Scribbles in a coffee shop Do not make them Any better, any worse Than those scribbled in my room -Kel Dayheart
Simpler Times
Whatever happened to simple joys Those things of wonder That we enjoyed so much in childhood Like the art of making paper airplanes Or just digging in the dirt -Kel Dayheart
Drunk Dial
My wine-soaked thoughts Believe that we Are a wonderful idea My sober thoughts Know so much better But it doesn't erase the mistake -Kel Dayheart
Actor’s Deceit
I'll act the part And get a full review For being a lying cheat But no one will see 'cause no one really looks When soft deceit is easier to take -Kel Dayheart
Dry Desert
My throat is dry Trying to get the words Out But they die In the desert Of my throat -Kel Dayheart
On the Tip of my Tongue
When you only have The vaguest notion Of an idea With nothing concrete It's hard to write Similar to trying To capture smoke With your bare hands -Kel Dayheart
Old Eyes
The view grows dim As she ages What was once A beautiful, color-filled sight Is warped to a Gray fuzzy mess -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #144
Damn it all, her son was dead
Haiku #133
Evacuation Has been announced please leave me Here to die alone
Crash
They crashed through life Not seeing nor caring About the destruction left In their wake -Kel Dayheart
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