#distruction
I opened myself
Arms stretched
Welcomed
Into his bed.
Uncaring of
What it will cost me.
Why
Am I this way?
*** is Binding
Intertwined unspeakably
Beyond lifetimes
And far past
Our hearts
Own Comprehension.
We mold together
Passion overwhelming
Self destruction
Igniting
With each ******
Left lingering
For eternity
Between ruin and bliss.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
The trees look sad and wilted over.
Broken and mangled.
Awkward and bent. Droopy and still.
Some try to stand tall, others fall.
The weight is too great to bare for some and pieces crack, brake and fall off around them like flowers placed around a grave, forever encased in a sparkly crystal coffin.
When the weak ones fall, with anger they drag down the other trees, shrubs and branches and leave a path of destruction around and behind them.
The rest of the trees pitty the poor little houses that by fate and misfortune lay in their way, being crushed under the weight of the weaker ones.
When the snow clears and the ice melts away, will they ever stand as tall as they did again?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Nobody will know until the storm has passed and settled and spring has rounded the corner.
Most will continue to bloom beautifully.
Others will remain in the misshapen, broken state that winter left them in.
Over time, prettier and stronger trees will grow around the broken and weak and cover them until they aren't noticeable anymore. Leaving the forest looking pretty; from the outside. But inside, it is hurting and crying out for mercy.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
*Who would
Have know that
The person you
Loved most
Never loved
You the same
No matter the time
Or effort you
Put it
His love
Was nothing
Compared to the love
You gave him
Love threatens to destroy us
However,
We are the creation
Of that destruction
That breaks apart
Every inch
Of our living fibers
Endless
Hopeless
Love*
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
I love this poem, but it is going to break my heart. For
I wanted life for my Love. There were such beautiful things about him.
Yet, the demons in him sought his death in ways so cruel.
He was Man who loved family, friends, and thrilled to living life within
Brief moments; when the ugly moments waned or his demons tired out.
The distruction, which we have made will drive us to our own, I've seen.
If I were a brain surgeon I would have gone in and exspunged the parts
That slowly ate at your heart, my Love, my always Love.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
I watched it sway in the wind, but never did it break. I kneel now on bended knee, knowing only what you give is what they take.
I couldn't put it down in pen, faces always see. I couldn't disguise what's inside, That's destroying so much of me.
Shadows linger in closets I keep bare, regrets marked on skin. Hearts must be made of glass, as passion is said to be sin.
Handprints that match my hand, I have a tendency to choke. Yet I often forget how to breath, when everything goes up in smoke.
Ruin is a friend of mine, she is always standing at my back. I'm sitting on the corner of insanity, while she's counting all I lack.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
I stacked you up so wonderfully.
Hand poised,
Fingers light.
Made a beautiful home to call my own. Yet it all so quickly fell apart. A
King and Aces lay dead at my feet, Slaughtered by my instability.
Murdered by the very hand who built a home and promised love.
Shuffle the deck,
Count the endless possibilities.
Ironic that hearts are my favorite suit, Yet I always pull spades.
Compose and begin again.
I keep building homes with cards,
Then become shocked when it all falls apart.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC