"kaos" poems
The Big Boss
My manager is a locust brain
He doesn’t know what he’s doing
My manager is a locust brain
The job is kaos when he’s in charge here
My manager is a locust brain
Production takes a dip under him
My manager is a locust brain
He got the job by kissing arses
My manager is a locust brain
The supervisor is much more skilled
My manager is a locust brain
I ignore him due to his utter ineptitude
My manager is a locust brain
Even the toilet cleaner hates him!
My manager is a locust brain
Because he can’t read or write
My manager is a locust brain
Due to his lack of experience and *****
My manager is a locust brain
Simply because he’s my manager
My manager is a locust brain
And we’re gonna set him on fire!
My manager is a locust brain
Is my manager no longer cos he’s dead!
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC
Coined Up
Maybe we will all be dead in 6 months
Due to being jabbed up with the vac
Which was to stop the CCP Virus
But it backfired due to the mushrooms
Which are a toxin and **** in many ways
Only the rabid anti vaccers will live
In a kaos driven world of lunatix
Do you want to exist then and there?
Toss a coin get a jab wait and see
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 3:48 PM UTC
jeg bevarede roen
lige indtil jeg river mine
nye nylonstrømper
på et rusten søm
husk dit pas og
husk din frakke
det kan være koldt
og måske vil det
regne men vi
ved det ikke så
husk også en paraply
jeg drukner i ord
om blå sygesikring
kommafejl og fejlagtige
billeder på snapchat
med misforståede ord
så jeg sætter mig
på tæppet
og er ligeglad
mens jeg ser mine
følelser gå
op i røg
og slukker
for min
kaos maksine
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Quick to anger, quicker to hate
Leaves nothing up to fate
Fate fails time and again
So destiny did he take into his own hand
Never again will love be lost
Never again shall his heart be covered with frost
Running around for eons, not having a home
Finally a place to settle, a love to call his own
Kaos knew no love for so long
He knew that is must've been wrong
To not have someone by his side, bringing order to all he has wrought
He lives now, still, and cannot be bought
Kaos the Wolf, he is known to almost none
But The God of Chaos he is, as Odin named him so
Kaos remembers all, yet cannot say 'no'
When the Allfather beckons and calls
Kaos knows he must listen, lest he causes his own fall
Chaos must be caused there is no other to do it
So Kaos raises his head and howls out remembering every bit
To his love, his mate, Kaos looks, tears in his eyes
Waiting for her to beckon and tell him they'll never say their goodbyes
All is well as she pats his head
"Silly wolf, I'll never leave your side," she said.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
det kan mærkes i maven og hjertet
det gør ondt som bare fanden
det kommer i jag og forsvinder langsomt
denne tomme følelse af noget
der burde være der men ikke er
denne tomme følelse af savn
til noget man ikke kan sætte en finger på
savn af selskab, savn af kram,
savn af nogen der mærker på min sjæl
savner ikke den overfladiske socialisation
hvor jeg pænt sidder og lytter
for sådan er jeg opdraget
”bla bla bla, mine problemer bla bla bla,
men hvordan har du det egentlig, Maria?”
min svar er altid ”det har jeg ikke tænkt over”
for det har jeg ikke, det er ikke en løgn
har travlt med at få styr på alt det lort
som folk bliver ved med at læsse af på mig
alle deres problemer med boligselskaber,
mennesker de ikke kan lide, pengeproblemer,
drengeproblemer, arbejdsproblemer,
skoleproblemer, venneproblemer
jeg er træt
og det er først når jeg er alene
at jeg kan mærke hvordan jeg har det
mærke mig selv og mærke ensomheden
mærke min sjæl
og den skræmmer mig
jeg ved ikke hvem jeg skal sige det til
eller hvordan jeg skal forklare det
”hej, jeg har det ad helvede til,
der er en klump af kaos, ensomhed og
noget andet ubeskriveligt der trykker
inde i min mave”
for hvad ville folk ikke tænke
Maria er altid glad, *** vil altid lytte
*** smiler frejdigt og laver hendes ting
men sådan er jeg slet ikke
jeg er i stykker
(Marolle)
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
Blodsprængte øjne, fordi sprittens syndere
befamler min krop.
Længslens læske drikke, af blod, sved, og kaos. KLAMT.
Væsken danser ned i svælget, ombestemmer sig ikke.
Smagen er KLAM, følelsen ligegyldig. Endeløs og ligegyldig.
Jeg har diskofjæs, Grønne, røde, og blå lyssilhouetter
banker på ydersiden af mit indre.
Gid du var ligegyldig!
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
This sorrow compleats me
like fuel to the flames
you anger it feads me
I'll forever play you're games
I'm barried in kaos
and I not break free
or dig myself a little hole
so that I mat breed
I'm suffercated from you
you've swon thes bright eyes blind
now I'm invisabul
Without you
you're the only thing that's mine
this sorrow it is me...
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 3:38 PM UTC
Jeg er farveblind
Men holder for rødt
Mens du får fartbøder
For grønt
Og ensomheden ikke skænker noget i dit ellers tomme glas
Den skænker og overfylder
Mit i forvejen fyldte glas
Hvori min nedtrykte jalousi befinder sig
Den overfalder mig
Og jeg snubler i ord
Som kun tænkes i tanker
Et virvar
Et kaos
Et uendelig langt forspring
Som jeg
Aldrig
Ville kunne indhente
En undskyldning
For en manglende egenskab
Som jeg kun ejer svagt
Som du kun ejer kraftigt
Jeg ved det
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
The death of discourse on
the minds of elite professors,
free speech slain-
highly educated zombies.
feeding on
un-maturated brains
Safe spaces created with
the mantra- see no evil,
hear no evil, speak no evil,
all the while inciting
riots and kaos, fomenting
campi upheaveal
Learning being crucified
the latest fad-
intellectual suicide...
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
Mig, jeg kaster skovle efter angsten
Kaster mig ud i diverse dårlige ideer
Kaster kroner i brønde der alligevel er tørre
Kaster karamelpapir til fuglene så de dør
Så de mærker alle andres lidelser og længsler
Kaster konkylier tilbage i havet fordi de
ikke skal have lov til at være andetsteds
end hvor de hører til
Kaster kabaler i kloakkerne så de kalder på mig
i takt til klapsalver
Klapper ude af takt
Klapper du af mig når jeg kvajer mig?
Klapper du af mine dårlige ideer og
konsultationer med kroppens
indre kaotiske kaos
Når jeg ikke selv kan konfrontere mig
selv?
Knuser kantstenens kølige, spørgende higen
efter mit latterlige liv
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
Born to the certainty of dying
Then where is the reason for trying?
Striving to keep and guard this already lost life
Is it the yearning to live for just another day?
Or an effort to evade death?
- A lost battle even from the onset -
Or the fear of death itself?
I say, it is because man was not meant to die
But looking at the cards in hand
Die we must
Then why all the fuss?
We are a people like that.
The tricks life on us
He puts us into different skin tone
Different tongues
And places us on different points of the earth
The subtle differences that have turned us into gladiators
Earth the arena
And life the emperor.
Our clashes and wars
His entertainment
Our sorrow and pain
His pleasure
The differences that should've been complementary
Have brought us immeasurable kaos and calamity
We are a people like that.
Imagine a world where everything is the same
Gender, human beings only dividing line
But everything else, the same
Same skin tone and tongues
Same faces and same names
All men called Johns
And women, she-Johns
Imagine the boredom of such a monotonous world.
I guess being different is beautiful after all.
And maybe, that is why we are a people like that.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Neutralnost je neutralna. Nije mir ni kaos, već nijedno. Nije bog ni bez boga. Nije ni jedno. Nije ni sreća ni ljubav ni tuga ni mržnja, već ni jedno. Informacija i znanje, ignorantnost i podatak. Isto je. Postojiti ili ne. Isto je.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
skarp sårbarhed
du stikker dig selv
det, at du ikke kan få mast dig selv ind i denne verdensorden
er et sundhedstegn
det klæder ham at blive forladt
brudstykke
alt for mange lider af planlægning
nutidens dagsorden:
eliminer kaos, impuls, LYST
done!
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
He was the one to bring us together.
How symmetric for the same to draw us apart.
A shifting magnetic field.
Once positive. Then not.
How odd.
What went in came out.
Nothing gained nothing lost.
But the matter itself - a kaos.
Like a storm.
Inside you feel change.
But at the end nothing lost nothing gained.
All the same matter, just scarred, rearranged.
Was the fight worth the storm?
Was there a point?
If it took away
the friends that it brought?
I thought he was the story.
Really, he was just the opening shot
that started the battle
of the beautiful friendship of us.
Like a hot day, like a cold night
seemed it would always last.
But finally, also like them
the same <he> brought <it> to an end.
Like a storm.
Inside you feel change.
But at the end nothing lost nothing gained.
All the same matter, just scarred, rearranged.
Was the fight worth the storm?
Was there a point?
If it took away
the friends that it brought?
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
A wolf named Kaos runs to and fro'
Howling and bellowing this wolf needs his home
Unlike Odin's wolves, Geri and Freki, Kaos cannot live on blood and wine alone
Kaos lives on his love and home, far from being alone
The wolf named Kaos cannot live on blood and wine alone
The wolf named Kaos needs his love, and needs his home.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
et behov for noget ukendt
ukontrolleret,
ukontrollerende
ønsket om ændring
om kontroltab
om kaos
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
Aşkın
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fakat
ayrılığın kısalttığına eminim..
Kaç
yağmur kaldı yüzümüzde
toprağa düşmeyi bekleyen?
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC