Wrap around you Like a well-worn sweater Do you feel The same comfort As I? -Kel Dayheart
Stunted Silence
Sit pretty, don't talk No one wants To hear your stuttered speech -Kel Dayheart
By Rote
With delicate fingers raised To dance along In long remembered movements No longer needing a rehearsal Following the same steps Since early childhood -Kel Dayheart
Scribble Away
Scribbles in a coffee shop Do not make them Any better, any worse Than those scribbled in my room -Kel Dayheart
Simpler Times
Whatever happened to simple joys Those things of wonder That we enjoyed so much in childhood Like the art of making paper airplanes Or just digging in the dirt -Kel Dayheart
Blacksmith’s Anger
Your words just add fuel to the fire That I'll use to forge A sword grand enough To be your end -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #145
Let not the heart die.
Haiku #134
I painstakingly Made a thousand paper cranes I forgot my wish
Drunk Dial
My wine-soaked thoughts Believe that we Are a wonderful idea My sober thoughts Know so much better But it doesn't erase the mistake -Kel Dayheart
Actor’s Deceit
I'll act the part And get a full review For being a lying cheat But no one will see 'cause no one really looks When soft deceit is easier to take -Kel Dayheart
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