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Burning Chaos


They tell me that chaos
Is the absence
Of order;

But, I could disagree.
I believe that chaos
Isn’t the absence of order,
but more so,
It is the presence
Of undying emotion and sin.

I believe that chaos
Is a cruel
And unruly trick
That allows us to believe that
Everything is the opposite
Of what it should be.

Maybe chaos is the presence
Of our darkest selves.
Or a shadow of the deepest
Uncertainty.

But what is this destruction?

Chaos is
Pleasure without restriction,
Life without passion,
Desire without love,
Sadness without hope.

And maybe, just maybe,
The society we live in
Is the product of those
Dark
Monsters
That the ones before us
Set free.

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GreekMyth

I am a poet, 16, Junior in high school. I love poetry, and story writing. So yeah! Most of my poems you can find already on my blog: http://thebrightmissysunshine.wordpress.com

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