I forgot how it felt To feel confident to write Straight into a journal Without feeling the need To constantly edit myself Before all the words stream -Kel Dayheart
Nothing to do
This rain is depressing But at least it's stopping me From doing anything But write -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #91
Everything that I have crafted since I began Sounds like the same poem
Blackout #101
It was like small, glittering cities she'd designed and it didn't really come out right.
Blackout #100
She was vaguely aware. The images floating above the blank spaces.
Haiku #88
I search for fragments To try to piece together Some kind of meaning
Priceless
If a picture Is worth A thousand words How much Is a poem Worth? A poem When written Just right Can evoke Such beautiful images That only the mind can see So what is it Worth? -Kel Dayheart
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Blank. My page My mind Blank. -Kel Dayheart
Pragmatic
Realistic in your approach You always seem so practical When faced with any issue Never putting up with nonsense Down- to- earth Feet planted firm No time for your head To be in the clouds Matter- of- fact down to the bone -Kel Dayheart
Imagination
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Fragment of a Figment 