Whatever happened to simple joys Those things of wonder That we enjoyed so much in childhood Like the art of making paper airplanes Or just digging in the dirt -Kel Dayheart
Blacksmith’s Anger
Your words just add fuel to the fire That I'll use to forge A sword grand enough To be your end -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #145
Let not the heart die.
Haiku #134
I painstakingly Made a thousand paper cranes I forgot my wish
Drunk Dial
My wine-soaked thoughts Believe that we Are a wonderful idea My sober thoughts Know so much better But it doesn't erase the mistake -Kel Dayheart
Actor’s Deceit
I'll act the part And get a full review For being a lying cheat But no one will see 'cause no one really looks When soft deceit is easier to take -Kel Dayheart
Avarice
Gold fever Is a disease That never ended In those mines -Kel Dayheart
Dry Desert
My throat is dry Trying to get the words Out But they die In the desert Of my throat -Kel Dayheart
On the Tip of my Tongue
When you only have The vaguest notion Of an idea With nothing concrete It's hard to write Similar to trying To capture smoke With your bare hands -Kel Dayheart
Old Eyes
The view grows dim As she ages What was once A beautiful, color-filled sight Is warped to a Gray fuzzy mess -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 