By Kel Dayheart
Striving I strive to be a good person A good person How utterly boring I don't strive to change the world The world is always changing And it'll do it in its own time Not on anyone else's dime Someone once said "obedient women are never remembered" I guess I'll be forgotten But what that... Continue Reading →
Over the rim of my coffee cup The world moves by Mobs of nameless people Walk on set paths Each with their own story With their own way Viewing the world differently Than I Coffee turns bitter As I wait for the train That will never come Just waiting on my path -Kel... Continue Reading →
Unapologetic in the way you act Independent and unafraid To take what you want To say what you mean To be who you want to be To be who you are -Kel Dayheart
No parent encourages a poet's dream For how can you make a living When no one is listening? Writer by trade Starving by day A sad little grin stares at the page- Page filled with a lovely dream That shall never be reached. -Kel Dayheart
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
It catches at the edge The very corner of my eye, before
In attendance. Though no role is called
The air chills upon entering As hollow air follows behind
Wishing for a better life Means nothing If you are not willing To reach out And get it -Kel Dayheart
Wheels in motion Gears turning Ticking time away -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 