Music touched Death, now its immortal.
Paper Flowers
Delicate petals inked with delicate words Words of love and hope Growing out towards the light Dirt stained hands reach out To plant these beauties Among the garden walls Pages sprout up Inspiring new ideas From the everlasting paper flowers -Kel Dayheart
Sunday Afternoon
A cup of tea And solitary confinement Reflecting back in quiet air Warmth seeps in Against all restraint A sigh is released -Kel Dayheart
Throwback July
Throwback July doesn't have the nicest ring to it but it's the easiest way to say what I mean. I'm working on some site maintenance this month so I won't have time to post new content. But never fear I will be reposting some oldies but some goodies. Some of my personal favorites will make... Continue Reading →
Sleepless
Can't sleep until All the words Pour out And empty out my mind So I may sleep -Kel Dayheart
Crazy Town Population: Me
I drive myself Crazy Not the nicest Of destinations -Kel Dayheart
Appreciate the Silence
A hush falls upon the room As if we had entered a library An instant change in mood That has been instilled since childhood Hush, hush not too loud Because somethings are meant To be appreciated in silence -Kel Dayheart
Absent Minded
A coffee can last hours To the distracted mind Guess it's cold coffee again -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #169
We're always happy. No, you're not. No we are not.
Undertow has caught Me in its embrace I doubt I will resurface
Fragment of a Figment 