tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34048712475698536282024-03-08T13:37:35.049-08:00Chaos Painted MasterpieceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09516584748102344586noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404871247569853628.post-27993989623941459252012-04-16T20:28:00.000-07:002012-04-16T20:28:17.935-07:00January Winds<div style="text-align: center;">
Baby it's cold outside, but not as cold as your heart,<br />these January winds have nothing on you.<br />Red heart turns to black, start in on your attack,</div>
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the words cut viciously like freezing rain, on my naked back.<br /><br />Do you remember? Can you remember? All the memories.<br />The laughter and tears, all those words so sincere; <br />adding chapters to our story. (<i>I never thought it'd end.</i>)<br /><br />The pages turn again,<br />the bottles all still sit in the same place,<br />just taking up space, rubbing your desertion in my face.<br />This isn't the way I planned,<br />I know we were never meant to be,<br />but God it felt like you wanted me.<br /><br />Play until my fingers bleed, sing until my heart concedes defeat from your deceit.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09516584748102344586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404871247569853628.post-76146195950298713032012-02-10T12:45:00.000-08:002012-02-10T12:46:24.933-08:00a perfect dysfunction...<div style="text-align: center;">i want to stop</div><div style="text-align: center;">be still</div><div style="text-align: center;">wrap myself into you</div><div style="text-align: center;">feel you around me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">breath on my neck</div><div style="text-align: center;">i want every part...of you</div><div style="text-align: center;"> ugly perfection</div><div style="text-align: center;"> parts that make me hate you</div><div style="text-align: center;">love you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i cannot stand to be with you</div><div style="text-align: center;"> without you</div><div style="text-align: center;">the very thought kills me</div><div style="text-align: center;">from the inside out</div><div style="text-align: center;">flesh aching</div><div style="text-align: center;">for a simple mindless touch</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">perfect dysfunction...</div>Samantha Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08760821498954527655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404871247569853628.post-79181061180226012172012-01-24T15:30:00.001-08:002012-02-06T10:25:18.759-08:00The BeginningFor a few years now I’ve had an idea. An idea that turned into a song (work in progress), and now it’s turned into a blog/movement. It’s not really new, it’s just something that’s rang true to me through the past few years. It’s called “Chaos Painted Masterpiece.” The theory being that everything beautiful in life is created from chaos. You might be in the middle of a personal life crisis and may not have the ability to see it right now, but a few months from now, or even a few years from now you’ll look back at whatever it was you’re going through now and see a reason for what happened. And then you’ll probably do what I did. You’ll have an “ah ha!” moment as I like to call them. A realization that whatever it was that you went through shaped a piece of you in a way that nothing else could have.<br />
This blog is dedicated to that very idea. To those of you out there who are struggling, or wondering “why me?” or fighting just to get through to the next day.<br />
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It’s for those people to see that there are others out there, just like them, who have battled and made it through.<br />
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It’s for those who have come to a realization that they themselves are a progressive <i><b>Chaos Painted Masterpiece.</b></i><br />
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-Mike<br />
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