Creativity is a faucet Sometimes it's turned On for so long the sink Fills and overflows And other times There isn't a single drop For days -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #150
Waiting for a release.
Haiku #139
Old school gentleman Suit and tie with pocket watch Dozen roses in hand
His Perfection
Sleek lines Tailored to perfection Not a hair out-of-place T's are crossed I's are dotted My god, my hands itch To reach out And blur those lines Pull of the suit Drag my hands through his hair To leave my mark On his perfection -Kel Dayheart
Faded Stains
I leave a trail Of lipstick-stained loves In my wake
Hey Doc
Doctor, dear Please prescribe
Prune Away the Deadweight
Occasionally, you'll meet People who only bring decay Rotting, hollowing you out Do not be afraid To prune and weed them away -Kel Dayheart
Sparkless
I could tell you Every word for love
Lost Love
There was a ghost of a ring Upon her hand
Prickly
To love you Was to love a cactus Painful only to me
Fragment of a Figment 