Poetry is a galaxy that ultimately wound up exploding.
Haiku #67
I hear you mocking Tone from across the loud room Found a new victim
Drunk on L____
Rich, fine whiskey I get drunk Off your lovely eyes -Kel Dayheart
Clean Up
She sat on the kitchen floor Covered in cuts and bruises She stayed There until she was Willing to pick up The pieces and Clean up the misery- The shame She felt Before she rose Once more -Kel Dayheart
Unforgivable
Never quite forgive This feeling you inspired The hatred you instilled In my very heart For people I had never met And judged them For faults you perceived Never allowing me to Develop my own ideas So I can never Quite forgive you For this hatred you planted In my childhood -Kel Dayheart
Artistic License
There is no wrong way To create poetry You don't need To fit a mold Or fit into a preconceived format Poetry is art And art has always been free So please darling Set your poetry free -Kel Dayheart *So I was really excited (and somewhat shocked) to see that I had reached 300... Continue Reading →
Hot Mess
You are a nuisance A distraction I do not Have the time nor will To deal with once more, so please Mess up someone else's day -Kel Dayheart
Monday
Weighed down It's hard to wake I hear the alarm Through an ocean -Kel Dayheart
Finite
Everything is relative In comparison To something else Nothing is definite Nothing is infinite Not even these words -Kel Dayheart
Toxic Air
It is a forest fire Of plastic trees The air is choking With toxic chemicals We will not survive This man-made disaster For we made our bed Now we will lie In our grave -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 