"I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept, but through it all, I remain myself. When covered by the waters, I am; and the ebb but reveals me again."

"Even with the hole in the earth, calling her bones she still lives on."

The Show

Isolate yourself from technicalities 

Reverse the world, and defy gravity

Homeless from her heart, he suffers from depravity

Distance for a soul is seen but nothing as a travesty

Sweet tooth for love, better hope you don't have a cavity.

The rebound is made to blind thee

Mask the truth, but I guess it's best for closed eyes, than to see

A caged bird without wings, doesn't mean it isn't free

Karma is a bitch, but in the end he won't forget she, me, we.

Together, we are gone, call us the absentee.

If it's not a comedy, then it's a tragedy

Undone actions, no change in time, where is the return key?

The show has already started, there is no readmission fee.

I am the award, so I guess he was the nominee.

Today's Truth

Mellow her soul

Door locked

Lack of money for dream’s toll

Smothered screams, she is shocked

Illuminating tomorrow’s lies

With today’s truth

Kissed pursed lips upon disguise

Words forced out between yesterday’s youth

Mock the widow

Resistance, trapped in her web

No cries though

Churned in the tide’s ebb

Burned blood and healed scar

Standards failed in her pursuit

Argued her point, she has balanced the bar?

Lack of direction, there is no route

No roots to ground her tree

Understanding in arrangement

Calling out to lost rebels, hear their plea

Loss of humanity, our estrangement

Kill one bird with two stones

Call it immorally wrong

Mark the city limits with summoned bones

No categories, where does moral belong?

She accepts her repeated reflection

Death of old perceptions

A mirror can’t see its own faults, no rejection

Creations of the mind, illusionistic conceptions

Beneath the earth, her soul may lie

Knelt to the ground, she prays to God

Farewell to the present, waters run dry

Pious intentions, we shall applaud.

Paragraph

I laugh at the ellipsis

That draws a division between two

Once connected points

I read the same sentence

Over and over

Attempting to understand

A hopeless idea

The point keeps going

Back to what it once knew

Silly.

Worthless.

It should be deleted.

Erased.

The writer entices me

With provoked emotions

From a statement that

Seems to stab at my heart

I, the other point,

Strive to move forward down the page,

Progressing farther and farther away,

From the one point that seems to dwell

In past paragraphs, past pages, past ideas,

Making no changes.

I whirl away in my own thoughts

Arguing for what propels me forward

The writer stops his pen

And I am stagnant.

On the page, I linger.

A single point.

A single statement.

Questioning my existence.

The writer writes.

But I am still stopped.

While the other point,

Seems to fall through the pages

Falling out of his own existence

Falling into fears

Of not being understood

Of not making changes.

I glance.

I think.

But I let it all fall away with him.

Through the pages

Into empty space

I carry on.

Is this the end?

The end of the page that I am approaching?

I want so bad for it to be the end

To know that there is a definite decision

To know that the pages will be shaped by my very meaning

But the writer,

Puts three dots after my point has been made.

An ellipsis...

To show the continual progression of a point

The division has turned into a gap between

The two points,

But the writer makes me go on

For what I don’t know,

But I am bound by this ellipsis,

To go beyond what I used to know,

Into a place of temporary solitude...

Self

I have waved it behind my mask

Disguising my inhibitions

Prohibiting my past to prevail

I have called on His ease

To heal what could not be understood

Felt beneath the surface

Waves over my head

But I no longer drown

Detached, separated, divided

Better now than later

I have cradled that hope in my heart

For a time that has caused it to grow stale

I have not won tangible things

But I have won control over the emotions

The thoughts

The anger

That I once felt

Bridges used to separate me,

But now they connect me to

A self that is better than what I used to be