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.

Poem things, Unfinished songs

Rough “Psycho” cover “Ghost Mode”


I hate this thing called ‘Ghost mode’,
I hate that I just dont know,
How the hell you’re doin’,
And how the hell your feelin’,
Wanna be with you while we’re sleepin’,
Are you even dreamin’,

Are you ok,
Are you fine,
How long do you need this time,
Something about this round just dont feel right,
Wish I could sit with you through the night,
But now I’m loosin all my might,
Wanna turn this whole thing around,
Wanna here you make all those sounds,
But now I’m loosin all my might,
Loosin all my might.

I hate this thing called ‘Ghost mode’,
I hate that I just don’t know,
How the hell you’re doin’,
And how the hell you’re feelin’,
Wanna be with you while we’re sleepin’,
Are you even dreamin’,

I saw you almost everyday for so long,
Now it’s just me and these songs,
Take another toke out of my bong,
Try and live for the moment,
But it feels like im living wrong
I can try and live for the moment,
But without you by my side,
I just wanna hit the rode and ride,
Take all my time,
Find my life,
Make some rhymes,
Maybe bring you back to mine,
Bring you back to mine,

I hate this thing called ‘Ghost mode’,
I hate that I just don’t know,
How the hell you’re doin’,
And how the hell you’re feelin’,
Wanna be with you while we’re sleepin’,
Are you even dreamin’,

I hate this thing called ‘Ghost mode’,
I hate that I just don’t know,
How the hell you’re doin’,
And how the hell you’re feelin’,
Wanna be with you while we’re sleepin’,
Are you even dreamin’,
Wanna just know how you’re feelin’,
How you’re feelin’.


NV. – written on May 8th, 2018 started @ 10:02 a.m. finished @ 10:27 a.m.

Was just listening to some Post Malone this morning and some words hit me. Typed them down and put them here…that is all. Its a rough draft, but I’ll work on this one later like some other ones, for now I will follow my train of thought and enter a new experience for the day. Thank you for viewing the randomness on here, have a nice day who ever you are. – SF.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Rant #1


This World is fucking terrifying,
It terrifies me,
The terror tearing through the broken streets,
Broken dreams and hopeless needs,
Hopelessly hoping we
Happen to,
Find some peace.
In a World this fucked up and fearful,
Get an earful of a lust filled,
Feeling that must spill,
Into the lines when I’m seeing the signs,
Signed by demons that find time,
Into my right mind and my left mind,
Gotta split this brain into two just to think fine.
Do i seem fine?
Fine, tell me, is it the stress lines?
No?
It’s this World right?
We humans can’t get this world right tight together,
We miss the point of being remembered,
Do you remember?
The last time people on this planet could stand it?
Cant begin to imagine a place where their passion,
Is issued like texts books instead of a fashion,
Fashioned ways of teaching, reaching out to children,
Seeming to forget what it means to find meaning,
In life, you get one shot, Eminem said it best,
One openly oppressed opportunity to give workin a rest.
See, this started with worldly issues, now im searchin for a tissue,
My situation isnt changing, im sustaining.
Gaining knowledge everyday like the books are fucking raining.
This is lame see,
I’m making a damn fool of myself,
You wanna see whats on my shelf?
Not gold bars or platinum stars, no.
Shit written about stars,
The people and planets, all forms of philosophy,
And shit you cant manage,
I can manage to manipulate my words with written burns
Verbally abusing the right read my shit out loud to say
“Hey, Your story is preat great”
But if you can’t participate is something really fuckin great,
Then wait,
Determine your future in the future, cause future you will know a thing or two.
A thing more than you think you do,
One day you will know this too,
At that point you will sing this through.
Singing,
“This World is fucking terrifying”
“It terrif…”…”no, this world is freaking true.”
Dark at time when there seems to be no rules,
Written to tell what to do,
Next, but then, anxiety takes over, fucks you up,
Has you tucked up, under the covers searching for mother.
You start to feel smothered by the World that gives wonder,
To the times when the sounds outside seem like thunder,
Thundering down lightning to my mind to create cracks,
And crevices creeping through my memories.
But the sounds are not there,
its this World that you fear,
When the demons get near,
You start to forget your cheer and exsist with your tears.
Tearing streams down your face fast paced,
Like if you stop all the crying youd be lieing,
When inside it feels like your dieing.
Im sorry, things always take this dark turn,
I dont know why,
If I think and try to learn,
It will be me who will cry.
I’m just a regular guy,
But when I look to the sky, I see my future arise,
As high as the sun rise when the moon dies.
And in a World that seems like it wont try,
I guess I’ll just give it some time.


NV. – written on April 24th, 2018 started @ 2:33 a.m. finished @ 3:06 a.m.

Just for context, I had no idea where this was going, not when I started or when I finished. Kind of cut it off at the end a bit, usually I have no idea when to end most of the stuff I post on this site, so I just force it at times. Seems like if I let some thoughts flow they would go on forever, finding the right words once typed out in front of my weird wondering brain conceiving them, mmm. Anywho, just a randome collection of word up above, sounded good to my mind as I typed them out. Thanks for all the support and have a grand ole everyday.

SF.

Poem things, Unfinished songs

Shame


“Blaze it up 420”, yeah say it loud,
Why do we say these things like we are proud?
Is it the so called culture appropriated lies,
Or just another attempt to get between some thighs?

I dont know, why should I care.
Im one in the same,
Full of feelings that I wanna express,
And I live with my shame.

I said I dont know, why should you care,
You are one in the same,
Do you have feelings that you wanna express?
Do you live with your shame?

Will you ask, what is this life all about,
Have you thought about it now?
Should we be the person that we see,
Or be the one we wanna be?

I dont know, why should I care.
Im one in the same,
Full of feelings that I wanna express,
And I live with my shame.

I said I dont know, why should you care,
You are one in the same,
Do you have feelings that you wanna express?
Do you live with your shame?

Grow a mustache just for fun,
Curl it up to be someone,
Have your hair up in a bun,
It doesnt matter how you run.
This is your life,
And its time I think you won.

Now, who are we, who are you,
Tell me what you wanna do,
Will you turn this life around,
Find a way to make you found?

I dont know, why should I care.
Im one in the same,
Full of feelings that I wanna express,
And I live with my shame.

I say we dont know, why should we care,
We are one in the same,
We have feelings that we wanna express.
Yeah, we live with our shame.
I said, we all wanna express,
And we live with our shame.
I just wanna express,
That I live with my shame.


NV. – writen on April 24th, 2018 started @ 12:13 a.m. finished @ 1:12 a.m.

I’d lile to say thank you to all the viewing and liking to my post, it brings me to joy thinking that someone out there may feel connected or correlated to what I express here in any way. I’d shout out the ones who inspire me to write, but don’t want to come of a clichĂ© or un cultured. The inspiration I feel comes from so many artist, known and unknown, different forms of art and life. I wish to experience all walks, ways and wonders of the world by the end of my path on this planet and wish through the expression now and many forms to come in the future, will help me connect with thos many walks. Thank you, feel free to comment, share, share a follow for follow maybe, jus be yourself, thats what is most important, no matter how you that you need to be, never be someone else, take care now.

-SF.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

10 Years


I stumble through the pictures of you on my phone,

Never keep them in one folder,

That would be too easy to delete drunk, fuck that,

I want to keep them,

See them whenever I settle for nothing better than what we had together,

Even though you went through hell and back,

Id never bet the stacks I don’t have against the love we once had,

We had the purest kind of love but the kind that you could not stand,

All those feelings you had, the feelings that felt mad,

Not angry, but crazy,

Because we went through shit we should not have,

All of those times where we got sad,

your love was the only fucking that thing I thought that I did have,

I can say that out loud and it makes me a little bit more glad,

I gave up just about every single person that came back,

Into my life when they needed me,

Abandoned them all just to find that we still couldn’t be,

Simply serious for more than a moment between breaths,

I needed your heart when you need my loves rest,

If I ever go back in time you’re damn right I would change paths,

Find a way to make you feel like the girl you wanna be known as,

Not the girl that my definition finds hopeless and broken,

So lost she don’t it know but rather control it she’s left me unknowing,

If we will ever keep growing,

This love hasn’t stopped slowing showing,

Showing submissive similes to try and create some history,

participating in the pondering while pandering about possibly,

Having not hurt you enough for you to attempt to forget about me,

The last thing you said would be,

“I don’t want anything to do with you.”

10 years down the drain, Babe, I guess I can try too.

But fuck these emotions that this part of our path puts us through,

All I wanted was peace,

Now I’m struck with the blues,

Fucking up all of these love songs that I post here for you,

As if my brain is still stuck on you too,

Not only my heart to you has been glued,

She has encapsulated my entire existence,

Not only for in this instance,

But like in our paths,

We love far in the distance.

From distractions deep in the reaction you would give me,

When Id be free for a moment you’d know that I’d be happy and simply,

Content with my friends and then you would hate me instinctively,

Find a text on my phone the next day telling me you will end this completely,

Erase me and our history now have fun while you miss we.

Is this even real, in these feelings that feel as cold as steel,

Like the coat of armor on her heart,

I start to try to peel back the plate,

To expose the parts of her heart that make her great,

It was when she loved hard that she was in the right place,

Get right up in my face when she was feeling fate,

Sweep right under her feet and drag her out the gate,

Of redemptions for the reconnection with resonating reason,

Found deep in the beliefs that being free from me would let her be,

Away from the thoughts and memories of me,

That’s just not how this works.

Even if you forget me first,

I still have every fucking picture of you to quench my thirst,

Do you even think that we will ever learn,

To take back what we’ve earned, look far away and chose to turn away,

From one another, 10 years down the road and no one stands above her,

In my mind, she’s my lover,

For now and ever,

No matter how far,

From one another,

My love will be there,

And just to be fair,

I know that she won’t care.


NV. – written on April 18th-19th, 2018 started on the 18th around 2 a.m. finish on the 19th around 12:00 a.m.

As before, I thank you for being here, supporting, criticizing, viewing, sharing, whatever you may find yourself doing before, during and after reading these blogs. I do appreciate every bit of traffic I am receiving as it definitely makes for motivation to continue in the future. This piece is an unfinished song/ spoken word poetry thing, I have worked on music/ a beat to put behind but find I lack the current skill to find the sound I am looking for. With that said, I am always open to edits, ideas, changes people would think wise, I am here to find criticism, creativity, and collaboration. Feel free to say what you’d like. This was written during and after looking through older photos of a lady I was with for a long time. Someone I am not afraid to say that I still have deep feelings for, I mean, even through pain it is hard to forget someone you shared 10 years with. Although it may seem like a bit of an obsession, these…blogs, the ones about this lady, are just my way of expressing the deeper thoughts about her inside of my head that seem easier to put out there in text, maybe someday songs if everything goes as planned. With that said, I hope that builds a bit of context around this piece and others like it. Thank you for your time here today. Feel free to ask any questions, I am happy to answer. – SF.

Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

My Dear Its True


(Verse 1)
I’ve made mistakes♫ we know♫
Why don’t we take♫ this slow♫
That way we each♫ can grow♫
I just want to reach♫ your soul♫

(Lift)
Why would I lie to you?

(Chorus)
My dear, it’s true♫
There is too much to loose♫
I dont know what to do?♫
I hope you’ll hear this too♫

(Verse 2)
Will you come back♫ to me♫
To get on track♫ you see♫
So that we both♫ can be♫
Again so happy♫ and free♫

(Lft)
I just dont want to hurt you

(Bridge)-x2
I know my demons♫ lie, right next♫ to me,
They make it so♫ hard, to even♫ breathe.
If you could only♫ see, who I’m meant♫ to be.
You might take it all♫back, then we could♫ be free.

(Lift)
I need your love too.

(Chorus)
My dear, it’s true♫
There is too much to loose♫
I dont know what to do♫
I hope you’ll hear this too♫

I just hope you’ll hear me soon♫


NV. – written through July 26th, 2017 started @ 12:30 p.m. finished @ 7:30 p.m.

This is a song I wrote, I do have some uke chords written for it as well, but if someone could help me write music for this I would be extremely greatful! Thank you for viewing!