Scared Stiff

It catches at the edge

The very corner of my eye, before

Turning now in fright

Suddenly, as quick as quick can be

Shadows cast an eerie desire

-Kel Dayheart


Trapped Freedom

Trapped in a room with no windows

The sunlight is too bright

Stuck without a door

The breeze is too cold

Trapped in a room with no one

The people talk too loud

Stuck without hope

The feeling hurts too much

-Kel Dayheart

Healing Tears

Itching eyes

Burn as I blink

A feeling of grief

That shouldn’t be there


Unexpected wound of sorrow

Tears stay at bay

By sheer force of will

Throbbing ache


Longing to cry

To mourn

But I strive not to

It’s been too long


Time heals everything

But nothing

As well as tears

A soothing habit

-Kel Dayheart

Happy Birthday Sylvia Plath!

Originally, I knew Ms. Plath as an author reading “Bell Jar”, which I definitely recommend, but also she has a lovely collection of poems. As some of you may have notice I liked to use famous characters to inspire poems. Ms. Plath had a few similar inspired poems, my favorite is called “Cinderella”

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,

Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan

Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels

Begin on tilted violins to span


The whole revolving tall glass palace hall

Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;

Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall

Reflecting in a million flagons’ shine,


And glided couples all in whirling trance

Follow holiday revel begun long since,

Until near twelve the strange girl all at once

Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince


As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk

She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

The Prideful Sin

Mocking, insulting

Pride is tattered

Once came, has gone again

Hopelessness, Helplessness

Causes reckless abandonment


Pride the deadliest of our sins

Better than someone, always

But are you really?

Or do you just want to be?

Green was never a good color…


Hate what you can’t be

Jealous, but oh so proud–

Proud of what though

We will never know

As you change from your sins

-Kel Dayheart


Hidden Desire

Illusion of disarray

Distorts the quality

Haunting whispers sound

Reflecting the inner being

That lurks beneath the surface

With few restraints


Gleaming desires barely hidden within

Extreme after extreme does nothing

As nature does not change

Caged, leashed holds not upon the animal

Greedy, conniving, wicked passion

Tearing the heart out

-Kel Dayheart

Poison Pen

Poison pen, biting tongue

Caged in rage

Flutters inside myself

And also yourself


Don’t lie

It’s not becoming

And it hurts the soul,

Changes the heart


The pen,

Mightier than the sword

Hurts deeper than any

On the emotion


The tongue,

Strikes fast and hard

Just the same as the pen

Tears run fast


Biting poison

Boils inside

Roaring to break free

In any form


My anger dissipates

Only to come again

Once more

In the form of words

-Kel Dayheart