Gold fever Is a disease That never ended In those mines -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
Tissue Paper
Everyone's heart Is made of Flimsy tissue Some are just better At protecting it -Kel Dayheart
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
Father Time
Father time's face Is rather stern But with a constant tick He looks out at all But does not see He screeches in the morning But has no voice Father time Tells a lot But no one listens -Kel Dayheart
Photosynthesis
There are days when you should stop And soak in the sun Especially when the air is still chilled That is when we need its warmth the most -Kel Dayheart
Something New
Looking towards the old masters For a spark of inspiration Can be as motivating As it can be Disheartening So many wonderful things Already made What is left For me to create -Kel Dayheart
Party of One
About to ring in The new year And I just Don't feel it At all -Kel Dayheart
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