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reydmh 13h
Aku mengikuti intuisi jiwaku intuisi jiwaku,
kemana masa depan membawaku?

sejenak kuberpikir kita hanya menari di bumi
ini hanya untuk sementara.
aku tahu impian ini cukup besar, maka
perkecil ekspetasi akan hal itu
tentang menjadi ayah yang baik
rumah yang luas dan nyaman,
kacamata coklat gagang yang patah,
itu tidak bertahan selamanya.

Aku keras seperti batu tebing, aku
melihat daun yang layu hingga mekar
mudah percaya dan naif tentang banyak hal,
banyak hal yang kutentang tetapi aku hanya diam dan lebih banyak mendengarkan.

dihantui perasaan kehilangan berlebihan
dan perasaan bersalah tentang banyak hal,
dan aku benci film romance
yang berkendara di tepi pantai,
anak kecil yang nakal,
berita hoax,
kedai kopi yang memutar lagu terlalu keras,
sate yang belum matang,
semut, dan wanita yang menari di tempat umum,
tabel - tabel membuatku bingung,
drama tentang pria ideal juga membuatku muak,
Netanyahu keparat dan pembunuh.

2025
reydmh
Before there was EVERYTHING
–there was NOTHING

A quiet void of endless,
POTENTIAL


And in that nothing,
–there was CHAOS

If God isn't your EVERYTHING
–then you are left with NOTHING

And to exist in such a state,
is to dwell in CHAOS!
Zelda 1d
standing somewhere stunning,
but instead of awe or excitement  
that deep, hollow loneliness festers.

couples pose under the Sistine Chapel —  
bet they're hoping for happily ever after.  
I'm wondering who'll cheat first.

and maybe, yeah, deep down  
I wish I was part of the —

Carnival —
rollercoasters screaming,  
cotton candy sharing,  
walking past the merry-go-round.  
I'm the wheel going-round-and-round.  
There's only one way off, another round.

oh yeah, deep, deep down  
I wish I was part of the —

Chaos
a small, stubborn spark inside  
reaches —  
and it stings. it stings so bad.

What's the point?
I can feel it standing on my chest
What’s the point of somewhere stunning?
If you're standing all alone

oh, if you're looking for me,  
I'm crying in the church  
on some random Wednesday  
bending God's deaf ears.

I've never been very good  
at convincing people  
I matter,  
that a connection with me  
is worth their time.

oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.  
oh, I'm a stranger.  
oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.  
oh, I'm a stranger —

standing somewhere stunning,
May 2, 2025
Cosmic fingers sketch the void—
A dance of stars: serene, destroyed.
Beast and man in fleeting union,
Flesh and thought in strange communion.

Birds cry out with cryptic voices,
Hearts pulled toward endless choices.
What was truth now slips its tether,
Lost in tides that bind no weather.

Nations build with fear’s direction,
Walls of pride, not true protection.
Martyrs rise in flawed succession,
Stone to dust in slow regression.

Yet when the dreamers pierce the haze,
And light ignites the fractured maze—
As planes give way to boundless vast,
Your breath becomes the world at last.
When Dreamers Dare is a philosophical and visionary poem that explores the tension between chaos and creation, illusion and awakening. Set against a cosmic and societal backdrop, it traces humanity’s struggles—internal, political, and existential—while ultimately celebrating the transformative power of dreamers who transcend limits to illuminate new realities
Breann Apr 21
You praise the petals — bright, unbruised,
not knowing how the roots once lost their way.
I showed you one, still tangled,
and you turned your gaze — ashamed for me.

Must I always blossom,
always shine like stained-glass grace?
Is the wilt too wild,
too human for your taste?

I crave the chaos —
a glass too full, a night too loud,
a choice I’ll hate come morning,
but one that made me real somehow.

Time slips like wine down linen,
and sorrow is too thick to sip alone.
I want to dance where halos melt,
where saints forget their tone.

Let me live,
not just in your curated light —
but in the aching, messy dusk
where even rebels feel alright.

Will that steal my petals’ worth?
Or prove they bloomed despite the dirt?
This World is FULL OF CHAOS,
IT IS  ABSOLUTELY INSANE,
I plead the BLOOD OF JESUS,
TO PLEASE PROTECT US, IN HIS NAME,
THINGS ARE JUST OUT OF ORDER,
IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE,
The DAYS are GETTING SHORTER,
A WORLD THAT'S FULL of SUSPENSE!!
LIFE is getting HARDER,
CHAOS IS EVERYWHERE,
A WORLD that's FULL of DISORDER,
PEOPLE DOING STUFF WITHOUT A CARE,
YOU REALLY JUST DON'T KNOW,
THERE IS NO WAY OF ESCAPING IT,
IT'S EVERYWHERE WE GO,
LIKE IN THE STREETS, ON THE NEWS,
GIVING US PO FOLKS NOTHING BUT THE BLUES,
SOCIAL MEDIA and the WORLD WIDE WEB,
The CHAOS IS REAL AND ON THIS WE DREAD!!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/18/2025
souletry Apr 19
By the time earth is finished making it’s.   rounds
on all sides of the sun
my brain has already calculated twice a billion ways to stretch myself thin between
the moon and the stars.
I’ll settle for the ambivalence that links
my emotions and the atmosphere;
to submit to the gravity of what the world
could be.
All while knowing who I should be,
I float higher and higher in the opposite direction .
So the empyrean can cradle my chaos,
quietly without judgement.
The only reason I live is for the credible fact
we will all return back into stardust
and be spread out equally between all corners of the sky.
the good ones go if you wait too long.
Izan Almira Apr 13
I found an order in the chaos,
a home inside the rubble
that I had turned my room into.

I hid inside my books,
trying to find somewhere where I belonged
in a place that had never been mine.
Faith Cubitt Mar 31
we were testing every limit we could get our hands on....
it was like we could not survive without chaos.
it was always us dancing in burning building,
threatening the lightning,
coasting that gray line between life and death.
you'd push and I'd pull....
we fought like cats and dogs.
we blamed the world for it's shallow trick's it played on us....
but we were already way off the deep end,
crashing through the surface of everything we wanted to be.
how can you save someone when you thought they were supposed to save you?....
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