One of my personal favorites. Ms. Dickinson was an american poet in the late 1800's. She lived her life mostly as recluse, and never married. She rarely even traveled except for a short period in her twenties. Most of her poems were not published until four years after her death. As I love many of... Continue Reading →
Demons of Insanity
Writers often describe their demons I guess that's as good a metaphor as any To depict the insanity that is the words bouncing in their heads Sometimes it's just like holding conversations with yourself -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #16
I see galaxies In your gorgeous eyes What is this feeling?
Flying
I over look the edge With wind whipping around Dizzy from a falling sensation No more steps left Unless I want to fly -Kel Dayheart
A Day’s Fall
Snow banks rise steeply As white fluff falls Steadily as the day goes on -Kel Dayheart
Power of the Mind
Power births corruption And shapes a state of mind That is a cruel form of perfection Evils lurk in Man's imagination For it searches to find Something that isn't a work of fiction -Kel Dayheart
Lies
Hasty words said in a whisper Exchanged in a moment Neglected in the next Denial but longing Lie in the passion of emotion Then lie about the feeling Lie about lying Until not even you understand it Short romance muttered softly In the morning light untrue Thriving with night life With lover's looks... Continue Reading →
Looking for Meaning
The sad moment When all meaning is lost My eyelids droop As a heaviness settles upon me My knees ache From being curled into myself As I search for something In this sad moment -Kel Dayheart
Charmer
Bitter richness Smooth talker Haven't learned That I don't need you Sweetest love Harshest burn Haven't learned That you're just burnt sugar Fiery love Now coldest ice Haven't learned But I'm learning now -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #15
Chivalry is dead It died a gruesome death for No Recognition
Fragment of a Figment 