I am struggling to get the words out
They are starting to feel empty, and forced

Poetry shouldn’t be like that.

Poetry should be as natural as breathing
As flowing as air currents

It should pour out with power, with purpose
Unrefined, but beautiful
Not in spite of it, but because of it.

And that is getting difficult to do.

they say
"make the most of the life you're given"
which basically translates into
"you're on your own, hopefully you don't **** it up"
they don't tell you
that you can't
put your happiness in people
nor do they tell you
that you can feel so
******* low
you take it out on yourself.
so, instead of telling me
"make the most of the life you're given"
tell me
"you're no always going to be happy
people are going to let you down
but there's always going to be
concerts
and
weddings
and
chocolate chip pancakes
and
music
**make the most of that

We are all
born to die,
so why even try?

I wish I may
I wish I might
Have this wish
I wish tonight*

I wonder how
I wonder why
The birds are chained
To the pale blue sky

And fish are destined
To sail the seas
Till dawn, Till dusk
Till you believe

And why are we
Bound to walk this land
Sometimes alone
Sometimes hand in hand

With another being
As lovely as thou art
With demeanor so daring
And a caring heart

I wish this for you
Even though it is not you and I
Chained together soaring
Through a pale blue sky

I am kicked around
dragged on the ground
folded into a crinkly mound,
yet I have the warmest embrace
that's the most profound.