Chaos-My Captivating Muse
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Written: February 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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Brushing butter onto pastries,
squeezing crimson hues into the void
framing long days that slip into short years,
freckles and dimples waltz across familiar faces,
In the frame, a forlorn fresco flails,
A turbulent outburst has its consequences,
and guilt gnaws and darkens.
sifting love from anxiety,
right close to anguish,
purpose plunges into pandemonium peril,
crafting my own whirlwind cyclone.
I’m the architect of my chaotic riddle,
threads intertwine, and logic weaves
through layers of conflicts,
barefoot, I boldly navigate
amidst the chaotic confines of my mind.
A disjointed duet emerges,
driven by daring desires.
Consider the captivating allure.
that lies within chaos grasp.
Winding webs of sorrow
in a warped window
whisper their hidden marvels.
Pandemonium purrs playfully,
piercing as gusts of katabatic winds.
Strangling on chaos cruel breath.
An artisan of agony, I shape
the contours of turmoil.
Self-scrutinizing strife sparks smart choice.
A flea-bitten fog of chaos
flutters over a furious rock,
pours over a bottomless chasm,
Disorder and disarray are my loyal mates.
Chaos is my captivating fuel.
An empty abyss echoes with erratic visions,
and the enforced decree
fails to fetter a fierce refrain.
Bound by chains,
The narrow ambits stifle my scope.
Yet a serene vision shimmers.
beneath the chaotic surface.
Luminous outcomes eclipse
the peculiar paradoxes.
Carrying the bleeding burdens
the bittersweet troubles
of love's breakdown,
fearlessly facing fervent zeal.
Fabulous, fashionable flair
drives spirits toward splendid symbiosis,
seeking soothing warmth
to secure stunning successes.
Constructing confines,
We sketch straight lines.
scrutinizing shifting shapes,
sidelining shallow appearances.
Unshod on battered paths.
I wander within woven walls,
with wild, untamed yearnings,
tempted by turmoil,
I twirl to tumultuous melodies,
casting kismet to the winds.
Charming tunes call out.
to castaways caught in chaos embrace.
Tenacious times may not endure,
But resilient souls may not prevail.
as chaos claims us all.
With a clear awareness of wild worries,
I wholeheartedly welcome the clamor of chaos.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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