She sat on the kitchen floor Covered in cuts and bruises She stayed There until she was Willing to pick up The pieces and Clean up the misery- The shame She felt Before she rose Once more -Kel Dayheart
Hot Mess
You are a nuisance A distraction I do not Have the time nor will To deal with once more, so please Mess up someone else's day -Kel Dayheart
Toxic Air
It is a forest fire Of plastic trees The air is choking With toxic chemicals We will not survive This man-made disaster For we made our bed Now we will lie In our grave -Kel Dayheart
Filtering Out the Good
The afternoon sunshine filters in Past the rickety blinds Casting odd shadows across the floor None of it is noticed though By the sole occupant As they drown in darkness Of their own creation Of their own mind -Kel Dayheart
Fragment
You are More Than The fragment You imagine Yourself -Kel Dayheart
Indecisive
I don't know What is right Any more So I will leave The decisions Up to you -Kel Dayheart
Shallow
I am a shallow reflection of deeper conviction -Kel Dayheart
Do You Feel the Pressure?
It's rather intriguing Wouldn't you say That the world put so much pressure on us- That we put so much pressure on ourselves But we still wonder Why we are never satisfied -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #64
The warmest blanket Covers me as I lay here Waiting for sunshine
On the Edge
I am wound so tight That I might break With one more Push -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 