By Kel Dayheart
Weather- worn tatters Loved for its memories Though it isn't written there I still remember The first page Used to stand bare Scared to write on But oh so tempting Nicks and bangs Showing the places It has lived Though you won't understand New isn't always better Familiar, old friend Sitting on... Continue Reading →
Chocolate-eyed boy With windswept hair and sweet grin A heart of pure gold
pouring emotion out as the fountain swells drowning everything and everyone life stills, becoming worthless the world alters for one second but is forgotten in the next changing nothing but myself -Kel Dayheart
As the creature prowls It hears a great howl That makes its great jowl Open to form fierce-some growls It could almost be called a scowl Upon its face. The peace is now a foul Heard in the distance hoots of owls -Kel Dayheart
Mystery and myth Traveling from land to land Same tales are heard
Gold honey eyes That melts my little old heart Like busy bees' work
Demons creep around Twisting shadows with my fears Until fears consume
Move on a notion Based on a lie
A dark stormy night An accusing shade of red Stains his shaking hands
The lights are all off Honey, haven't you heard? He left town hours ago
Fragment of a Figment 