I just remembered That I'm all alone with no one To wrap their arms around me -Kel Dayheart
First Fall
A winter wonderland Done up in bright blue And unblemished white A rosy chill -Kel Dayheart
Road Signs
Over used pathway I know where you lead The signs are posted The road well evened by ware No surprises as you cruise along But what's the point There's not life without risk But that road won't lead you anywhere Just a path that cycles on and on Never renewing or changing If given... Continue Reading →
Pages of Memories
Wet pages Drains down the pipes And are never read again Forgotten. Lost. No more. Memories fail And we lose a piece of ourselves Through space and time Until we change into what We cannot recognize What we face in the mirror -Kel Dayheart
Happy Birthday Emily Dickinson!
One of my personal favorites. Ms. Dickinson was an american poet in the late 1800's. She lived her life mostly as recluse, and never married. She rarely even traveled except for a short period in her twenties. Most of her poems were not published until four years after her death. As I love many of... Continue Reading →
Demons of Insanity
Writers often describe their demons I guess that's as good a metaphor as any To depict the insanity that is the words bouncing in their heads Sometimes it's just like holding conversations with yourself -Kel Dayheart
Flying
I over look the edge With wind whipping around Dizzy from a falling sensation No more steps left Unless I want to fly -Kel Dayheart
A Day’s Fall
Snow banks rise steeply As white fluff falls Steadily as the day goes on -Kel Dayheart
Power of the Mind
Power births corruption And shapes a state of mind That is a cruel form of perfection Evils lurk in Man's imagination For it searches to find Something that isn't a work of fiction -Kel Dayheart
Lies
Hasty words said in a whisper Exchanged in a moment Neglected in the next Denial but longing Lie in the passion of emotion Then lie about the feeling Lie about lying Until not even you understand it Short romance muttered softly In the morning light untrue Thriving with night life With lover's looks... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 