He is a walking contradiction That walks with sure feet No matter the amounts of stumbles With steady hands to hold Even when they tremble He is an old soul Who still has his youthful grace That continues on Despite his aching feet Despite his tremble -Kel Dayheart
Last Nerve
You are overprotective To the point, I feel held captive It's getting on my last nerve That you won't even curve Your insistent need to protect It's no wonder that I reject This behavior that I cannot condone Your true colors have shown -Kel Dayheart
Through a Lens
Filtering light through A camera lens Seems to magnify Seems to diminish The focus Captured moments Making everything perfect Making everything fake -Kel Dayheart
Ignorance is Bliss
With rose- tinted glasses on Flouncing through life with blinders Blind to the true world Ignorance is bliss until It's forcibly taken -Kel Dayheart
Burning Oak
The deep timber of his voice Reminded her of old oak trees Standing tall for hundreds of years With a smokey quality That ignited a wild-fire Through her veins And ended up blooming on her cheeks -Kel Dayheart
Unfair
I find myself skeptical Of your narrow belief In how the world should work Whoever told you That the world would be fair? -Kel Dayheart
Mischief Wrought
Cheekily, he grins Unrepentant of his mischief Enjoying the chaos he has wrought Waiting eagerly to dance Among the ashes When all has burned -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #28
Baby, you and I Are a bad idea, toxic Radioactive
Day Light
The sun never sets here Day continues on Even as the hours pass Months go by And seasons change Still the sun continues to linger on -Kel Dayheart
Counting Sheep
I'm a white sheep In the wrong herd I'm a black sheep In a sea of white No matter where I go I will not follow blind Or let myself be forced To go in a direction That I did not choose -Kel Dayheart
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