My life was once full of chaos. Every day was chaos. I’ve matured and learned, and the chaos is less and less.
john
nobody likes the look of it, or so we thought. when the sun shone through the pickled clouds, we all knew that it too could be a necessary ingredient to balance. so we let go and let it go.
chelse
If I were chaos in the skies I would be clouds shaped like nothing. I would be the one that almost looks like something but then has a weird growth out the side of my head or an ear that looks like a ladle instead. Then what would you do with me? How would you point me out as a perfect to your lover while lying on that blanket in the field?
stay-at-home-babe
Ten children ran around the house and backyard with chocolate cake stains and sugar highs as Tim’s seventh birthday party continued. It was an occasion known to any stressed mother in charge of pizza and confetti for three hours as no other than complete chaos.
My mind is a jumble of chaos and confusion. I don’t know where to turn or what to do. The pain and sorrow keep me here but the love of another keeps me moving. Where to turn I know not… I just live.
starts with a c ends with an s. adjective–craziness, mayhem… short word that describes many peoples lives.
used in a sentence “my life has so much chaos! today i had to drive down times square during rush hour!”
edna
If there was a mastermind behind this chaos, then he must’ve been a mad one, because this is a stage of madness.
Forgotten
A lot of things lead to chaos. Like when bears run out of the zoo. When they run out of the zoo they head straight for the grocery store where they eat all of the honey and turnips. If that isn’t chaos, I don’t know what is.
nothing works it’s all going wrong car won’t start and the sky will fall in no one can help you anymore but some enjoy it it’s not really chaos unless you don’t know what to do and even if you knew you couldn’t do it.
Yvette
The whole road was in complete chaos. There were flashing lights and crying children everywhere. What the hell was going on? Where was the hell was going on? Where was Bethany?
It was then that they all understood the answer to the question posed silently at the event of their births: What is the meaning of life? The chaos had been explained, patterns had been stretched through out it, and had deemed it: order.
Alexander Noyes
I still remember that sound (or lack thereof). I remember the high rises and the screaming city suddenly shutting the fuck up when you told me. In the spirit of universal balance, everything inside the boundary of my skull was reverberating, replacing the bustle that was so immutable just seconds before.
It wasn’t his theory, but felt like scientists came up with it especially for him. One thing leads to another, and first there’s a wink in a bar and the vibration caused by her made-up eyelashes travels and pretty soon there’s a monsoon in Malaysia. He’d been there, been part of the chaos created by those fluttering lashes and he’d felt the pleasure. And the pain. The rush toward destruction.
ThomG
From chaos you can begin to see patterns. The chaos theory itself is very interesting. In what looks like chaos can be found beautiful, intricate repetitions of design. And once you change the smallest part in the pattern. Then everything changes.
omg arrrrrrrrr what was that im sooo confused where do i go arrrr i can’t see omg what to doooo aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh WTF!!!!!!!!!! this is sooo hectic i can’t think alalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaa i am very stressed aahhhh
ROCHELLE
“CHAOS. Wasn’t that the name of the bad guys on “Get Smart?” Eileen asked as she prepped her Sub-Atomic Molecular Disturber. “Yep,” Jason replied as put the finishing touches on his brand new Freeze Ray. “And if we’re going to model our super villainy on anyone, it might as well be them.”
When you left, all there was left of me was nothing of what I was. My world was chaos, pain became me and life was dark. When you left me, it was all chaos, chaos and pain.
There is order and there is chaos, and when there is chaos, you could also think of it as anrchy. I think of a tv series called the tribe, because there were no grown ups and all the order disappeared. The youth was reckless and did a lot of stupid stuff and hurt each other. CHaos is also a thing I assosiate with guns.
Elise
“Chaos. That’s a good word to describe life right now,” she thought. “Hmmm… Chaos. Not in a bad way though, just that everyday is so darned unpredictable. No pattern, no routine. Chaos. And that’s alright for now.”
The state of the UK economy can be described as this.
Mat
life in paper, pencil & paint
Saugat Majumdar
life is chaos.
we’re all stuck running around,
no goal in mind other than to bump, slap, run, crush
into as many lives as we possibly can.
some try to organize it,
but in the end its the lovely chaos of life
and the destruction it creates
that makes it all worth living
Sydney M'kay
life is always an organised chaos
shrikhasgiwale
The clothes flew out of the drawer as my hands dug deeper and deeper, hoping for the telltale glimmer of some leftover change.
Colleen
messy
people
lost
theory
lost
world
Vicky
Life without it will be completely boring. Do you want to live in a perfect world without chaos? I don’t think so.
This word describes the opposite of order, the form and nature of the universe, beautiful and terrifying. Challenging.
Marcus Burtenshaw
When the red shirts went into their barracades, they were going to cause chaos. They had bamboo poles facing out on to the streets and this ended in tears. Lots of bombs going off and many people died because of it. Now was it the Army’s fault for going in so hard or was it the Red shirts fault?
Anon
chaos the amount of chaos in the world is tragic, so much, its unheard of in america to truly understand the amount of chaos if you are just a normal rat. it spreads further then our eyes and ears can see or hear. its everywhere . but it can be controlled.
Chops
chaos is a day to day thing. friends, family, children especially. cars driving, people running late, kids screaming, my life in general. being tired is chaotic. my son crying is chatoic. CHAOS!!!!!
Fawn
Chaos. Running through the streets. Where am I? Where am I going? Life is.. different. I’m not the person I used to be. I don’t know who I am anymore. It’s frightening in an interesting way. I’m discovering parts of myself that I never knew were there, and somewhere along the line, I found an entirely new person.
Lindsay Wright
Horns blaring, the drivers honking crazily in a hurry to get somewhere, I am glad I don’t have to rush anywhere. No pressing demands for my time. I have all the time in the world to observe the vehicles as they whir past me, avoiding each other in the nick of the time. At the intersection across me, someone is not so fortunate; a cab driver accidentally rams into an expensive looking vehicle as the light just turns red. An altercation ensues, each party coming closer to exchanging blows. A crowd gathers to add to the pandemonium. A newspaper boy sees the opportunity of making a few extra bucks and starts yelling the latest headlines in a bid to attract more customers. A bunch of street urchins, not to be left behind start begging, smiling their endearing smiles, eyes pleading, some point to their younger siblings perched on their waif thin hips, trying every trick in the trade to melt a heart and pocket a coin. An elderly lady with two kids in tow is bickering loudly with an auto driver over the fare, the younger one spots an ice-cream vendor and starts bawling when she refuses. Meanwhile a group of school kids on their way back home are squealing with mirth as they discover the joy of making faces at people across a glass wall. The waiter of the restaurant chases them away, swearing loudly. A traffic constable spots the reason for the disarrayed traffic and starts blowing his whistle.
“What a mess”, someone says. I smile and close my eyes, taking in the melange of sounds, trying to drown out the chaos in my mind. I find solace in the random chaos of the world.
Chaos promotes love. It compels a thinking man to seek the light, order, and expansion. The alternative is, well, chaos…entropy…implosion.
Danielle
complexity
A bizarre concept that still seems to escape my grasp, even at a breaths distance, it seems so far away.
Tantalize your delicious candy thoughts
Jusitn
my life since the age of 12 has been chaos. it is my middle name and by the time i am 30 yrs old it’ll be my first name. i wish it would go away. i just want calm in my life but chaos keeps kicking calms butt.
Isn’t it terrible to think that you’re just some insignificant piece of human that has stolen a minute of time from a life that someone’s already established previous to meeting you? My mind is chaos. uoy fo gnikniht pots t’nac i
My life was once full of chaos. Every day was chaos. I’ve matured and learned, and the chaos is less and less.
nobody likes the look of it, or so we thought. when the sun shone through the pickled clouds, we all knew that it too could be a necessary ingredient to balance. so we let go and let it go.
If I were chaos in the skies I would be clouds shaped like nothing. I would be the one that almost looks like something but then has a weird growth out the side of my head or an ear that looks like a ladle instead. Then what would you do with me? How would you point me out as a perfect to your lover while lying on that blanket in the field?
Ten children ran around the house and backyard with chocolate cake stains and sugar highs as Tim’s seventh birthday party continued. It was an occasion known to any stressed mother in charge of pizza and confetti for three hours as no other than complete chaos.
My mind is a jumble of chaos and confusion. I don’t know where to turn or what to do. The pain and sorrow keep me here but the love of another keeps me moving. Where to turn I know not… I just live.
starts with a c ends with an s. adjective–craziness, mayhem… short word that describes many peoples lives.
used in a sentence “my life has so much chaos! today i had to drive down times square during rush hour!”
If there was a mastermind behind this chaos, then he must’ve been a mad one, because this is a stage of madness.
A lot of things lead to chaos. Like when bears run out of the zoo. When they run out of the zoo they head straight for the grocery store where they eat all of the honey and turnips. If that isn’t chaos, I don’t know what is.
nothing works it’s all going wrong car won’t start and the sky will fall in no one can help you anymore but some enjoy it it’s not really chaos unless you don’t know what to do and even if you knew you couldn’t do it.
The whole road was in complete chaos. There were flashing lights and crying children everywhere. What the hell was going on? Where was the hell was going on? Where was Bethany?
It was then that they all understood the answer to the question posed silently at the event of their births: What is the meaning of life? The chaos had been explained, patterns had been stretched through out it, and had deemed it: order.
I still remember that sound (or lack thereof). I remember the high rises and the screaming city suddenly shutting the fuck up when you told me. In the spirit of universal balance, everything inside the boundary of my skull was reverberating, replacing the bustle that was so immutable just seconds before.
i’m living it..the ultimate…:(all arround me/us
It wasn’t his theory, but felt like scientists came up with it especially for him. One thing leads to another, and first there’s a wink in a bar and the vibration caused by her made-up eyelashes travels and pretty soon there’s a monsoon in Malaysia. He’d been there, been part of the chaos created by those fluttering lashes and he’d felt the pleasure. And the pain. The rush toward destruction.
From chaos you can begin to see patterns. The chaos theory itself is very interesting. In what looks like chaos can be found beautiful, intricate repetitions of design. And once you change the smallest part in the pattern. Then everything changes.
omg arrrrrrrrr what was that im sooo confused where do i go arrrr i can’t see omg what to doooo aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh WTF!!!!!!!!!! this is sooo hectic i can’t think alalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaa i am very stressed aahhhh
“CHAOS. Wasn’t that the name of the bad guys on “Get Smart?” Eileen asked as she prepped her Sub-Atomic Molecular Disturber. “Yep,” Jason replied as put the finishing touches on his brand new Freeze Ray. “And if we’re going to model our super villainy on anyone, it might as well be them.”
When you left, all there was left of me was nothing of what I was. My world was chaos, pain became me and life was dark. When you left me, it was all chaos, chaos and pain.
There is order and there is chaos, and when there is chaos, you could also think of it as anrchy. I think of a tv series called the tribe, because there were no grown ups and all the order disappeared. The youth was reckless and did a lot of stupid stuff and hurt each other. CHaos is also a thing I assosiate with guns.
“Chaos. That’s a good word to describe life right now,” she thought. “Hmmm… Chaos. Not in a bad way though, just that everyday is so darned unpredictable. No pattern, no routine. Chaos. And that’s alright for now.”
The state of the UK economy can be described as this.
life in paper, pencil & paint
life is chaos.
we’re all stuck running around,
no goal in mind other than to bump, slap, run, crush
into as many lives as we possibly can.
some try to organize it,
but in the end its the lovely chaos of life
and the destruction it creates
that makes it all worth living
life is always an organised chaos
The clothes flew out of the drawer as my hands dug deeper and deeper, hoping for the telltale glimmer of some leftover change.
messy
people
lost
theory
lost
world
Life without it will be completely boring. Do you want to live in a perfect world without chaos? I don’t think so.
This word describes the opposite of order, the form and nature of the universe, beautiful and terrifying. Challenging.
When the red shirts went into their barracades, they were going to cause chaos. They had bamboo poles facing out on to the streets and this ended in tears. Lots of bombs going off and many people died because of it. Now was it the Army’s fault for going in so hard or was it the Red shirts fault?
chaos the amount of chaos in the world is tragic, so much, its unheard of in america to truly understand the amount of chaos if you are just a normal rat. it spreads further then our eyes and ears can see or hear. its everywhere . but it can be controlled.
chaos is a day to day thing. friends, family, children especially. cars driving, people running late, kids screaming, my life in general. being tired is chaotic. my son crying is chatoic. CHAOS!!!!!
Chaos. Running through the streets. Where am I? Where am I going? Life is.. different. I’m not the person I used to be. I don’t know who I am anymore. It’s frightening in an interesting way. I’m discovering parts of myself that I never knew were there, and somewhere along the line, I found an entirely new person.
Horns blaring, the drivers honking crazily in a hurry to get somewhere, I am glad I don’t have to rush anywhere. No pressing demands for my time. I have all the time in the world to observe the vehicles as they whir past me, avoiding each other in the nick of the time. At the intersection across me, someone is not so fortunate; a cab driver accidentally rams into an expensive looking vehicle as the light just turns red. An altercation ensues, each party coming closer to exchanging blows. A crowd gathers to add to the pandemonium. A newspaper boy sees the opportunity of making a few extra bucks and starts yelling the latest headlines in a bid to attract more customers. A bunch of street urchins, not to be left behind start begging, smiling their endearing smiles, eyes pleading, some point to their younger siblings perched on their waif thin hips, trying every trick in the trade to melt a heart and pocket a coin. An elderly lady with two kids in tow is bickering loudly with an auto driver over the fare, the younger one spots an ice-cream vendor and starts bawling when she refuses. Meanwhile a group of school kids on their way back home are squealing with mirth as they discover the joy of making faces at people across a glass wall. The waiter of the restaurant chases them away, swearing loudly. A traffic constable spots the reason for the disarrayed traffic and starts blowing his whistle.
“What a mess”, someone says. I smile and close my eyes, taking in the melange of sounds, trying to drown out the chaos in my mind. I find solace in the random chaos of the world.
Chaos promotes love. It compels a thinking man to seek the light, order, and expansion. The alternative is, well, chaos…entropy…implosion.
complexity
A bizarre concept that still seems to escape my grasp, even at a breaths distance, it seems so far away.
Tantalize your delicious candy thoughts
my life since the age of 12 has been chaos. it is my middle name and by the time i am 30 yrs old it’ll be my first name. i wish it would go away. i just want calm in my life but chaos keeps kicking calms butt.
Isn’t it terrible to think that you’re just some insignificant piece of human that has stolen a minute of time from a life that someone’s already established previous to meeting you? My mind is chaos. uoy fo gnikniht pots t’nac i
in all this chaos, we found safety.
Chaos is beautiful.
IT simply is.
Never will anything else be so fascinatingly complex.
I love you.
my life. me.. this world.. my heart.. my mind.. myself.