is an awful creature that gleams from a dark spot within all of us -Kel Dayheart
Treasure
Like an old worn letter Well loved and preserved To be read over again Time after time Until the words Can be said verbatim From memory alone But still the letter Is clung to As a treasured keepsake -Kel Dayheart
Soulless
I try so hard But it all falls flat Paper thin Without meaning- Without soul I might as well Stop writing -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #33
"Where there is love there is life." -Mahatma Gandhi Short and simple this week. Happy Monday! -Kel Dayheart
Fluctuate
My temperature does not want to stay It fluctuates constantly In the face of My ever-changing mood The hot flash of embarrassment The cold dread of fear Are a reminder That I can never keep A cool head in this situation -Kel Dayheart
Just
It is just a scribble It is just a doodle Until someone sees And calls it art -Kel Dayheart
Priceless
If a picture Is worth A thousand words How much Is a poem Worth? A poem When written Just right Can evoke Such beautiful images That only the mind can see So what is it Worth? -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #98
"Because...." He stepped abruptly away, looking stricken, "Forget it."
Haiku #87
I have a giving Heart that leaked for everyone Until it was dry
Unmotivated
Motivation Or lack thereof It does not help To have a name For what I need When I cannot Scrounge up enough To do something about it -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 