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Italian Sonnet

Italian Sonnet

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


In the Midst of a ConcertThe voice I could pick out in a large crowd,the rhythms I could likely hum during sleep,heard in pulsing beats that cause me ..
human, human, human

human, human, human

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


we are all unique to what we feel, who we are, what we've gone through. even when we are categorized in stereotypes there is variation among each pers..
When No Layers Remain.

When No Layers Remain.

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


When No Layers RemainOpening up to youis like shedding offlayers of myself one at a timeI’ve always wanted to get rid of those heavy disguises..
It will never get easier

It will never get easier

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


To those youngerA word of adviceLet me tell you something.The harsh truth is- it will never get easier.You’re young now and way more worry free..
Once in a blue moon

Once in a blue moon

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


Once in a blue moon your words get stuck in your throat and you have to look away from my gazeand once in a blue moon I wish you would crack open an..
Wishing we could help

Wishing we could help

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


I want to help so bad it hurtsI want to say something that will cheer you up and reveal to the world your smilebut you’re broke way past the p..
Your life is missing depth

Your life is missing depth

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


The only thing on your mind is the rise and fall ofgasprices, and other useless day to day activities with inadequate and frivolous consistenciestalki..
Just Some Sad Love Haikus

Just Some Sad Love Haikus

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


I know that I'll be the very one to ruin all I've ever loved I don’t deserve you Never have and never will Your love&rs..
death could come at any moment

death could come at any moment

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


“Pew! You’re dead,” say the little boys; death a quick notion of moving hands into faux guns and nothing to be taken seriously.When ..
Midyear Memory

Midyear Memory

A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos


I still remember the clothes I wore on June 30 because darling,how could I ever forget the way you looked at me in that red dress?I still remember the..