I'm sorry. Can you believe it? But you have to, have to. Please.
Nonsense
A slow day But feeling agitated Wanting more But less also Does that Make any Sort of Sense? -Kel Dayheart
Past Life
I was a magpie In my past life Flitting through fickle From one shine to another -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
Edge of Something Bigger
Sea foam kisses My naked toes As I stand At the edge Wanting to belong To something Bigger than myself -Kel Dayheart
Dog Days
A heavy heat Hangs in the air It consumes Everything in its path As easily as A roaring fire -Kel Dayheart
Finding Home
It hasn't been Very long since I arrived But I can tell That this place Might be it The place I have been Looking for For all my life -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #61
She whispered in the silence "It's okay to cry, I fell sad sometimes too."
Predictable
You are like A paint- by- number Already laid out Already planned No creativity No coloring outside The lines You are Predictable Without depth You come off Flat In this world of Fine arts -Kel Dayheart
Topsy-Turvy
Wonderland has lost Its wonder Now it's lackluster Dinged, tarnished Without the laughter That made it The way it was -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 