Sometimes I feel Like such a fake As I string together Words and create scenes That I, myself, Have never experienced -Kel Dayheart
Can’t Look Away
It was in the way He moved And it was In the way He talked That all you could do Was stop and stare -Kel Dayheart
Fair Maiden
She was the kind of girl People wrote about The kind that had songs Dedicated to them Immortalized for all To admire -Kel Dayheart
Inkling
You would think That all I need would be ink Not everything and the kitchen sink But there is a kink In this plan and all I can do is drink As I wait for a missing link That may walk by with a wink -Kel Dayheart
A Different Sort of Music
I'm no musician I have no rhythm But I know What I like And I like Your voice More than Any music -Kel Dayheart
Dead Muse
Creativity kills me As my muse expires
Fragment of a Figment 