I am suppressed. Not by some outside force, but by myself. I keep everything under lock and key. Secure.   I know this girl. She… well, she isn’t like that. She’s a free spirit, steps to her own music. Compulsive.   We’re not so different inside though. We laugh, we cry, we hope. And my... Continue Reading →

Forgotten Straggler

It's on the tip of my tongue But it clings to the end Like sticky honey And in a flash It's gone with barely a remembrance Vibrating in my head -Kel Dayheart

Won’t For(get)give

I've got an ax to grind It's made not of steel Or only man-made metal It is crafted from all the words You have spoken to me in anger That you have oh so conveniently forgot -Kel Dayheart

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