Noisy

Some people have an unfortunate Addiction to the sound Of their own voice -Kel Dayheart

Anarchy

Take care, upon your throne Everyone is watching, waiting To usurp you And have your crown -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

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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