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Seth Pina Poem
Sleeping next to me,
holding hands, soft fingers interrupting my thoughts.
Legs intertwined, nowhere else I’d rather be.
A daring moment shared in dusk.
Honest, caring, elegant.
Pitch black hair wrapped in a beautiful bow.
Dancing under the moonlight,
I can’t look away.
Sacred, everlasting love.
Holding me, craving this bond.
Winter is here,
The blue moon harvest arrives.
Ascending like a moth to a flame.
Floating amongst stranger clouds.
If I can’t hear the sound of your heartbeat,
I know this place is not my home.
A star breaker, tearing the skies apart.
Our fireworks, trapped in time capsules.
How can we share love in your reality?
Floating in space with you,
We journey across scattered stars.
Though I do not know the way.
In your reality,
If I don’t know how to love you,
I’ll leave you be.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2025
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Time: Out
A ripple in the fabric of the universe.
Forward and backward in time,
It's only been a couple of weeks.
Cycles.
Clock’s ticking.
Breathless, the cold entrance of space.
Two hands without any hint of motion,
a blue star no longer scattering sunlight.
Time: In
Closing the curtains over stained glass.
Lillies and lotuses blackened with acrylics,
a plaid dress with white and red paint.
Nocturnal notes fill the air with uncertainty.
Forward, back, continuous unconscious motions.
Cracks exposed on sidewalks, walls, and my skin.
The things I could’ve done,
we’re gonna scorch the planet in fire.
Time's up.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2026
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A foundation of expectations,
paving the way for growth.
It mirrors previous memories.
You don’t deserve to move on.
You could not live with your own incompetence,
These bad habits can’t be beaten out of you.
Your privilege is the dirt.
This quicksand is endless,
The darkest pit, made to swallow you whole.
Can you hear yourself dying?
The parts of you that must be destroyed.
Weak and broken, wither away.
Your public and painful execution will teach others.
Your arrogance blinds you.
Rid this world of your filth.
O' pale king, atone for your sins.
Old fool,
You could’ve been so much more.
I was meant to be beautiful.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2026
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Blackened eyes cause the heart to race.
Must run away, all you can do is cry.
A familiar poison, smeared across the hollow face.
An old sinister rope is tied to the sky.
Eyes piercing into your soul,
Its visit comes with a heavy toll.
Once the clock strikes midnight
You’ll be trapped in the cold light.
There is no hope here,
only death and decay.
A soft voice infiltrates your ear,
and giant claws close your airway.
An overwhelming foul scent,
you’re filled with strife.
It lives for your torment,
until you take your life.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2026
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I can hear It dying.
Over and over, its screams won’t leave me be.
Voices, not mine, they’re not real.
It’s not real.
In silent air, this quiet night,
Grey fog shields it from my sight.
The farther it sounds, the closer to me.
Out here is not the place to be.
It lingers, stalks, and does not sleep.
Empty eyes, a missing soul.
A broken vessel with no mind of its own.
A Ship of Theseus that shouldn’t exist.
Estranged limbs, countless shapes.
Contouring into something?
No,
Someone.
Multiple masks, hiding behind false innocence.
Deer, sheep, dogs, It hides.
It hides. It lies.
It lies.
Your flesh will rot
but mine will not.
I’ll wear your skin
I’ll be your kin.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2026
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The swiftness of wind, elevated.
Cold skies spreading their gloomy wings.
A crow leaps, then lunges towards the darkness.
Pushing, penetrating the reaping clouds.
Thick white bondages, broken.
Faint scents of smoke linger, waiting.
An aura of orange pierces the atmosphere,
cherry blossoms burst into flames.
Sparks of a cold, empty pink petal waste away into the orange mist.
Swirls of heat and cold, clashing, the smoke grows.
Side to side, side to side.
Burning the illusion, exposing the heart.
Side to side, side to side.
Absorbing the pain, we must restart.
Standing still at the gates of the frozen Garden.
I take a step towards the stainless steel
I look back at myself, then back once more,
Petals from the entity passed through me.
Wind lifting me, soaring through the air,
surrounded by cold flowers, only then do I feel comforted.
As I land near the rotting roots I take a deep breath,
The pitch black void takes in all the surrounding light.
As the sky towers over in darkness, all that’s left
to guide me is the everlasting black,
illuminating my path to the throne.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2025
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A firm ground and a distilled lake separate two rulers.
One, an explosive demonstration of color.
The other, a quiet expression of luxury.
The Sunflower, vibrant, high on life.
Amidst the tall patches of grass and unruly rodents,
a bed of amber glows dominates the wastelands.
The Lotus, elegant, tales of traditions.
Shallow walls, empty palace halls.
Anchored, confined to mud covered ideals.
Forced to reap the benefits of those who sowed.
Unbeknownst to them, a presence reveals itself.
Slowly infiltrating both defenses, a calculated strike.
It survived its injuries, now it must break even.
Deep within the chokehold of roots,
forces ravaging a wasteland,
releasing toxins under water.
Erosion, spreading this contamination.
How unfortunate,
you are attempting to deceive us.
Remember, the first and only reality of the kingdoms.
There can only be two,
And you, are a part of neither.
You have become,
a rival.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2026
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A slow descent of lovers in white,
drifting along the quiet current.
A pair of travelers, strangers to the dark,
Jack Frost isn’t too kind to wanderers.
As dusk claims the sky, a storm makes haste.
Desperately holding on to each other,
their crystals begin to change.
They can’t remain as they are.
The violent storm, an orchestra of stars.
Black clouds in a sky of crystals,
hail bulldozing through dusk,
The rise of winter has just begun.
Mercilessly dragged away from each other,
the two get tossed by raging winds.
Alone, they travel across separate skies
slowly forgetting each other's faces.
When the snow melts, there he lay awake,
the last one of his kind, enduring Mother Nature.
As the crystal begins to decay and deform,
a ripple spreads through the puddle of memories.
He began to rise, higher and higher into the black sky.
Changing into his former glory, a snowflake once more.
Drifting alone in darkness,
for no two can be alike.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2026
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Obsidian builds the foundations of this earth.
They did not deserve to exist in this world,
In my world.
An evil reptilian?
I am no petty despot.
I’m the product of your weakness.
You forged a weapon you must now face.
Beautiful and terrible as the dusk.
Stronger than the power of Gaia.
You defiled sisterhood.
Show them your true and terrible form.
Show the world the power of a traitor.
The eyes of Medusa have opened.
Rocks and stone,
shatter the foundations of the earth.
Sharpen the scales of divine anger and judgment.
A snake am I?
Look at me.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2025
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A feeling of love is like an infected arm.
You love that arm, you’ve come to know that arm very well.
But sometimes,
you need to cut it off.
This color and shape, oh yes.
Caressing the cold metal,
savoring this joyous moment between my fingers.
A lifetime of symmetry, severed in an instant.
These black scissors were made for me.
This thread bleeds so beautifully.
I must
keep cutting.
I don’t get the love I need anymore.
I need more,
I need more love.
I need more joy.
Snip snip snip.
The fruits of my labor, the carnage of my joy.
I never run out of thread,
It just stops bleeding.
Copyright © Seth Pina | Year Posted 2026
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