It was in the way He moved And it was In the way He talked That all you could do Was stop and stare -Kel Dayheart
A Cause for Claws
He strutted into the room Like an alley cat With a confidence That had been sharpened Into his favorite weapon -Kel Dayheart
Staged
With the grace of a swan A spine of steel And beaten feet She danced her heart out In the end Out of breath With an ache soul deep Applause only soothed The surface pain -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #20
"She burned too bright for this world." -Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights A bit of a simple quote this week. It's a concept that interests me, that some people feel or are too much for this world. Don't let anyone tell you, you are too much like it's an insult. -Kel Dayheart
Crash
Caffeine rushes through my blood In an empty rush That slowly crashes Like the driver Who thought he could make it Those last few miles Before sleep -Kel Dayheart
Another Too Long Day
My back feels like it's breaking Into a thousand pieces That I am at the end I don't think I can even hope To glue the pieces back together -Kel Dayheart
Impatient Anticipation
I can feel my heartbeat Throughout my whole being Ears turning an eye-catching pink As I try to breathe But I can't calm down Not with what is about to happen -Kel Dayheart
Only a Few Seconds
Maybe in life We are only granted These small moments Of perfection -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #19
"How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?" -Sir Arthur Conan Doyle So my friend, you know who you are, suggested I put the quote first and then put whatever else I'm writing after. I thought I'd give it a... Continue Reading →
Progress Unseen
The spiral stairs Seem to go forever As I huff and puff My way up It seems I'll never Reach my destination -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 