Biography of Seth Kaileen
Greetings, CrypticT0xin here! You may know me previously on Wattpad as a writer of Fictional Short Stories. I'm in college and I have been plagued with a bunch of required poetry (a genre I am terrible at) however reading through a few of them I thought I did pretty well so I decided, hey why not post them online and see what others think? So please... Bombard me with your comments and critiques!
As Always ^^SK
Seth Kaileen Poems
Life-Why Do I Bother?
I wonder why people bother when they fight There is no real reason to possess life Constantly plagued in a world of hopelessness They say dreams exists in the hectics of life
It's coming I fear, It's all finally begun. I can't believe it's already here, I thought for sure it wouldn't come.
Losing The Fight
You’d look at me and never know What I go through, what I am You would never have guessed Inside I’m hard to get-along with
Strength Beyond Measure
From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was special I knew she was amazing
Sonnet Of Confusion
I didn't know the power you possess Could not see, effects you would have on me Moments you ran nails gently across flesh It no longer mattered what I did see
My Alter Ego Jack
Hello, all else has failed This I can easily see. You've toppled and choked Now it's up to me
She casts upon me spells of desire, Passionate feelings inside catch fire Her kisses upon me so captivating Her touch upon me so mesmerizing
Winter- I call her the vixen of chill She will weave clothing of snow Drape them over the trees
I Call It Her Legacy
She always wore a shimmering crystal A device she worshipped for it’s healing properties Then there were her rings, sparkling on her hands Each and every ring held its own meaning
Loss Of Words
I have been known as Seth Kaileen. I was once a writer, how can this happen? Can something exist- that I can’t put into words? Now I’m lost and can’t gather my thoughts.
I can’t write anything anymore. I can’t focus on my work. I can’t even fall asleep. I’m messing everything up.
I don't know how it happened I don't know where it came I can't come to understand this And you're are it's blame!
I think I HaTe her HaTe what she's become HaTe how its ended HaTe how it unfolds
The (Bad) Dream
Sweat broke out on my forehead I didn't know where I was I could see everything Dustin and Tony were standing
How can you possess so much power over me,
How can my loss, my hopelessness, how can my say,
Be destroyed simply by what you make me see?
How does this stuff happen, how can this be?
How is it possible for this to be nothing but cliche,
I can't help but fumble, cause a big struggle, and plea.
I guess I still can't understand, how are you my key?