#demolition
Destruction, and then
the dust settles, the wind blows --
Of a new era?
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM UTC
There is another hole in the old town.
When it rains it will hold water like cold
craters on the moon.Devoid of life now,
each drop will hold the history of years.
Every drop will reflect on scrubbed steps
and drunken Fridays and days off in bed.
The wind will whistle hit parades over mud.
Grass will pretend it was always here and
cold kids on new bikes never turned out at
Christmas or in new clothes come Whitsun.
Plaques will not record the living or the dead.
There is another hole in the old town.
Shaped like a worn shoe. Hard to fill.
Tony Noon
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 11:50 PM UTC
Like house siding I stack the facade till a barrier grows
It adds curb appeal and social value I suppose
But for me it's a false face to hide the lows
Getting me through this reality that blows
A life time of running into doors with a sign reading "sorry we're closed"
Hanging next to the mandatory posted notice of demolition proposed
©2024
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
i want to let go
to jump into the void
and catch my wings on an updrift of wind
to feel the freedom of longing
but the resistance and gravity
of the thought of you is both holding me back
and pulling me down.
the thought of you restricts me from
going,
leaving,
starting my life how it's suppose to be,
becomes hope is demolition to a soul of love.
notice how i said the thought of you.
it isn't you,
but my mind's imagination of what could be.
the gravity of knowing i will never be enough for you
pulls me down and weighs on my heart.
i know it will shatter and i know i won't recover..
but it's a high that only your drug can give me.
and honestly, i'd face this overdose
over withdraw anyday.
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
i am a bulldozer,
and everyone is in my path of destruction,
and i cannot stop because there are no brakes,
and i cannot breathe because i am so weak,
and i cannot end the destruction,
it continues until i have ruined everything,
complete and utter demolition to smithereens.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
I still dream about the home my lifegivers nestled in in hopes to start life anew in a country that will once begin to tear
All over in the course of years,
They began to paint over the white walls with the yells that bounced from wall to wall.
Never realizing our big family will soon turn small.
Everything was blue, and only two spots became red.
That was the day my father realized he had the strength to break down this nest with his very hands.
I turned and saw mother, multicolored with blue red and purple. As expected, she always had an eye for colors.
I turned to see my siblings, cornered and shaking so hard, our blue began to stain the floor.
Seeping through the cracks and digging into the dirt which will eventually begin to tear down the house.
A grand finale of a door slammed shut.
No back turns, just left us in the rut.
I sleep and wake up into the mixture of birds singing,
and in the next room my mother is crying.
I open my door and it falls to my feet.
I look around, and I'm overwhelmed with defeat.
Our house is broken, it's all gone now.
The dwindling love that once blossomed is extinguished now.
I pick up the pieces and begin to rebuild.
Surround the walls around my mother, to keep her safety sealed.
Because sadness can’t be left alone, sadness stays and seeps into you in hopes to weather into your mind and heart until the process of deterioration begins.
... You see,
I didn't understand love for awhile since.
Hardship after hardship, it still never made sense.
I came to realize that love is painful.
Love is sorrowful.
Love is beautiful.
Love is blissful.
Love is the act of rebuilding a broken house.
It isn't just about your spouse.
Love is inviting forgiveness into your rebuilt house in order to keep moving.
Soon enough, those feelings can be packed into boxes and displayed in the new house you move in.
And although there are still many cracks and torn down roofs,
The strength of the wall shows that love is bulletproof.
I have yet to learn more about love, about forgiving, about betterment.
But for now, I'll keep rebuilding my own home with more bricks and cement.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
It's not enough
that I'm the one
player trying
I know
my worth
It's no less
than what I deserve
A secret,
though,
sweetie:
It's one thing to play
confidence proficient
It's another to be confident
The heart that I invite
others to carve is closed,
demolition on hold,
but you've
got your
hold on me
I'm looking for a bold soul
to smooth over the hole
appreciate the bold in me
Active love is involuntary.
So be involuntary.
It's not enough
that I'm the one
player trying
I know
my worth
It's no less
than what I deserve
That's the bitter truth,
that I reach for you
while you never see
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
The dirt of dusty decades
Lies upon the lath
Beneath a piece of plaster
I found a photograph
They smiled from the centuries;
Those mysterious three
Sent the musty memories
A message meant for me
Sara’s grave is gone, I guess
So long since laid low,
Yet, despite her ancient death
She smiles and waves ‘hello’
I cannot tell Annie’s age,
The words do not say
The owner wrote only names
Her face has frayed away
The baby in the buggy
Lifts a lively hand
She sits between her sisters
Beside the shining sand
This will be the only piece
From the dust so brown
That preserves their memory
Once we tear this house down
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
Cold crusted on the outside
Boiling agony folded in
Twisting, turning and squirming
On the verge of spitting flames
Withholding the hunger for demolition
To raze the idols of perfection
Fuming with each punishing breath
Throwing up the grey smoke in skies
Ashening the way to thoughts
That red heart is on fire
The hard knuckle are pale
Soft lips caging venomous eruption
Eyes searing suns of combustion
Virulent brain going haywire
Grumbling of the lethal unsaid words
Fervid fluid of darkness filling the veins
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
Come closer child, and listen to us
Come now, hurry don't make a fuss
We'll tell you our tale
We've rehearsed it quite well,
I come wary, cautious of their trick,
and sit and listen to each little brick
Each tells me of journeys long ago and lands afar
Each shows me their every scar.
Some are dressed finely in scarlety red
Others a pale orange from toe to head
But each ones pleas end the same
Cry out for me by name.
Don't let them destroy us they whisper to me
But I cannot argue with the state's decree
We've fought maany battles they cry
against paint, evil smoke, disease, please don't let us die/
But once again, same reply to their pleas
I cannot argue with what thee state decrees.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Humanity was not created to save the earth,
It was not created to see it's ending,
We were not sent here to carry out a purpose.
None of us possess the understanding...
We are but children in an adult world,
We stumble and fall without reason.
All of us little boys and girls,
Against the creator - committing high treason.
Our leaders are warned,
And we are discouraged,
We can't be saved from the scorn,
Of Terra Firma's Mother.
The end is near, we will all see,
Pointing our guilty fingers.
And while we didn't mean to be,
We will be its Harbingers.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
Goats are Nature's own
ambulating Demolition Derby
in hilarious miniature
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
From it You came,
And because of it You live,
It awarded You Your existence,
And proceeds to give.
Invites You in its arms,
Is welcoming and warm.
Provides You with abundance,
Everyday offering more.
And what do You give back?
Besides tearing everything down
To utmost obliteration
Leaving an open wound.
You don’t stop to notice,
You preserve less and less,
And the weaker links
Are near the extinction process.
You continue the demolition,
For the „greater good“ You say,
Wiping out what’s left,
Until nothing feels the same.
I warn You, there will be a day
You won't be opening Your eyes.
There is a rule You can not change-
Without the greenery Everything dies.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Kindly tell the sun to look away
I don’t want to see my curtain sway
Indeed, because these fabricated joys
Are demolished by an obscure ray
Serve me breakfast while the day
Lies as cold as the dew I’ll drink
Now what to do is just obey
Before we are rued by fire’s blink
Put my hot tea beside the lake
Serve it dead and withered
The day is boiling and we’ll be late
For we are but a paper scrapped
The fireplace shall be planted
With torn thorns of brown and black
No rays of red will favor me
As long as the sun scorns at us
Wipe my mouth with torn fabric
It pains me so to be stained in red
That I long ago forsaken but now
Dripping down my crooked neck
For the ghost of you who preyed
On my solitary beat of ill and ****
For your revenant who feasted
On my will and half-eaten heart
For the glooms of your fairy
Schadenfreude upon my sorry
For the life I did not live
To the joy I took from you
Raise the cup and shatter it
Open the curtain and drain our life of lies
To the eye of the day and God’s pity
Serve my breakfast before I live
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
We hold onto
each other like
teeth trapping
new wisdoms,
heads crashing
through agony
as the jaw scrapes
and screeches like
demolition derbies.
We'll battle it out,
but who will last
until one is left?
No, drag my teeth
out of contention:
lasso a noose, yank
hard until whipped
numbly off track
to bleed the oil.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC