The dynamics of the world Are weighed by an old-fashioned scale That only needs a feathered touch To tip further in one direction So be very careful That it isn't your touch With which the scale is tipped -Kel Dayheart
Flower Child
Be my buttercup You bright-eyed flower child You can still be wild and free Just bring me along for the ride -Kel Dayheart
This is Halloween!
Not really, but it is October. In the spirit of October I am going to try to keep to a creepy theme. Not surprisingly, I have quite a few that fit that category or just angst-y (see teenage years) so this is my disclaimer for the month that 90% of my poems will be dark,... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 