She was done up in pastel Then buffed and polished Until all the creases gave way And she was only A shallow reflection Of her true self -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #153
Hammers pound and nail Until my brain resembles Holey Swiss cheese
Blackout #164
Drained of you
Second Place Silver
They say There is always A silver lining But I find That little ray A poor Consolation prize -Kel Dayheart
Creative Stream
Ink stained hands ache With the shakes That comes from a marathon Of endless creating -Kel Dayheart
Tone Death Melody
I wish I could sing you a lullaby So you could close your tired eyes And rest for once -Kel Dayheart
Voice Inside
Try to put away That part of you The one who tells you You don't deserve this -Kel Dayheart
Worked Up
I feel it build Within my chest Until I'm coughing Up blood -Kel Dayheart
Wrung-out Women
Women all the same Want a ring But some unfortunate ones Find themselves wrung instead -Kel Dayheart
Murky
The reflection in the water Is distorted But it shows my warped soul Just fine -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 