"destructor" poems
I've let myself uncover from the bitter truth and false promises.
I've let sarcasm drip.
Like a river full of diamonds,
Shiny,cut and pointed.
I've liberated from your nasty attitude.
Cigarette butts scattered everywhere.
I've rise like a phoenix,
Like a tall skyscraper.
As a tear tricks down my barren face,
My fingers struggle to coordinate.
Maybe because this heart has bore too much.
Too much of pointless high emotions,
Of love,life and jealousy.
I was a simpleton indeed.
And you were the destructor
But no toxic people,
There ain't any room for you this time.
Coz am rising now.
Rising-above all your ****** crap.
I'm your worst dream this time.
I'm your NIGHTMARE .
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
you know,
they say oxygen
though vital to life
is ultimately its very destructor.
you see,
it burns us from the inside
out
we willingly take it in
let it slowly ravage our bodies
and seep its poison into our precious vessels
so when we leave this celestial orb
we're still left grasping
for one last breath.
so in a way,
i guess i could say i need you like i need oxygen.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
When Gods tried to churn ocean
For nectar with Meru mountain
Firstly it was poison which came
Because of its severity all life forms
Where in great threat
All Gods prayed him
He decided to take the poison
And save the world
Which eventually made his neck
Blue in color
So we call him Neelakanta
He has a third eye
So we call him Trinetra
He is the destructor of Evil
He wanders in Cementary
To pacify and soothe the spirits
By doing Shiva Tandavanam (dance performed by shiva)
And saved us from those spirits
Shiva is his name
Chanting his name can save you
From any hazardous situation
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
**In the shadow of Everest people are dying
Crushed in a chaos embirthed from beneath,
Emerged as destructor of temple and Taos,
Emerged as an innocent killer... bequeathed.
History crumbles as heavens roar mightily
Ghorka is dead in an avalanche of rock,
Beggars and potentates crushed in the brickfall
Dharahara’s fall leaves men gaping in shock.
Shuddering mountains in avalanche of free fall
Wails of the stricken as quaking defiles,
Gold topped pagodas and statue of ancients,
Sculpture of lions now a rubble in piles.
Khathmandu in the clasp of calamity
Nightmarish forces arisen from deep,
Grasping the earth in their grip of profanity
Monstrously tearing the bedrock from sleep.
A techtonic ****** of Asia by India
Nepal’s Himalayas ****** to the sky,
Inconsequential, this plight of humanity
Nature proceeds as poor Nepalese die.**
M.
ANZAC Day 25 April 2015
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Child support.
Those evil words that seems to destroy so many of us.
That they destructor the love etablished between the two parents.
For sake of the child.
Place friendship first.
A child needs their parent to get along to grow.
Saying she's this.
Or that he's this.
Sometimes has a triggering affect.
That sometimes judges just don't see.
All they know is opinions.
And listening to experts claim they childd needs counseling.
When all they truly need is love.
For sake of the child.
Place them first.
And things will improve instead of get worse.
Think of those that went through the depression.
Segregation and wars and so on.
Or the parents that raised their children's alone.
They place that child at the center of their heart.
And in the mist of their life was God.
A child is like a seed.
Once planted with love and affection.
It will never leave.
It profit from growth.
So, for the sake of the child.
Parents work out ways to get along.
The love of money has ruined many things.
Some of them don't need to be explained.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
The Time For Humanity To Mature Has Not & Would Never Come. Read on - be intrigued.
Now that I believe for a long time after I attained the age of 22 years on 23rd December, 2012.
Many of the spiritual literature pieces are just contradictory to themselves, why would HE let the occurence of any trouble then and hold only the other end of a jittery life helping us cross to the other end safe & fine?
If you would excuse this question saying "HE can never be questioned and HE alone is the destructor & the creator," then it's just a desperate excuse which you hold to considering theism as flawless & unquestionable, me & any similar people as psychos, or perhaps losers.
I don't discourage theism nor do I encourage anybody to share similar thoughts as mine, but I myself don't encourage idling over the concept of the special spiritual unseen power. I agree that some phenomena like love, kindness, greed, lust & hatred can't ever just be scientifically explained in total completeness by just citing some natural laws of nature or physics. But then again why do we often indispensably need that imaginary hand above our heads for protection or more than often have to spend money in praise of the imaginary hand above our heads?
Any mention about theists' escapist nature would be countered by their many statements of the following kind:
o Us theists, we don't escape problems, we just gather courage when we have identified a problem in our lives by remembering the imaginary hand above our heads sheltering us from all troubles and then tackle the problem with enough strength.
o Theism does neither lack anything divinity nor does it lack even anything evil, both of them are manmade concepts, the world was created as a perfect place for the existence of human race.
o Instead of just leaving us all alone in this troublesome world, He has sent few of His men and we can blindly follow them to resolve our own specific troubles with solutions ideated around age-old books written by great men and we don't need anybody to question our faith wherever it is.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
This dark storm has been wreaking havoc within me for so long.
It starts by twisting my thoughts and feelings upside down,
Bending the truth so that all that remains are lies.
Then it tightens my chest and my throat
Making it nearly impossible to catch a breath,
I pant, pant, pant, just for a single breath of air.
This tornado lands on my ribcage and settles there a while,
weighing what seems to be a thousand pounds.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, please!
Then the destructor settles on my eyes and covers them,
making it difficult to focus my sight and see clearly,
The reality around me blurs,
see, see, see, now...
Now it decides to zap my body
so that I shake, shake, shake as if it's 0° outside.
I curl up into myself and roll back and forth.
Through all this movement in my body,
the lies never stopped waging war in my mind.
Like the sounds of swords being sharpened before battle,
the terrifying noise sends a shudder to my very bones.
My body and mind are so weak and tired from this relentless torment.
At the first signs of battle, I try to fight back with the truths I've been told since my youth,
but the enemy keeps pulling and pulling at me.
Little by little, my strength wears down,
and the only response I can seem to find to the lies is...
Submission.
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 4:14 PM UTC
Destruction,
After all,
Is a form of creation.
And you've destroyed me,
My dear,
From the inside out.
You smashed in my brain
With a sledgehammer,
Sawed off
All my nerve endings,
And clipped
My blood vessels.
Then you found something special.
Then you burned my heart,
My dear,
And I crumbled
From the inside out.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
You play the victim well
Beg for sympathy where you know you’ll get it
As if you aren’t the galvanizer of the hell that you live in
Present yourself as the sad boy
With the broken heart
Left alone with no one to love
As if you didn’t isolate yourself
The destructor of each and every single relationship
Like a tornado
Blowing through all that once was happy
I have no sympathy for you, lonely boy
Just a hope
That one day you’ll open your eyes
And end your pity party
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
Succumbed to Dionysus' will.
We wallowed together out of the door.
We left them behind, the moment stood still.
The hand of Apollo seems to urge more,
For I express what I most love and fear.
You are the great secret that I adore.
Aphrodite seeming to interfere
With our forbidden moment that kills time.
The harrowing stars is what brings us near.
How do I express our moment in rhyme?
I caught you here in my arms as you fell,
our song played in a harmonious chime.
Ananke bares upon this twisted hell
That inevitably will make us one.
How long will we continue to rebel?
Mnemosyne remembers the past we shun,
And she now sees the moment in our eyes.
When, I wonder with this, shall we be done?
Right now you hide not behind all the lies
Our faces close, we are about to kiss,
The interruption led to its demise
Perses, the one who creates our ill bliss,
Is also the destructor of all we
Ever hope to both love and to e'er miss.
Now all that will be left is you and me,
and our moment though close, ne'er came to be.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
O Flame,
curiously swaying in the wind.
How too I endeavor
To dance with my destructor.
Your careless swing,
In the blue mystery of the dark.
In this moment you are all I care for.
The illustrious glow more becoming than sixty sirens
Coated in sterling silver.
You
Harmful to touch but enthralling to watch
I adore you my dear
Simply as I know of your fate.
My empathy runs deep as we are both
Snubbed by the wind.
Sing to me my muse,
Let my end be Joyful
But only at hands of you.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Once I was the one when I followed you,
Now I am the one who regrets following you,
Once you were a statue of honesty in front of me,
Now you are a statue of delinquency in front of me,
Once you were an angel to me,
Now you are a devil to me,
Once you gave me happiness,
Now you are taking away my happiness,
Once I thought you were my saviour,
Now I know you are my destructor,
Once your halo was too bright and lustrous for me,
Now your halo is too dark and dull for me,
Once you were everything to me,
Now you are nothing to me,
Because I NOW know about your BETRAYAL.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
*
You are the Poet,
Among the first five;
I do understand,
You are the
Poet of the Poet;
The best poet!
Neither “Homer”
Nor “Gibran”;
Neither “Neruda”;
Nor “Tagore”;
Like all other
Poet of the Poets;
You too scribbles nonsense,
Sometimes like the
other famous poets;
You yourself is the originator;
As well as the reader.
then you become
victorious; defeated…….
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You are the King
Among the first five
I do understand
You are the
King of the Kings;
The best King !
Neither “Charles II”
Nor “Henry V”;
Neither “Edward”;
Nor “Asoka”;
Like all other
King of Kings,
You yourself is the Creator;
as well as the destroyer;
You too declares world war
sometimes like the
other famous Kings!
Without warnings
You yourself is the creator;
As well as the destructor;
then you become
victorious;the defeated..
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
I was a saint
I was a sinner
I was a tree
I was the wind
I was a feeling
I was a numbness
I was a prisoner
I was a bird
I was a flower
I was a thorn
I was your light
I was your fall
I was a creator
I was a destructor
I was alive
but what am I now?
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 11:57 AM UTC
Everything I do is destructive
Nothing I say is constructive
You always see a destructor
In me, not single a constructor.
The day you were my great friend
You talked of great a trend
In me was a super brand
A hill touching the clouds,I stood.
I haven't changed
I am the one you used to know,
Everything I used to do is what I do,
You hold no water to accuse me.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
I've been marooned here for the past 4000 years.
I've heard the wars and the endless building above.
The shadow canals of the stars are now broken.
I can only fly about at night here.
The sun is my destructor.
Light of decay and chaos.
They're no shadow canals here to protect me.
I must heed the night and listen for the bird's morning calls.
As the birds sing.
I must get to safety.
Bathe myself in shadow.
Away from the sun.
I have studied far and wide.
The knowledge here depicts me as an angel.
I will use this knowledge to feed.
And they will let me without consequence.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
Thundered cloud, drops falling!
Here the rain, o rain ! Kids began shouting.
Frogs start dancing ‚ hollow steams overflow.
several bossomed‚ barren land get glow.
Far from it‚ a lady who dwelt in hut‚
Moaning‚ pleaded to God‚ to cease it up.
Her tears eulogize her sorrow‚
The grain now vain which she'd borrowed .
Tatter shelter is leaking‚
Her kids start weeping.
She cursed to the averse rain ‚
The scudding drifts and extreme pain.
Sudden‚ rain-storm abated‚ the sun began gleaming.
A saint consistently stared her‚ come her nearing.
"What you have lost? trifles ! Which was not yours ‚
Nor the God's Havoc ‚your turpitude make you poor".
God doth need to menace His child's treasures,
you are own responsible for your laments and pleasures.
The Hell and Heaven are not in world,
All have to suffer sooner or later,
If God is the Destructor, than who is the Creator?
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
Faking a proper life and living a lie
hiding what has been long dead inside
the damsels in distress find him there
and he takes it away, their dead and their rotten
and he gives them life,happiness and love
and they give him themselves and quite right so
he owns them, cherishes them and nurtures them
he strengthens them for hurricanes to come
he knows when they're ready to be on their own
to stand tall in midst of a storm
to face the tides and to still move on
and that is when he lets them go
he breaks them again, even smaller so
but he doesn't let him rot inside them
he walks away with a will of stone
knowing full well that they will be fine
they will pick up those pieces and be whole again
now stronger than they were ever before and much more beautiful
for beauty does not lie within the eyes of the beholder
rather it does in the ruins of a destructor
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
I vehemently try to trace the lost pieces of my heart
The ones shambled and hidden behind all the exterior
One's not accepted in the eyes of our society
These pieces, that awoke my soul and once made me who i am
Now insignificantly veiled, as if they were garbage
I try to find my insignia
One that differentiates me from the rest
My ambiguities, my hopelessness might as well be the root of all this lurking
Putting an end to my peace
And the constant rage n war that i so got caught up in
This could be my way to cope through this ghastly phase
All this vandalism and all these changes must stop
For i am the maker of my persona and i am the destructor of myself
I must rise, for its my time to ignite and shine
To once again show the world my true colors
I must embrace it all
Be it deadly, be it ugly
Yet, that's who I am, me!
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
She had tears in her eyes
She slammed the door on her way out
And left me
Never to return again
And i was left to rue over what could've been
I had someone special who cared for me
I had something good in my life
But i just couldn't appreciate it
I took it for granted
And i lost it all
I am my own destructor
No one else is to blame
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Amiga, mi larario está vacío:
desde qu'el fuego del hogar no arde,
nuestros dioses huyeron ante el frío;
hoy preside en sus tronos el hastío
las nupcias del silencio y de la tarde.
El tiempo destructor no en vano pasa;
los aleros del patio están en ruinas;
ya no forman allí su leve casa,
con paredes convexas de argamasa
y tapiz del plumón, las golondrinas.
¡Qué silencio el del piano! Su gemido
ya no vibra en los ámbitos desiertos;
los nocturnos y scherzos han huido...
¡Pobre jaula sin aves! ¡Pobre nido!
¡Misterioso ataúd de trinos muertos!
¡Ah, si vieras tu huerto! Ya no hay rosas,
ni lirios, ni libélulas de seda,
ni cocuyos de luz, ni mariposas...
Tiemblan las ramas del rosal, medrosas;
el viento sopla, la hojarasca rueda.
Amiga, tu mansión está desierta;
el musgo verdinegro que decora
los dinteles ruinosos de la puerta,
parece una inscripción que dice: ¡Muerta!
El cierzo pasa, suspirando: ¡Llora!
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