Dull people dislike imagination.
Conceal
I wear a different face For every occasion I shed masks like a snake -Kel Dayheart
Small but Mighty
My bones rattle with the hit I taste blood where my teeth Have bitten my tongue Everything hurts at all points That have hit the unforgiving ground Regardless I rise again And give a bloody grin He can beat me physically But he won't break my spirit -Kel Dayheart
Squall
A storm brews on the horizon It comes with barely a warning Before its upon us Beating down until we break -Kel Dayheart
Flights of Fancy
Blessing and a curse When the gods smile down upon us For their whims of fancy Do not always go in our favor -Kel Dayheart
Cravings
I devour poems like a low cal breakfast Quickly and still hungering for more -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #203
City poet isolated.
Haiku #190
You do not lack will You lack imagination So you have nothing
Remake
Trying to find the common thread So I can pull it until it unravels And we can take the thread To create something new -Kel Dayheart
Let’s Play
Let's go play in the snow Like we used to Don't worry about the shoveling Just come pack the snow Until we have some snowy creature -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 