Best Self Destruction Poems
I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine
Each bite I took was bittersweet
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take
I sit, my back against the black.
My thoughts a jumbled supplejack,
a wanna-be amnesiac.
Oh, autumn leaves a fluster,
the winds in tipsy bluster.
I’m weightless as I drift away
on whiskey wings, a moth astray.
My grief in ashtray where I pray.
The equinox is tilted,
my wispy body wilted
and in my stupor do I dream?
Are clouds I seek a false redeem
as sunrise bleeds through jagged seam?
Damn seraphim and serpents
and fantasy disturbance!
I keep my secrets like a sphinx,
my insight an elusive lynx
…a widow with a hard drink jinx.
Yet soul, a black-eyed-Susan,
still blooms in bruised seclusion.
Dawn’s dapple-gold flint-glints like stones.
As hard on eyes as nightmare crones
who rattled empty bottle bones. .
As half-light scries the mirror,
my pulse does bring me nearer
to burning on the altar of the sun,
my moonshine valentine…
I just realized here I am looking down on myself. Literally living off my own self-pity.
Drowning myself with my memories of all the people who have hurt me .I was literally
sitting in a pool of my own self-pity. Me that’s all I seem to think about. I spent so much
time just thinking of things to drown myself with and reasons why the hole world should fell
sorry for me. I realize I seem to have forgotten why people wonted to hurt me. It was
because all my life I took on a role of protecting people. The very people who later turned
there backs on me. Everything I went though was for a good cause. I was standing up for
people who had long lost there own voices. I protected them and I built them up. I stood with
them and sometimes when it got hard I carried them though it. Now that I remember I can
hold my head up high and live my life with now knowing that if I could go back in time I
would change nothing.
Demolish your demons, demolish the pain.
Enlarge your smiles, happiness you will gain.
Slaughter the evil, inside your mind.
This makes you feel better, I think that you'll find.
Ruin the agression, keep peace in your head.
Understand the problem and be civil instead.
Calmness around others, even if you don't like them.
The rivalry we do condemn.
It's your choice, about your, mental destruction
Only don't be fooled by a fatal obstruction.
Never let the mode of anger be on overproduction.
Having surpassed the ides of March.
Denounced the the baneful glare.
Yet my grief befriends Sanity.
Doctrine of hate preached from
Pulpits and podiums.
Marathon of the arms race.
Humans of another race are dispensable.
Creation of art in flesh and blood.
My heart is compelled to dwell.
In poems that rhymes life.
In a compassion that flow.
Into a stream of peace and tolerance.
Creating in my mind another alien world.
life’s precious fabric
unravelling strand by strand
Earth weeps
Tell them oh! sun
Why your rays fall harsh
Making global warming.
Tell them of desertification
Melting of the arctic
They know not my language.
Ask them why the green gas
Why industrial smoke ?
Speak oh! sun.
Let us all learn
Complain oh! sun
Someone must listen.
Speak oh! rain
Tell them why you flood
And why you loose your pattern.
Tell them why you fail to fall
Making drought, famine
You have your voice.
Shout oh! rivers
Tell them why you dry
Why you change color.
Complain about industrial dumping
About deforestation
Something must change.
Wind speak up
Stand up and be counted.......
Tell them why the hurricanes
Cyclones and tempests
Why you breeze less no more
You have a voice of your own.
Tell them oh! soil
Why you loose fertility
I am sure it is not age.
Complain about the farming methods
The chemicals
Herbicides and pesticides.
Rise oh! waters
The lakes, seas and oceans
Why you anger
Giving us fish no more
Making angry waves and tides
They are responsible.
Stand oh! air
Say why you are so stuffy
Talk about pollution
Speak for the trees
Arise and stand
In the wind talk to them.
Self destruction
my one true enemy
stands before me
bold & blatently
Open warfare
on this battle ground
of me
fighting against my morals
and all humanity.
an open bottle on the floor
one pill to ease the pain
I begin to self destruct
I see and know
I live my life in vain.
I continue on this path
spinning downwardly
self destruction
the road to nowhere
I fall willingly
A broken promise
A crocodile tear
leaving me hopeless
quietly in fear.
I am the queen of self destruction.
Ritualistic Razor sharp scrutiny of my reflection -
constantly spewing hate at my mid-section,
whilst effortlessly faking the pursuit of perfection.
A crumbled up heart beckons restitution in the midst
of train-wrecked relationships,
ruinous friendships,
and crumbled up to do lists,
in white-knuckled fists.
The essence of happiness remains a mere mirage
for one who is an expert in self-sabotage.
With nothing but empty reminders sprayed out on a dreary collage,
it is exhausting living an ever consuming facade.
Procrastinated plans worship at my feet,
whilst brooding and bellowing as I hit snooze on repeat.
Impatiently my ambitions take a seat,
before wisely declaring undeniable defeat.
Daily my mind’s army assumes a familiar avoidant stance.
Love and hate engage, again, in a repetitive dance,
between an avoidant retreat and a stagnant advance.
It is clear: as long as I sit on the throne of
self-destruction,
for me… for being whole..
there will not be another chance..
You wake up, head in a haze,
can’t recall the prior day,
felt less good than it used to,
joints aching all over you.
Don’t know why you all went out,
pay today, there is no doubt,
something burned and you answered,
can’t explain, put into words…
Can’t explain, where it came from,
can’t explain, why it was done,
tried in vain, fooling no one,
when it came to it the heat did burn you,
when it comes to it the heat will hurt you…
bad.
You wake up, girl at your side,
who is she? And why does she lie
in your bed; is that woman clean?
No condom anywhere to be seen.
Don’t know why you picked her up,
sex is sex, but it’s not love,
something burned, and you grabbed hold
ignoring all you’ve been told.
Can’t explain, where it came from,
can’t explain, why it was done,
tried in vain, fooling no one,
when it came to it the heat did burn you,
when it comes to it the heat will hurt you…
bad.
What you need versus what you know,
mind says stop, but you just go,
grasping at debauchery,
but the next day you feel empty.
Could cost everything, maybe more,
it’s a tale we’ve all heard before,
what was great becomes a loss,
don’t take yourself away from us.
Can’t explain, where it came from,
can’t explain, why it was done,
tried in vain, fooling no one,
when it came to it the heat did burn you,
when it comes to it the heat will hurt you…
This mess in mirror
Reflects no shimmer
He claims to see in
her eyes
While her eyes are
dry now
She not knows how to
shake this.
Yet this mischievous
miss
Misses herself she
does not know how to
change this
It aches within and
shakes about
bubbling up her
spine
She sits thinking in
herself sinking
telling herself
she's fine
Showing off crooked
smile she’s been
broken for awhile
But within herself
still breaking
And when she breaks
her world will quake
She’s collapsing
cracking uh oh she's
melting
Disappearing she
dashes she dances
while melting
Murky sky no more
lies
And here she’s lies
as a puddle
Finally subtle
sweetly sadly sank.
How many times
Must she destroy herself,
Before she runs out of pain?
How many times
Must she cry to herself,
Before she's lost to sadness?
How many times
Must she starve herself,
Before she runs out of self-hate?
How many times
Must she blame herself,
Before she's lost to madness?
-ARI
What is to become of mankind if humans refrain from being refined?
Are we headed for self-destruction in this world full or moral seduction?
Why are there always lies and excuses?
The flames on the bombs burn quick on their fuses
A life can be sad for an innocent victim who faces societies whims and convictions
Hours grow short and people must realize the human heart is fruitful
It can love. It can laugh. It can cry.
People, like roses, can shimmer and shine
be beautiful, loving and ever so fine
Only people provoke pain and hate which results in emptiness. A terrible fate!
When the seeds begin to blossom and the petals take their form
the rose will be all beauty and rise above the storm
I want it all to end.
Give me death.
Give me the end.
Show me the dark path.
Give me the salvation.
Break my hands and F me
from behind slit my throat and open my guts
Feed me my own liver and drink me my blood
Shove my hand down my throat and tear my neck open
Kiss me dry and F me hefty
Skin me alive and wear me like a worthless coat
Burn me living and crush my head with a hammer
Squeeze me so hard till my eyes pop out
Destroy everything about me
Cut me endlessly with a razor and piss on me
Feed me your S and beat me to death with your bare hands
Kick me till I puke blood and masturbate all over me
Collect my blood and paint my face on the wall
Rape me until I pass out and chop me with an axe
Dissect me alive while tied
Eliminate everything about me from this world
Wipe this world clean from me.
I seem to be in the mood for self-destruction
-just following the example my brain sets
as it slowly breaks itself apart-
Let me procrastinate:
on that application, on that project, on my writing
stress myself out until I explode
Let me degenerate into a smelly mess
because I can’t will myself to act clean
when my mind refuses to be clean
Let me eat till I puke
(Cause that’s what he tells me to do)
even though I’m never hungry
Let me wallow in emotions so deep
so very strong
so poignant
I drown
Let me be swallowed into myself
Maybe someday I’ll come around again