I like when people don't know
what they are talking about
when they say what comes to find
as in "finding order in chaos"

I cannot say it peaked my interest

but it was getting me their and there
sowhere me i was

I looked in chaos
I seen no order
no order was sought to be
found
I saw what did

everything is a mess
still was
and still will be
and everything outside chaos
blasphemy corrected

THAT AURA!
IT's JUST A LIGHT!
DON't THINK TOO DEEP INTO IT!
she exhales
inhales
exhales again
IT's JUST A LIGHT!
IT's NOTHING CLOSE
TO ALMOST GREATNESS!
somewhat exhaustivly she exclaims

Flooring me
when she ingorned me

Puttings her head down
she continues to use
her leading finger
pushing words on pages
trying to get a better
view as to why you
are you and this book
"God is not Great"
when he is
and you
I hate
with your newfound fate

This is not how
I remember catching you
reading this
peeking under the door
you on the floor
in the bathroom
Hiding
killing my fate
Lying
knowing not
what was my fault
not watering you
letting you rot
becomes whence
became
a drilling debate
that could have
honestly been
better off
had it went both ways

but your fate where
God is not great
you state
in Cali
you feel he failed you
I knew it


and

i

couldn't

disagree more

i tried half hazardly
but she apparently knew more a
bout why not
then i did the why should
and how come
what went
has now come
or how becomming
will leave again

She could not comprehend
this word
comprehension

I tell her
You see
you C

(Oh Dear God, I said this sarcasticaly. F me)

And
hastefuly she picks up a dictionary
impatienty stopping at B

Itching
creating scratches
creating more scratches
where other scratches need
not to be
itching on the war scratches
wear she wore out happiness
she loved to fight
without the belt of truth

Putting me on D
fencing off her tactics
I hated that
who spun a web on
our mattress
our mattress
I look
looking for my helmet
of salvation

dulling my blade
sharpless my wit
this one

those heels
the ones he bought her

Yes
she could fall
under
stood
feet over
petrified
wood
not work
she thought
without play
how would this work
finding chaos
unordered
at that point
I wanted to ignore her
I couldn't

so this is how come
we have been trying to sort out
our organized messes
I thought
watching them grow
painfully chaotic at times
rare as a parasitic
yet treasurably unmistaken
for any other to visit
of another the other
be between times time and what
really really matters

sharing love
carrying a hug
alone

and their you have it
watching time
turn for what happens

kissing off
we turn
it turns
we learn
what we can
when we want
or don't
and won't
forever how
tempered
longing we can
holding on
to our
own hands

Hi dear
I'm hear

with
five bayonets
on each of both hands

grasping the love
like no one hand

I'm so bored.

If I was as beautiful as you, I would not know how to get bored.



Have a Merry xMas!

Haha, thank you very much! Merry Christmas to you!

((( J ))))

As in all your writes they seem to touch me deeper than you may know,,, as this year ends and the new is upon us,, I wish you days filled with wonder
and nights filled with neon lights of yestur-year (lol) ya know what I mean,, may your life be blessed and your road not so bumpyyyyy ....
Your a brilliant writer

Much love & Light
Mom

very nice, the ending makes me think of Edward Scissorhands-

i liked it dude i agree very deep but mostly it made me think of the chaos that is mankind