Everything is numbered Everyone is numbered Take the count It's easily done Kept track of And put neatly into boxes Marked, labeled All the same Limited creativity Boxed in our number We lose our power To be more than numbered c-Kel Dayheart
happiness
half the battle to being happy is to be happy but we look and look outside ourselves for a fix when there is no miracle cure just ourselves and what we believe -Kel Dayheart
Alters
pouring emotion out as the fountain swells drowning everything and everyone life stills, becoming worthless the world alters for one second but is forgotten in the next changing nothing but myself -Kel Dayheart
in silence
I sit in silence Words kept at bay My teeth set The headache seeping in Once again I do not say What I have been trying to Letting words trail by I sit in silence Within the loudest place And it is my fault For "forgiving" and "letting go" -Kel Dayheart
This isn’t a Game
Life isn't a game But we play it like it is If only it were like a work of fiction We would be guaranteed ever happiness And not the illusions we set Life gives no rules But we live like there are Nothing is given freely But so easily thrown away When no path is... Continue Reading →
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
Cold Coffee
The coffee's gone cold again After sitting for so long neglected I got lost in my head Looking for words But everything is starting to sound the same My fingers are stained with ink And my pages are smudged At least it isn't coffee stained Just stained with strained words -Kel Dayheart
Hello
Hello, hello, hello/ Can anyone hear me?
House Advantage
two of a kind three of a kind spades and hearts clubs and diamonds trade a few ace and jack game's won and starts again never-ending gamble cards are shuffled dealt once no idea what we get but we play through or else we fold. -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #11
Gold honey eyes That melts my little old heart Like busy bees' work
Fragment of a Figment 