We’ve all been there.Or was that just me?

We’ve all been there.

Or was that just me?

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I Want To Be There by Nathan Forst

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"I want to be there
In the beautiful past
Where I was happy
And my spirit amassed
Such a source of courage
And love.

I want to be there
Holding your hand,
Breathing the free air
Of companionship
Before my soul was laid bare.

I want to be there
Hugging you close.
I still care
And would compose
A song of passion and love
To quell your anger
And bring back the beautiful dove
Of peace and tranquility.

I want to be there
Under the stars with you,
As we used to dream
And reflect
Upon beauty
And truth.

I want to be there
Laying with you,
Arms and legs entwined
Until our souls aligned
In perfect harmony,
When our spirits combined
And felt true exultation.

I want to be there
To wipe your tears away,
Gently pull back your hair
And lay
A peaceful kiss
On your crimson lips.

I want to be there
To help battle your demons.
My love will flare
Into a blinding light
And annihilate your despair
With perfect clarity and might.

I want to be there
With you.
True love is so rare
And will see us through
Any hardship and repair
The broken and shattered
Pieces of our hearts.”
 - Nathan Forst
March 14, 2012.

Copyright

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Poem/Story written by Nathan Forst
Demented Apocalypse: A Gangbang of Zombies Holy shit, Zombies!Whoever thought this would happen?I wake up in the morningTo a televised warning,Telling us all to stay inside."The dead are walking around!Beware, citizens, they look hungry.”The news anchor managed to sayBefore a zombie came up behind himAnd ruthlessly turned his brain into souffle. It was terrifyingBut also mesmerizing. He managed a screamJust before the camera was hit by a streamOf gory meat.Blood and boneDecorate the streets.Zombies moanThe human survivors make good eats.Fuck, I gotta get out of here!Luckily I put together a zombie survivor kit years ago.In it I have a shotgun, pistol, lots of ammo,And even a crossbow.Plenty of water and gasoline,Dried and canned food, And vaseline.Hey, you never know when you’ll need a good lubricant.Get out of the city,I say to myself.I open the door,Take my supplies,And I immediately hit the floor.There are motherfucking zombies everywhere!ShitDamnit all to hell!I need a distraction.And just at that moment I heard someone yell.The voice was femaleAnd frantic, coming from across the hall.She screamed out in horrorAs a zombie tore herArm off. The rest of the zombies converged on her position.I felt bad for leaving her behindBut, quite frankly, I don’t need an armless woman giving me the grind.Women with arms are hard enough to handleAnd besides, she made a great diversion.I sneak out through the fire escapeAnd cautiously open the street door.I peer outside and see what looks to be a zombie rape.Apparently zombies rape each other in their spare time.Is Zombie rape classified as a crime? I gently push open the door and sneak outside,Leaving the zombies raping each other in the street.Who knew the undead could be in such heat?Trust me when I say that observing Zombie sex is fucking weird.I begin to slowly walk outside,Trying not to be noticed by the dead gangbang.I must admit that I haven’t been laid in a whileAnd so a very odd and creepy smileCrosses my face.God, I’m such a fucking, shitty disgrace.I begin to move a little faster down the alleyway,Thinking that I’ll escape,But then one of the sexed up zombies turns his headAnd looks directly at me.The whole group of salacious monsters begins to run my way.Shit… I am going to fucking die…Time to run…
(Continued in part 2, Little Girl Got PWNED)

Make sure to watch the YouTube video: http://youtu.be/xvYgnxgon_g

Poem/Story written by Nathan Forst

Demented Apocalypse:
A Gangbang of Zombies


Holy shit, Zombies!
Whoever thought this would happen?
I wake up in the morning
To a televised warning,
Telling us all to stay inside.

"The dead are walking around!
Beware, citizens, they look hungry.”
The news anchor managed to say
Before a zombie came up behind him
And ruthlessly turned his brain into souffle.

It was terrifying
But also mesmerizing.
He managed a scream
Just before the camera was hit by a stream
Of gory meat.

Blood and bone
Decorate the streets.
Zombies moan
The human survivors make good eats.
Fuck, I gotta get out of here!

Luckily I put together a zombie survivor kit years ago.
In it I have a shotgun, pistol, lots of ammo,
And even a crossbow.
Plenty of water and gasoline,
Dried and canned food,
And vaseline.

Hey, you never know when you’ll need a good lubricant.

Get out of the city,
I say to myself.
I open the door,
Take my supplies,
And I immediately hit the floor.

There are motherfucking zombies everywhere!
Shit
Damnit all to hell!
I need a distraction.
And just at that moment I heard someone yell.

The voice was female
And frantic, coming from across the hall.
She screamed out in horror
As a zombie tore her
Arm off.

The rest of the zombies converged on her position.
I felt bad for leaving her behind
But, quite frankly, I don’t need an armless woman giving me the grind.
Women with arms are hard enough to handle
And besides, she made a great diversion.

I sneak out through the fire escape
And cautiously open the street door.
I peer outside and see what looks to be a zombie rape.
Apparently zombies rape each other in their spare time.
Is Zombie rape classified as a crime?

I gently push open the door and sneak outside,
Leaving the zombies raping each other in the street.
Who knew the undead could be in such heat?
Trust me when I say that observing
Zombie sex is fucking weird.

I begin to slowly walk outside,
Trying not to be noticed by the dead gangbang.
I must admit that I haven’t been laid in a while
And so a very odd and creepy smile
Crosses my face.
God, I’m such a fucking, shitty disgrace.

I begin to move a little faster down the alleyway,
Thinking that I’ll escape,
But then one of the sexed up zombies turns his head
And looks directly at me.
The whole group of salacious monsters begins to run my way.

Shit… I am going to fucking die…

Time to run…

(Continued in part 2, Little Girl Got PWNED)

Drowning

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I am struggling to keep sane.
The artist in me is losing the battle.
I keep trying to feign
Confidence as I prattle
On about the beauty
Of love and life.
I keep paying lip service to the duty
Of how I should remain alive and strive
To seek and find meaning through pain
And struggle.
But I am losing the battle.

I am losing hope
And losing strength.
My mind is unable to cope
With this depression at length.
I am fading fast
And losing quickly.
If I end up dead
Please don’t remember me with a sickly
Heart and an overall feeling of dread.
I made my own choices.
My soul’s love has fled.
I fought as hard as I could
To remain here with you.
I know that I should
But I might not be able to.

It’s a hard thing to be a true romantic.
All or nothing is the code of my heart.
My mind spins, my spirit is frantic
And the only thing keeping me going is my art.
It might not be enough
But I am desperately trying to do my part
And remain.
Just remain here.
With you.

This shouldn’t destroy me.
Or maybe it should.
Maybe that is how
True,
Unconditional,
Undying love should be.
I make no excuses and no apologies
For my idealism and innocence,
Even if my ideologies
Lead me to the grave
From a broken heart.

The demon has me
And I make no attempt to flee
From its grasping fingers.
My heart lingers
In purgatory
And falls into hell.
He is dragging me down
As the ocean waves peak and swell.
Here I drown
In full view of the world.
And it is okay.

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Other poems on my YouTube channel that you might be interested in:
The Glutton of Sin (Discretion Advised): http://youtu.be/Au2Z75w492E
I’ve Got The Devil On My Ass: http://youtu.be/e-y5kCuNHfg
Snuffing It: http://youtu.be/zEapjdsjJv0
Goodbye, Pixie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQ3xqzJw0fs

Photo Taken by Nathan Forst Photo of Nathan Forst  “I’ve Got The Devil On My Ass”http://youtu.be/e-y5kCuNHfg

Photo Taken by Nathan Forst
Photo of Nathan Forst

“I’ve Got The Devil On My Ass”

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Photo taken by Nathan Forst Copyright Nathan Forst  This is one of my favorite pictures. A man or woman (I was unsure as to the sex of the person when I took the picture) stares out into the bay of Vancouver after a jog. The amazing person in this photograph has no legs. I have named this picture “Indomitable.” Photo taken in Vancouver, BC, Canada.
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Photo taken by Nathan Forst
Copyright Nathan Forst

This is one of my favorite pictures. A man or woman (I was unsure as to the sex of the person when I took the picture) stares out into the bay of Vancouver after a jog. The amazing person in this photograph has no legs. I have named this picture “Indomitable.”

Photo taken in Vancouver, BC, Canada.

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Photo taken by Nathan Forst Copyright belongs to Nathan Forst Tree stump.  Taken at Cathedral Grove, BC.

Photo taken by Nathan Forst
Copyright belongs to Nathan Forst

Tree stump.
Taken at Cathedral Grove, BC.

Photo taken by Nathan Forst Copyright Nathan Forst  Photo taken on a BC Ferry heading towards Nanaimo, BC, Canada.

Photo taken by Nathan Forst
Copyright Nathan Forst

Photo taken on a BC Ferry heading towards Nanaimo, BC, Canada.

The Glutton of Sin (Discretion Advised)

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Let me in and see your soul.
How rotten are you?
Don’t you feel as if you are just playing a role?
Day to day, week to week, and month to month
You are dragging your feet,
Pretending and hiding your base instincts.
Why do you fake it?
Why do you feel as if you must cover it up?
Are you worried about what others will think
When the mask you wear is stripped away
And all that remains is your blatant and utter dismay?
Shame
Regret
Remorse
Forget!
Just shut the fuck up and listen to me!
Mistakes are part of reality.
I have made some, large and small.
You have made them too and piled them tall.
Some are sickening, contemptuous, and vile.
Others are noteworthy but shouldn’t cramp your style.
Some of us lie, and steal, and fuck another person’s spouse.
Some of us commit more silent crimes of personal injury and self deprecation and harm,
We cut ourselves and loath our own inability to disarm
Our weakness,
Afraid of the pain of life,
We inflict our own torture onto owned flesh.
The blood is comforting and without judgement
And we wait to cut again, until a fresh
Emotional hole opens up in our soul.

It is about time that we realize how fucked up we all really are.
There is not one among us that does not carry a scar.
We all suck and fuck and enjoy debauchery.
Our own sexual appetites are not worthy of mockery.
Personally I like a good blowjob now and then.
I sit back, relax, and eventually scream “AMEN!”
It’s nice and warm
And a good one is like an art form.




Sex is fun
And doing it without a condom is like firing a gun.
You may or may not hit a target.
And if you do, you’ll most likely want to run
Far away and attempt to forget about the consequences
Before they all become too real.
And too much for your poor and frail mind to grasp and deal.
That’s why people seek out an abortion.
It isn’t wrong.
That’s a distortion.
But it can leave one deep in regret.
And if you are one of those women
Just remember that cold sweat
That you felt when you realized you were pregnant.
That terror inside was yours to deal with.
You made a painful decision.
Don’t beat yourself up now with disdain and derision.
It’s over but of course I am a male
And making life is some sort of a holy grail
Reserved for women,
Not for men.
I call bullshit.
You wouldn’t be able to get pregnant without my cum.
Just remember that it takes two to tango.
Make sure your decisions are wise
And properly thought up.
This time without the aid of guys.
Yes, that includes me and all of my agony.
Just you and your own thoughts.
Make a decision that you can live with.
Fuck the rest of the world and their opinions and plans.
But you had better hurry before the supreme court bans
A woman’s right to choose.

Abuse is a word that is thrown around
Like a fucking dog turd on the ground.
There are times when it is true and real
And then there are times that feel
As if you are in a tank with a shark
And he’s swimming closer, about to make his mark.
Genuine abuse is to be abhorred.
Unfortunately sometimes it is ignored.
Then there are those times where people yell
And commit a good person to a hell.
Not everything is so cut and clear
When you are dealing with a person in fear.



Let me see inside your soul.
Let me in.
I’ll pay the toll.
I have a lot that I can carry here
In my heart,
I have no fear.
I am willing to take your burden.
I am willing to eat your sin.
Let me have it
And you’ll feel better.
I’ll just die a little more within.
That’s okay.
This is not a game of predator and prey.
I am sincere in my willingness to aid you
In ridding yourself of everything that shames you.

Murder, theft, cheating, lying
It is all part of the hypocrisy
Of a society that is slowly dying.
We grasp onto hope,
Only to have it go up in smoke
By the lit cigarette of a fake lady,
That turned out to be a cold and humourless joke.

Weakness prevails in the cities of men
But here I sit with my pen.
I attempt to write and tell you things
Of lost loves and sparkling rings.
The cackle of an old hag is heard far and wide,
Used up, spat out, I still take my bride.
She may be old
And she may be frail
But I believe in her,
Despite the ruin
And the gale
Of a long and heavy stormy veil
That pushes onwards and outwards,
Until it will eventually fail
And putter out
Like so many dead and rotten corpses
That litter the landscape of life’s lonely journey.


I want your pain.
I want your fear.
I want your shame.
I want your tears.
I want your heart.
I want your soul.
I want your mind
To be free.

Let me have it all!
Let me have your despair.
Let me devour every square
Inch of your agony.
I know this sounds strange
But it fills me with such glee
To be of use
Before my final days.
I do not want to just fade away.
I want to help.
And care.
And love.
I want to give you free air
To breath.

We are all human beings
And we all deserve
Something beautiful and perfect and rare.
What you keep down inside your heart
Is not who and what you are.
I know because I eat it all.
I am the glutton
Of pain and regret.
But I know now not to fret
For we are all in this together, you and I.
Do not be afraid to live and die
Under the moon, and stars, and sky
With all your sin and evil acts
You are still my brother, sister,
Lover
And best friend.
So give it to me.
Give it all.
I am strong enough and I will stand tall.