She was the kind of girl People wrote about The kind that had songs Dedicated to them Immortalized for all To admire -Kel Dayheart
A Storm Brewing
Pitter- patter hits the tin roof Whistles and howls combine With crackling clashes In this symphony of sounds It reaches a crescendo As all peace is lost And the light has faded With darkness settling in amongst the noise -Kel Dayheart
Take a Moment to Breathe
Laying back in the grass I stare above At the swirling clouds And watch the world go by Leaving me to my solitude -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #76
He was left over from the war with nowhere else to go.
Haiku #65
Burn the midnight oil Light it with inspiration Until it is all consumed
Whiskey Sea
My brain feels sea-sick From the waves of alcohol Rushing through my veins My eyes swim to see With sea legs I stumble Without an ounce of grace -Kel Dayheart
Indecisive
I don't know What is right Any more So I will leave The decisions Up to you -Kel Dayheart
Shallow
I am a shallow reflection of deeper conviction -Kel Dayheart
Do You Feel the Pressure?
It's rather intriguing Wouldn't you say That the world put so much pressure on us- That we put so much pressure on ourselves But we still wonder Why we are never satisfied -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #10
A little philosophical and simple this week. "Success is dependent on effort." -Sophocles -Kel Dayheart
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