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Tess Feb 2021
you must mind your madness,
people would **** for a chaos like yours
guard it with a gladness
with the knowledge your brain could win wars
Rollercoaster Feb 2021
I find the charging sky lights to be
disorienting and pure.
Black and white at same time.

It’s a rainbow in the clouds after the rain
and succeeding the dark clouds which make me sane.

I am aware that rain will come again,
yet I don’t know when I will be rain-bound.
Each turn is a change in the circle of pain.

When the lightning strikes,
we look at the bright, white flash of light.
White pierces through the dark,
and confounds us and leaves us looking at the stars.

We wait for it to strike,
only for it to come at the most unexpected of times.
We must not be confused, or surprised.

We should rejoice when things go awry.
For it will too pass, and change will evade.
The earned hope will remain.

For chaos and the unexpected are change,
and change is the inevitable truth which cannot be tamed.
We’re celebrating the chaos and celebrating change.
We’re celebrating the inevitable when we dance in the rain.
Everything is in a circle, it a cycle of interconnectedness or several cycles of interconnectedness which are themselves connected to each other. It is the same storyline, a basic plot line that follows a similar story from the past and everything repeats itself. So, it does not matter what the end goal might be, it is about the experience and the change that will give us a greater understanding. Living though the motions, looking at the circle go, and know a greater story exists and you just have to fill in the blanks to make it your own - to make your cycle of birth and death meaningful and like a ring with a lot of engravings on them and then hanging that ring in an a larger ring that involves the entire existence. Not just your existence, but everything that exists which is also going through the motions and is following the circle and engraving its own little and large details on the Ring of existence.
And at every turn point of the ring, which is almost at every point, there is change and there is chaos.
We think of rain to be release- from winter cold or summer heat. Release from the uniformity of suffering. Yet, rain comes in as chaos. We do not know when it will come and how the raindrops will fall. They will fall as they want to - in utter chaos. After uniformity, comes change. Change comes in form of chaos. And navigating in that chaos i.e. dancing in the rain is thriving and celebrating each little raindrop as it is. We’re celebrating the chaos and celebrating change. We’re celebrating the inevitable when we dance in the rain.
Robin Görtz Feb 2021
In peaceful times or times of ebb
You take a fair delight
In sun-warmed sand to be your ground
And sunscreen´s safely white.

But comes the flood the slowly rising
Ocean eats the sand
And soon the waves start eating you, first
Foot, then heart, then hand.

Until you drown within yourself
And shed a salty tear,
You scream into the depths of you
With no one there to hear.

Now chaos has a grip on you,
The kraken from beneath
Or giant shark or monstrous whale
Leaves little air to breathe.

And all you can is crying tears,
You didn´t learn to swim
Or built a dam protecting you
From you and all your grim.
Alexander Feb 2021
Chaos in my mind.
I can’t...
Chaos in my mind
I can’t contain it anymore.
Chaos in my mind
It hurts...
Chaos in my mind.
It hurts the people I adore.
Chaos in my mind.
Inside...
Chaos in my mind.
Inside my head is a great war.
Chaos in my mind.
This thing...
Chaos in my mind.
This thing in me is an uproar.
Chaos in my mind.
Now if...
Chaos in my mind.
Now if it stops then nevermore.
raven arcane Jun 2021
deep in the night,
tranquility never looked more beautiful.
with the sea calm and unwavering,
the wind that seems to be singing;
you are the calming light.

deep in the night,
chaos never looked more beautiful.
to the waves playing push and pull,
and the merciless wind that's resounding;
you in the midst, indisputably astounding.

deep in the night,
and everything in between,
the waves that crashes with its might,
and the wind faintly in tune,
in contrast to the chaos and the serene;
you are still here, my moon.

—a.c.
I will always be captivated by the moon.
feb 3 2021
Some days life is just wrong.

The air is poison and the rain, acid.
The water is scarlet red
and the clouds are blue ashes.

Days like these, where the world fades away,
the colors of nature are twisted
and my mind starts to decay.

These moments I wish would burn to dust
and poppy flowers.
Instead, I stand in the crimson rain
to taste the ****** showers.

These colors paint a story (I hope left untold)
in bright blue rust and lilac in bold.

Now the portrait is dead with tears running through it.
Red coats my hand, the knife in the ****** blueprint.
KC Jan 2021
A total rest from habit
and common emotion.
Like house arrest, but
no handcuffs nor strangers.
Sergio Gonzalez Jan 2021
I’m in free fall
With my feelings
Letting my emotions run amok

When I think about you
I can’t help myself to wonder
If you’ll ever love me back

I tried so hard to open up to you
I know none of it was ever your fault
You assure me that you’ll be here for me
But the chaos inside my world
Won’t accept you,
Even from afar

This state of entropy
Is all I have at the moment
While my world has turned to blue
But please have faith in me
Because the tides will turn soon
Don Bouchard Jan 2021
tenuous thin line
connects earth and heaven
kite pulls in the moving air
tugs to run across the sky
fights ignorantly for freedom

one thin line tethers a rebel
to here and now
to past and present
to futures connected

past connects the far reaching kite
unknowing of its need for tension
for the saving pull
grounding
maintaining
the lifting angle
into pulling air

when severed
the kite screams
joyous freedom
until
caught by wind
hurtles
          end       over      end     over      end
tail clotting
only the wind rules
direction sideways down
plummeting to crash
directionless
                                  free
               untethered
broken upon rocks
or strangle-held in trees
The U.S. Constitution is the kite line in question. 2021
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