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Sometimes Chaos Means Critical Changes

Imagine an idea

That is screaming and golden

Growing special

Each day

 

The weight of my existence was harder to handle

A clean grace that remained

Through the night

I started to run for some reason

And the sensation was strange

But no one noticed

I closed my eyes

And painted the canvas that sits

On the backs of my eyelids

With bright hues

Of all of my favorite colors

Swirls of red, blue, pink, yellow, purple and green

The colors are calming and only

Propel me forward

Now the streets are changing colors

And my breath is getting heavier

 

In the middle,

The streets become wider

Turning in circles

And I want to blame

Someone

Or something

But I am done being bitter

And beating myself up all the time

I am smiling now

At all of the beautiful and colorful things

Manifesting right in front of my eyes

 

There is a ***** bliss

And my mind is more attentive

I do not feel as though I need to continue searching,

Letting all of the aching wondering swirl up and around me

Invading my pure and unconscious thoughts

Making me feel like an evil little mess

And then I remind myself that I am my own worst critic

 

There are frequent,

But completely unknown,

Voices that exist inside of my thoughts

They're not always nice to each other either

They all talk at the same time

And it gets really confusing

They're rarely quiet

But when they are,

The hollowness is not comfortable

 

As I run,

The voices seem to be talking faster and louder

And I want it all to stop

 

It feels like my loneliness is spurting out of me in colorful hues like warm gurgling blood  

And I belong to a precious experience

Possessing a knowledge and a passion that was released into my innocence as a youth

Now that my innocence has diminished,

The passion and the knowledge have changed shape

But they are more prominent

Stronger and more powerful than ever before

 

There are flames on the mountaintops as I stand below them

A stranger laughs and the sunshine glints perfectly atop my twisted and stained fingertips

My wounds have been shed

The rage that was once poison has transformed

Despite the depths of the secret monster that lives inside of me

Hanging despair up by clothespins

I know that the void is fading

 

Tender wisdom as the greatest killing machine and strings like puppets with no imagination

Respect as a season

That is stuck and stained

Higher

Reaching the horizon

Understanding the changing stream of colors and voices alike

 

Courage as thunder

Rough weather,

But a beautiful outcome

Kissing the smoothing madness

That swims inside of me daily

Travelling strangers repeating humanity

The mystery is painful

The company is invisible

She'll perfectly fade and disappear and though you will be sad,

You must not forget that it will all be beautiful

And perfect

 

The ****** ancient curse

And the hidden nasty beast

Have conversations that rhyme

But the gods shine down speaking infinitely

Begging for me to destroy the shell

And fill the holes

Brush off the dirt

And swallow the moonlight

 

Delicate fields of flying pink petals surround me

The chaos is twice as intense

But never forget that one must

Have chaos burning within them

To give birth to a shining star

 

By: Evynne Doue

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