I've got an ax to grind It's made not of steel Or only man-made metal It is crafted from all the words You have spoken to me in anger That you have oh so conveniently forgot -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #115
She and he and they Are not defined by pretty Physical trappings
Hoping for Purpose
We are Lost In this world From the moment We are Born To the moment Of death We are Not Going to stop Without a fight -Kel Dayheart
Weighed Down
Wings of grim Can carry no one As depression is A heavy weight -Kel Dayheart
Drained
People want more Of me Than I am Willing to give -Kel Dayheart
Poison Kiss
Her ruby red lips Concealed her repulsive tongue That was coated with poison- A poison she couldn't wait To unleash on the world -Kel Dayheart
Limits
I believe you are More than the limits You set for yourself -Kel Dayheart
No Missed Calls
I murdered my phone It didn't even scream It went quietly And no one noticed For weeks on end -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #114
If you do not fit Leave. Find your place elsewhere You cannot be forced
Unremarkable
She felt invisible Even in a crowd There was no one Who would look Right at her Without their eyes Glazing over -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 