The explosion hit the center torn and splintered
Haiku #206
This life, dumpster fire Now there is no difference What a year it's been
Buried in the Debris
The clutter overwhelms me Until I sit here Unsure if I will ever
Baying at the Moon
Madness tises with the moon And the tide of change Drowns out the sanity That tried so hard To keep it at bay -Kel Dayheart
Shameless
Shallow, plastic Is all you hear When you take pride In the way you look A different type of body shame -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #219
Its sound, its content, the cadences, poetry strayed into his mind.
Haiku #205
My painted face hides My vulnerability Or I hope it will
Only Loser is Me
My brain seems to be Winning in a contest Against my heart To try and break me -Kel Dayheart
Lovely Gray Day
Rainy days are lovely When there are no reasons To go out in them Except by choice To puddle jump -Kel Dayheart
A Little Bite
Be careful of girls With red painted lips Behind their smiles They hide venomous teeth -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 