They're contented, somehow. She felt very sorry for them.
No Time For Brakes
You're a red convertible accident Waiting to happen You know the kind Slamming on the gas Grinding the clutch in third Going way too fast And way too erratic To brake when the time comes -Kel Dayheart
Wrong Wish
I wish I was Anywhere but here I wish I was Anyone but me I wish I was More like you -Kel Dayheart
A Matter of Duty
You can't just abandon Your responsibilities People rely on you So put on Your big- boy pants And deal -Kel Dayheart
Deciding on Deserving
I feel talentless Like every accomplishment Has been a fluke And I don't deserve Anything more -Kel Dayheart
Wanting Completion
There is still glory In this brokenness We can find it In the hope That we may be Fixed -Kel Dayheart
Gray Around the Edges
Tinged with gray From every passing year Wiser now Even more so When compared to that So called youthful ignorance -Kel Dayheart
In the Middle
She stops Mid- sentence Mid- word Snaps her jaw shut With a grimace And looks apologetic A great contrast To how enthused she was Just moments ago And I just know That someone, somewhere Told her, her opinion Doesn't matter That she should Shut up That she Doesn't matter -Kel Dayheart
Coal
I was blackened coal You thought with enough p r e s s u r e I would become something better Like a diamond in the rough So you pushed and pressured More and more But over time It didn't make me any better It b r o k e me Until all that was... Continue Reading →
Haiku #79
It's morning light Darkness lifts with the covers Coffee is brewing
Fragment of a Figment 