My spine is made of steel And can endure The weight laid upon my shoulders My skin, on the other hand, Is paper thin Ripping with each harsh word I can endure Most things but Words from love ones can destroy -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #94
He was too close so you ran away.
Haiku #83
Don't you dare take Your eyes off of me. You Can't look away
Worn Out
I'm tired Of this Thing we do Where all I do Is apologize And all you do I keep holding it Over my head Year after year -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #93
They're contented, somehow. She felt very sorry for them.
Not Man Made
She was made of grime and dirt rose from ash crying tears of soot She was born to the poorest life with every inch paid for in blood She was more than she appeared and less of what they made her -Kel Dayheart
In the Middle
She stops Mid- sentence Mid- word Snaps her jaw shut With a grimace And looks apologetic A great contrast To how enthused she was Just moments ago And I just know That someone, somewhere Told her, her opinion Doesn't matter That she should Shut up That she Doesn't matter -Kel Dayheart
Construct or Destruct?
I told you to build a bridge When all I wanted Was to burn it down And laugh in the ashes -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #78
Counting stars at night Never seemed pointless with you Laying beside me
Fake Grace
She was graceful But it was artificial She was like a wind-up ballerina Placed in antique jewelry boxes Wind her up And she'll dance the same tune Forever trapped on her stage -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 