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Anne B Sep 2018
Nothing
is left to find
We know it all
The explorers are dead

Nothing
is magical anymore

We already know
where
we are going

And we're not leaving
We're conciled
to this part of the Universe
which we've already
managed to
destroy

The heat has arrived, to
   torch our land and it's too
     late

Now
Hell
comes to us.

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AHB |  9.08.2018.
A poem about how we are slowly destroying the planet and how we seemly seem to do too little, too late.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
The dust that lay on the page
that I left open long ago
is now a page on it’s own,
with a story its own.
I look at it and read
negligence and loneliness.
I read how things are forgotten
so easily
and how things are treated as things
by people who
live their life accumulating things
and rest half of it
misplacing, destroying,
replacing and forgetting them.
How people are treated on similar lines
but worse.
How we come back to claim our possessions
when they can clearly exist better
without us.
Mina Dec 2017
By loving him I allowed him
entering holy parts of my mind
building himself an empire in
my centre to only start playing
war in it

destroying all I had built up for so long
Rae Jan 2017
day by day
i lose myself more
to the other half of me
beckoning at the door

every day i step over
the threshold of my life
into curiosity
beyond fright

sadness makes us curious
fright makes us careful
the night makes us see
the different people we cannot be

forty days and forty nights of rain
that's what happened in the Bible days
but its been months of pain
how many more
before
the sun breaks through the haze?

i am gone
i am gone
i am gone
i am gone
i dont know how to help you from a distance. please stop killing yourself.
Julie Apr 2016
I gave a flame to the leaves,
and watched it caress the branch.
It burned through the hard green candy,
and fed its addiction with the peeling bark.

I couldn't understand how something could look so enticing,
yet use its power to mute the most grounded of screams.
Nature was a ****** and a murderer.
It replenished and destroyed.

The flame vanquished the poor shrub,
Eating away the hope of ever growing, and I realized;
We lived by nature, we lived for nature.
We are nature and nature is us.

We destroy ourselves with our combustible flames,
melting our bodies like wax candles in a wooden cabin.
Breakella Feb 2016
MAYBE I DESTROY EVERY REALTIONSHIP THAT I HAVE NOW BECAUSE WHEN I WAS YOUNG I WAS TAUGHT THAT YELLING MEANS LOVING
Austin Heath Jan 2016
An iconoclast.
Destroyer of images.
Executioner

of text worshipers.
Without a star to guide us,
drifting aimlessly.

The unworthy gone,
and banished from existence.
Crushed into splinters

under the pressure
of their reflections, much too
heavy to carry.

I saw heaven once.
I clawed at an angel's wings.
Almost beautiful.
Erika Castaldo Dec 2015
I am fire,
Glowing, Blazing, Growing.
You are water
destroying me, drowning me.
He is wind,
Helping Me Grow, Pushing You Away.

I am fine,
Living, Moving, Learning.
You are nothing,
nothing to me, nothing for me.
He is mine,
Supporting Me, Loving Me.

I am happy,
My Life Full of Love, Success.
You are gone,
never even a thought until now.
He is with me,
By My Side, Holding Me Up.

I am fire,
Glowing, Blazing, Growing.
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