By Kel Dayheart
Weather- worn tatters Loved for its memories Though it isn't written there I still remember The first page Used to stand bare Scared to write on But oh so tempting Nicks and bangs Showing the places It has lived Though you won't understand New isn't always better Familiar, old friend Sitting on... Continue Reading →
Chocolate-eyed boy With windswept hair and sweet grin A heart of pure gold
Everything is numbered Everyone is numbered Take the count It's easily done Kept track of And put neatly into boxes Marked, labeled All the same Limited creativity Boxed in our number We lose our power To be more than numbered c-Kel Dayheart
half the battle to being happy is to be happy but we look and look outside ourselves for a fix when there is no miracle cure just ourselves and what we believe -Kel Dayheart
pouring emotion out as the fountain swells drowning everything and everyone life stills, becoming worthless the world alters for one second but is forgotten in the next changing nothing but myself -Kel Dayheart
I sit in silence Words kept at bay My teeth set The headache seeping in Once again I do not say What I have been trying to Letting words trail by I sit in silence Within the loudest place And it is my fault For "forgiving" and "letting go" -Kel Dayheart
I snuffle down into my pillow to chase after half remembered dreams that dance at the edge of my conscience leaving me lethargic and lazy -Kel Dayheart
As the creature prowls It hears a great howl That makes its great jowl Open to form fierce-some growls It could almost be called a scowl Upon its face. The peace is now a foul Heard in the distance hoots of owls -Kel Dayheart
Mystery and myth Traveling from land to land Same tales are heard
Life isn't a game But we play it like it is If only it were like a work of fiction We would be guaranteed ever happiness And not the illusions we set Life gives no rules But we live like there are Nothing is given freely But so easily thrown away When no path is... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 