Long Odds

Life isn't a logic game Somethings happen by chance Even when we crunch the numbers You cannot predict for certainty -Kel Dayheart

Staring Into Space

I'm all set up I'm ready to go And then   Nothing   I find no inspiration In this page In this space   I sit and stare at Nothing   -Kel Dayheart

Forgotten Straggler

It's on the tip of my tongue But it clings to the end Like sticky honey And in a flash It's gone with barely a remembrance Vibrating in my head -Kel Dayheart

Before I Fall

On the edge Of making a decision It's a bit Precarious But I don't Have to stay For long Just need To make up My mind -Kel Dayheart

Take a Leap

His cool cadence washes over me It lullabies me until I no longer hear his words And I sink into his voice To daydream and lose my inhibitions Viewing myself as someone else Making the choices that I fear to choose   I am startled by a hand And I come back to see him... Continue Reading →

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