It was a Tuesday night by the side of the stage. What was he thinking? They would eat the band alive.
Haiku #63
Hindsight, retelling Of the facts we were blind to As it came to pass
Desolation
At the cemetery yesterday As I placed my flowers And cleared the leaves Blown against your stone Trapped by old arrangements I realized looking at the dates You've been gone now Longer than you were alive for And I feel a little part of me die In that realization -Kel Dayheart
What is Meaning
The faces blur together Until they are meaningless Maybe they never meant Anything to me -Kel Dayheart
Always the Winner
Stand the test of time And you find very little Will survive, my dear Not you or I Will last Even if we love Until our last breath -Kel Dayheart
Fated
Fatal femme fatale Breaks more Than just unsuspecting hearts -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #8
A little advice this week, very old advice. "Not my circus. Not my monkeys." -Polish Proverb -Kel Dayheart
Epiphany
It starts small In the moment between breaths When you're lacking oxygen The epiphany hits you Like a drop kick to the stomach Or slap to the head It ignites something Bigger than a fire cracker But more contained than a forest fire -Kel Dayheart
Constitution
This says something About me And I do not believe That it is A good thing -Kel Dayheart
Pulled Seams
My arms wrapped around my waist Does nothing to help Hold me together When my seams are shredded And my heart Is spilling out Bleeding for the world to see -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 