"demolishes" poems
Neither in the vividness of the arches of a cathedral,
Nor in the dangling bells and echoing rituals of a temple,
Neither on the holiest banks of Nile or Ganges,
Nor among the peaks of the grandest Mountain,
There is no augury, there is no God, is there no God? And if there is,
Why are the eyes of lives haunted by the cruel dreams of disbelief?
Why is banishment tangled around the feet of a truth seeker?
Why the perverse thoughts and deeds ruling the Mankind?
Why the pious body and mind are today full of grief?
If there’s God, Why is this sea of cold blood on a high tide?
If there’s God, Why are the innocent lives being wasted?
If there’s God, Why are the good being handcuffed?
If there’s God, Why the darkness is today the source of light?
The slaps of violence on the face of peace is a sign of doom,
If there’s no God, then these drops of bloods cry for whom?
But GOD is that moment which is beyond knowledge and wit,
That one cipher which has taken centuries and yet not deciphered,
That one point of thought where the minds seize to think,
That one decision which stops a man from giving up,
That one drop of tear from the eyes of an Oppressed,
That one source of energy which makes us to take a stand,
That one voice of truth which demolishes the works of lie,
That one smile of innocence which equals a million shouts,
That one silver lining which makes us believe in ourselves,
Calls Aloud and makes us believe, that there is A GOD,
And He’s Everywhere, With everyone, and Will always be.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
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The Heart has narrow Banks
It measures like the Sea
In mighty—unremitting Bass
And Blue Monotony
Till Hurricane bisect
And as itself discerns
Its sufficient Area
The Heart convulsive learns
That Calm is but a Wall
Of unattempted Gauze
An instant’s Push demolishes
A Questioning—dissolves.
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Bold=Chris
Italic=Tiffany
**You are darkest beauty
Hunted by this frenzy
These aging, wizened eyes
Track you through the night
Prey for the predator**
As for the creature feasts on the most unknown meal of all not the dark but thy light
**Draining the sweet innocence
Hungry for the souls taste
But you stay just of reach
The closer to thy light
It burns at this darkness**
The light shines with no effect upon thy dark but the dark shines no mercy but glory and hatred the dark predator gives to thy light
**This creature feels only rage
Consumed at he can not have
Fury at what he can never be
For he never knew the angel
Of the darkest beauty in hiding**
Thy angel of light bares to thy soul of thy darkest part of the creature of the dark exposes its true beauty and shines light on its pure light and the demon of darkness demolishes thy lights soul and the light shall stay nonimmortal while the dark overules the light and captures both sides dark and thy light both parish in a eruption of flames and disappear in a thin of smoke and never return to thy land of good and evil.
Collaboration by Chris Smith the dark poet
And Tiffany Gold
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
The heartbeat dictatorship beats
Emotions with the string of a puppet
Difficult decisions deceived as beneficial
Easy choices masked as treason
The truth can not set free
If the truth fills personal opinion
Real truth demolishes happiness
Real truth despises the elated
Real truth shows beneath plastic masks
Beneath the puppet strings
Real truth governs the heartbeat dictatorship
Real truth is the single leader to bow down to
And pray:
Dear lord keep me from danger
Keep me from evil
Keep me from sin
Dear lord set fire to my heart
So you can believe my heartbeats
And smell my pulse
Dear lord lay destruction on my soul
So I can be capable
So I can mask
Dear lord be with me through all
So I can feel your presence
And feel powerless
Dear lord cross my spirit
And keep me from the devil
So I can scream in peace
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
Your voice follows me
Demolishes me
Crushes me
I hate
to hallucinate
But sometimes
I wish
It really was you
calling me
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
1
poor Rachael
married for love
Now twenty years through
and ignored by the hubby
who’s given up work
and sits at home drinking all day
No more kind words to Rachael
never a gentle look,
but just sarcasm and imbecilities all day
Will not even come out for a walk
with Rachael;
no desire for fresh air
just sits there drinking and farting -
Poor Rachael, she never comes back
to fresh air or a kind look
2
Rachael is out today
with a mission to make her life pleasant
“A pet is what I’ll have,”
she says to herself
and she’s in a pet shop now
looking at an exotic bird
3
“That there,” says the shop owner
*“is a bird rare and unique;
let me demonstrate”*
And straight he says to the bird:
“Zasala, the table!”
And Zasala flies straight and swift
to the table – and appecks* and demolishes
the table as swift as you can say ***
“Zasala, the broom!”
And Zasala flies straight and swift
to the broom – and appecks* and demolishes
the broom as swift as you can say ****
“I’ll take it," says Rachael, with a smile
Poor Rachael, she hasn’t smiled in years
4
“Darling,” says Rachael
the moment she gets home
*“Look what I’ve got –
an exotic bird, Zasala!”*
And straight Rachael’s clueless husband says:
“Zasala, my foot!”
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 6:16 AM UTC
It’s so disturbing to see what people come to
How quickly they ruin what might have been
It’s so disturbing to see people go from light to dark
It physically hurts to watch them fall
It’s so disturbing to watch your friends whither
As they turn their back on heaven’s light
It’s so disturbing to see the past disappear
To watch as history demolishes itself
It hurts to see people ruin themselves
People who were so close to you
Friends and neighbors moving on
And leaving you wondering what is right
It’s hard to leave the past behind
The memories you thought were life itself
Those moments you wish would last forever
Old jokes never told again
It can’t be stopped
It can’t be avoided
It can only be accepted
No matter how hard it feels at first.
And then forever.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
I'd guess I'd have to say
Your kiss
Is always like the rain
Its always refreshing
Comforting
It can wipe away thoughts
It demolishes my fears
It soothes
I love the rain
But I love your kisses
A million times more.
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
land of gold and silver
birds with bright feathers
burning wild with sparkle and shine
spit plastic to the waves of red faces and grasping fingers
these hands reaching for anything close to home.
land of bursting hearts
front doors open for warm breezes
to come in and sit for a while
begging for a brass line, a mild conversation
never sleeping, for fear of seeing that nightmare of rain.
land of waterlines
spray painted symbols on abandoned walls
tags of sadness
and across the street, the greenery demolishes vacant lots
as if to **** the emptiness.
land of human sacrifice
since Napoleon's footprints covered each corner
since ships baring human cargo made port
since walls were built only to be tore down
by mother nature herself.
land of the broken
land of the lost
land of the free.
land where beauty rises through the storm
music begins and ends with the single loudest note
voices are not quiet or harsh or unkind.
land of peaceful noise
land of burning passion for courage
land of pride.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
Twister
Demolishes town
Strangely named
Flat Gap
Ironic
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
Dear Sun,
If I have to believe on
my school books
or scientifically proven
expert mind opinions
You
are a white sphere,
an anarchic system,
composed of hot, destructive plasmons
and your rays
have the power
to turn my skin and bones
into a lump of grey ash
no matter how far from you
I stand on
Every morning
when your light yellow rays
softly touch me,
a smile spreads on my soul
and
the yellow, orange and magenta shades
you left in front of the darkness
made me to feel,
You are beautiful
though
my mind knows
You are nothing
but a colourless or white burning ball
You don't care me
neither I do
But there is something
unseen between I and you,
demolishes itself each minutes, each seconds
holds your angers
and scatters them into beautiful colours
and
made me to love each time
I see you
But I wonder
Why I failed and am failing
to honour, appreciate and praise
love of the unseen one
and his/her sacrificial care?
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
We are all born as winners
But the world turns us to sinners
Just young humble beginners
In a world wrought in hate
A self-destructive fate
Demolishes our will to wait
So we procreate to satiate
The internalized aggression
To the state's possession
Of our life's great potential
Their media too influential
Over our minds it drills deep
Making our inner eye weep
The tears fall and begin to seep
Into our nightmares as we sleep
And see our eternal defeat
We are brought to the feet
Of our fears and anxieties
All wrought from insecurities
Towards superfluous identities
That we praise in a zealous craze
Overtaken by a materialist haze
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Please just leave me alone
Leave me here to rot
You think that I am fine?
Believe me I am not.
Please just leave me alone
As my sanity demolishes at last
Please don't make me cry
I've cried enough in days passed.
Please just leave me alone
I'm begging you, begging you please
My mouth says it again and again
But my mind keeps screaming
don't leave
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
I slept in my clothes
My sanity in its death throes
I throw back some whiskey
Makes me feel frisky
Cuts back the static
Demolishes the walls of this ******* attic
So silent I can hear my heart beating
My lucidity is thankfully fleeting
I dive into a world unseen
Not dreams nor reality, but something in between
Up here time has no meaning
The sun is no longer gleaming
Darkness clouds my mind
But I am free and unconfined
My issues scattered on the floor
Nothing less, nothing more
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
I cannot eat my anxiety-
I will only throw it up.
I cannot cry about my eating habits,
I will only get angered.
If I consume the food
I see right now,
It will only come out as river
From my lips.
But if I don’t eat
I will starve.
I guess
Hunger goes both ways.
I could drink, however,
Or down my pills.
They only control the sane part of me.
Rather, the part that can be controlled.
But, they don’t know about the other side.
The side that plots plans,
Plans to do things I shouldn’t.
The side that believes in the wrong things.
Convinces me I am never worth it.
I overdose,
Hoping it will demolish that side.
But sometimes,
That’s not all it demolishes
Which leads to sleepless nights.
Where I only wake up earlier than before,
Until sleep is an enemy.
Sometimes I know I can’t do it
So I lock myself up tight
Only to stop breathing.
I wake up with slightest of amnesia,
And I always wish it would’ve stayed that way.
Which takes me on the path to depression-
My greatest fear.
Dull mornings,
No light comes through.
The night is day-
And it stays that way.
Beauty stops existing.
Hatred to the world and me is all.
This is when throwing up is ok.
I just wish my heart and soul would
Resurface as well.
Endless crying,
Hatred. Anger.
Sometimes I get happy-
But it never is real.
No one wants this-
But it had to happen to someone, right?
And it had to be me.
At least, not everyone is like this.
Not everyone is demoralized as me.
Times like these, I Look forward to death.
One less broken person in the world,
Disordered and all.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
I don't want to cry.
But sometimes I do.
I'm not a prayerful person.
But sometimes I pray.
Not that any of my prayers deserves to be answered.
I've been driven to beg.
Bartering.
Ultimatums.
I want
I need
Give me
Do you ever feel so hopeless
that it paralyzes you?
All you can do is watch
as fate demolishes your plans for the future.
******* all over your dreams.
Tearing up your innocence,
not even bothering to recycle the debris.
Put childish things aside.
Grow up and get a real job.
Get married and start a family.
You owe it to yourself.
To everyone.
Another birthday passes.
Another debt to pay.
Another year spent.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
I hope they name a hurricane after you,
I really do.
I hope it demolishes everything it touches.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
I’m awake,
Living the nightmares.
Numb and emotionless.
Colors are lost to me.
The living anger,
demolishes joy.
A soulless shadow.
The world and life
wither away.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
With darkness comes death
Light demolishes the dark
Yet darkness still lives
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
My heart-rate is unreadable
But for something I can't describe
This is probably just me being an idiot
Or just something I shouldn't advertise
But it seems like we dance around
The elephant in the god **** room
Just making sure our skin doesn't tear
When it touches under the sun or moon
I just can't ******* tell right now
If this is mutual or just in my head
A mockery of my emotional distress
Or signals that are correctly read
I won't be able to focus on anything
Besides my insides being torn apart
Should I feel bad about these feelings?
This situation demolishes my heart
I'll tell you when you pinched a nerve
Like when we talked that Thursday night
But is it OK if I'm still totally confused?
And only slightly filled with fright?
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
You feel pain when he walks by,
You feel lost when he looks your way,
You break a little every glance.
Don't give in.
He preys on the weak,
He demolishes hopes,dreams,faith and life.
He takes your heart with a smile and leaves you crawling on the floor for awhile.
After that empty morbid time he will come back.
But you are still broken and he thinks it's fun.
But you can't help but fall all over again.
Don't give in.
You give in a little and you fall yet again,
You think you will never get up from this hole.
He drags you down further and further every second.
Don't give in.
You don't need him.
You don't need his fake love.
You don't need his embrace.
Let him go.
Let that dream that he would change go.
Walk away and never look back.
He will come back without a doubt.
But don't let him in.
Don't let him bring you down.
Don't give in.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
She is the opposite of harmony—the queen of destruction.
She is the bullet that hits every core.
She is the scream in the most destructive and deadly pain.
She is the hymn in every songs burning to be sung.
She is the hurricane in the most peaceful places.
She is the dragon that screams delicate architecture, she is the ******* that runs the world.
Everyone talks about her.
Everyone doesn't know how she manages to control everyone's demons.
All they know, she always lies.
All they know, she runs hectares of scars.
No one knows she doesn't recognize everyone.
No one knows she always hug pillows.
Anyone tells her good bye.
Anyone demolishes her crystal walls.
But...
Someone loved her deadly marks.
Someone understood she is an art.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
I heard a plaintive heave before the cleaving of the air,
then of the flesh – a forceful splitting of a young citrus,
then of the splintering – a crunch that froze the scorch of that afternoon.
Finito! the sound of the fragile spine breaking into hundreds... or is it thousands? of pieces.
And the debris, of the marrow
and the dangling arteries –
of chunks of the hypothalamus,
a part of the left hemisphere –
the tangential stains of blood on modern Golgotha – a cemented clearing deep within the woods
parched and dried by the anger of that afternoon -
which resembles a festive night:
festooned with firecrackers,
with showers of embers and
fountains of fire,
glow sticks of horror,
And the lower part, the detachment:
loose and limp
placid and peaceful.
A fresh sculpture of soft clay in red
plaid polo and punturong –
both saved by the stain of gore,
but not with the stain of nature
on the flipside
the habiliments are covered in dust – modern dust
brought by cement and its slow deterioration
of how friction demolishes it era by era
tick by tock of the giant slothful clock -
and as this same cement
seeps all the fireworks
vegetation thrives –
and the fruit of man, and law, and
capital teeth and eye dangles
through thick sinewy vines.
The land devour the sculpture carved by a single
stroke.
And then another heave is heard
then the cleaving of the air,
the almost splitting of the neck meat,
the forceful pulling of a penchant edge
then the cleaving of the air
the splitting of a young tangerine,
then the splintering of a spine,
the spray of sainthood in scarlet,
then the limping,
the rolling, the creation of a mask.
It was a masterpiece of music,
visual aesthetics and
natural arts.
As the mark of each face
was left in the humid winds
of that
afternoon.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
They can't destroy the memories
but
Future demolishes the museum!!
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
And your tenderness is unwrinkled ,
The boiling surface ,
A sip of sweetness , another slightly sour ,
The nuance of variance ,
Hits every particles ,
And you float ,
Like a boat ,
Not on the water but on the pond ,
Pond of perpendicular humane desire ,
It goes on ,
Endless in vow .
Then you drool ,
Like the winter dew on the peak of a bent over green lash ,
The drop falls but never on the ground ,
Demolishes in air ,
It’s gone , disappeared .
Now you swim each corners of the torrent ,
Like the tornado , contagious ,
And you destroy anything comes in your way ,
In different manners ,
The bitter the better ,
The sweeter the greater ,
The **** is the eater .
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18.1.18
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC