This says something About me And I do not believe That it is A good thing -Kel Dayheart
Pulled Seams
My arms wrapped around my waist Does nothing to help Hold me together When my seams are shredded And my heart Is spilling out Bleeding for the world to see -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #73
The thing is, you see, people are crazy.
Haiku #62
My little white dove Will you let me fly along With you in the blue?
Shut Up
I never liked you I must confess From the first word To your last I just wished You would stop Talking -Kel Dayheart
Consumption
Wicked thoughts run round My head daily at all hours Until they consume Every action, every word Until I am consumed -Kel Dayheart
Empathic
There is a certain kind of beauty In your tragedy That makes everyone cry Not in pity though But with you To share in your sadness -Kel Dayheart
Earthquake Hands
There's an earthquake in my hands The tremor rack up And over my arms Until I feel it in every bone You shatter me -Kel Dayheart
Brief Pleasure
The light filters through Down, down, down Until it reaches me Playing across bare skin I find delight In this brief pleasure -Kel Dayheart
Written Over Spoken
I love words When they are sprawled across A loving page Far more than Those I try to speak That get stuck Caught in my throat And choke my tongue -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 