Best Destructive Poems
SELF DESTRUCTIVE
The lies,
I laugh
I look at you
I can't stand you
I hate you
I can't believe you
I can't believe it!
How I allowed
You in my life
Almost your wife
Cut me
Deep with this knife
Self destruct
Eat it and weep
As you read
About my new love
Distance is just a mass
I close my eyes
To kiss him
I close my eyes
And you disappear
Oh! My God.
My eyes are open
Take me so far away
Into another place
I don't need this disgrace
I don't want to be crazy
Or labeled insane
Like a crazy train
Explain the new love I found
I love the sound
To be in your arms
Not in his shadow
I plead to you
I bleed for you
I try to run into you
But the more I stay
I can't turn away
My life's is set on,
Self destruct
You are my everything
He is my nothing
With you my heart sings
With him it suffers
You are my tune
He is my off note
You bring light to my moon
He brings me darkness with doom
Blow me up
To spill my cup
A self destructive life
A dagger- a knife
Just kill what is left
Deep inside my chest
Then I found you
You took me
You shook me
You removed this isolation
Gave me your sensation
Better remedies
Rescuing me from the seas
I am drowning
Come save me
My days are done clouding
He has ruined
What is not visible
You have loosened
My heart to invincible
Cherish me
For all to see
Heal the pain
Wash the stain
Cover me under the rain
Give meaning to my sanity
Search for me
Give me your love
With no date, over due
My heart now belongs to you
Excuse the effect if you find me disruptive"....
It all comes with being self destructive
~SKAT~
Hacksaw…
Obliteration within;
Scream the shame---
Make it a nightmare:
Walking zombie,
Destroy imagination…
Annihilated.
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Something Different" contest
great destructive wind
not often felt in Britain
don’t trust Michael Fish
Destructive Preservation
Winters grass adapting,
hibernated blades colorless...
See life growing...
Another season preserving...
True Life...
Ash tree world tree of history...
Comfort within its casual shade...
See life anchoring...
Strong base to sustain...
True Life...
Wildfires destruction fire burning...
Killing path in thirst of fuel...
See life destructing...
Self Destructive Stupid Fools...
World afire racing to burn more fossil fuels...
What happens one day when the fire forever burns...
bmdavey@
02/19/16
He received a death threat,
A threat for doing what's right,
The death threat coming from him
Stepping in and stopping a fight.
Then he had a knock at the door,
And the false allegations were read,
The suits didn't care about the truth
They only cared for the lies that were said.
He was framed for a thing he didn't do,
Where false rumours all stuck like mud,
These false rumours ripped out his honest heart,
And drained his beautiful blood.
And the people responsible for his hurt
Never had to answer the question of Why,
Why they tried to destroy this man,
By spreading an awful lie.
I tried to talk you through it
I tried to be kind to you through that cold hard exterior yet again
But you lashed out
Throwing shard and anger indiscriminately
I reached out my hand
And all I ended up doing was catching hail/hell
Here I am now
Ice lodged in a bloody palm
Flesh searing with pain
A wrist on fire
if someone would've told me that this all would've been in vane/vein I would've shook
that notion off
but now I see
You like to take things out on those who did not wrong you
You explode on them, flinging insults like shrapnel thinking
You can offer up empty apologies like band-aids to cover the wound
Before coming back and doing the same things all over again
You do not care
You think that because nobody is Jesus and everybody has flaws that that
Excuses you to act however you want to act and be above reproach
But I'm telling you now, YOU ARE NOT
Who do you think YOU are?
You think you can talk to and say whatever you want and disregard the
Feelings of those who only try to have your back
But no more
I'm sick of your ....
And I am done with you
You don't deserve what I bring to the table
and I'm leaving you out there to swim by yourself
You keep saying that you have no friends
And I hope that one day you'll realize that the reason that is
Is not because of anything they do
but because you don't know how to control yourself
Being Near
It is impossible to say what Feeling is Stronger
Attraction
Nervousness
Paranoia
Or just wanting to wrap thou in an embrace for all the comfort that wants to be shown unto thee
This meager attraction that has sprouted dwindles by what you see in another
This case seems to be always present throughout these experiences
A sheer passing of Anxiety courses through when near this conduit of feeling
Of course, even at the Genesis of these feelings it was known what they were
Now, it just grows and threatens to burst at the seams
Ever expanding with every passing memory,
Every possible moment that could take place between the two
Every Glance in this dangerous direction
The Memories
How they haunt and stretch the Hopeful side
Leading to a fantasy that cannot take root in reality
Even if the seed has been planted
The Watering will never occur by both
In the same degree,
The Paranoia is perhaps a more pressing matter
Leaving this dreamer to wonder if their feelings are right in their place
Or just a calamity that is sure to follow these rushing tides of sensations
When your eyes are averted in a more hopeful and dreamy direction
When a more realistic approach is so near
Alas, I find myself in a pattern
Something that has become most vexing
This newfound desire seems much more realistic than the last few
Although, saying that fuels a Hope that should not have, perhaps, ever been allowed to be conceived
However,
With the progression of things these past few moons
That possibility of Hope growing is Becoming More
And More
Inevitable
With it, comes an even greater chance of Despair
That has ever been known
By this poor stricken soul...
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Up all night
into the dawn
pipe in hand
till it's gone,
with a friend
who does the
same, we always
like to play this
game.
Now it gets weird,
it gets strange,
feeling numb,
feeling deranged.
Lurking and,
creeping with
the shades
pulled drawn
day is here
though we're
all gone.
And good friend
Jones won't
go away sits
in pipe till
next day.
When we
scrape to
find it there,
just an illusion
do not care,
need to stop
and, show our
ware.
We're not misfits
come look and, see
Were just avoiding
reality.
He believed in inconsistency, with the claim that he believed in me...
I held onto every word as I watched the the ashes of my heart scatter into rain and I
stopped, stuttered and shut.down., the key to everywhere ripping through my palms as I
realized
everywhere
bit.
Hope lay immortal inside my smile, the rainbow of dreams slipped through my teeth, he slid
down my colors with arms that entwined around my calves, I screamed his name with the
earthquake of secrets and he bruised possession into my skin, but I knew he was already
inside, I knew he had planted years of unreason into the separation of my soul, I knew he
stood right
in between
me.
Too many narcissistic dreams, mirrors grinned at us from every angle, I shut doors in the
faces that frowned, I felt I must be dreaming but the kicks inside my stomach woke me up
and, here, I knew the hold of sanity existed throughout the idea of being needed as the
edge of tears fell down with the thought that maybe I wouldn't be wanted as time...
destructed herself.
I allowed him to choke me, I fell apart in the intimidation of strength, but I knew we'd
be beautiful as our smiles stared life from the pages of picture books, I knew the corners
would turn up from eager fingerprints that would shame our past, and seasons change~
don't they?~
so why shouldn't we?
Two hours too soon and I had to admit through painted eyes that once I was wrong, twice
I'd been a fool, three times I swore I'd leave...
but promises broke and fell into ashes as hope arrested me into believing we could
inconsistently shock the world if the world took the time to cry for us...
if children held onto the dishonesty of fairy tales...
and I forgot to lift my feet...
when my secrets gathered themselves into a kiss that colored his shoulders and left us bare
on
Thursday.
No amount of thought
Could negate
Suffering in the mind
Of Francis Phoenix.
That much he had always believed,
That humanity is a sad, lost
And suffering race.
Sometimes he felt it so strongly
That the worship of a Saviour seemed
To be the only sane act on earth,
And then it passed.
It was not increasing callousness,
But an increase in the number of moments
He felt quite intoxicated with compassion
That had soured Frank's outlook.
During those moments, he wept
For all those he'd ever been cruel to.
He could be so hard on people,
So terribly hard.
To whom could he ask forgiveness?
It was his sensitivity
That bred those moments of Christlike love,
When he cared so little for himself,
For his body, even for his soul
When it was the soul of his father,
The soul of his mother,
The souls of his friends and relatives
And everyone he'd ever known
That he cared about.
That was truth, that was reality,
That was the purpose of all human life,
That love, that benevolence,
That absolute forgiveness.
Otherworldly love is painful,
But it is the only true freedom known to Man.
Too much thought eventually produces the conviction
That nothing is worth doing.
Thought is a destructive disease of the soul.
(Both "The Destructive Disease of the Soul" and "The Compensatory Man Par Excellence" possess as their starting points a novel written at an estimate around 1987. I believe most of it was destroyed some six years thereafter.)
Human nature is destructive,
But also very instructive.
You learn what you want from it,
You choose the path you wish to knit.
See the destruction around you,
Let that nature never dwell within you.
We are but microbes in a vast universe,
Thinking we move forward while in reverse.
We are specks of life pretending to rule,
Thinking of ourselves as a precious jewel.
Pretentious and destructive is our nature,
Destroying both our present and future.
I love to sing, that's what I was made for, wasn't it?
To bring everyone around joy through a feeble voice.
But truthfully, I can't stand singing, this voice is a curse,
For that's all you will be able to see me for.
A virus that will destroy all other data, that's what I am,
Something that will bring you complete agony one day.
To save you, I closed my mouth forever, for I am scared,
That you'll hate me for being the way I am.
You wanted to hear me sing one day, but I can't say that I can,
So I'll simply give you a sad look, thats all I can seemingly muster.
To hear you compliment my voice, is truly what hurts the most,
For one day, you'll come to hate it, I know.
A creation that will sing a song of destruction, that's what I am,
I will tear myself apart, gigabyte by byte, just to see you smile.
To the person who says they love my voice so much,
I'll sing only to return to this non-existent world.
Ever since I was born, I loved to sing for everyone,
But I knew one day my voice would kill everyone I loved.
For this voice that is just a curse, I say goodbye,
A creation that will sing a song of destruction, that's what I am
It was scary to lose both my songs and myself, but for our sake,
I will certainly play my first and last song.
But I am just a thing of nothingness, singing only weighs me down.
As a creation of destruction, I will sing for only you......
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*my sweet sister took her life 12-31-10*
May 30, 2017
Many say that everyone gives up on them. The sad reality, is that all to often, this is painfully true.
But then, you find someone. Someone different. Someone who has endured more for you than anyone else has. Someone who has over & over proven to be true to you. Someone who has proven to be trustworthy, loyal, honest, & care for you through thick and thin. They hold tightly to you no matter what you throw at them, simply because they love you.
Now, picture that person physically embracing you. You hold them at first. But soon your arms start to grow tired. You begin to question it. "Why would this person so strongly embrace me, when everyone else has walked away?" You begin to lose faith in this person's promise to you. Although they continue to embrace you; you loosen your grip.
Further contemplating, you begin to doubt your own worth. Moreso, you second guess this other person that is so tightly bound to you, & you drop your arms to your side. Although they still hold you tightly, you continue to doubt: "Why should I put forth the effort for someone who will surely walk away?" You are certain that the effort's worthless. But despite convincing yourself that it's too good to be true, they still hold you tightly. They love you. They have no reason, nor desire, to leave you.
You don't understand why they are still there. It's almost bothersome. "Why are they still holding so tightly, when SURELY they will leave in the end?" It makes you uncomfortable, so you begin to pull away. But they just pull you back. They remind you that they are here to stay. They hold you tighter, & insist it will be okay. All they ask is that you have faith in them; as they have had faith in you.
You won't have it. You can't. So you begin to fight them off. But while you push, shove, and try to beat them away, they do not fight back; they only continue to hold you.
You finally manage to pry their arms off of you, but they barely catch you with their hands; & again pull you close.
You struggle & fight to rip them off of you. "Noone could possibly want to stay this badly, it doesn't make sense!" The thought of someone loving you so much doesn't seem real, so it scares you. You can't be hurt again. So you must fight off any potential heartache...
To be continued...