No sense of adventure Or too much fear To leave my comfort zone -Kel Dayheart
Breathe In
One more chapter has come to completion A fresh page has opened with nary a thing marking it Take a deep breath and hold it for a moment Breathe. It's a start, a moment that does not need to be forced But will not go on without prompting Do not feel faint of heart, you... Continue Reading →
Correcting Me
The world corrects me As though I am born immoral Corrupted by the first gasping breath Of Earth’s polluted air The world corrects my looks Like how I am born is not right That I cannot be Unless I conform to the world’s view The world corrects my speech So the words I... Continue Reading →
Flying Freedom
Never cage a willful bird Instead, learn to fly along Or else be gone To cage is to clip- Clip the wings of freedom Hindering the soulful flight I will not be content To sit all-day And sing your heinous tune -Kel Dayheart
Contrary
I am suppressed. Not by some outside force, but by myself. I keep everything under lock and key. Secure. I know this girl. She… well, she isn’t like that. She’s a free spirit, steps to her own music. Compulsive. We’re not so different inside though. We laugh, we cry, we hope. And my... Continue Reading →
My Favorite Strangers
My favorite people in this world I do not know For they are just kind strangers Who ask for nothing and will receive nothing Kind strangers With gentle eyes With genuine smiles Speak no words Strange strangers With blurred half-forgotten faces They brighten the day, without a thought bringing hope to the downtrodden... Continue Reading →
Glimpse
I only catch a glimpse Once in a while I see the world-weary face within This youthful countenance And I wonder how anyone believes that I am younger than I am -Kel Dayheart
Falling in Love
He's a fast- time talker He's a smooth talker He's a charming charmer Starry-eyed and feeling flush Half convinced I'm in love Half convinced I'm going crazy It's a whirlwind It's a dreamscape It's a hope in us all I guess that's why it's called Falling in love -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #153
He scribbled on her poems, wrong
Take a Leap
His cool cadence washes over me It lullabies me until I no longer hear his words And I sink into his voice To daydream and lose my inhibitions Viewing myself as someone else Making the choices that I fear to choose I am startled by a hand And I come back to see him... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 