I am made Of fragmented words Waiting to be written -Kel Dayheart
Paperthin Voice
I am voiceless So I will take Pen and paper in hand And shout it out there -Kel Dayheart
Less Rest
Duress is only A few letters Away from Stress -Kel Dayheart
Forgotten Straggler
It's on the tip of my tongue But it clings to the end Like sticky honey And in a flash It's gone with barely a remembrance Vibrating in my head -Kel Dayheart
No Take Backs
A prod in the ribs Is not enough For him to take back the words -Kel Dayheart
Dry Desert
My throat is dry Trying to get the words Out But they die In the desert Of my throat -Kel Dayheart
Designate
Some of the definitions I have for words Are a fantasy More than they are Based in fact -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #74
"I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee." -Carly Simon
Quote of the Week #62
"If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking." -Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Ink Splatter
I have gotten so used To pencil smudged hands That I had forgotten How satisfying the scent Of ink on page is -Kel Dayheart
