Creativity is a faucet Sometimes it's turned On for so long the sink Fills and overflows And other times There isn't a single drop For days -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #150
Waiting for a release.
Haiku #139
Old school gentleman Suit and tie with pocket watch Dozen roses in hand
Up in Smoke
Burnt chocolate Is a great metaphor For my love life
Explosive
I can find no exit In this relationship
Just Because Flowers
He seemed the type Of guy to buy a girl flowers Guess I’ll never know
His Perfection
Sleek lines Tailored to perfection Not a hair out-of-place T's are crossed I's are dotted My god, my hands itch To reach out And blur those lines Pull of the suit Drag my hands through his hair To leave my mark On his perfection -Kel Dayheart
No Show
Crying in a public restroom Still has more dignity
Faded Stains
I leave a trail Of lipstick-stained loves In my wake
Hey Doc
Doctor, dear Please prescribe
Fragment of a Figment 