Blanket me with love So I'm not afraid to let Myself fall for you
6:00 P.M.
The steady clacking on the rails Are not a soothing white noise It's loud It's harsh It's grating my last nerve -Kel Dayheart
5:00 A.M.
Resting commuter face With dead eyes that stare blankly off Into the distance not seeing Anyone in this mass of strangers Which is better than Making awkward eye contact -Kel Dayheart
Imprint
All she left in her wake Were lipstick stained coffee cups -Kel Dayheart
A Mother’s Tears
To be completely honest Without the pretty lines and rhymes I might not be The daughter my mother wanted And she might not be The mother I needed We may not Get along or communicate well But one of the worst things I have ever experience Is my mother's tears -Kel Dayheart
Going with the Flow Drowns me
You can't control everything And to even try Is so anxiety enducing That I have gone In the exact opposite direction -Kel Dayheart
Wonderful You
Don't fall into conformity You are more than One of the masses You are wonderfully you And don't let anyone Say differently -Kel Dayheart
Unwilling to Break
We cannot have happiness If we are unwilling To take the pain with it How can we truly be happy Without having something to compare it to -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #186
I will burn for you Until I am nothing but The ash on the wind
Blackout #199
All night pounding, coupling, the hollow sound shake walls.
Fragment of a Figment 