Crown of Chaos 6 - Self Doubt

From my own pit I shall attempt to rise

And make myself a wholly greater bloke

For being excellent is its own prize.

My wish to serve the greater good's no joke.

Sometimes I want to be the very best

like no one else can say they ever were.

I wish that I could say that I'll not rest

until my full potential has been stirred.

But all too often I am filled with doubt.

My psyche feeling fragile as a glass

To these ill thoughts, I say just this: “get out”

I came to write these sonnets and kick ass

These inner demons shall taste their defeat

I shall become a scholarly elite.

(The next sonnet can be found here).

Crown of Chaos 7 - It's Good to be The King

I shall become a scholarly elite

When I am coronated king of math

And all will awe when I lay pen to sheet

subjecting numbers to my righteous wrath.

In courts of physics I'll be crowned a duke

I'll master economics on a whim

My algebra will be beyond rebuke

To reach my dreams I would risk life and limb

What's that you say? That's not how science works?

There are no academic thrones to claim?

They must not tell the big fat stupid jerks.

You shouldn't hate the player, hate the game.

My school supremacy should not surprise

And if you disagree, then damn your eyes

(The next sonnet can be found here).

Crown of Chaos 8 - Beta

And if you disagree, then damn your eyes.

I'm sorry, that came out a little rude

For ev'ry slight I do apologize

I'd like my wit to be a bit subdued.

I'm not the type that purposely offends

Though I'm not sure I'd say that I'm polite

It's not that I'm averse to making friends

It's just that smalltalk never is alright

I feel I should apologize once more

This sonnet's flow is really rather weak

Transitioning is noticeably poor.

I guess I tried to say that I am meek?

Whoever wrote this mess is getting fired

I'm really, really, very super tired.


(The next sonnet can be found here).

Crown of Chaos 9 - Music

I'm really, really, very super tired

But as they say, the show, it must go on

I'll simply make the least effort required,

So now I guess I'll talk about some songs.

I'd say my fav'rite art, without a doubt

Is music, far surpassing poetry

For all we poets ever do is pout

Musicians master complex harmony.

My song collection's mostly soundtrack based

From games I've watched and anime I've played

Like ev'ryone, I think that my own taste

Is great enough that it should be conveyed.

Perhaps this use of time is not the best.

These sonnets must continue, nonetheless.

NOTE: The lack of rigor in the second half of the first quatrain (“effort” is incorrectly accented, “songs” only half-rhymes) is intentional, indicative of my lack of effort. Because I'm 3 meta.


(The next sonnet can be found here).

Crown of Chaos 10 - Commitment

These Sonnets must continue, nonetheless

I cannot let my efforts be for naught

If I write up an illegible mess

At least I'll say I gave it all I got.

I rarely stick with just one thing too long

I lack commitment; it's my greatest flaw.

Although I doubt that I would think it wrong

to say that I inspire too much awe.

But laying jest aside for just a bit,

There's something that I feel I must admit

So brace yourself, and find a place to sit.

I wrote this quatrain for the sound of it.

My hopes and dreams will be forever mired.

Until I make the effort that's required.

(The next sonnet can be found here).

Crown of Chaos 11 - Self-esteem

Until I make the effort that's required

I'll waste away my days upon the 'net

From dawn's first light to when I have retired

Instead of working I will merely fret.

Sometimes it seems I spend more time concerned

about the future than is good for me.

You'd think that after all these years, I'd learn

But I don't learn so easily, you see.

My humbleness should not be given heed

In truth I know that I am quite the best

I math gooder than all you ever see'd

I'm glad I got that burden off my chest.

While I am confident I can impress

At my potential I can only guess.

(The next sonnet can be found here).

Crown of Chaos 12 - Feelings

At my potential I can only guess.

But all my doubts have been expressed before.

It does no good to document distress

So of unpleasant things I'll speak no more.

But they are not so easily dismissed

Emotions Die Hard like they're John McClane

Despite all your desires that they desist

They do persist and put you through much pain

But feelings are not singularly bad

They give us hope and joy and Schadenfreude

Although it sucks that sometimes we are sad

Emotions are a fact we can't avoid.

But that's enough of that for quite awhile.

I hope to end these sonnets with a smile.

(The next sonnet can be found here).