Explore the Writing of Sean Morett

Writing was my first love. Everything starts with verbalization, it is the quintessential step to manifestation. I documented my imagination in my early years to remember the people and places I encountered. I knew nothing of the skill I was practicing. My writing was fueled by a pure existential joy of delving into alternate realities.

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Day One

Time warps
Everything that I do, whether it be little or small. It begins to blend together like a cacophony of sound. It becomes jumbled as it distorted speech. All of my senses already encompass one another. Stacking. Cards. Table. You got it.
I can’t tell if it’s me losing my mind or experiencing mortal existence accurately, yet that always is the question.
Am I truly living the way others live?
Do my eyes deceive me, my senses accomplice,
nothing but love do they accomplish.
Is it out of care or neutrality?
Is it autonomy?
Reality.

Time doesn’t warp; maybe it bends and folds, interweaving a cosmic lace.
The web cannot snap until it's perceived so.
Traces of memory overlap under the steeple.
Instincts become intrusive,
and control is now lucid.
Were you dreaming or alive?
The distinction, do you know why?
A custom couplet of simple creatures.
insects like people.
I was told I was a genius.
my mind too extraneous.
too much to handle
too weak under the flag pole.

red red red and blue
I see absence where reflection was
Saw the world before it was sold.
Speak to me, I’ll blow my head off
I’m a mad man, a Jesus freak fuck off
I stayed up far too late
My eyes burn
red red red and blue
no more white.

Just a page of sense and light.

LOREM IPSUM

Poetic Language

My Time in Rhyme

From reading my grandmom's poetry books in the basement to everyday rhyme, I have a passion for poetry. In all its forms, I love to have my everyday communication in a rhythm.

The Stars Have Gone

I spent so long, roaming this placard field,

It shines a million names I can’t read,

In a language long appealed.

I hop upon my trusty steed,

A long forgotten wheel.

A whimsical land where cars exhaust flowers,

Cartoon fantasy of numbers

Where a night breeze breeds cowards,

And a people with prophesied power.

Who else could wake the good people from their towers?

I hold in my hand a wicker cabinet,

A breaking-proof hair web,

It contains all the deception of the internet.

And a lab for containing all that’s red.

You slept and made your bed.

Where could all the life go?

Now that ecosystems have shaken and know.

Consistencies are all that fly,

You could join us,

Allowing the sky.

The Tortoise’s Race

I must die when I fall asleep.

I turn around so I can’t hear my heartbeat.

The hands go a steady pace,

I’m trying to prolong the race.

I am the tortoise, I take a break

From living and all the paths it takes

I fear of living through sleep

I die, so I must not weep

The path is full of seeping solemns,

While I feel the blissful column.

Of my rest, I feel tired

Of my death, I feel awake

I am the tortoise, I must die to once wake.

The tightening of the blood on my face

The removal of my limbs , The feeling lost within

The drifting away, The falling asleep

Slumber I beg through death,

Of all things living I feel bereft

My memory, my soul, it takes its toll

But in death, throughout the relay,

I feel no pain inflicted of it’s delay.

Weeds of sorrow hoped to sow,

As I worry for the words I know.

I am the tortoise in life’s race.

They are the reaper, my tongue, my taste,

They wish, too, they could die everyday

While daily, I die in the may

In every way, I am taken to another plane

I die in tomorrow and remember no pain.

I am the tortoise, you the hare.

Race to your death, just be prepared.

For life is shared,

Giving all to death sacred,

Treat the hare care.

I, the tortoise, propose a dare.

You, the hare, dream of a life unscarred.

I will remain unaware.

Beauty and the Beholder

Boisterous, bouncing hearts of gold,
You fail, you flail,
But to no avail,
Stay wail-

Ing, ping, a decapitated wing,
You sing,
Stay finish-

Ed,
Specialty, weathered to be,
Won’t you wait for me?
A recipe for monstrosity

Ty, Tea, time to drink,
Less ease to think,
To judgement.
Is that what you mean?

To be spent, to rent a place,
Freedom, it’s not so cheap,
For no achievement.
Less time you’ve spent,
The more you’re congruent.

Shame, Snow is to Blame

With flushed cheeks and burning eyes, watering like the melting icicles lining your porch, you sniffle.
Like a child with a curious stare, you wonder how the sun rises so brightly on the skyline but the snow sleeps quiet below your feet.
You stomp, and clomp! It crushes softy, soundly, like an angel is dying.
Your feet feel like ice blocks, your hands' skeleton trees, circulation is trying but freezing is spying.
As the snow begins to kiss the grass so dry, your eyes begin to cry, to water, eyelids beginning to falter.
Thirsty your taste buds plead as they shrivel and scream, Spring is the season of which you dream.
A bleak December, a month to remember.
A fan of winter, you are not a member.

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