Cold terrain, nothing at rest
Dark reality, clearly blurred
Choices fly one after another
Unsettlers shoot by
Dark closes in
Hardly light
Just one
Nearing on its very face
Showed is the man
Showed is the woman
Showed is the creture of this earth
Reality comes
Scarcely
Hardly
Not enough for a single spirit to taste
Clouds close in overhead
Dark yet not stormy
Light yet not peaceful
The clouds close in over head nonchalantly
Adds the seen
Adds to dream
I dont know what im supposed to see
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
First Kiss by 5am
Staring into the distance, wishing you knew.
Knew if she wanted to, or when to.
Confusion deepens, swirling like dye meeting water.
Lips meet
Explosion by feelings, emotions, of her.
Lips cuddling and wrapping.
Themselves with each other.
Then the taste.
Of her.
Tongue.
Joining in the skin fest.
Wet and delicious.
Tumbling over yours.
Gentle and mystic.
Contributing in affection.
In a dream.
Then reality.
Waking up from a dream in someones mouth.
Wonderful and loving.
Time flies by like.
Seconds of a timer.
Racing, stumbling, flying by.
End nears.
Relief covers, a blanket on a cold day.
No regret.
Arms full.
Love fills the mouth and the heart.
Nothing terrible.
Nothing wrong.
Nothing regretted.
Knew if she wanted to, or when to.
Confusion deepens, swirling like dye meeting water.
Lips meet
Explosion by feelings, emotions, of her.
Lips cuddling and wrapping.
Themselves with each other.
Then the taste.
Of her.
Tongue.
Joining in the skin fest.
Wet and delicious.
Tumbling over yours.
Gentle and mystic.
Contributing in affection.
In a dream.
Then reality.
Waking up from a dream in someones mouth.
Wonderful and loving.
Time flies by like.
Seconds of a timer.
Racing, stumbling, flying by.
End nears.
Relief covers, a blanket on a cold day.
No regret.
Arms full.
Love fills the mouth and the heart.
Nothing terrible.
Nothing wrong.
Nothing regretted.
Play Together and Reality Showcase by Forrest A. Seaver
It’s hard to see something
Amazing happen
When we can’t see it
In ourselves.
Drums.
Beat faster.
Every second.
Ever moment.
Racing.
Chasing.
Looking for a reason
Why they’re in constant rhythm
With nothing.
Piano.
Sometimes soft.
Sometimes loud.
Never failing to please.
Always flirting with failure.
Never wanting to play.
Always playing to live.
If only a more
Beautiful sound.
Try to play together.
Live with each other.
Not much different
Than me.
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Kill me, beauty.
Pull me down
And hold my throat.
And still, as I
Suffocate,
Your eyes draw me in
And show me darkness.
Black, behind your
Blue eyes, hide.
Cry in anxiety.
Shout to the sky
In utter happiness.
Killing for life.
Living until dead,
I am your victim,
Your lover, bled.
Fighting for breath.
Never gonna live
Up to your standards.
So just kill me,
Beauty divine.
Don’t steal my soul.
Don’t break my spirit.
They are all belonging
To you.
Amazing happen
When we can’t see it
In ourselves.
Drums.
Beat faster.
Every second.
Ever moment.
Racing.
Chasing.
Looking for a reason
Why they’re in constant rhythm
With nothing.
Piano.
Sometimes soft.
Sometimes loud.
Never failing to please.
Always flirting with failure.
Never wanting to play.
Always playing to live.
If only a more
Beautiful sound.
Try to play together.
Live with each other.
Not much different
Than me.
-----------------------------------
Kill me, beauty.
Pull me down
And hold my throat.
And still, as I
Suffocate,
Your eyes draw me in
And show me darkness.
Black, behind your
Blue eyes, hide.
Cry in anxiety.
Shout to the sky
In utter happiness.
Killing for life.
Living until dead,
I am your victim,
Your lover, bled.
Fighting for breath.
Never gonna live
Up to your standards.
So just kill me,
Beauty divine.
Don’t steal my soul.
Don’t break my spirit.
They are all belonging
To you.
Art Work by 5am
These are some of my peices of art, mostly painting. But this is one form of many types of art that are welcome, and that i enjoy.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
The True Teen?
who is the true teen?
*it seems that every kid wants to be unique and different yet the same, in this sense, it would make it very confusing. It seems to me that every kid wants to express him/herself as themselves, but the world has warped the magority of teens to groups or clicks, they've become known as. The clicks are made up of:
The jocks.
The gays.
The goths.
The preps.
The arts.
The nerds.
and many more that develop all the time.
These "groups" label kids and quickly create identities that are "masks" that hide potential, uniqueness, and personality.
This blog is a portal in a sense where teens can come and show their identity in an anonymous manner and hopefully it will become crowded with amazing, talented, and veracious personality. And will become home to teens work throughout the world. (anyone may send their work to me and i will post it, as long as it does not contain any illegal content.) you may send me your material at artmonster15@hotmail.com.
*it seems that every kid wants to be unique and different yet the same, in this sense, it would make it very confusing. It seems to me that every kid wants to express him/herself as themselves, but the world has warped the magority of teens to groups or clicks, they've become known as. The clicks are made up of:
The jocks.
The gays.
The goths.
The preps.
The arts.
The nerds.
and many more that develop all the time.
These "groups" label kids and quickly create identities that are "masks" that hide potential, uniqueness, and personality.
This blog is a portal in a sense where teens can come and show their identity in an anonymous manner and hopefully it will become crowded with amazing, talented, and veracious personality. And will become home to teens work throughout the world. (anyone may send their work to me and i will post it, as long as it does not contain any illegal content.) you may send me your material at artmonster15@hotmail.com.
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