#choas
My head is heavy
Broken shards in the sides
Stiffened vines creeping
Taking over my insides
A booming weight of chaos
Buries me alive
Left with the fear of survival
And only a pinhole of light
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
In the eye of the storm
I found your glistening ones
And in the midst of the chaos
We sat hand in hand
And watched as
Destruction enveloped us
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
Everything brings us
To the moment
We're meant to be at.
For better or worse,
Life is chaos.
And our actions have
Consequences that
Warrent infinite possibilities.
A ripple,
that we
Have no control over.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
And
That day
***** was tired
Tired to keep up
With dream
That dream
Which could change the life
Could change the life
Forever
And
That day
***** was tired
Tired to keep up
With dream
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
He who walk with my throng.
Must prove that they belong,
cause once you have fallen from my grace.
You will soon know how it feels like to be replaced.
If you don't want me to be your end,
Then don't be stupid and become my friend.
So be careful of who you betray,
cause I can lead your life astray.
Started a war with an apple,
Just because of a forgotten invitation.
that lead to the destruction of people,
A day that is full of sorrow
I am Eris,
Daughter of night,
sister of war.
The goddess of Chaos, strife and discord,
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
I think I think too much
Thoughts are ricocheting in my brain.
Never stopping
One thought starts a domino line
I dangerously follow the rabbit trails
I think I talk to much
I think faster than I can speak
Then later I regret it
Thinking maybe your annoyed with me
Wish I could turn it all off
Im sick of hearing myself
Always overthinking as my brain keeps going and going
Always over-talking I ramble and ramble.
I Yearn for the peace and quietness
I blast the music to turn off my thoughts
Disrupt the chain, break the link.
Even as I sleep descriptive dreams envelop me
I'm looking for the off switch
For temporary release.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Do not waste your life away
Hanging around the wrong crowd
For they have nowhere to go
They are obnoxious and loud
The more that you ally yourself with them
Nothing but trouble and turmoil will appear
You will often find yourself in a trance
Am I making myself abundantly clear?
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
infinitesimal shards of glass
glisten fiercely underneath neon lights of prospect
a reflection of shattered hopes and aspirations
now lay asunder for being trodden to dust
carpeting over splashes of blood long gone brown
a silver ring or two coated in red
pearls scattered like a life torn to shreds
rag-like bedsheets torn at the seams
as if the fabric of reality was chewed by cruel Fate
emptiness echoing through the debris of humanity;
with a room torn of its plaster wallpaper
paint chipping off like rain
the conconcrete within never looked so ugly as now
hideous and disformed
by weathering the storm of conflicting ideals and isms
numerous cracks snake through concrete body
at any moment ready to crumble to naught.
can anyone fathom what wonders gave birth within these walls?
first loves promised in wedlock,
difficult loves resolved clemently,
impossible loves grew to become the greatest,
broken loves coalescence to wholeness,
platonic loves strengthen for lifetimes,
familial loves strung back once more.
Tis was the Rose Room of Ethereal Wonders
that harmonized the tragedies of humans
unfortunately even the worst of chaos is meant to remain unbridled
of which to leave asunder is better
or else You’ll just be a soul sacrified in vain
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
The goddess of nature,
she was there for every
last heart beat stilled.
Droplet spilt upon
mother earth,
feeding an unquenchable thirst.
Collecting every last breath,
she never possessed,
there last exhaling breath.
But the warrior of the
grass lands she gave respect.
Never was one perfection of creation.
Woven within the embrace
to bring order to a chaos
that haunts the tall grass.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
My stone like heart
Now has soft spots
Like that of molding produce
And you are relentlessly on my mind.
Yet, my heart and brain have regular rendezvous
See, my brain is insecure
And my heart: a bit unsure.
Yet, as I sit in crowded rooms
I wonder how this can be my dream
When I dream of being with you or in solitude.
The self demolitioning chaos I crave recommends you as an adventure.
But I don't know if it's okay to be so gleeful at it's sound
Though, I do so crave your presence.
And I pleasantly await
In fear to hear
The lyrics of your heart.
As they will be stained onto my heart
Like a temporary tattoo
And will be chiseled into my brain
Forever
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
A human race
Everyone, wakes up and starts running,
Fleeting the shadow
False sense of control over the self
Crossroads, both a chaos and an order
Parted by destiny, united by hope
Thin air keeps blowing away the leaves,
Not always,
A sweet fragrance,
A perfect shade of blue,
A luxury of retrospect,
A rosy beginning and a happy ending
Fear ~> Trust ~> Shared dream ~> Dead man
Customary to remain silent
A sensible mind
Everyone deserves a morning sunshine
With a immunized life.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
Over the logs and dirt of a camp ground, you still shine. A blazing, bright fire.
Fire is also an element of destruction, of rage, but also of love. The burning red love you have for someone.
But my favourite type of fire is blue fire. Looking like the polar opposite of burning red hot, blue fire is hotter than red.
And to think that a full rainbow can come out of the flames of chaos.
How beautiful is the colour of destruction...
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
Smiles are glass
And the heart is sand
They push me until I break..
Time has Stopped once again
Breath out breath in
In the Eye of the hurricane
I'm calm in it's thunder
I have gave myself a float
So there my body lays in the river
Purifying my deepest thoughts
Cleaning my being
Washing away the times I tried to stay
What I'm trying to say..
I'm Leaving
Breath in breath out
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
Oh how my contorted emotions remain captive in this futile, abysmal misery.
I wish I could paint my heart onto this canvas of poetic
longevity.
I want to create words that dance and glow inside your mind at
night.
Thoughts levitating out of my
body.
Engulfed in this chaos.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Stalked the streets of the fair city.
Walked among strangers, talking of change.
Gritty pavement beneath my feet.
Watched around me
at my supposed kith and kin
Saw them with sin
and observed them
as they curved around the streets.
At a shop window,
A little boy stares at the chocolate
In a state of elated joy
But in a limbo, unsure how to profit.
A woman strolls pass a fruit stall.
She sees oranges and clenches her fists
Drenched in the awful memory
Of a fruity misery
An activist tries to preaches
But no one is listening to her speech
An analyst who worries about everything
Scared of being nothing
Sitting at the steps of the church
A boy hides from the dull march of people
Feels a surge inside but words caught at Adam’s apple
So he lets the ink bleed onto a page instead
Outside a run down theatre the actor stood.
His detractors made their presence felt
making him uncertain in his ways,
pushing his very essence into the dark of ether.
Coffee shop was full
but the man stood out
Coffee dripping from his mouth
The blinding glint form his watch,
a lofty story to tell no doubt.
Two souls turned a corner and became one
neither were mourners of their old lives
Two heads on one dead body
Intricacy of the mind and soul
a flase sense of intimacy
And the ghosts joined us on streets
They did not boast of their deaths
At most, they were simple engrossed
with everything from pillar to post
Dragon was there too, wanting a battle
talons rip through rag and bones.
His fire arched upwards
and then down and scorched stones
Chaos raised its heineous face
and embraced the madness
strong winds ravaged the city
blasted every building down
Among the damge I saw them.
Them and more.
A robin flying by,
Mel with her dark eyes,
the river dried up and
four moons impossibly raised.
And everything rained down and destroyed me.
I awoke
but choose to keep my eyes closed.
Wanting to drift in the darkness,
a temporary bliss.
But then the memory surfaced
and I opened my eyes.
I stood on a bridge,
the city to either side of me
and the river running underneath.
No fires, no ghosts.
All seemed restored, I sighed a sigh of releif.
A smidge of hope flowed into me.
From where I stood,
I began to understand it all.
Out, out in the distance
I scarcely saw a man standing on the river
like it was land and not water
My eyes squinted to make him out
but all I could see was an outstreched hand.
He had been observing me
and now he was calling me.
and I would leave this pretty, gritty city
and all its comittees for him.
I would.
But I still had unresolved business.
Story to be told and demons to be slayed
Then I would be a free man.
But untill then I won't be a runaway.
Cause I'll stay as long as it takes.
And with that I adjourned
this session and did returned.
Taking my chances with the city.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
It was just another ordinary day at the Pub.
I as always at the helm tending bar hitting on hamsters and making crude jokes that usually walked the line and got me banned from a site that I was a living legend on.
Remember kids there is no Hello without Gonzo.
Hey Gonz you really need to do something bout the restroom some nameless bland writer that I probably liked cause I thought she looked hot said to me as she walked towards the bar.
What is somebody jerking off in there again ****** !
I swear creative ******** sure are a frustrated ***** bunch.
Just then a old man walked from the restroom .
Granddad what did I tell you bout using the restroom?
Huh the old man replied with that look of who the hell am I am what the **** is this ***** behind the bar saying .
Yeah I get that look a lot .
Granddad !
Huh?
What's that ?
He replied again as he staggered to the bar smelling of whiskey and **** yeah almost like Lindsey Lohans new perfume ode to a ***** well minus the ******* and bitter smell of a burned out former child actress.
What's that your saying?
The restrooms father time what did I tell you ,there strictly for paying costumers go use the alley where I keep your house slash cardboard box .
Oh yeah and by the way you still owe me rent duh just cause your old and related to me doesn't mean you can just sponge off me who do you think you are some washed up drunken writer who haunts a nearly dead website like some strange perverted ghost ?
Hey did you hit the blood bank you old ****
But son they told me I can't go twice in a week or I could die!
Look old man if you cant do that then you better hit the street start jerking off truckers I swear it was good enough for grandma you lazy **** .
I swear you give a semi senile old **** a spacious alley and wonderful box to live in as you take his social security and this is thanks you get.
Oh well least when he passed I can still collect his checks I'll just keep him in the walk in box nobody will know the difference .
Hey ******* don't talk to that nice old man like that.
A voice Interrupted me as I was about to remind father time he needed to sign his check duh how else do you think I fund the bar?
You really are a ***** Gonz you should be ashamed off talking and treating that nice old man so terrible.
I couldn't believe the gull of this women and although I was slightly distracted by her ******* I had to keep focused cause this story had to end some ******* time .
Miss first off may I say welcome to the Pub and you have a great rack.
***** you perve ! , She said in her angry yet I could tell she secretly wanted me cause I'm a totally delusional egotistical ******** writer who is really long winded and enjoys cheap laughs and even cheaper hookers but only in moderation like Jesus kind of sense .
What to much?
Well you haven't read **** yet kids .
Miss I realize you may view me as a totally kickass writer and dude that you secretly want to have a goodtime in the backroom with .
Drop dead **** ! the woman replied .
Yeah I could tell I was wearing her down.
What gives you the right to treat this old man so cruel?
Duh cause he's my family silly woman and it's not like I'm cruel to him
in fact I treat him great don't I grandpa?
I haven't eaten in four days .
The old man replied .
You poor old sweetheart the woman said as she put her arms around the old man as he began to cry what a total ***** .
It's okay I'll get you some help .
Oh thank you so much your such a nice lady .
What the hell !
I herd the woman say in a semi state of shock as she realized in her effort to comfort grandpa he had grabbed a handful of some tight **** .
Get your hands off me .
The woman shouted but grandpa was stuck to that women like a tight pair of jeans .
Come on sweetheart give pop pop some love.
The old demented ******* said.
***** this the woman said as she drove her knee about five miles into the old fart's junk.
The old man fell to the floor as all five of the regulars laughed and the dudes had to cringe .
You people are all insane ***** this place she said as she walked out the door .
The old man climbed the barstool in the woes of agony a frustrated climber trying to hit the peak of that really tall mountain that I cant recall it's ******* name oh yeah Adele .
Give me a ******* whiskey and a ice pack you little *******
I swear pops that act never gets old you alright?
I said as I poured the old ***** a strong one and handed him a steak.
What the hells the steak for ?
Duh the swelling ******* besides we got to thaw it out anyways
somebody ordered one from down the street and would it **** you to shave I'm just saying the owner of the site really already dislikes me enough already.
Yeah you kids are ****** up with your cellphones and computers and your shaved ***** give me the old days where men were men and weren't afraid to be men and smell like men not French ******
speaking of ****** dam I miss your grandma .
Yes the Gonzo clan it's so great to come from such a long line of misspelling drunken ***** loving perverts .
You know pops maybe we need to pick a new scam to run on the yuppies I don't think you can take to many shots like that anymore.
Hey are you saying I'm old ?
Well when the first boat trip you ever took was on the Mayflower I'd say so gramps .
Well did that order for the steak include any seafood?
No why?
I replied as I poured me and the old man another.
Well cause it looks like there getting some ***** with there steak.
Fin
Stay crazy hamsters
Gonzo
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC