Out beyond any world we could conceive,
There is a being, Omnireal, Superimposed,
Stands twenty feet tall, more or less,
Decreasing and increasing at will,
To suit the needs it possesses,
The being would be incredulous to us,
The existence of this being,
Is only existent because of omnirealism,
That is,The reality is given because of,
its own discretion, under emphatic atrophy,
an ouroboros, a colloquial spiral,
Reaching into the expansiveness to the
Entire Realm,
Existence Existing,
Existing on Existence,
Setting into a dreamtown land,
Now this being,
Since reality has befallen it,
How would the midset be,
Contained,
Realized,
Conceived,
Forthwith, the makings of its identity,
Intelligence, Conciousness, Mentality, Entirety,
Assembled in an enviornment,
of its own Omniworldlyness, otherworldly,
Yet still, concrete, immalleable, seething, breathing
Unable to make dramatic change,
Until the final moment,
Where in the end, reality caves in on itself,
Becoming reborn, reincarnate, Big Bang,
Into the same rhythm, echoing,
Reverberating into negating ripples.

Poetry isn't the same anymore, something is missing or doesn't feel right.
I used to write to get through my trials and tribulations so I could keep learning from my mistakes
I used to write to express myself to others that didn't understand me completely
I used to write for allot of reasons but why keep writing if that isn't the same.
There are allot of reasons of why I should keep writing but not one good logicial reason of why I should keep writing
Nobody reads it anymore and that makes it clear to me that don't nobody give a * about what I got to say through my words
of my trials and triublations
Family was the main reason of why I started writing, being isolated into a dark place at a young age
What the * is family now, my family will always treat me like I'm nothing but an Otto
The people who I surround mysaelf by look at me and see someone I am nt due to my decisions and mindset
Poetry was more than just words on paper for me, it was my way to face reality.
Poetry was always there for me when I had nothing and nobody, it never deny me anything and always made my life allot easier.
Writing from a place where I wrote from isn't something easy to do, it took allot out of me to write so deep and dark,
from the palce where my midset was for so long, no longer will I write from that dark place.
Poetry is in my past and it will forever remain in my past, no matter wht the case is I'm through writing.
Goodbye Poetry!!!