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Outcast Dreamer Mar 2019
Might I be a bit too cold-hearted right now,
maybe a bit confused, lost and wandering...
I mean, decadence is definitely not easy,
face after face changes, nothing is still.

Who am I? Who are you?
I don't know and I don't care,
maybe I do, but it's inaudible...

Drifting, falling, drowning, fading,
waning, losing, slipping, laughing...?

I don't make sense,
I mean, I tried, but it all falls apart...

The chaos in my veins,
Rings loud in my ears,
Sinks numb into my brain,
Wrecks my heart with fear.

Too silent, too loud...
There's nothing that I can visualize.
Me? Who I am?
You? Who are you?
Place? To call home? My own??

Escape?
Who's the one that laughs so near?

©outcastdreamer
2016 was last when  I posted, but not the last when I wrote.
2019 has been a ****** start. Maybe that's why I am back.
Why did I ever leave?
*sigh*
Vivek Gupta Dec 2018
Looking back now all I see..
Many good times and great memories!
Wish i could relive them! Wanna be there again!
Feel those laughs and feel those pain!
Feel those falls and those climb!
Wish I could go back in time!
To the moment When I was free!
As I look at this freakin’ big Sea!
I don't remember my grade!
Wish all these memories never fade!
These are the memories that'll go with me!
As I travel this life's chaotic sea!

         -Vivek!
Baqir Talpur Nov 2018
Outlaws in Love

You, a chaotic beauty,
Shootin' smiles from distance.
A dangerous puzzle -
Lost, with in your own existence.

Me, a haywire mess,
Trying to make sense of things.
Willing to be by your side;
In summers, winters, falls and springs.

We, a crazy hybird of chaos and peril.
Ready, to have a crazy ride.
Ready, to be the outlaws in love,
Like Bonnie and Clyde.
To Bonnie parker, A poetess and an outlaw and to clyde barrow, a lover and a bandit.
mils Oct 2018
there is a knock on the door
in the dead of night
it's opportunity
trying to **** you again
With stories of folklore
A chaotic unity
Are you a knight?
Or will you complain?
Take a leap,
Or are you too cheap?
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018


The Dame stands before me,
droplets of sorrow falling
from her eyes

A sad, vulnerable beauty...

But little did I know that she
was a delicate calamity

whose body is made from
screams of the howling
oceans

A false crown made from
a long dead sun

Eyes as cool and cold
and cunning as a viper

And a heart long since
barren


Thank goodness I've cut out such people from my life....
Lyn x
Tanay Aug 2018
Everything is falling apart,
It is too late to see.
No one is left to trust.

Crumbling into ashes and dust,
Lost in a meaningless sea.
Everything is falling apart.

Turn away if you must,
But it is too late flee.
No one is left to trust.

Fight for a fresh start,
If you are too blind to see.
Everything is falling apart.

Escapism is an art,
The world is too chaotic for me.
No one is left to trust.

Moisty eyes and a broken heart,
All I wish is to be free.
Everything is falling apart.
No one is left to trust.















Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved
Just a thought that I wanted to convey via words. Hope you like it. Happy reading!
Andy Felix Aug 2018
Livin in that enthroned slum I'm dancin like a mischief creep
Steady mobbin arriving sometime-ish, I roll deep
I got a hot skull, I cause an eruption, everybody tweeked their nobs
With vices of virtue, I dont wanna hurt you shifty switch we mob
In chaotic bliss, what did I get myself into this time?
All of this grand design, the full experience
Go get some wisdom, it makes no sense. I wouldnt get myself out of this one
Except from a song a recorded with my band Hyperslugz
MN Columnas Jul 2018
Rain started to pour
Puddles started to tour
One is far from his score
Others want some more

Devastate with ones demise
One can't even help to revise
What use is that device
It can see but can't supervise

Believe in every word that one can say
But sure that one will be able to pay
In his fault, a morning can turn to a mourn day
What can others do? They can't just play

Let not happiness be taken
Don't think you were forsaken
Many can be mistaken
Don't wander in their words that you hearken
Start from the bottom or just the way it is. :)
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
You think I really hate you
Know I ******* should
But I do not think I ever will
Any girl in my place would

In head screams echo off the walls
My soul rotting, begging to heal
Organs a meager cushion for substances
Heart beats but doesn't want to feel

Raindrops pound, I miss your kiss
And I swear painful truth is all I  see
Used to write my adoration for you
It is clear you are unworthy

Picking at emotional scabs
Left by resentful carving knives
I wonder between snaps of anger
If this is how you wanted us to live our lives
I wish you would have thought things through
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