You summon up all my demons With just a few well placed words I'm set into a whirl A downfall of self hate -Kel Dayheart
Scorch
Smoke filled room Gotta get out Gotta get out Before the whole place Burns -Kel Dayheart
Pretense
A peculiar air About him, seems to surround Obscure, consume him So in reality no one Really knows his real, true self -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #56
Like a bird forced to sing, she wished to fly.
Haiku #45
An arm around you Possessive satisfaction Seeing kiss bruised lips
Touchy
Temper, temper Tantrum Scream and fight No relief No release Temper, temper Is your downfall -Kel Dayheart
In Poor Taste
He and I Have spent most of our time Among the beggars In debt For crimes that we Did not commit Our only crime Was to be born On the wrong side Of poor -Kel Dayheart
Silence Held
I burn my tongue Just to keep me From saying What's on my mind -Kel Dayheart
Undone
I want to unravel his mastery Pieces by delicate piece Until I understand What makes him tick -Kel Dayheart
Hazardous
Worse case scenario Doesn't mean that is the only option It is just one of many possibilities That run rampant through my brain Taking root and planting seeds of discord To make my heart race in panic And ponder on "what if's" Moving quickly through until I am just an anxious mess -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 