Chaos
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Lover, you were a hurricane
A tornado
The typhoon to explain why some sailors never made it home
And I used to call you mine
And I used to call you after work
And I used to hold your hand
Disruption reigns in its place on high,
disorderly king of confusion --
with crown of blue, green and purple hues;
cloaked in red satin that stains our inner selves.
Bow down at the feet of -Royalty-
And after all, all these, my love
I adore you and will always love you, my dove
After so much hubbub and confusion
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Hispaniola
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Santo Domingo
Hell in Bohio, Hell in Quisqueya
Haiti (Ayiti, Bohio, Quisqueya, Saint-Domingue)
Is a long ago
Kidnapped country
Before the parturition of the harmful bayonets
12 percent of me is in the moment,
15 is withdrawn,
Because 30 is wasted on stress,
And 43 wants to right all the wrongs.
Our world seems to be fading,
Split apart at the seams
When was the exact moment I fell, I don’t remember, but look at me, my spirit is loud and clear, it tells?
Like monkey business it smells 8-months ago, I could never foretell, or predicted a “love” such as this.
How do I believe that or whole relationship was fake?
An act to get close to me, never give, only take.
I’ve done the research, such much sounds shockingly familiar.
Words described you to a tee, seems clear, yet unclear.
The cancer of my brain
Makes the world insane
Who am I to blame?
For the lame
Calamity that consumes this sphere
of biodiversity
A world of adversity
People grow in masses
Crash, bang, pop!
Midnight gridlock.
Red lights all around.
Horns blaring with the sound of a thousand trumpets.
I sit, wait, and appreciate.
Perspective changes problems into opportunities.
Daily life
can be so tiring
You never have the chance
to think
People dictate
your every move
Technology dictates
your every word
So now
more than ever
I used to detest life. Sometimes I still do. It was deep yet shallow and still I could not find my place Above the waves
Ever had that moment when you come back to reality but at first it’s like you’re seeing it through a wall of water?
I have, many times.
The chaos within me ensues
Drowning my thoughts
While I sought
For what was left of me
The views
Within my soul
Were nothing but cold
I am no longer who i was
The minds of men were so easy to sway
She cackled as she toiled away
To implant, to bury, to ingrain her seed
To make men slaves of her creed.
Taking her time, she would watch seeds grow
Chaos!Water, sun, guns, rainPolitics, torture, deceits, painFire, carelessness and our house is guttedYet, more deception so our hope is battered.It’s an absolute desolation within this concrete jungle
She was born from fire.AndFrom those ashes she rose.burnt skin-Burnt skin that sizzled down like gift paper that had been thrown into the fire.
The rain is my peace.
My eyes were the ocean.
My heart in ruins.
I shook violently as the droplets struck me.
.
The rain is my peace.,
For she cannot see my tears.
Protest is a complicated word,
defined as people making their voices heard.
We are encouraged to protest for what we believe,
however no one ever seems to concede.
We are told to work together to make a change,
It's hard to be told,
Something unwanted,
By a loved one-
Heart and mind daunted.
Yet I'd go beyond limits,
If that's what they ask.
I'd break my heart myself,
For them to bask.
Thou who weeps their tears to form a river of torment,
Art thou who know they can live through everything.
Thee who shook hands with the demons who lye dormant,
While sinister grins from above emit subtle rings.
men cry of victory;
though comrades have died.
Heaven watches in horror;
while children die by the knife.
thousands are dying;
and husband kills wife.
i fell to my knees;
The mind is a battlefield
A realm of chaos
Thoughts fighting for dominance
To be discovered and elaborated upon
Fragments
who am I?
nothing feels right.
I cannot see with sight
or, at least not quite,
my skin feels too tight
around this soul.
around this hole;
that's consuming me,
their presuming me;
Take a look inside my disconsolate mind,And what do you find?Thoughts so evil and dark,They leave an everlasting mark.Are you afraid now?
Abigail SullivanPart 1: A Letter to Cerebral Ameloid Angiopathy.
Out of nowhere, you chose my dad as a potential victim to interrogate.
Because I love you
When I was crumbling, the world morphing
Spinning around me like a top in Wonderland
I still came to you, and pulled myself together
I stitched you up,
Put you together,
My mind, it spins
Endlessly it seems, like the arms of a hurricane.
And yet, it is trapped, centered, in my body,
Next to you.
A small shift in weight.
A whimper.
You understand,
You touch me,
Several thoughts circle around my mind sometimes, yes, I'd be lying if I said I was fine.
These thoughts know my mind more than I know myself,
they have made a home between my nerves.
A peaceful place inside the chaos.
Oh the dirt will scream
The mountains will cry
And their souls won't speak
Because they'll be tongue-tied
Forever towards elusive horizons,
Driving away our primitive fear,
An endeavor at best.
Blurs of men zoom past,
Ghosts of ambition,
Echoes of monotony.
Vaguely human
There is a stupidity in this world.
It drifts from person to person
And it lingers in crowds.
It is subtle but so widely stretched
It encompasses the whole of humanity.
Paid the interior penalty
With references to working principle
Back on track now working on mobility
To achieve peak conditionality
Droppin' pipe bombs lyrically
Finished with strategic methodology
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth
by limbs too weighed down by darkness.
I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air.
The usual chaos has stopped its storm
Waves crash
The thunders roll
Thrashing upon my drowning soul
How long must I await
Before it becomes too late
Only he holds the power to save
But does he know of the pain
Why am I comfortable in Chaos and Order betrays me. A child born and raised in Chaos knows no Order.And that which is different betrays our reality,
Standing at the ocean of my mind
My fears like the waves lap at my toes
At the edge of my thoughts
Aggressive crashes and angry foam
Threaten to drag me under
People as numerous as the sand
Their clamor muted
Only when the sun melts into the water
Only when the wave crash somehow louder
than the buzzing
of cars and voices
Snowflakes spinning 'round as I reflect upon my year
New adventures from going far,
And losing those whom I hold dear
Pain blooms forward
But that is not the only coloring of the rose
You’re making me new
Giving me a new groove.
Wiping clear the past,
Correcting us with Your divine chast.
While the rod de God hurts
I am not a poet.
You are not a poet.
I am a lost soul with an imagination that demands to be seen.
You are a creature looking for words that fill your aching void with a sense of
belonging.
Rain-laden clouds
Swept
Over the land,
Meeting with
The untouched
Dusky sky,
Heralding the treacherous,
Disastrous deluge from the
Heavens that was
Yet to come.
I have encountered a knowledge that must be shared,
Spread it around the world it is a cure for despair,
A seed must be planted in this world full of tall tales,
We must cut out the lies that was woven in our hairs,
Well... when she ended it I felt like it was the end of my world and it tore me up because I saw that my place in the universe was frozen in a nightmare, yet the rest of the universe was moving in bliss and tranquility.
What is War? Another word,
That creates despair in the world.
Men take, their last breath,
And head to their death.
What is War?
The heartbreaks,
That it makes.
I want to create
BE
Become the current
Ethereal reality
No authentic fakery
Forget time spent
Live in dreams
Read in books
So in reach
I want to act
DO
I like the feeling of not doing what I'm supposed to do
I like the thrill of running from what is good for me
Coincidence is beauty
But when we make it it's just fate
And when we think it's random,
The Irrelevance of time,
the impermanence of this moment,
the intricacies of connecting,
the impatience in waiting,
the incessant need in acquiring,
the anxiety of whats to come,
Forevermore the crow will core
The truth from words all the more
and the day will dawn, the chasm yawn
until the truth doth ever soar.
But on and on, the sense is gone
and rhyme and riddle, chaos overriding,
Words that can never describe her mind
Chaos is abundant
Whirling hurling swirling thoughts each making less sense than the one before
Each piling on to the stress
And the worry
And the disorientation
Deep within the earth’s core
A pool of magma dreams to soar
Beyond the darkness
Because although this pool is very bright ----
It is only their own light ---
And they want more
They crave more
Chaos.
Inside me is chaos.
I cannot explain in words
the way it feels to be
so completely and totally
consumed
Paralyzed by my own mind games
Chaos surrounds me
Yet it doesn't
I can't move
But I can
I don't react
Yet I should
I just am
But am I?
Words overwhelm me
I am carbon
a diamond in the rough
still dull with jagged edges
I've been through heat
and under lots of pressure
but I still don't shine
people look and stare in my direction
I sabotage myself daily.
I don’t intend to, yet all I do is ruined.
Clutter and disasters is what I’m used to.
Yet the disappointment is always so fresh.
It is,
you see,
all about
the struggle.
It is about
the hunger
in your eyes,
devouring your soul.
It is the passion
In a world full of chaos and hate,
you wanna know what lifts me up...
you wanna know what makes me smile...
you wanna know how I am able to persevere,
Note: A short story based of of the Warrior Cats book series written by Erin Hunter.
I am a dreamer,
I am a believer,
I am a changer,
In a world that sits still, I am a go getter,
In a world that sits still, I am a dancer,
I am an entreprenuer, a risk taker,
A dreamer, but in vain.
Chaos burned in her questioning eyes.
Chaos tumbled through her curly hair.
Chaos lingered on her waiting lips.
Chaos was sitting there.
Chaos was the passion with which she kissed.
Through beams of wood, light reaches for silver souls afloat.
A single breeze, a reverberation from the other layer of time,
Air dancing to the melody of ghosts across skin,
Just brushing the nerves, barely greeting,
Away, away
I will not come back,
remind me, yes
remind me of sin and wrong
remind me of why red so satisfied.
Confuse you?
That is the point.
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The world of threads
The world of chains
The world of strings
The world of lanes.
The threads get tangled.
The chains trap people.
The strings are tripped over.
Push and pullBring me closerAnd furtherFrom deathAnd life.I have neither.No life can be happyWith the thought of an endNo death can enjoyAny aspect of life.
Dark and cold yet hot as the same time. That’s how I imagine it.
One big fiery pit. Lava spewing onto the surface of the sun.
Ghouls and demons.
A carbon atom is small,
But it can make you trip and fall.
It has many things to do in life,
So it will do it while he flies.
Carbon forms a bond with oxygen,
And they become the eternal bossing gem.
They travel through the world,
You malicious little thing, you're living in nightmares. Spiders hide in dark in dark corners, crawl out to fill you with fright, dear.
My eyes are the most beautiful
when I am crying.
I’ve always admired the irony in that.
At my lowest point, my eyes contrast the misery flamed inside me.
The walls are closing in, pressure's building up.
World has gone corrupt, my heart is a sinking ship,
Drowning in the ocean even though I'm on the coast;
Darkened skies, and places of dismayViolence, deaths are the best way to describe todayMalevolent personalities and families that strayHomeless people, jobless people, tend to struggle everyday
“Can you feel it?
The madness slowly going
up your spinal cord.
The black ooze mixing with your
neurons to create something new.
Something different. Something
dangerous. You can feel can’t you.
Born Again, Die Again
For whether it be the light of good or darkness of evil
We go our own way down the path that we call life
There is a time in our eras that we must make difficult decisions
Trees have always reminded me of lungs. They even kind of look like them. They branch out in the same type of widespread, fleshy mass with exposed meat, and their introverted veins; veins as in branches, veins that act as passages.
Shells bursting is the only din.
The dirt launched up from the moist ground.
My vision is blinded by the light.
I must withstand. Even despite
The fact that I cannot be found.
My mother lived
at the bottom of a vodka bottle.
Her lungs crystallized
from years of breathing
tobacco instead of air.
She wasn't always sad,
I'm sure.
But I never saw her smile
Another Day, Another Blow to the Body, Perhaps the worst one yet Defenseless, Miserable,She feels so Alone. Afraid to sleep, For
SplitShatteredOne of many facesOne maskWho knows the answersFrom offenseTo defensePoet at onceFighter the nextLover at daySinner by night
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes
to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise
I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing
and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
Deprived of the purification
my body and soul aches
my spirit dies a little
my heart cries a bit
and i remain physically intact
bound to behave and portray normality
for its a crime to shed emotion
I sit
I cry
There's so much going on
The yelling
The fighting
It never stops
The littlest thing
Sets me off
School
Homework
Homelife
How do I balance it
So many thoughts,
So little room to breathe,
to talk,
to think,
to wish.
You don't know where to begin.
You may be young, short, or just quirky.
People pressuring you to think of what to do in life.
Walking in the black mist,
I feel an impending sense of doom.
I see nature on either side of me,
But I feel all alone.
Upon this day hence forth I decree
The clarity of life set through eternity
Unsettled , torn, weary and worn
The aspects to creation settled and born
Unsettled beyond the flow of time,
The creature stirs in its prime,
Clawing and clashing unto the Veil,
With sights blazon and a destructive trail.
Silent days
Filled with clattering
Thoughts
Lonely desires
Passions stretched over my eyelids like
Spandex pants one size too small
Instantaneously extrapolating
infinitude summation
of the single orb,
derived of nether region,
misty and cloud laden
which sits on high.
Eyes like Storms,
Secrets churning in their depths.
Emotion; chained.
Encased in glacial stone.
Arrogance incarnate
In his Golden Crown.
Athena’s blessing
Behind his brow.
I felt a genocide in my soul
And dictators of the centennial
Kept marching, marching till it seemed
Hope was springing detrimental
Chaos, Chaos, everywhere
Body flailing without a care
Right hand keeping steady eights
Right foot sets a steady pace
Mind is splitting what to do
The body knows what it's doing, but do you?
A beauty with wings and beady eyes flying higher than Everest
It's ego soaring with every flap as it gains momentum
Sharp mustard beak contradicts its soft feathers
Gorgeous svelte body helps it ascend
Her piercing charisma inadvertently negates my indomitable fortification like an oblivious butterfly mocks the opulent structures of man by its evanescent fluttering.
Are you high?
Don't lie.
No use.
Misuse?
Misunderstood.
Miss Independent
Thought she could.
All Alone
Hold the phone.
