She seemed as docile As a doll Impassive and unimpressed But one word Can bristle her up And having her fighting As fiercely as any tiger -Kel Dayheart
Pragmatic
Realistic in your approach You always seem so practical When faced with any issue Never putting up with nonsense Down- to- earth Feet planted firm No time for your head To be in the clouds Matter- of- fact down to the bone -Kel Dayheart
Pretense
A peculiar air About him, seems to surround Obscure, consume him So in reality no one Really knows his real, true self -Kel Dayheart
Sweetheart
Warm, kind eyes Like melted caramel Sugar sweet Reflecting their temperament -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #53
Reflection in the window, couldn't help thinking she looked like a painted china plate glued together after dropping it.
Multifaceted
Colorful eyes that I cannot find a name for Lively, reflecting the innermost thoughts for the world to see Beautiful in a way that not even the universe can compare -Kel Dayheart
Quite the Character
An astute manner about her And an uncanny knack for finding mysteries She searches out secrets Uncovers the hidden truths With a singled minded focus That would have made a detective proud -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #42
She was darkened whiskey.
Blackout #32
She stepped soundlessly through the downcast like a lighthouse beacon.
Fragment of a Figment 