The coffee's gone cold again After sitting for so long neglected I got lost in my head Looking for words But everything is starting to sound the same My fingers are stained with ink And my pages are smudged At least it isn't coffee stained Just stained with strained words -Kel Dayheart
Rambling
A rush of words fill my head And they stumble, tripping their way out Competing to be the first, the last, any where I overflow, spilling upon the page Soaking it with thoughts of beauty Life Love Loss And then, as sudden as it started it Stops. I struggle for one word, let alone a... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 