A man of many trades Is hard to find Nowadays people have no trades Or quantifiable skills Unless one counts The art of bullshit a skill? -Kel Dayheart
Smoldering
She was fire Burning bright Bold unrepentant But like fire She could be Smothered Snuffed Until she lost Her flame -Kel Dayheart
Icy
I am more cold bloodied Than even I believed As I sit soaking up the sun I am still so chilled -Kel Dayheart
An Ode to Green
It is in a single blade Of freshly mowed grass It is in the vibrancy Of healthy plants It is in the luck Of a festive St. Patty's day It is in the cool surface Of a may's stone But it also finds its home Within the gleaming eyes of envy -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #119
So how's life in the south? Everything's hunky-dory.
Haiku #108
His smile is dark And full of secret promises Done up in sharp edges
Greedy Hearts
Less is more But we always want More than we have -Kel Dayheart
(Nico)tine
Darling, you are The worst habit That I ever picked up Similar to that first Cigarette Choking me in the first breath But oh so addictive -Kel Dayheart
Last Place
It's hard to be The nice guy In this world Where the nice guy Finishes last Don't get discouraged You'll get your due -Kel Dayheart
Apple Pie Life
You are an american sweetheart Sweet and tart All around, well rounded -Kel Dayheart
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