"Where there is love there is life." -Mahatma Gandhi Short and simple this week. Happy Monday! -Kel Dayheart
Fluctuate
My temperature does not want to stay It fluctuates constantly In the face of My ever-changing mood The hot flash of embarrassment The cold dread of fear Are a reminder That I can never keep A cool head in this situation -Kel Dayheart
Just
It is just a scribble It is just a doodle Until someone sees And calls it art -Kel Dayheart
Priceless
If a picture Is worth A thousand words How much Is a poem Worth? A poem When written Just right Can evoke Such beautiful images That only the mind can see So what is it Worth? -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #98
"Because...." He stepped abruptly away, looking stricken, "Forget it."
Haiku #87
I have a giving Heart that leaked for everyone Until it was dry
Unmotivated
Motivation Or lack thereof It does not help To have a name For what I need When I cannot Scrounge up enough To do something about it -Kel Dayheart
Synthetic
If there is a price tag It’s not real love It’s just masquerading as it
Living Fantasy
I kiss your sleep warm skin With feather- light lips
Holding on to the Wrong Thing
I can’t lose you Clinging on and on
Fragment of a Figment 