chaostude

[chaostude]

Facade

it’s a shame how less of a human i feel, isn’t flaws and death a part of it? my smile is a link i created with you No, it is my innate nature now. A clown is what I have become, every move i make has to make you smile I am a failure otherwise.

it’s a shame how less of a human I have become, my own empathy has become my sin. aren’t my emotions supposed to make me humane? So, I become a clown with a script I make the world my stage and you my volunteer, every word I say has to make you feel I am a failure otherwise.

I am No longer human, my morality is my only existence that’s enough, even the gods are jealous I am scared, so I choose to live, every breath I take has to be mine I have to live, whatever's left of life, consume all of it. I am a failure otherwise.

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Misogyny

you look like a pathetic little human when I see you, I see hate when I see you, I see impurity when I see you, I see a coward

a person totally weak to handle these humans around her. I see nothing but eyes of lust and crime around you I pitty you I insult you the idea to sit quiet in a room full of tantrums disgusted by you the view of not raising your voice in a room full of lies poisoning to me

Oh, how i feel to rip those breasts take away the womenhood you stand rigid to Oh,how i feel to tear that thing below you so people know the lust is nothing but a ruptured eyesight they feed Oh,how i feel to burry the mind within earth so god could cry

Oh,how i feel to break the mirrors for once and for all so I can't see you anymore.

~ Shradha Mohanty

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The World Is Burning

People are not that kind People are just not good to each other Lonliness spreads among us faster than cancer Ignorance we breed grows faster than a flower in a storm Hatred teaches us strength and people don't become kind anymore.

A knife,a stone, words, a mechanist, a woman, a kid, a man and people are not that kind riping into our souls, killing the solitude one craves happines one sows. smiles are brutal lurking in the light and preying in the crowd. and people are just not good to each other.

The fishes,sharks,turtles,whales are not venomous it's the god damn water! the people who you wanted to help the people who you wanted to love the people who you wanted to heal and i am left alone on the pavement nobody cries nobody even notices but i see them standing right there and people are just not good to each other

I ask the kid in the frame who asked her empathy? who asked her kindness? people are not kind to eachother

The world is burning and the water is venomous.

~shradha mohanty

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A Proposal

I look up at the sky to wonder where I am going to land, Heaven might be a beautiful home,

This Earth they say you have created is a also one hell of a place, beautiful I might add

Can you hear these sounds of breathing?

Can you feel this breeze up your face?

Oh, how I feel to swallow this whole in me, feel every second of life in me

How beautiful can you be?

there are no answers.

I have never seen you , some claim to

I have just felt you, in the eyes of a pretty lady, in the charm of a gentleman, in the kindness of the kid across the neighbourhood, in the love of the person I could never confess to, in the wind, in the rain, in this very soul of me.

Oh how I feel you everywhere.

But then I wonder can you feel me too? when I walk on the very soil you created, Can you hear me? when I light the lamp asking you to give your hand, can’t put aside my human nature

forgive me.

So?

Will you come with me?

If heaven get’s lonely sometimes

come down ,let’s have a drink

god, it’s an invitation.

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I woke up this morning

I woke up this morning

loud.

a heavy fog, enough to suffocate one

clouding in me all these years.

A desire for to fit in , a socialite.

now having my phone on silent

I woke up this morning

tantrums.

I could hear my grandma whining about how dirty the room is

how hot the weather is.

I woke up this morning

It was raining.

No friends I can speak to, sometimes it’s a necessity.

a slight urge for them to show care

I am selfish is what I realize.

I woke up this morning

the weather did not matter anymore

my grandma still scolding the maid

I guess, I could not hear them anymore

My phone did not ring like before , It was no more silent.

friends a idea too alien to consider.

I stared at my celling , thoughts out of track.

I felt numb.

I woke up this morning

nihilistic.

~ @chaostude

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timeless encounter

I never believed in god. I never could Nothing really goes my way It never did

A man who left me, making me question my own existance a role that needed to be played I never believed in love.

But I saw it in her eyes The day she held me in her arms till now the man she has made me.

A little boy afraid of the world A young adult sick of the society An adult I ought to be

To make you happy. To make you see the man I will be

I guess I am your son after all.

~ chaostude

for a certain someone

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twisted curse.

~ chaostude

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these filthy creatures

these filthy creatures,

believing the world might just end right,

life will go on when they know it will end eventually

it’s all a fairytale ,the castle was always there

the cinderella will find her shoe

the money will arrive

people will be there for you and so will you

time is forever

the cries are justified and unfair

their screams are terrifying yet delightful

these filthy creatures,

will they ever know? will they ever ask? will they ever see? will they ever care?

 youngsters trying to wear different shoes,

yet polishing them with the ones used to replace them

will they ever learn?

these filthy people,

will they ever understand the filth they have consumed?

-@chaostude

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One Day

One day, when the sorrow I thought,

 but the emptiness she felt passes,

We will meet again  miles beyond life....

we will be home again....

build our house....

were we could cherish the memories you left.  for me...I .will be alone 

 But she will live  

stay with me 

heal with me 

cause only she knows the way that I break....

One day we must meet again.......

I will grow old but you will shine bright...  

One day it will end eventually cause it was our first love.

-@chaostude

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