Chaos
Hey everyone! This is a poem I wrote a few months ago, that I would like to share. The title is Chaos, and I wrote it based on a few personal experiences and a conversation I was once had with a friend in high school. I had said the crazy statement, "I sometimes wish someone would come to shoot up our school." Crazy right? I of course would follow up by stating I obviously don't want anyone to be hurt in anyway, but I just get a sort of high during times of chaos. After explaining this crazy feeling I have to my friend, I was surprised to find out, I wasn't alone. She too felt the same way. So taking this feeling I have and pairing it with personal experiences, I wrote this poem. I hope you enjoy. there is no word for a person who craves chaos. anywhere you search, you'll find many words that kind of fit, but not quite. maniac, mischievous, pandemoniac, discoridan, or just plain crazy. whether you're 9 and sitting with your misogynistic father and whisperin...