My dearest of loves Your looks are like the heavens Above, pure as snow
Never- ceasing
Dragged through the mud Tarnished and dinged up Chipped in places Cracked in others Still I raise up again And stand on my own two feet -Kel Dayheart
Inkling
You would think That all I need would be ink Not everything and the kitchen sink But there is a kink In this plan and all I can do is drink As I wait for a missing link That may walk by with a wink -Kel Dayheart
Cadence
Irresistible sound Hums along With perfect pitch The tone consumes And I feel it All the way to my heart -Kel Dayheart
Humiliation
That awful sickening feeling It starts in the pit of your stomach And heat crawls across the skin Creating beacons of red In various, numerous places Your mouth becomes dry While your hands shake minutely Eyes start to build pressure You wish you were anywhere But here -Kel Dayheart
Stagnant
Desperate for change But shame Keeps me steady Keeps me quiet And there is no Change -Kel Dayheart
Innocence
A wish Upon a star Is the same As a wish On a dandelion A child's hope -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #53
Reflection in the window, couldn't help thinking she looked like a painted china plate glued together after dropping it.
Haiku #42
Knowledge and sharp wit With a silver coated tongue He sounds of honey
Merry Chase
Honestly, my dear Cut to the chase This merry- go- round Is making me dizzy And I am tired My dear, of your lies -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 