Day 234 - Ellipsis... the feeling

No... I don't forget thanks for asking

Yes... that makes forgiveness more tasking

Who... is it that I should thank for this?

Them... Yes it's true them I miss

You... no you I let go of long before forever

We... no I don't wish we were together

Time... tells nothing about us at all

Phone... is the only way that you ever call

Anymore... or rather any less do I care

Here... it would probably be best if you stay there

Away... from the pieces of me you hurt

Cuts... in which you rub lemon juice and dirt

View... the screen that divides us more

Type... keys you have a thousand times before

Laugh... out loud, or maybe even lmao

State... across the country we never go

Judge... I never did, but you disagree

Fight... the things that you see

Hit... me hard and set me free

Come... back in the end but not for my plea

Day 217 - Weeping Disaster

The crisscrossing arches make a perfect scene

That curves viciously to trap one inside

Within such demonstrations even peace is mean

Each droplet representing thousands more cried

You see some warped beauty in this place

Or rather watery expression of endless time

But such is only comparable to death's embrace

And the path to it is a maliciously certain crime

You shall not ever spy the disaster's violence

Until ripples of blood interrupt the original liquid clarity

It spirals out and about in raging patterns of nonsense

Leaving what was once a solid base in the pottery of disparity

Solid messages no longer claim any single form or shape

Instead they mourn in drooping moments of lying

No super hero's long lost adventure wrapped in a cape

Just more evidence of infinitely desolate crying

You should have no experience weeping

Or not near enough to sculpt out a fountain

But the dread of man is somehow forever seeping

Like the ever growing satin layered red blush of sin

You need only a name, one as harsh as a brick

To carve out like icicles on trees in the winter

And finally a skin just as rough and tirelessly thick

That is so hardy it is never even challenged by a splinter