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J J Aug 22
the boy has a match
                       in his back poc ket. hovering
                                                     janky steps
                                             sheathed by fluffy ice
                       chest reverb erates
as a single rain drop
                                   trickled in pinful loop...
theforestwaits
                            Undisturbed
not wanting to be burnt but he rations
      not wanting anything at all.
in destroying one makes                                something

                    whence once

     there was                                                       nothing. he

s t r i k e s the match aflame and alive,
    l
      o
         w ering it fit to spread
and surely cause his life some havoc... havoc...
havochavochavoc
                                  HAVOC
                               H A V O C
                                                   havoc;

   he ruminates the meaning of the word a while
and settles
    on it being better than boring old nothing.
Yes,I've read e.e cummings,why do you a
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Tess May 15
He sits on his chair of unearned power
Time caused his temper to spoil and grow sour;
Faulting those lower in the hierarchy,
He rests, contented in his monarchy;

He wreaks havoc on anyone with dreams;
Though his entity divides at the seams
King of his castle, he sits unconcerned
Playing with fire, about to be burned

He has not learned: what goes up must come down
Breathing in water, and soon he will drown
He pushes others down to lift him up
He is bitter and decaying closeup

Written and read in a voice of deadpan:
The crimes of a diabolical man
Keiya Tasire Mar 6
Yes, I forgave you and asked forgiveness
Twenty-four years and more ago.
Yet, you continued to despise.
Metamorphosing into an Unforgivable.
Hater. Destroyer of family.
You made sure it hurt me.
I don't like what you did.
It was ****. It was not called for.
I wanted peace. So I created it.

Here, this is yours.
It's your very own universe!
To create all the havoc you desire.
Way over there! Far from mine.
When your venom is spewed
And your heart is as light as the Dove's feathers
I will open my doors in peace.
Welcoming you in for herb tea
with a spot of honey and a few biscuits too.
Maybe, even some laughter and fun.
It is all up to you.

Remember to present yourself truly
Setting what you have twisted right.
I pray for you to develop courage
Needed to tell all that you have done.
Yet, I am not hopeful.
Won't you prove me wrong?
I hope so, dear sister. I hope so.
An unforgiving soul wreaked havoc in my world. The only answer I could find was to give her own universe to live in. While I found peace in mine.
Katy Jan 22
Some of us have demons we thought we exorcised
The truth is they just went into hiding and became dormant

Well, mine has come back out to play
Wreaking his havoc through my entire body

The nicotine is the safest way I can ward him off
While I try to figure out how to get rid of him completely
Stark Nov 2018
All but still
Wheat wavering in the distance, shivering in anticipation
Animals hide away, tucked in the safety of hideaways, holes, and orifices
Humans crouch underground, waiting
Hours pass
A lone alarm shouts across the land
"This is an emergency. I repeat, an emergency warning"
So loud that those below, closer to hell than ever before, clutch their ears
For they are ringing from the vibrant sound waves stretching across the fields
A slight change in wind directions
A little bit of motion
Begins the devastation

A lone inverted triangle appears
Seemingly hovering, inches above the ground
Circling its prey, before it gorges itself
Endless cyclic motions, vacuuming everything in its path
Houses, barns, plants fly
Tugged from the attraction to the ground to the sky
Engulfed by the tornado
That winds down a path of destruction

On a whirlwind high
Drunk off of its power
Invoking pain for no reason, except that it can
Land ripped to shreds
Houses taken and tossed miles and miles away
Barns slingshotted across the American countryside
And the deaths
Oh the deaths

Those who thought they could wait it out
Survive again once more
Those who tried to chase the twister
Mesmerized by its hypnotic dance
Those who were in the wrong place at the wrong time
Oblivious to their preventable fate

When the humans emerged
From their underground bunker
They found a land left ruined
Wiped blank of human development
With that they shed tears
Watering the fertile lands
As the tornado wrecked havoc
It brought a rebirth
A chance to start again fresh
tornadoes and their destructive power.
Samuel Canerday Sep 2018
Havoc, I cried
The tempests of passion
Unleashed in full
Strange thoughts do resound
In the caverns below
That of hearts bleeding red
And raw feeling exposed
Boiling up in crimson throes

Lock them away now
No keys and no latches
Shut the door to the furnace
And let all burn to ashes
Salmabanu Hatim Aug 2018
I sit there cuddled on my sofa,
I do nothing,
But, my mind  is a godown of anxiety,
Demons wreak havoc within me,
My tap is leaking with drops of fear and nervousness.
I cannot do anything about it.
I am caged,
It saps all my joy,
I need to escape from the prison of my thoughts.
I don't want them to control me,
So I decided to go to a comedy show,
Good humour was the ideal tonic,
It was the best antidote for me,
It helped.
I think I can do it.
I will also try something else to get out of it.
Timur Shamatov Jun 2018
I can see that look in your eyes
Bitting your lips
Confusing passion for lust.
Surrounded by havoc,
In a storm of
Secrets and lies.

I’ll keep all of your secrets,
You know all of my lies.
Caught in a storm
Havoc of
Secrets and lies.

I love the way you lie
Saying you’d kiss and lick
All of my scars
The ones underneath my skin
Across my heart.
Surrounded by
Havoc of
Secrets and lies.

Consuming your body,
In flickering light.
Succumbing to passion,
Falling in love.
Stuck with no answer
In a ghostly goodbye.
Surrounded by havoc
In a storm of
Secrets and lies.
I wrote this as a song for a friend.
Some people long for stability,
a life of surety.
Not me.
Give me chaos,
havoc,
ruin.
Let me see the darkest dark,
the deepest despair,
the loneliest separation.
Because if all you had was sunshine,
how would you appreciate the glow?
If there was no storm,
how would you know the beauty of the calm?
If there was no sadness,
would happy still be happy?
If we knew no lows,
how would we know when we were high?
So give me all of the chaos,
all of the havoc,
all of the ruin.
And that way I will truly have everything.
Everything.
That way I will live fully.
People that have not had hard times, have not yet lived.
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