Novel & Cerita Beautiful Chaos Poetry

It was as if they stood at the nexus of multiple realms, each one a mere step away. Liora, her eyes reflecting the myriad of hues, whispered, "It's more beautiful than any tale ever told of Meranthia." Zephyr, always cautious, replied, "Beauty often hides danger. We must tread carefully." As they ventured forward, the landscape shifted around them, ever-changing like the surface of a churning sea. One moment, they were amidst a verdant meadow with flowers singing in harmony; the next, they stood on the edge of a vast, shadowy chasm with whispers echoing from its depths.

Why did I watch her cry like one watches a storm, fascinated by the pure force of the tempest, even a tiny one? I stand up, disturbed by the course of my thoughts. I go to the built-in bar, pour myself a cognac, swirl it in the glass. The alcohol burns with a comforting familiarity. She is dangerous. Not because of a knife. But because of this… crack she opens in me. This tendency to question myself. A predator does not question itself. It acts. It possesses. It consumes. I turn, leaning against the bar, and watch her again. The sunlight at this altitude gives her a pale halo around her chignon. She is beautiful, with a broken beauty that is more troubling than perfection. She is the chaos I

Chaos’s voice softened further. “The feelings of love lost when a heart is broken.” A strange warmth spread through my chest. “We are not empty.” The darkness around us pulsed gently. “We are full.” The shadows shifted like a living sea. “We are a sanctuary. A sacred space.” My breathing slowed as the truth of those words settled into my bones. “We are the shadows that walk the earth when the sun stands high.” The darkness above us flickered. “And the stars that shine above when the moon rises.” Chaos stepped back slightly, giving me space as the void continued flowing into my body.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

Any object that charms or dreams Gets its clarity from women; The white pearl, without Eve, Without you, my proud beauty, Resembling, all ugly, To my love that flees from you, Is no more than the disease Of a beast in the night A POEM BY VICTOR HUGO naked woman, black woman Dressed in your color which is life, in your form which is beauty I grew up in your shadow; the softness of your hands blindfolded my eyes And now, in the heart of summer and noon, I discover you, Promised land, from the top of a high charred pass And your beauty strikes me right in the heart, like the lightning of an eagle

Chapter Ten Xeenalah's Point of View Cold. That's the only thing I can describe to where am I. Because of too much coldness, I opened my eyes quickly. I saw the blue-oceanic color of the sky and I just realized the we're in the road. I stunt. What?! I slept here?! Those bastards! Tsk. What do you expect, Xeena?! Theyre enemies, don't hope that they will help you... And for that, I stopped of what I thought.

Kitang-kita ko kung pano ito tumilapon at magpagulong-gulong sa kalsada. Unti-unting tumulo ang mga mata ko. Bakit ganun?! Iniwanan lang namin siya pansamantala, pero bakit ganito agad?! Lord! Hindi ba parang nagiging malupit ka kay Xzy?! Bakit kailangan isabay-sabay niyo po?! Balak niyo na po ba siyang kuhanin sa'min?! Wag naman po! ~Even the starts need the dark, need the dark, to shine

space that had carried the weight of a hundred worlds. And then, she felt it. A beat. Faint. Erratic. Unpredictable. The most beautiful, messy "Noise" in the universe.

With his blurry eyes, he saw Jeyrin who was on the ground, barely breathing and the tyronimic and Certoanas which were watching everything play before their eyes. Gradually, he began to fade and soon... ** “The prophecy says; When the firmament becomes filthy with barbaric bats, And the ground begins to revolt by Sputtering out appetizing a liquids and enticingly galling skeletons, scamper off to your secure nests, dear humans, And inhale every feeling of protection. For within the space of two heartbeats, The "sanctuary" feeling will be lost In the chaos for tranquility. But all should be well,

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.