The faster he beat the air, the more chaotic they seemed to play.
Everyone following their own beat, toes tapping in irregular rhythms.
Melody and harmony intertwined in ways not intended by any involved in its creation.
Pushing those in the audience to cringe and squirm in their seats.
Obviously, the following ovation was intense. The musicians were kids after all.
Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
Shooting ideas onto the whiteboard
Plastering it with colorful words and diagrams
Leaving a chaotic schematic of creativity
And yet this work of art is unfinished
That’s why it is a blessing when it is erased, left waiting for the next time
Determine which pill you are going to take
Engage a chaotic future of tremendous highs and lows by selecting the purple pill
Calm down and have a boring life by selecting the orange pill
It comes down to choice of lifestyle
Don’t ask for a do over, this is a one-time offer world-wide
Everything comes down to this moment. What do you choose?
Maybe you feel life is a bit to chaotic lately
Everything keeps adding to the clutter of your days
So what?
Sometimes there can be beauty in the random
You just need to catch your breath and see it
Charging down the finishing straight
Yellow jersey amongst the cacophony of colors
Creating a chaotic dance of machines and men
Looking to master the course and each other
Every eye eventually bending towards the end in Paris
Perceiving the world through the lens of the soul
Ordering the chaos while making order more chaotic
Everything is their purview, and yet they focus on the basic building blocks
Those are love, loss, hope, despair and the building blocks of humanity
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Oscillating around her, trapped in her emotional gravitational field
Rotating in and out of her sunny disposition
Bob felt like their relationship was becoming too predictable
It changed and became chaotic and way more complicated
The moment a third body entered the picture
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Pulling emotions from words
Ordering them to be chaotic
Even to the point of creating order
Then gifting it to the world
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Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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