I am wine soaked Marinated To the point Of no rational thoughts -Kel Dayheart
A Drop in the Barrel
I waste my life At the bottom Of coffee cups Of beer bottles Of wine glasses I waste my life But not a drop -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #80
A choreography In motion for a moment An intricate waltz
Blackout #91
You know it's disloyal but you hold nothing back.
Wanting Completion
There is still glory In this brokenness We can find it In the hope That we may be Fixed -Kel Dayheart
Gray Around the Edges
Tinged with gray From every passing year Wiser now Even more so When compared to that So called youthful ignorance -Kel Dayheart
In the Middle
She stops Mid- sentence Mid- word Snaps her jaw shut With a grimace And looks apologetic A great contrast To how enthused she was Just moments ago And I just know That someone, somewhere Told her, her opinion Doesn't matter That she should Shut up That she Doesn't matter -Kel Dayheart
In this Moment
Glinting, glittering Shining in wonder Delighting in the childish glee Bursting to bring A moments joy -Kel Dayheart
Coal
I was blackened coal You thought with enough p r e s s u r e I would become something better Like a diamond in the rough So you pushed and pressured More and more But over time It didn't make me any better It b r o k e me Until all that was... Continue Reading →
Less Than Powerful
To make a god bleed You take away the pedestal Bring, drag them down amongst the people Then and only then Are they powerless -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 