A life alone poisons the heart.
History of Justice
We have a history Of blaming the victim For being weak For deserving it For asking for it Forgetting the monster Who did the heinous crime Where is the justice? -Kel Dayheart
Inspiration
How is it that a simple change in scenery can inspire Such a frenzy of writing -Kel Dayheart
In Morning Light
Don't bring flowers For my grave Leave them For someone Still around To appreciate them -Kel Dayheart
Finding Sense
I want to paint The world in my colors Until it makes Some sort of sense -Kel Dayheart
Moving too Fast
Hurry up to catch up Only to be told To pause, wait a minute We're not ready -Kel Dayheart
Leftovers
I feel like Leftover chinese Forgotten in the fridge For over a wekk -Kel Dayheart
Bleeding Gums
I'd rather eat glass Than have your lips Upon me anywhere -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #183
I could not regret My decisions when it led Me to meeting you
Blackout #196
Disaster begun in silence.
Fragment of a Figment 