HVR IS THIS CHAOS? combined your two prompts into ONE!
A POEM OR NOT … IT DOESNT MATTER!
THIS PIECE IS NOT A TYPLICAL ONE,
BORN OUT OF CHAOS,
IS CHAOS,
WILL LEAD TO CHAOS!
Writing is not what I do — it is what I chose over everything else. It is not a hobby, but rather a choice I make every day — to write instead, to stay here, to keep going.
If these words have hit you, a hot chaotic coffee would do. It is a permission to inexistence!
THIS IS CHAOS!
ARTICLE ONE
in our old dorm,
With lights fade,
Blanket spread
in Punk beds
Cheaply made.
We talk big talks,
there’s no shade
Come the truck
Sirens blowing
A silencing blade
ARTICLE TWO
handcuffed,
tied down
flash of speed,
across the town
Blood dripping
Color brown.
Boots on top
Kaki in their gown
Dictator’s orders
Crushing crown.
Destination?
Underground.
ARTICLE THREE
Same room from before
No beds, no fading light.
The floor the color red,
Decades of blood that bite.
Stingy walls surrounding us
“No more sleep tonight”
The militants toppling us
To the hell they invite.
Welcome so-called comrades
Having you is a delight.
ARRICLE FOUR
they brought their batons
Beating head and spine.
Sound of Bones crackling
DONT YOU BLEED HERE,
our fort, a HOLY SHRINE
Come have some food,
rotten flesh , now dine
We are seizing your sleep
Dreams here has a fine.
ARRICLE FIVE
Doctors intervened
Promising salvation
“An NGO sent us
a massive donation
We are taking you away
To a safe location.”
In their white gowns,
To a medical foundation
Same rooms with beds
Yet walls cause vibration.
Then the injection arrived
No more sensation.
Complete black out
For Infinite duration
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The burning fire caused the system to shut down
The sense of wellbeing offered
Slowly and gradually
Started tripping
Existence
XY XX
NULL
CHAOS TOOK THE STAGE
LOUD THUNDERS
THE SKY ESCAPED!
THE GROUND FELL!
YOU SAY “BEING”?
WHERE IS THIS GOD DAMN BEING?!!
WHERE?
WHEN?
WHO?
WHAT?
TIME AND SPACE
SWITCHED SIDES
BRIGHTING DARKNESS
DIMMING LIGHTNESS
SHUT THIS UNIVERSE
BUT BEFORE ALL THAT…
LIGHT A BURNFIRE!
TIE THIS FREIGHTED
SCARED DICTATOR!
PUT HIM IN THE CROSS
HANG HIS LIVING CORPSE
FIRE OF THE REVOLUTION
AT THE END PERSEVERED
CHAOS PAVED THE WAY…
TO ETERNAL REVOLTUON!
Author note:Not my typical writing, but tonight is a special night!
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Writing is not what I do — it is what I chose over everything else. It is not a hobby, but rather a choice I make every day — to write instead, to stay here, to keep going.
If these words have hit you, a hot chaotic coffee would do. It is a permission to inexistence!
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There is so much packed into a few lines or articles. I think I have enough background knowledge to figure it out, but you did so much with do little. I can't say too much else. It's an epic piece?
The fragmentation works, it reads like memory under pressure rather than a linear story. Each section escalates without needing to explain itself, and that restraint makes it heavier. The shift into “rescue” being just another layer of control is especially effective.