Get lost in a crowd Be just another number With the public masse
Blackout #88
I speak the language of flowers to blot out the living one.
A Reminder
It's hard to hear Something continuously Without starting to believe That it's true You are not The labels That they call you So please, don't believe -Kel Dayheart
Worthless Wishes
Wishes are A dime a dozen It's actions that are Worth more than Money can manage -Kel Dayheart
Seeking Knowledge
It doesn't matter How much you know There will always be Something that you Don't -Kel Dayheart
Unedited
Polaroid pictures Just like Old typewriters Relics but Oh so good Mistakes are made And kept Can't edit the photo Can't backspace Just there to stay -Kel Dayheart
Loneliness Creeps In
Disorientated and left confused Lingering in the dust Forgotten, used up There is no clarity Only solitary confinement -Kel Dayheart
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Blank. My page My mind Blank. -Kel Dayheart
Distasteful Hobbies
Shooting birds from the window Watch as they scatter And dance their way To some far off distance There is something satisfying in it Even when it's distasteful -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #76
You are, my dear, a Safe haven in this stormy Night that is my life
Fragment of a Figment 