My painted red lips Should be a warning sign To all who would dare To take what isn't theirs Beware -Kel Dayheart
What was Lost
Dreary instant Where the realization hits And the missed moments Never to come about Grow more important Than what was truly lost -Kel Dayheart
Not What I Signed Up For
I am not your mother And I'm tired Of acting like one I'm no older than you So I should not Need to baby you so -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #77
Get lost in a crowd Be just another number With the public masse
Blackout #88
I speak the language of flowers to blot out the living one.
A Reminder
It's hard to hear Something continuously Without starting to believe That it's true You are not The labels That they call you So please, don't believe -Kel Dayheart
Worthless Wishes
Wishes are A dime a dozen It's actions that are Worth more than Money can manage -Kel Dayheart
Seeking Knowledge
It doesn't matter How much you know There will always be Something that you Don't -Kel Dayheart
Unedited
Polaroid pictures Just like Old typewriters Relics but Oh so good Mistakes are made And kept Can't edit the photo Can't backspace Just there to stay -Kel Dayheart
Loneliness Creeps In
Disorientated and left confused Lingering in the dust Forgotten, used up There is no clarity Only solitary confinement -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 