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Seth Proch
Seth Proch
(July 2,1986 - not yet / Bennington, VT)
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The twenty-something son of a minister from southern Connecticut, Seth was born and raised in the Adirondacks of upstate New York. From a young age, Seth was an awkward child, and saw himself as a loner. He always had the nagging feeling that he had been born with the sole purpose of becoming a tortured artist. This made things between him and God quite turbulent at times, and their ... more »
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Seth Proch Poems
And A Rock Feels No Pain, And An Island Never Cries
There's a birds nest outside my window,
a bright white ribbon woven into it.
The tail of the ribbon is dancing in the barely present wind.
The scene takes place in a barren tree,... more »
Life, In A Cracking Nutshell
The horrors of war.
The terror of the unknown.
The widespread panic.
Bombarding in such a routine fashion,... more »
Destiny, Or The Prisoner
My brother born inside a cage,
You'll die inside that place,
My brother for a summer,
The world was never yours to have,... more »
In A Train-Car To The Moon With You
Waltzing through the cars,
Soaring through the stars,
Love comes flooding down,
With it comes the sound,... more »
The Passing Of Leanne... She Lived, But Only Temporarily
She drown before we met.
Kissing all the boys in the forest by the pond.
Life wouldn't be the same after that summer.
The roar of distant traffic.... more »
Romantically Yours
You were just a little less than what I need,
You’re always checking to make sure you still bleed.
A fashionable obsession with manic-depression,
You’re a semi-suicidal cry for help.... more »
Morning's Enlightenment...
Somewhere between asleep and waking,
there's a moment of picturesque clarity,
which floods the senses,
embracing me with indescribable rapture.... more »
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Life, In A Cracking Nutshell
The horrors of war.
The terror of the unknown.
The widespread panic.
Bombarding in such a routine fashion,
It's all just a temporary distraction
To keep yourself concerned with something,
With anything.
It makes you feel like you're contientious.
Doing your part by keeping yourself updated,
Actualy you're being spoon fed like a child,
Ignorant to the realities of life.
There is only one thing that is real.
Only one thing that is absolute.
Death,
Decay,
Destruction,
Everything that has a beginning must have an end,
There is an ...
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