Some people have an unfortunate Addiction to the sound Of their own voice -Kel Dayheart
Ruined
He ruined Brown eyes For me With his Soulless ones -Kel Dayheart
Anarchy
Take care, upon your throne Everyone is watching, waiting To usurp you And have your crown -Kel Dayheart
Cold Touch
I lay latent like a ghost Whenever I am with you Can you feel me? -Kel Dayheart
Paperthin Voice
I am voiceless So I will take Pen and paper in hand And shout it out there -Kel Dayheart
Cardboard Castles
As a child, I would build Myself a castle of cardboard Just big enough for me and teddy So we could rule In the shadows -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #159
Rainy-day grays fill me with sadness
Haiku #148
Words comfort me in The space between awake and Finally sleeping
Single Moment
I went from happy To nausea in the span Of a facial expression -Kel Dayheart
Correcting Me
The world corrects me As though I am born immoral Corrupted by the first gasping breath Of Earth’s polluted air The world corrects my looks Like how I am born is not right That I cannot be Unless I conform to the world’s view The world corrects my speech So the words I... Continue Reading →
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