A lover of chaos... I, Entrophist.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Because for an Entrophist, Chaos is just a source of order.

Submitted: January 23, 2015

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Submitted: January 23, 2015



The Sun hides behind the clouds,

I hear the thunders from afar,

the drizzle falls gently on the grass,

my eyes water because of the sight.


Mother screams as the thunders get closer...

Sister trembles as the ground shakes...

The drizzle turns into a downpoor...

The breeze becomes a gust...

The storm is here...


I laugh...

Father looks at me confused.


Through the window we watch the trees bend over,

the streets become rivers...

Finally the storm has passed

it saddens me how it ended...so fast

I walk out of home

the sky is gray

trees destroyed...

houses demolished.


And I can´t help but to laught at such chaos

it´s so beautiful

so simple

yet so complicated.


Two weeks passed by

I stood on the roof as the gray clouds dismiss

Oh, Odile...

You were so fast... 

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