Globe-trotter travels Navigates the world with ease Just a compass needed
Blackout #86
It was selfish of me to lift my own burden, to want too deep.
Wrung Out
The insanity is over It's time to hang it out To dry upon the line So it will not Spill over again -Kel Dayheart
Heart of Glass
She was made Of flesh and bone Just like any other However her heart Held a secret It was made Of glass And one harsh word Or heartache Could shatter her -Kel Dayheart
A Cause for Claws
He strutted into the room Like an alley cat With a confidence That had been sharpened Into his favorite weapon -Kel Dayheart
Mama Knows
My darling little girl Mama knows it hurts all the time But now is the time To sew the jagged pieces Of your torn heart together -Kel Dayheart
Staged
With the grace of a swan A spine of steel And beaten feet She danced her heart out In the end Out of breath With an ache soul deep Applause only soothed The surface pain -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #20
"She burned too bright for this world." -Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights A bit of a simple quote this week. It's a concept that interests me, that some people feel or are too much for this world. Don't let anyone tell you, you are too much like it's an insult. -Kel Dayheart
Forgotten Song
Let the caged bird go She's not needed any more She can no longer Remember the melody Or carry a tune She is done Too tired to be Who she used to be Her spirit has been broken -Kel Dayheart
Bedtime Comforts
You are a lie Told to comfort But it is only an illusion A false warmth To blanket others in -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 