I can feel it burn As it travels through My veins, infecting Everything that comes in contact Soon I won't feel Much of anything -Kel Dayheart
Spring Forward
The bright colors of spring Are upon us once more Eating up the cold grey winter Until we barely remember Those bitter nights -Kel Dayheart
Earworm
The guitar fades Into the background But the rhythm Stays Repeating in my mind Repeating in my mind Repeating until it's stuck -Kel Dayheart
Lean to the Bone
Prowling in the concrete jungle Lean and mean As you skulk around All the fat cats Going for scraps, unwanted To somehow make it In this cold place I call a life -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #103
Thank your for the morning sun and the horizon in the distance.
Haiku #92
Wild child do not fear Your untamable wildness Remember to howl
Curved Line
Your smile is flat two-dimensional without depth without feeling Your smile is cold arctic without warmth without care -Kel Dayheart
Dust
I thought She was Stardust But it was Only Sawdust -Kel Dayheart
Daily Dreamer
To the subway sleeper Who drifts along in slumber For so few seconds Between the than and now This is for you -Kel Dayheart
Snuffed
He held me like a cage I felt trapped Suffocated -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 