There is no wrong way To create poetry You don't need To fit a mold Or fit into a preconceived format Poetry is art And art has always been free So please darling Set your poetry free -Kel Dayheart *So I was really excited (and somewhat shocked) to see that I had reached 300... Continue Reading →
Hot Mess
You are a nuisance A distraction I do not Have the time nor will To deal with once more, so please Mess up someone else's day -Kel Dayheart
Monday
Weighed down It's hard to wake I hear the alarm Through an ocean -Kel Dayheart
Finite
Everything is relative In comparison To something else Nothing is definite Nothing is infinite Not even these words -Kel Dayheart
Toxic Air
It is a forest fire Of plastic trees The air is choking With toxic chemicals We will not survive This man-made disaster For we made our bed Now we will lie In our grave -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #77
Fire blew smoke hoping for some reaction. It would make no difference.
Someone to Share with
I long for someone To share the sky with Someone who will lie Beside me And aimlessly count the stars Sharing tales that have never Been told before -Kel Dayheart
Filtering Out the Good
The afternoon sunshine filters in Past the rickety blinds Casting odd shadows across the floor None of it is noticed though By the sole occupant As they drown in darkness Of their own creation Of their own mind -Kel Dayheart
Unknown Syllables
There is something to be said About going to places That speak different languages Where the words make no sense And the sounds from foreign tongues Washes over you like music The meaning may be lost But you can still fall in love With unknown syllables -Kel Dayheart
Fragment
You are More Than The fragment You imagine Yourself -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 