The witch gave a twitch Of her fingers
October Again!
You know what that means? Halloween! And like usually we'll be celebrating with double the poems. Poems will range from spooky, angry, or autumn themed. Excluding haikus and blackouts, they will run on their normal schedule. Happy Reading! -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #178
She found entire pages strewn across a field, lost.
Blackout #177
Poetry is dead.
Sleepless
Can't sleep until All the words Pour out And empty out my mind So I may sleep -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #169
We're always happy. No, you're not. No we are not.
Undertow has caught Me in its embrace I doubt I will resurface
Blackout #168
With a half smile he looked dismissive
How to say, convey Somehow the way that you Take my breath away
Empty
My stomach turns and twists Until bile foams up From the hollowness That is inside me -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 