A dancer's lithe graced her form But the second she stepped Upon a dance floor She was more Of a baby gazelle Than that of a dancer -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #52
"So many books, so little time." -Frank Zappa
Blackout #111
Don't oversell a broken heart like an English rocker.
Flittering Feeling
Dance floor love Only last as long As the music -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #105
She was dancing, swaying to the beat eyes shut tight.
Earworm
The guitar fades Into the background But the rhythm Stays Repeating in my mind Repeating in my mind Repeating until it's stuck -Kel Dayheart
Staged
With the grace of a swan A spine of steel And beaten feet She danced her heart out In the end Out of breath With an ache soul deep Applause only soothed The surface pain -Kel Dayheart
Forgotten Song
Let the caged bird go She's not needed any more She can no longer Remember the melody Or carry a tune She is done Too tired to be Who she used to be Her spirit has been broken -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #74
It was a Tuesday night by the side of the stage. What was he thinking? They would eat the band alive.
Can You Hear Me?
Little blue bird Chirps its song To all that will Listen for a moment -Kel Dayheart
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