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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
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
Stress Induced
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
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
The calm within a storm
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.
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Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
Life is chaos.
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
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
Tired Soul
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,
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
Eris
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.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
I think i think too much
Let me hear You are fine there Hope to see again
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
9/11
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?
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Do Not Waste Your Life Away
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
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
Rose Room
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.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
Between The Tall Grasses
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
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
A poem for whom?
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.
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
Crossroads
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...
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
Red, Dirt
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
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
Breathless Times..
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.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Delusion
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.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
Strange Phenomena We Find In A Great City
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.
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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
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Same Old ***** Gonzo
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
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