The hero is always cut From the same cookie mold In tales of old Always a robust and rugged man Quick to the draw Light on his feet And determined to win the damsel I'm tired of the same old story Being spoon-fed down my throat Where are all the fierce heroines? Who needs... Continue Reading →
First Sip
I remember The first sip But it never stopped Continued on Destroying my mind Easy fix Losing never felt so good Nothing matters anymore Except for the drink More and more Never-ending guilt Just forgotten in the bliss But then I crash again Craving more and more I remember nothing else -Kel Dayheart
Behind the Scenes
Would you love me If you knew me The one behind The scenes Who writes these words That are for you -Kel Dayheart
Disquiet
Stop me with reality I'm a dreamer at heart With imagination to spare And the easiest way to get my heart Racing in overdrive Is to bring me back To grounded reality -Kel Dayheart
Faucet
It's a downpour The kind that tries To drown the whole world -Kel Dayheart
Rose Tinted Love
We romanticized the classics Like that life should be idolized And placed on an eternal pedestal But like our memories We only seem to remember the good Talking about the glory days However, darling, it's time To take off the rose-tinted glasses And see the past as it is Not what we wished it to... Continue Reading →
Making Gods Bleed
To break the unbreakable You need to bring it down Off its pedestal And make it human -Kel Dayheart
Absence of Heat
Ice cold hands Hold on Hoping to warm up If only For a moment -Kel Dayheart
Paralyzing
Like a deer in headlights I never seem to move On when it is clear I should if I don't Want to be hurt -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #69
“Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.” -Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Fragment of a Figment 