"She burned too bright for this world." -Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights A bit of a simple quote this week. It's a concept that interests me, that some people feel or are too much for this world. Don't let anyone tell you, you are too much like it's an insult. -Kel Dayheart
Another Too Long Day
My back feels like it's breaking Into a thousand pieces That I am at the end I don't think I can even hope To glue the pieces back together -Kel Dayheart
Progress Unseen
The spiral stairs Seem to go forever As I huff and puff My way up It seems I'll never Reach my destination -Kel Dayheart
Dependent
When together, they were Like the sun and moon Reflecting back to one another But apart, he fell a part She could shine on her own But he felt the dark side Of himself consume his thoughts Until he could not remember What the light even felt like -Kel Dayheart
Shadow Self
There is one escape That you cannot accomplish To leave yourself behind In the dust of your running feet Just like a shadow It is firmly attached To you even if Sometimes you do not Recognize yourself -Kel Dayheart
No Remnants
It's blue skies again The storm that ravaged Has settled and disappeared Leaving the appearance That it never was To begin with -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #83
She loved to fill up space in her life.
Seething
A film covers my eyes As the anger runs
Any More
Break my bones Every single one
Mind F___
… contains cursing... if you didn't notice the title
Fragment of a Figment 