By Kel Dayheart
Striving I strive to be a good person A good person How utterly boring I don't strive to change the world The world is always changing And it'll do it in its own time Not on anyone else's dime Someone once said "obedient women are never remembered" I guess I'll be forgotten But what that... Continue Reading →
I have built my house of cards Slowly, but surely it stands Many will call it flimsy Many will say it will fall However, I built it with these two hands I made it mine I made it beautiful And if it shall fall I will dance among the falling cards. -Kel Dayheart
Always yours I'm trying to be sincere But my dear It's time to say goodbye. The end Is just the last word On this page But not for all time. Another letter In the making I've got so much to tell you I wish you were here. -Kel Dayheart
Full moon gleams And twinkles in the distance Illuminates the land although it's far past midnight All should be in bed However, I can't help but stare Out my open window To breathe in the night scene. -Kel Dayheart
Over the rim of my coffee cup The world moves by Mobs of nameless people Walk on set paths Each with their own story With their own way Viewing the world differently Than I Coffee turns bitter As I wait for the train That will never come Just waiting on my path -Kel... Continue Reading →
Blissful sigh Warm breathe breezes across my face Her hand rests upon my chest And I feel that all is right. Warmth cocoons As she nestles closer Securely relaxing within my arms And nothing can be wrong. As long as We are together The world can be at peace For love reigns supreme.... Continue Reading →
Unapologetic in the way you act Independent and unafraid To take what you want To say what you mean To be who you want to be To be who you are -Kel Dayheart
Roll with the punches Smile Even if you feel alone Stand tall And show the world You will make it through Roll with the punches That's all we can do Smile that won't reach my eye Standing tall when all you do is fall Show the world You are strong enough to make it... Continue Reading →
No parent encourages a poet's dream For how can you make a living When no one is listening? Writer by trade Starving by day A sad little grin stares at the page- Page filled with a lovely dream That shall never be reached. -Kel Dayheart
Busy life Buzz, buzz along To make the quota Keep going, going Do not stop Will not stop Cannot stop Busy life Buzz, buzz along To make the quota Keep going, going No rest No break No time Busy life Buzz, buzz along To make the quota Keep going, going ... Continue Reading →
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