In my dream I wrote a poem like this
I can't recite it fully
But I wrote this in its essence
The one time I can find peace
Escape from the world
Yet my sadness
Leaks into my unsuspecting mind
My dreams aren’t dreams
Just glorified nightmares
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I used to find beauty in difference
But now I only see you
The same you
In everyone
In every labored breath
Of every man and woman
I see your lips,
Your comforting smile
Never felt like the rest
I used to appreciate
How everyone had their distinct features
Their own unique radiance
But the lights are getting dimmer
And yours only seems to glow brighter
I’m staring into the sun
I try to love someone else
But your always there
Shining in the peripheral
I used to be able to see growth in the change
But still, I sit everyday
Mourning your illusory loss
I used to be able to find meaning in the chaos
But now, it’s just chaos
Maybe someday
Someone will show me
The meaning
I've searched for
For so long
I used to understand
I didn't need to question
Why things happened to me
I used to

Is there a point
Just to watch the flower wilt?
And watch the water cloud
As if it hadn't already spilt
Watching the monitor
Listening to the beats
Waiting for the fall out
And the rhythm to cease
Mourning the loss
Knowing it means nothing
They are gone
And that's the thing
Another heartbreak
But was it real this time?
Just like every other
Just short of sublime
What do you really matter for
In the perpetual race?
What's the point
If you're not in first place?
Global warming
A government cult
Supernovas
But it wasn't your fault
Out in the stygian seas
Do you have a purpose?
Or are you waiting for the candle to die out
For the end of the traveling circus.

am I a poet
or am I just deranged
words tumbling out in senseless sequences
always chasing after something
anything really that has no purpose or meaning whatsoever
this blankness is what I am after
anything else is just too predictable at this point

Wars are often fought in the name of justice,
but they are all waged to secure economic resources, and to give some internal worth to the crusading narcissist.

no awareness time
is meaningless as i think
random perceptions

what has ever been
that cannot always be known
meaningless questions

Two sickly birds,
In their nest of salt,
And it's not their fault.
What do they know?