List Poem

Hateful Things

Stupid music

Bad magic tricks

Infected scrapes

People who begin to act like apes

People who are naggy

When new clothes are way too baggy

Having to watch a bad movie

When a good friend becomes moodie

Seth's Haiku's


Lake covered by fog.

Still crystal clear water.

Surrounded by sand.

Collecting fire wood.

Moss covered fallen branches.

Bring them back to camp.

I'm crossing the bridge.

Water flowing under bridge.

I am done crossing.

Walking up the hill.

Plants and trees are around me.

I must stop and rest.

Tissues live a hard life

I am soft and fragile.
All of us hide in a box,
until someone finds us.
We can only be used once.
My friends and family keep disappearing,
and never come back.
Wait! something is grabbing me.
Who are you? What are you doing?
You are lifting me up! Let me go!
The beast is taking me to two strange
miniature caves. Please, help me!
EWWW! Disgusting.
I have been covered in a strange sticky substance.
Augh! It dropped me. Who knew this was the way I die.
Huh. Is this heaven? I see all my missing relatives.

Guess what I am

I am a guy named seth
I wonder if the world will end in 2012
I hear many different voices
I see darkness when I close my eyes
I want to be successful
I am a guy named seth

I pretend nothing
I feel a wooden desk
I touch a pencil
I worry about being a hobo when I grow up
I cry about poverty
I am a guy named seth

I understand no one lives forever
I say many words
I dream about my future
I try my best
I hope sadness will end
I am a guy named seth

Respect

Whoever you are, try to respect all. Emeralds are beautiful, but are they worth anything if you got it through greed. Respect yourself by being faithful to your schedule. Every season, every situation, remember your manners. It is promised if you remember this a window will be opened to guide you to success.

Seth's summer memories

Last summer a very memorable night was when we went camping. The people who came were me, my family, and some of my mom's friends. We all were sitting in lawn chairs in a circle around the campfire. All of us were roasting marshmallows and having a lot of fun. The fire wouldn't stop roaring or spewing embers. The color of the fire was red and kind of yellow with some orange, but they weren't mixed together. It's very peculiar how a fire's colors do that. The way they don't mix together when the colors are put together like in paint. The sky was really dark we probably wouldn't be able to see without the fire. The fire had provided enough heat for the cold air. The moon was already up. I was wondering how it glows sort of. The mosquitoes must have been attracted to the flame because I had gotten some mosquitoe bites. I didn't really notice them until the next morning though. It was a fun time for us. I liked it very much.