Daily observations from the outdoors. All writing done on the spur of the moment by a teacher with nothing better to do.

 

Deteriorating All Along

My body grows tired
With joints
Rusted with age
And eyes that drain
Light from the world.
And a brain
Well
A brain
That never
Seems to work well
Anyway.

sebargan2313:

We use objects 
Of death 
And fire 
To transmit our
Sweetest,
Most evil thoughts 
To ones we love 
And hate. 
And it matters not 
Which one it is.

sebargan2313:

We use objects
Of death
And fire
To transmit our
Sweetest,
Most evil thoughts
To ones we love
And hate.
And it matters not
Which one it is.

sebargan2313:

My life has reached
It’s cycle 
And the dusk
Has arrived. 
The day was beautiful 
And filled 
With sun streaks 
And metal flakes 
But, with the glow  fading,
The twilight is my
New mistress 
Sweetly,  she takes me 
By the hand 
And delivers me
To the end 
Of happiness 
And the beginning 
Of night.

sebargan2313:

My life has reached
It’s cycle
And the dusk
Has arrived.
The day was beautiful
And filled
With sun streaks
And metal flakes
But, with the glow fading,
The twilight is my
New mistress
Sweetly, she takes me
By the hand
And delivers me
To the end
Of happiness
And the beginning
Of night.

Secretly Confused

sebargan2313:

I’m not sure what
Dreams are
Or what life is real
And which is not
Or if my nightmares
Are the best
Thing
For my soul
Which after all
Has dwelled for too long
Behind the hour
Of coldest midnight.

Parasite

sebargan2313:

Even if
It’s just a small way
Even if
It doesn’t matter
I’ll still help
And do your
Bidding
Until the requests
Shrivel up
And blow away.

sebargan2313:

My thoughts of you
Went on forever.
Beyond the trees,
Over the cliffs,
And soaring up
To the blue.
Then down
Down 
Down 
For a comfortable meeting 
With the red,
Rocky,
Ground.

sebargan2313:

My thoughts of you
Went on forever.
Beyond the trees,
Over the cliffs,
And soaring up
To the blue.
Then down
Down
Down
For a comfortable meeting
With the red,
Rocky,
Ground.

A Wraith

sebargan2313:

A wraith
You were
Beautiful in my
Arms
And like the wind
Hard to hold
But perfect
Just the same.
My smiles will never
Leave
When you’re around.

sebargan2313:

Leaving a trail 
Of blood 
Dripping from the
Wounds 
Criss cross 
And back and forth 
They run
A series of sanguine 
Scars 
Ripe an red 
For all to see.

sebargan2313:

Leaving a trail
Of blood
Dripping from the
Wounds
Criss cross
And back and forth
They run
A series of sanguine
Scars
Ripe an red
For all to see.

sebargan2313:

Yes…
There’s beauty. 
But the more I look, 
The more lost 
I’ve become. 
Deceived in the end
Alone and lonely 
In the cold rock canyon.

sebargan2313:

Yes…
There’s beauty.
But the more I look,
The more lost
I’ve become.
Deceived in the end
Alone and lonely
In the cold rock canyon.