Crocodile tears Do not move me To be sympathetic -Kel Dayheart
Overflowing Drought
Creativity is a faucet Sometimes it's turned On for so long the sink Fills and overflows And other times There isn't a single drop For days -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #150
Waiting for a release.
His Perfection
Sleek lines Tailored to perfection Not a hair out-of-place T's are crossed I's are dotted My god, my hands itch To reach out And blur those lines Pull of the suit Drag my hands through his hair To leave my mark On his perfection -Kel Dayheart
Awe Inspiring
Sleight of hand A turn of phrase At the drop of a hat Blink and you miss it Tricks of the trade Awe-inspiring Until you learn to see The fishing wire Hidden panels Cards up sleeves Then all is lost -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #148
The leaves are rich with defiance.
Stranger
I've come to this place again Waiting to see if you will I already know the answer But I'll still come and wait I don't know you And you don't know me But that's the truth But that's the lie We are perfect strangers Not one word spoken But common ground A common... Continue Reading →
No Take Backs
A prod in the ribs Is not enough For him to take back the words -Kel Dayheart
Dance like Noone’s Watching
She was the type of dancer That looked the same In the privacy of her bedroom As she did on the dance floor All it took Was confidence -Kel Dayheart
Nirvana
Is there any better way To spend a night Than surrounded by books? -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 