He plastered a look Of remorse on That looked realistic That was anything But real -Kel Dayheart
Fake Grace
She was graceful But it was artificial She was like a wind-up ballerina Placed in antique jewelry boxes Wind her up And she'll dance the same tune Forever trapped on her stage -Kel Dayheart
Can’t Paint Over
I put my war paint on Line by careful line Until it cracks Like old concrete And all the brokenness From underneath comes Seeping out -Kel Dayheart
Sycophant
Parasites feeding Off the meager talented souls A bottom feeder Living life off the success Of others, only taking -Kel Dayheart
Wasted
In the blink of an eye The screen goes blank And everyone raises to leave But wait, just wait That didn't make sense There are so many plot holes The love story is unrealistic All the characters are so flat They shouldn't even be one-dimensional I just wasted two hours of my life -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 