Blank. My page My mind Blank. -Kel Dayheart
Shadow Self
There is one escape That you cannot accomplish To leave yourself behind In the dust of your running feet Just like a shadow It is firmly attached To you even if Sometimes you do not Recognize yourself -Kel Dayheart
Shallow
I am a shallow reflection of deeper conviction -Kel Dayheart
What is Meaning
The faces blur together Until they are meaningless Maybe they never meant Anything to me -Kel Dayheart
Epiphany
It starts small In the moment between breaths When you're lacking oxygen The epiphany hits you Like a drop kick to the stomach Or slap to the head It ignites something Bigger than a fire cracker But more contained than a forest fire -Kel Dayheart
Pragmatic
Realistic in your approach You always seem so practical When faced with any issue Never putting up with nonsense Down- to- earth Feet planted firm No time for your head To be in the clouds Matter- of- fact down to the bone -Kel Dayheart
Dusty Days
In dusty old boxes That make me sneeze And my eyes to water I find remembrance In times past In times lost I sit and linger In those memories Before I put them back With care For another dusty afternoon -Kel Dayheart
Forgotten Thoughts
Memories fade In and out Of clarity Some linger In the peripheral Clinging forever But mostly Everything is forgotten Into nothing -Kel Dayheart
Lost Epiphany
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Half a Thought
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Fragment of a Figment 