I always click With the wrong people And I'm not just Talking about love -Kel Dayheart
Startle
Like a bucket of ice Tipped over the head I now think in Startling clarity -Kel Dayheart
Less Rest
Duress is only A few letters Away from Stress -Kel Dayheart
Strength in Different Forms
His hands are different from mine Course in a way that shows Just how capable they are While mine are thin and scream delicate From the tips of my fingers To tapered wrist -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #143
There's a mirage In the mirror over where Silence screams aloud
Blackout #154
He could never be a real monster too sweet.
Wound Tight
Crank the music box And let her go Don't wind too tight Or you'll never hear a sound -Kel Dayheart
Falling in Love
He's a fast- time talker He's a smooth talker He's a charming charmer Starry-eyed and feeling flush Half convinced I'm in love Half convinced I'm going crazy It's a whirlwind It's a dreamscape It's a hope in us all I guess that's why it's called Falling in love -Kel Dayheart
Wasting Coffee
My coffee gets cold On a constant basis As I get lost in My book, phone, head Oh well I guess it's time To sleep -Kel Dayheart
Perfectionist Problem
I could pick up a paintbrush Paint a thousand portraits And still, I would not Be able to do justice To that glimmer in your eyes -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 