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Charlotte Ivy Nov 2019
Yo ** ** and a bottle of ***, is it me or the alcohol that makes you ***?
Seanathon Nov 2019
When the realization casts itself like a line or shadow in between
Be it falling fast or stretched out in front with steady meaning
There is no height too high, nor fear too great
No better time or opportune place
There is only this, the height, the fall
And those opposed who choose to jump from such a height
In truth, the fearless never notice their shadow
The fearless jump, they never fall
This one was a long time coming. It's the final verse of this small set of three and it deals with fearlessness. Not being afraid to ask, to shine, to be.

It's about leadership to a small degree. But it's mostly about not hesitating when the things which you want the most is near.

Don't wait. Don't give in to fear.

Jumping is a choice. Falling is reactive.
Seanathon Sep 2019
Still cups
Quiet unspokens
The hierarchy of all those who swim

What does it mean?

That you can take my silent ignorance as a token
That you are capable
And I am unwilling
Flirtatious IRL
Speak lightly  don’t abrupt my social anxiety
Said you’re Tired of me well that makes three
Since I’m always tired looking at thee
It’s 7:30 in the morning and sunlight looking oddly boring
Haven’t been outside only working mostly

These are all the sentences that go through my mind in split seconds
Moving like bullets my head is really a lethal weapon
Other option slow my movement or distorted to a bliss
yea like the way you miss
For endorphins, working only when the body is working.


Another confidence scheme towards my low self esteem.
Yea it works wonders only when the audience is at ease.
Mannnnn....
Seanathon Sep 2019
So you think my storm is done at last?
Just watch and wait till summers end.
When, with a quiet rumble I return.
As a single jar of lightning left.
To speak the words of thankfulness.
And to spark one more glorious storm to pass.
Nothing lasts forever. But for one more year. I'm just a notherner bringing one final southern storm to pass. God give me the strength and focus to do my best.
It's raining today
Everyone stands
With their black umbrellas
Opened wide
To catch the sky

Soft music played
Inside the funeral home
It echoes in their ears
Old lyrics scattered
To the beat of the rain

The ceremony was short
The coffin was not open
There were no deformities
But the mother couldn't bear
To see the body

The tombstone is small
Simply carved
No one quite knew what to say
So all it reads is
Gone but never forgotten

That's funny
Considering who I was
I always prepared mental images of the flowers there would be, and I think I have a list of songs to play around here somewhere. None of that will happen.
Seanathon Aug 2019
You cannot see me
Hear aloud
Though here I am regardless

Consisting of the why in wind
Though I may howl
And crash upon the sudden leaves

I am still
The whispering in the hear and now
Tuesday 12 - Half way though and loving the sound, of silence now that is. Lol
Seanathon Aug 2019
Buried beneath the same old memories
     Are the papyrus and the paper scraps

The kind which will be eventually tossed
     Just to settle upon the winds of trash

But even still in stillness found
     Like a dream born near in this reality to pass

Though it’s a beautiful and ironic sight
     I am sleeping on your memory at last
Sleeping - A Fond Memory Past
Seanathon Jul 2019
When you're tall
    You unfold like sunlight
    Stretch like silicone
    And unwind like the outstretched cobbled road

When you're tall
    (and you apply yourself)
    You become something else

    You don't just gain a strength masked dangerous, no

When you're tall
    And you have conscious opportunity
    You grow
Be It Only Sideways - GROW
59 days of depression.
A poem every day.
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