"destructible" poems
I used to be able to fly.
It was incredibly simple,
effortlessly easy.
I used to kiss the sky
with my wings by my side-
two loyal companions
in a treacherous war.
The war had four letters-
four letters; all matter.
Four letters, each carrying
a destructible weapon.
L.I.F.E
They blinded me
and I couldn't tell which one it was,
but one of them had hands.
Merciless hands.
Enemy hands.
Peppered hands.
Ten fingers plucked at my wings-
ripping my feathers out one by one like
plucking eyelashes from a human eye.
I held unlucky pennies.
I breathed the air of space.
I felt the knife of a killer.
I heard nothing-
nothing at all.
But I guess you have to lose your wings in order to understand what it is that truly makes you fly.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
You cannot possibly imagine what I saw today, trying to keep my mind at bay.
Minding their own business came a pair.
Inseparable.
Even one could say
Destructible.
But where does this line cross with me and this duo?
That I may owe.
With a sigh I hang my head low, the thought of another gruesome blow.
In curiosity or spite
I do not know when these two are ready to bite.
Are they hungry or is it loyalty they are after?
I do not know;
I am only an outsider to those hounds that dug for what was already gone.
Prey they once tried to feast on.
Bound to this sickening notion; the false lulls of security they once had.
Something they could only turn into the gritty,
Painless pity,
Insufferable grabs of ***** filth they once called a party.
Once a whole, a group that dissolved slowly under the time of an hour glass.
From birth to death we breath.
Grasp at anything we can hold ourselves accountable without being the accused.
Departures to new comers we welcomed as our own.
Only to be betrayed and left out at dawn.
Now today I stand as proof of a wolf who alas left the pack; we once called ourselves a flock of deer in disguise.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
God please don't **** me before i find Your flaws...
Life nowadays is full of men who are either corrupt or unacquainted with any laws...
You created us all after Your own image but each time i look into the mirror i see a blood-thirsty devil.
I've seen too much blood shed and You stand still
God please no more empty reveries.
This world needs more recoveries
Religons are made for vultures
I see nothing but promises in my future
God we need no prophecies
Your divine presence is highest infinity
I am a soul-eater by Your Holy creeks
Damned,but i know my good greed
Endlessness in heaven is acceptable.
But mortality is the greatest gift here on earth as our days are getting more destructible.
You catch our every tear and capture our every prayer.
Before You we bow,with our innocent endearing.
Blinded by obedience and unstateable feelings.
They are not close to heaven...nor are we to Hell
The 'dark matter',our very hearts,under Your holy spell
God,Thou art one paradox before men and angels
Remain a mystery,an enigma,a divine angler
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 9:35 AM UTC
The Life of a Work of Art
The life of a work of art
Begins with an idea,
Just like any mother conceives the idea
Of new life inside her swelling tummy.
Conception; the piece is put together in one’s mind
Detail by detail, until it is formed enough to meet its body; a canvas.
Through rough pencil outlines,
The art is born
From the first touch of pencil to canvas.
The soul and body of the art become welded together.
But, life has begun since the moment of conception.
The piece is fragile and easily destructible;
A newborn.
It must be touched gently, as its lines grow darker and thicker
And the picture begins to change.
An infant, the general outlines are visible.
As a toddler, the artwork is growing from a skeletal sketch
To a generally-shaded drawing.
A child, the piece is maturing quickly.
Paint brush strokes define basic colors and shapes.
A pubescent teen, the art is nearly finished.
Matted, it becomes a young adult.
Signed, framed, and mounted,
The photo is an adult.
It remains on its mount ‘til the paint cracks and yellows
And deceases after a natural disaster
Extinguishes the life of a work of art.
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
giving up the ghost
you such a flirt
to steal it all
as I wake up
and if you think this is over
you got some nerve
as impossible as
I remain destructible
in the downfall
there is no logic at all
and you got some nerve
to come here
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 4:17 AM UTC
I have my destructible behaviours,
I beg for your love and attention
Maybe if I became what you want
You'll give me what I need
Even though what's received
Isn't truly affection
I have my addictions
I overdose on dopamine
But maybe if their levels were stable in my body
I wouldn't behave like the ****** I am
And no longer unwanted, I'll be
I have my happy moments in life,
Though I don't really share
Because if I give them away to others
That means there would be less for me
Although happiness never truly is there
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
aren't we all a little bit hazy
a little bit destructible in the mornings?
after the battles we've fought,
our bones are heavy and we
feel the weariness weighing
down on our skin.
all we want is rest,
to sleep in a safe room
with the people we love.
to feel warmth on our faces once again,
to rejuvenate our tired eyes
so that we can get up again and tell our demons,
"i'm still here and i'm going to keep on fighting."
(a.m.c.)
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
My sexlife is only existing by the thought thereof; it is a film cancelled in pre-production. It is an abandoned studio wherein the lone director stands centrally - scoping the remains of an epic never made, eavesdropping the voices of people that could have been involved and the props and the grandiose sets left in shielding shades.
Maybe someday the script can be rewritten, the thirteen hundred volt lamps will light up the stage where an actress vents her soul and it burns onto celluloid solely destructible by time. The company has decided to let the studio be, maintain it, so that the film can be revived and the passion rekindled, yet for now the studio will be left unattended.
I guess I will visit occasionally.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
A tornado chains my stomach to my heart.
The bottom is tight, knotted, spinning.
The top rages in frenzy, erratic and destructible.
The aftermath is a demolished shell of a man.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Eagerly waiting for an anticipated response
When the response comes, I grin happily at the sight of it.
Patiently waiting for a time to see his one-of-a-kind face
When the time comes, I gaze with an undefined pace.
Could it get any better than this?
My heart seems to only be longing for one thing
A thing that is irreplaceable
A thing that isn’t destructible.
That would be to unlock the door to his heart.
Something tells me that I have already found the right key.
I entered his heart.
It looks messy, perhaps a bit tangled.
These vines wrapped around his heart are conspicuous
I cut them up, his heart begins to calm down.
With my last bit of love, I wrap it delicately to cover it entirely.
To protect it from coming into harm’s way.
Forever
And Ever.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC
right now, my life is inscribed
on ten pieces of paper,
inside my backpack
vulnerable, visible, and destructible
all I would have to do is light a match
and my world would go up in flames.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Was I a burning flame in the sky?
What am I now?
Now I’m struggling on the ground,
struggling to lift my gaze upwards,
to call for my sisters,
and my chest is pained
by the distance between us.
Now my flesh bleeds in shades of red
and my bones crack
from gravity’s pressure.
Now the only star dust
is in my eyes,
and it’s blurring my sight,
and it’s making me cry.
Was I a burning flame in the sky?
So what if I was?
Now I am only human,
so sensitive to pain,
so fragile,
so destructible.
I am merely a reminder
of what I used to be.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
What this love about that I hearing?
It almost has me to the point of fearing it.
Some say it can stir you up.
And, what this mean?
I'm afraid of.
So, please tell me.
What this love about that I hearing of?
Why does it seems so destructible?
Altho' others have claim it's invincible
I just wanna know.
If you can help me learn the truth.
What this love about that I'm fearing?
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
A human's mind is such a flash thing.
So flexible, so destructible, so invisble,
Yet so huge.
You can't explain your mind,
Somehow it's the source of your every thought.
But it's fragile,
One day our thoughts will vanish from our minds.
Which is why our best thoughts,
they must be stored,
but Where?
Should I share the most valuable thing with someone else? Another mind? No.
I must write,
I must keep my thoughts and feelings in the pages, where they're safe.
I will let the ink and the paper be my trusted ones.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
What this love about that I hearing?
It almost has me to the point of fearing it.
Some say it can stir you up.
And, what this mean?
I'm afraid of.
So, please tell me.
What this love about that I hearing of?
Why does it seems so destructible?
Altho' others have claim it's invincible
I just wanna know.
If you can help me learn the truth.
What this love about that I'm fearing?
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
G 💥 💥 D Monday mourn hey 👋
U knw who U R... 🤗💫😘
Even at night, tomorrow's poetry shines upon me.
however we aren't that far apart.....
I always missing you a lot !
As a matter of light , as I flashback , Aura of yours were so intact,
u were just a poem with a blind 🦯 rhyme
bringing out the mimic mime out of the inner me
a six to one 🕐 counts obviously is a countdown synergy
ages of sixty one taunts edges from downtown👇 energy
last year I am your forty-five years old sweet lover
until this very moment of our lifetime together
still you and you and only you treated me like a star ⭐✨
not in the night 🌉 and in day time neither
for you might really get of what you wish for !
when my eyes feels your gorgeous looks
as I close it during the longings of my 💘 loving heart ! 💖
**** I'm a little big Aladin scrubbing 🪄🪄 magical lamp 🛋️🪔
It may took a couple town drive away distances everytime I hook for a book just to reached the precious lap between us,
no matter where I make a sight focus of those sparkling scatter bouncing back from my visor...
I'm not bother by a destructible hearsay about that little detour.
Because there's no new into a head-turning sound of a hard-fall hitting bang made by the shattered glass...
Faster than the four o'clock
I'd rather be came like that...
Colder than unloaded glock
I never be able to put a dot !
maybe or Someday Soon
you'll fly me to the moon
Afterwards, we will Cherish our Silhouette
Ain't before paint barnish hour with a seal of wet
not 🚫 that bad
spot and 🛑 stop
I'mma 🦜 talk ****
s o W h a t
(" solEmn
oaSis
wants
her
affection
termlessly ")
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 10:49 AM UTC
Love
Simple but so complex
Get a taste I dare you
To hand over your heart
A piece of your soul
To fall in love
I never knew it required so much of me
Not too much work not too much effort
Eyes
Mind
Everything even the flaws
The little things that are so big
Their smile their eyes their soul
What makes us human?
Emotions? Physical pain?
Love made me human
Destructible, beautiful
Love didn't come knocking at my door instead it came through the back
You
You were all I needed
All I wanted
Without you , I'm here writing this poem
Without you , a piece is gone
A typical heartbreak poem
No
No because you are coming back
I will wait forever
My heart simply isn't broken
It is simply aching because it needs the medicine it's missing
Love...
You
My always and forever
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
It does seem planned
Doesn’t it?
Like the acts of a play
or The rules of a game
A predetermined course
I had no say in,
But must suffer through
No matter which way I turn the tables
It’s fixed
Ignorance is bliss
until the facade falls apart
You can sing mantras and prayers
Meditate in the moonlight
Give gratitude in every act you make
but it will not quiet
the core of your pain
It is not medicine
for the poison in your own veins
Everyone dies by their own hand
No matter how it happens,
it is always your own destructible being that betrays you
So we all try to sedate
The happiest of us, naturally high
Meds,
quiet the mind
bring peace to the war
But nothing is really fixed,
Is it?
You just pressed the pause button
on your own life
And we all know you can’t play games with time
Without consequences
Time
It’s passage, a comfort
a torment
The more it passes
the thicker my skin
but after years and years
Somehow the only thing I’ve done,
is build walls
What about dreams?
What about the life you’d imagined for yourself at five years old?
But now we say,
I’m not afraid of dying,
I’m afraid of what it would say about me
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
I'm awed by this destruction,
Now the audience starts to applaud,
Youre not a fraud, you didnt lie,
This situation is just odd.
When I awoke I felt fine,
Until i heard the words you spoke,
I began to choke and cry,
As suddenly our trust you broke.
Now theres an empty hole in my heart,
I keep smoking bowl after bowl,
Ive lost control of everything,
and now I can't ever be whole.
I'm alone and without reason,
Pain echoing in every bone,
I havent changed my phone wallpaper,
Its the end I'm trying to postpone.
I thought that you belonged with me,
We don't have trouble getting along,
I'm not strong enough to do this,
Every step i take feels wrong.
Were compatible. It was perfect,
I thought that this was impossible,
Indestructible is what we're not,
And now you're unattainable.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC