Oh how I wish for my poems to be read
How I wish for them to be adored
"Just be patient", they said.
I don't want to be ignored

It's getting out of line
Inexperienced and no worth
Help wanted said the sign
Wanting this depth be unearthed

I'm done with writing ****

High                
      how ar              
                   e  yo              
                           u?              
I'm fine
  
How
          high
                  ar
                      e you?

hello there
empty darkness
pale yellow peaks
soft fabric slightly torn
edges moving in the wind

little boy enters scene
runs outside and pets his dog
sunshine brightly glowing
smile upon my face
oh what a lovely dream

fingers hesitating on keys
music begging to be heard
notes jumping upon bars
pretty digits blur
scheduled noise plays

slight hum in my head
lonely dog barks into sky
insects mumbling to each other
a whoosh from cars fly
dark concrete road

I don't want to live anymore.
Everyone is going through the motions
Worrying about their future.
Their thoughts all the same
Must get money, must get love.
Then you die.
Why not skip all the *******
Get to death sooner.
Why eat healthy to suffer longer.
Everyone wants to live
When death is everyones result.
Why not focus on how you'll die
instead how you want to live.
Car accident? Drugs?
Society has all these standards
Constricting each of us.
There's a lot more in this universe
Than all the nonsense people fight about.
Looking younger doesn't stop you from dying.
Amount of happiness doesn't either.
Fake bodies, fake truths
Death is inevitable and the true real.

A nice curve upon these lips
upside down then often flips

sinking deep with no one near
words buzz my head about fear

cryptic thoughts with simple minds
describes humans of three kinds

hum of nature's life outside
pink mush in my skull, just dyed

no pain skating though my form
feeling wooden, where's the swarm

thinking found answers, I'm lost
rare's high-priced but at what cost