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Before there was EVERYTHING
–there was NOTHING

A quiet void of endless,
POTENTIAL


And in that nothing,
–there was CHAOS

If God isn't your EVERYTHING
–then you are left with NOTHING

And to exist in such a state,
is to dwell in CHAOS!
Zelda May 2
standing somewhere stunning,
but instead of awe or excitement  
that deep, hollow loneliness festers.

couples pose under the Sistine Chapel —  
bet they're hoping for happily ever after.  
I'm wondering who'll cheat first.

and maybe, yeah, deep down  
I wish I was part of the —

Carnival —
rollercoasters screaming,  
cotton candy sharing,  
walking past the merry-go-round.  
I'm the wheel going-round-and-round.  
There's only one way off, another round.

oh yeah, deep, deep down  
I wish I was part of the —

Chaos
a small, stubborn spark inside  
reaches —  
and it stings. it stings so bad.

What's the point?
I can feel it standing on my chest
What’s the point of somewhere stunning?
If you're standing all alone

oh, if you're looking for me,  
I'm crying in the church  
on some random Wednesday  
bending God's deaf ears.

I've never been very good  
at convincing people  
I matter,  
that a connection with me  
is worth their time.

oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.  
oh, I'm a stranger.  
oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.  
oh, I'm a stranger —

standing somewhere stunning,
May 2, 2025
This World is FULL OF CHAOS,
IT IS  ABSOLUTELY INSANE,
I plead the BLOOD OF JESUS,
TO PLEASE PROTECT US, IN HIS NAME,
THINGS ARE JUST OUT OF ORDER,
IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE,
The DAYS are GETTING SHORTER,
A WORLD THAT'S FULL of SUSPENSE!!
LIFE is getting HARDER,
CHAOS IS EVERYWHERE,
A WORLD that's FULL of DISORDER,
PEOPLE DOING STUFF WITHOUT A CARE,
YOU REALLY JUST DON'T KNOW,
THERE IS NO WAY OF ESCAPING IT,
IT'S EVERYWHERE WE GO,
LIKE IN THE STREETS, ON THE NEWS,
GIVING US PO FOLKS NOTHING BUT THE BLUES,
SOCIAL MEDIA and the WORLD WIDE WEB,
The CHAOS IS REAL AND ON THIS WE DREAD!!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/18/2025
dee Apr 19
By the time earth is finished making it’s.   rounds
on all sides of the sun
my brain has already calculated twice a billion ways to stretch myself thin between
the moon and the stars.
I’ll settle for the ambivalence that links
my emotions and the atmosphere;
to submit to the gravity of what the world
could be.
All while knowing who I should be,
I float higher and higher in the opposite direction .
So the empyrean can cradle my chaos,
quietly without judgement.
The only reason I live is for the credible fact
we will all return back into stardust
and be spread out equally between all corners of the sky.
the good ones go if you wait too long.
Izan Almira Apr 13
I found an order in the chaos,
a home inside the rubble
that I had turned my room into.

I hid inside my books,
trying to find somewhere where I belonged
in a place that had never been mine.
Faith Cubitt Mar 31
we were testing every limit we could get our hands on....
it was like we could not survive without chaos.
it was always us dancing in burning building,
threatening the lightning,
coasting that gray line between life and death.
you'd push and I'd pull....
we fought like cats and dogs.
we blamed the world for it's shallow trick's it played on us....
but we were already way off the deep end,
crashing through the surface of everything we wanted to be.
how can you save someone when you thought they were supposed to save you?....
Slugish Mar 28
I stand there,
Your yelling I’m crying.
I contemplate whether I should stay.
My hands are shaking, tears streaming down my face.
We’re lost in the dust of chaos.
You were always drunk.
You survived and you only became worse.
You yell at us for no reason
I wish I could leave
But you keep me trapped in this chaos you
Preventing me from leaving
You were never there
You didn’t help
You make it worse
Your name is Chaos
IM BAAAAACK
Maybe they're right…
Maybe I’m a terrible person
A narcissistic ******* with
Manipulative tendencies
And a giant ego

Breath

Could I be a wolf
Disguised in sheep’s clothing?
Or perhaps a deceptive villain
That became an expert at
Playing the good guy part?

Breath…

What if I’m no better than
My **** father and grandfather?
What if the difference between us
Is merely circumstantial?

Breath!

You know all those dreams
Are never going to happen
Right?!

Breath!!!

It doesn't have to be like this
It could all go away, you know?

Breath, breath, breath

It will go away eventually
But not like this

Breath…
Had another episode last monday... they're becoming more frequent. Happening like every other month.
This piece is not pretty, and writing this was really hard. But it's my best effort in describing the chaotic struggle of trying to push those intrusive thoughts away and getting back the control of my mind.
No mess is fantastic
Lack of respect leads to war
War is horrific, evil and poor
Racism is not chic
Modern slavery is painful
Hate is awful, hurtful and plentiful
There is no justice
They don’t really want peace
Hypocrisy is ubiquitous
Supremacy is senseless
Discrimination is tasteless
Their audacity is obvious
Corruption is rampant
And the economy decadent
This is absolute chaos
The whole thing is a mess
Less than nothing: worthless
Death shall come. Alas
At last to change the formula
That’s karma
Nothing is eternal
Power is ephemeral
Tomorrow is a song
Belonging to no one
I know I’m not wrong
I am addressing everyone
I am talking to the crowd
Without being too loud
Long live Respect and Peace!
Long live Love and Justice!

Copyright © March 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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