Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Rope


This is to all you privileged,

Self righteous faceless fuckers,

Never have known seldomness,

Never have had a helpless mother.

Or an unsuccessful father,

From a family that’s a bother,

Without money for our problems.

We never had a way to stop them,

Payments after payments,

Do you know what day to day is?


They all say “I’m so alone”,

Yet you sit and stare straight at your phones,

Full of people that you chose,

Nah, you don’t even fucking know,

I bet they’ve never been this low.

Take a look at all my limbs,

All you’ll see are scars and broken bones.

From where I have had to go,

The limits of my patience,

And all the damage I now know.


You don’t wanna know what’s it’s like,

To have to re erase your soul,

Over and over again,

Changing faces as you go,

Never knowing who you’ve been,

Who you should be,

Or if you’ll ever have some kin.

Always feeling unimportant,

And as if you’ll never quite fit in.

If only I could find my ending,

But that’s simply where it will all begin.


Now I hear everyone may be feeling insane,

Still they all know growth and gains,

Never felt full of real sick shame,

Still it’s my kind of people who get the blame,

We may all have a heritage,

But some of us have no names.

No fortune and no fame,

Less opportunistic change,

More redirected rage,

Our society is nothing more than a corporately constructed cage.

Built on laws and governments that are simply meant to take,

All its citizens hopes and dreams,

Monetary values and everything in between.


I bet all of you have had some help,

Probably never really hurt,

Never screamed and never yelled,

For more than materials or your wealth,

Always had a sense of love,

From any one of the beings up above,

Yeah, they’ve never had it rough.

Always had just enough.

What happens when hope takes off its gloves,

Smacks you right across your face,

And asks, “how’s it feel to forget love, never have anything to dream of?”


Have you ever actually been homeless,

Or hopeless,

Remotely contained,

Or throat less,

Had no voice to portray,

Or not felt,

But actually been worthless?

I was told life is game,

That makes me feel lifeless.

As if it’s something to be tamed,

What a joke,

It’s meant for those rich,

And those famed.


So when you sit there,

Do nothing but assume,

As if you could even have a clue,

Don’t begin to think you will understand,

Any of the feelings that I’ve been through,

Or what I have had to do.

Everybody’s life is little different,

And I wish that mine would just end soon.

Take me out of the gutters that I’ve construed.

Away from the problems that I’ve been glued to,

And all the situations that I can’t seem to get through,

Unlike the drugs and alcohol that I so habitually find ways to consume,

As if they can settle my symptoms,

And make my mind feel new,

As if I can drunkenly just pick and choose,

Motivations and places to not be riddled the fool,

This life it just gets to me,

So now I’ll enter the rope.


SF – written between August 10th and September 4th, 2018

Poem things, Unfinished songs

D.T.B.D


I don’t ever wanna let you down,
Never wanna see that frown,
Never wanna here those sounds,
That you make,
When you’re feeling a bit too crazy,
Maybe,
There are parts to our story,
That need,
A little readdressing,
That’s all,
I’m sure,
We can make this thing last all night,
Make all the little wrongs,
Feel so right,
And we can never get washed up,
Or beat down,
Never let this old,
Sad town,
Feel like our only homely,
Place to,
Eventually break out,
And be found,
No way,
Not now.

And I don’t ever wanna let you down,
Never wanna see that frown,
Never wanna here those sounds,
That you make to,
When you’re feeling a little angry,
I see,
That we can get a little caught up,
In steam,
Feeling like we can’t be heard,
Or seen,
It’s a little bit like a bad dream,
I mean,
That I don’t want it to be,
The only parts of our memories,
That bleed,
Into our consciousness,
When we,
Begin to seem as if we aren’t there,
Or free,
From our disconnections,
And envy,
Now please,
Here me,

Because.

I don’t ever wanna let you down,
Never wanna see that frown,
Never wanna here those sounds,
That you make to me.
When you feel a little bit too crazy,
Or we get a little bit too angry,
It’s all just a little day time,
Bad dream.
Just a little day time bad dream.


NV. Written on July 20th, 2018 started @ 5:37 p.m. finished @ 6:12 p.m.

Wish I could put music behind this, but I lack the talent and resources required to do it on my own and connections for collaboration, for now it sits as this, like many incomplete ideas and creations. Thank you for reading or singing in your head, it’s a work in progress, for the future I hope. -SF.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Rant #3 – Growing

Enter,
Growing daily like my peppers,
Send her,
Back to the beginning,
Where you met her,
Never,
Let that be true,
Because you,
Know it would be too,
Cruel,
Fool,
Step into position,
Then you rule,
School,
Dropped out because I couldn’t chew,
Threw,
All the repercussions,
That I knew,
To,
Be coming my way,
One day,
Changed,
I did not want to pay my way,
To an education,
That I did not see great,
They said,
“Please participate”,
“Study, it’s okay”,
I say,
No way,
Here I am today,
No papers to validate,
The thing that I contemplate,
Great,
If not for the world,
Then what is it all for,
Doors,
Open them all,
Or you’ll choke on your,
Ability to evaluate,
What you intended to reciprocate,
In the first place,
Close all the doors,
After you swallow their lore,
It’s something to adore,
Not a chore,
War,
Or bore,
That to you,
I can assure.


NV. – written on July 9, 2018 started @ 6:42 p.m. finished @ 7:09 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Contemplating Comfort

Seeing comfort and carelessness,
Caress anxiety and impression-less,
Situations that fill the rest,
Of an empty mess,
In a burial ground,
For thoughts in test,
Or times to bless,
So that we forget less.

But what’s to blame,
Is the my last name,
The games we played,
The towns we tamed,
The nights we raid,
The sounds un-sang,
One way or another,
We both get payed,
Or laid,
By the grief and satisfaction,
In the moments of our reactions.

When we blast back,
To see our backpack,
Of problems and potential,
To see how essential,
It is to manage your mind,
Appreciate your time,
And sustain the relatable,
Undebatable creational,
Representation,
Of your self and more.

It is easy to loose yourself,
In the lonliness of openness,
Or the helplessness,
Of pretentiousness,
For its a bottomless chest,
Filled with the unimpressed,
Zest-less messed with,
Undefined guessing,
Designed for undressing,
Molten memories,
Masked for mistaking.

Its all a changing,
Sightless and hopelessly,
Forgetful happening,
That is beginning to exsist with me,
Even though we’re divided clean,
My thoughts are still tormenting,
As I’m told to be expressingly,
Open to anything,
As if reality has found a seam,
To the dimensions of my dreams.

Now caught in a scene,
An acted misery,
Or a faithful blistering,
Battle with what i mean,
As i write these dreadful pleas,
To contract a little glee,
Now I’m free,
As i enter the limiting,
End to simple deeds,
This is me,
Expressing whole heartedly,
Investing all my needs,
In art and poetry.


NV. – written on July 8th-9th, 2018 started @ 9:47 p.m. on the 8th, re-visited and finished on the 9th from 3:57-4:46 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

The Songbird Sings


As the songbird sings,
Her notes so high,
It feels like I could fly,
While the seconds pass by.

As the songbird sings,
Her tune will last,
With a visual cast,
Diminishing moments past.

As the songbird sings,
Her melodies are found,
Through the sweet subtle sound,
Of the songbirds bounds.

As the songbird sings,
Her songs express so free,
That relaxation caresses me,
As the songbirds sings,
So happily from her tree.


NV. – written on July 9th, 2018 started @ 1:47 p.m. finished @ 2:32 p.m.

A bird singing its song was a bit overwhelming, so I distracted myself with a bit of poetry, hope you enjoy. feel free to leave a like, comment or even follow the blog if you happen to wnjoy this. be sure to scroll down and check out some other words I’ve put together. Thanks 🙂 -SF.