She is shelter In rainy days Waiting patiently To cover you in relief On gray glum days -Kel Dayheart
Timeless
She was made of graceful lines Soft and worn with age Her beauty shines timelessly Aging with integrity Although kingdoms come and go And territories change Her history will always be Meaningful -Kel Dayheart
Cloak
I'm not trying to hide But the introvert in me Wishes for invisibility -Kel Dayheart
Cycling on Through
We circle the issue In this cycle of chaos Like a runaway carousel Playing our parts in this inhuman circus -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #146
I have nothing to Say to the world but I still Try to write it all
Blackout #157
Catching love in his pockets
Worse Misery
If I ever become My worse nightmare Either slap me straight Or take me out back And shoot me Please put me out Of my misery -Kel Dayheart
Contrary
I am suppressed. Not by some outside force, but by myself. I keep everything under lock and key. Secure. I know this girl. She… well, she isn’t like that. She’s a free spirit, steps to her own music. Compulsive. We’re not so different inside though. We laugh, we cry, we hope. And my... Continue Reading →
Wicker
A basket woven with care With delicate pieces Art with function With purpose Not just to appear But to be used -Kel Dayheart
Charisma
Kinetic energy Reactive to his surroundings He seems to pull people in Just as easily as he pushed them away He was cold But he could be warmed With just the right touch He could do so much Be so much If he would only be Put in the right position -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 