the chaotic chaos blew through our lives like a burgular out to get money. first, it took you, and then it took me. we were both swept away by the underlying current of our colliding lives. in the end, Chaos prevailed.
Jonny
filled the house with people coming in and out, dogs, cats, screatching birds all filling my ears. Kids each yelling to be heard over one another to grab attention.
connie
The chaos subsided around them, the two generals circling each other, swords drawn. It was now or never, despite their past, they could not allow the supposed tyranny to continue. It was the blonde who struck first, her eyes narrowed with her anger at her supposed lover.
wow, the one thing I aim to organize, yet, I seem to have no trouble finding it, regardless of where I place it, or maybe, it finds, and organizes me.
kk
There is no good time for it. There is no preparation great enough. Just when you least expect or desire it, there will it be. Chaos. Hello again, old friend.
Chaos, wow. That’s a good description for oneword isn’t it? The unpredictable shock factor in every one word you get fed. The inability to think on the spot is what gives me chaos. What gives you chaos? Now its your turn :)
When I was in the 5th grade, my red-headed, bitch of an English teacher, made us write 5 page fictional stories. My amigo Jake wrote his about our neighborhood, and entitled it “Chaos on My Street.” What the story lacked in substance, it made up for in tense changes, and I always thought “chaos” was pronounced “cha-hos.” Still do to this day.
chaos theory. chaos swirling through end zone, football player on the go, on the go go go, exlax lul. fiiiive miiiinutes; scrambled eggs through the mouth of my hair follicles. meow.
anna
i can see for miles
and miles into the distant sky
with those storm clouds churnin’
those prairie fields burnin’
and all that chaos turnin’
around and around again
the world ended in destruction. their houses went down in flames with their young children still inside.
Michelle
This is chaos. Every minute of this beautiful, ugly life we live. I hate her right now. She’s my best friend, and I’m so angry and could fall over and sleep. Chaotic. I miss her.
Choas was bestowed upon me as i zipped down my pants and whirled my fan dangler about in a giant circle, crushing king dongs ding dong with the almighty power of my shlong.
Chey
“Chaos Joanie. That’s my life,” I said into the phone. I never could understand how we were such great friends when we seemed to always be at odds. “Serious, serious chaos,” I repeated, hoping she could hear the emphasis on how bad things were at that moment.
Heather
i wish you could see into my eyes. i wish you could see.
chaos. my life. spinning around with no reason or rhyme. just wanting to find a way out. my head won’t stop screaming and ti makes me panicked and nervous. i’m so afraid
Audrey
disorder, craziness, and hell. and sonic the hedgehog you know the chaos emeralds. that was cool.
Jason
HE LOVES THE CHAOS OF THE ART HE PRODUCES.
WOOD, METAL , AND MESH ALL TOGETHER TO CALM HIS THOUGHTS.
It was chaos. All of it.
I looked around me, and could see nothing but leveled buildings for miles around. You know how the flat land levels off, and curves after 5 miles and you can’t see it anymore? That was happening.
In the city I used to love.
What happened? I didn’t know. I looked at my hands, and all I could see was mottled, burned flesh, and the blood from those around me. What happened?
Although everything around me had fallen silent, it was utter chaos. I had lost so many connections, so many people had fazed out of my life. And my own sinking depression that I thought would never happen to me.
Sweeping, bringing widespread destruction, you ascended. You brought pain, chaos, and sorrow. In your wake, children were left screaming and adults wondering ‘why?’ You laughed.
chaos. everybody goes through it. it is life. sometimes its fun, stressful, exciting but through it all we must keep out cool. chaos. even the word looks like chaos as you dont say it the way it is spelt.
Jordan
My heart’s in a chaos. I constantly want your heart beating next to mine, to hear the repetitive thumping of blood through your veins. I want your hands close enough for me to hold them. This chaos is only getting worse.
When an outsider looks at my bedroom, they only see chaos. They don’t see the well-read stack of books next to my bed, favorite outfits scattered on the floor, empty gift bags too nice to throw away, but not important enough to store. It’s easy to look when you’re not really seeing.
I don’t understand why you have to cause so much trouble, and pain and agony. I didn’t deserve the chaos you brought into my life, into this place. You don’t understand that beneath this facade, I’m hurting. Every day. Not constantly, but the pain persists. Do you not realize what you really do to me? I can’t explain completely how I feel because feelings have been supressed for way too long.
Kiana
is a river that flows the fish are crazy for existing in that river but maybe they thrive there maybe the world is the chaos and we are this fish, we thrive on chaos and the people who get eaten are the fish that get caught by the bear.
Sarah
what could be worst , and more fun at the same time. Some of it is better and than more of it. Plans need not to be it…
He gasped and dove under the bus stop bench, while newspapers whirled through the air, joined by organic debris crashing against the plastic walls. Somewhere he heard an animal cry in terror. Though the bench was enough to protect him from the hail, should it break through, he shut his eyes in fear of their impact on the ceiling.
Pain anger fear disappointment crushed I’m crushed it all hurts so much I’m so sorry I don’t know what to do what can I do? Blade to skin, cut. Blade to skin, blood. Blade to skin, chaos quiets in my head.
The office exploded into utter chaos. Somewhere the copier was still shooting out paper, the phone ringing, but no one paid the least attention. Instead, all they could see was the flames licking up the kitchen walls, and the secretary fumbling madly for the alarm.
Jules
in the beginning, there was chaos
a massive amalgamation of everything
or nothing.
Chaos. Some people think that the world will erupt into total uncontrollable chaos in the heat of human empathy and emotion. With passion we will fall into a routine of pure impulse and rashness. I think that the world will end with the loss of emotion, as chaos becomes so far away that innovation ceases to exist.
Abby
you are the chaos that controls my mind. here for a second and gone for a day. you come and go as you please, leaving me bound and stuck on my knees. how do i move forward when this chaos you create is holding me back in chains?
Chaos surrounded the penitent children, swirling in murky shadows around their terrified forms. It whispered horrors to them, calling to their darker natures and evoking the horrors of the world around them. They whimpered and clung to each other, their fears taking physical form around them. They cried.
confusion, anarchy, disorder, unruliness,a mind/country/classroom thrown into chaos when the control is lost.
the chaotic chaos blew through our lives like a burgular out to get money. first, it took you, and then it took me. we were both swept away by the underlying current of our colliding lives. in the end, Chaos prevailed.
filled the house with people coming in and out, dogs, cats, screatching birds all filling my ears. Kids each yelling to be heard over one another to grab attention.
The chaos subsided around them, the two generals circling each other, swords drawn. It was now or never, despite their past, they could not allow the supposed tyranny to continue. It was the blonde who struck first, her eyes narrowed with her anger at her supposed lover.
my throat is in chaos it hurts and acks and i fighting with me to swallow anything i cant even eat soup without pain its total chaos
wow, the one thing I aim to organize, yet, I seem to have no trouble finding it, regardless of where I place it, or maybe, it finds, and organizes me.
There is no good time for it. There is no preparation great enough. Just when you least expect or desire it, there will it be. Chaos. Hello again, old friend.
Chaos, wow. That’s a good description for oneword isn’t it? The unpredictable shock factor in every one word you get fed. The inability to think on the spot is what gives me chaos. What gives you chaos? Now its your turn :)
When I was in the 5th grade, my red-headed, bitch of an English teacher, made us write 5 page fictional stories. My amigo Jake wrote his about our neighborhood, and entitled it “Chaos on My Street.” What the story lacked in substance, it made up for in tense changes, and I always thought “chaos” was pronounced “cha-hos.” Still do to this day.
chaos theory. chaos swirling through end zone, football player on the go, on the go go go, exlax lul. fiiiive miiiinutes; scrambled eggs through the mouth of my hair follicles. meow.
i can see for miles
and miles into the distant sky
with those storm clouds churnin’
those prairie fields burnin’
and all that chaos turnin’
around and around again
the world ended in destruction. their houses went down in flames with their young children still inside.
This is chaos. Every minute of this beautiful, ugly life we live. I hate her right now. She’s my best friend, and I’m so angry and could fall over and sleep. Chaotic. I miss her.
All great changes are preceded by some amount of chaos.
Choas was bestowed upon me as i zipped down my pants and whirled my fan dangler about in a giant circle, crushing king dongs ding dong with the almighty power of my shlong.
“Chaos Joanie. That’s my life,” I said into the phone. I never could understand how we were such great friends when we seemed to always be at odds. “Serious, serious chaos,” I repeated, hoping she could hear the emphasis on how bad things were at that moment.
i wish you could see into my eyes. i wish you could see.
chaos. my life. spinning around with no reason or rhyme. just wanting to find a way out. my head won’t stop screaming and ti makes me panicked and nervous. i’m so afraid
disorder, craziness, and hell. and sonic the hedgehog you know the chaos emeralds. that was cool.
HE LOVES THE CHAOS OF THE ART HE PRODUCES.
WOOD, METAL , AND MESH ALL TOGETHER TO CALM HIS THOUGHTS.
It was chaos. All of it.
I looked around me, and could see nothing but leveled buildings for miles around. You know how the flat land levels off, and curves after 5 miles and you can’t see it anymore? That was happening.
In the city I used to love.
What happened? I didn’t know. I looked at my hands, and all I could see was mottled, burned flesh, and the blood from those around me. What happened?
theres too much chaos in the world
its disruptive to the world
the young children cry from the terror
its a horror
it is chaos
Although everything around me had fallen silent, it was utter chaos. I had lost so many connections, so many people had fazed out of my life. And my own sinking depression that I thought would never happen to me.
Sweeping, bringing widespread destruction, you ascended. You brought pain, chaos, and sorrow. In your wake, children were left screaming and adults wondering ‘why?’ You laughed.
…all day, every day.
chaos. everybody goes through it. it is life. sometimes its fun, stressful, exciting but through it all we must keep out cool. chaos. even the word looks like chaos as you dont say it the way it is spelt.
My heart’s in a chaos. I constantly want your heart beating next to mine, to hear the repetitive thumping of blood through your veins. I want your hands close enough for me to hold them. This chaos is only getting worse.
When an outsider looks at my bedroom, they only see chaos. They don’t see the well-read stack of books next to my bed, favorite outfits scattered on the floor, empty gift bags too nice to throw away, but not important enough to store. It’s easy to look when you’re not really seeing.
I don’t understand why you have to cause so much trouble, and pain and agony. I didn’t deserve the chaos you brought into my life, into this place. You don’t understand that beneath this facade, I’m hurting. Every day. Not constantly, but the pain persists. Do you not realize what you really do to me? I can’t explain completely how I feel because feelings have been supressed for way too long.
is a river that flows the fish are crazy for existing in that river but maybe they thrive there maybe the world is the chaos and we are this fish, we thrive on chaos and the people who get eaten are the fish that get caught by the bear.
what could be worst , and more fun at the same time. Some of it is better and than more of it. Plans need not to be it…
He gasped and dove under the bus stop bench, while newspapers whirled through the air, joined by organic debris crashing against the plastic walls. Somewhere he heard an animal cry in terror. Though the bench was enough to protect him from the hail, should it break through, he shut his eyes in fear of their impact on the ceiling.
Pain anger fear disappointment crushed I’m crushed it all hurts so much I’m so sorry I don’t know what to do what can I do? Blade to skin, cut. Blade to skin, blood. Blade to skin, chaos quiets in my head.
The office exploded into utter chaos. Somewhere the copier was still shooting out paper, the phone ringing, but no one paid the least attention. Instead, all they could see was the flames licking up the kitchen walls, and the secretary fumbling madly for the alarm.
in the beginning, there was chaos
a massive amalgamation of everything
or nothing.
Chaos. Some people think that the world will erupt into total uncontrollable chaos in the heat of human empathy and emotion. With passion we will fall into a routine of pure impulse and rashness. I think that the world will end with the loss of emotion, as chaos becomes so far away that innovation ceases to exist.
you are the chaos that controls my mind. here for a second and gone for a day. you come and go as you please, leaving me bound and stuck on my knees. how do i move forward when this chaos you create is holding me back in chains?
Chaos surrounded the penitent children, swirling in murky shadows around their terrified forms. It whispered horrors to them, calling to their darker natures and evoking the horrors of the world around them. They whimpered and clung to each other, their fears taking physical form around them. They cried.
is like my soul. drowning in oblivion. falling in desperation. meth is a hell of a drug. and 60 seconds is a very long time =/
the world didnt it come form chaos? Or does it seem that way with all of it coming and bubbbling in the world. That is chaos.