"devestation" poems
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt devestation
a death in the family took you by surprise
now you're contemplating suicide again
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt so proud
you graduated High School
you're screaming in your victory voice so loud
I stepped into your shoes today
and your heart is breaking
your boyfriend just broke up with you
you're throwing everything away that’s no longer worth saving
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt guilty
you cut after almost a year
now you're feeling ugly
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt depressed
you're getting ready to **** yourself
because you feel so helpless
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt scared
you're about to have your first baby
and the father isn’t there
I stepped into your shoes today
and I got a really bad tummy ache
you have Cancer and you're dying
there’s not much more your body can take
I stepped into your shoes today
and I started to cry
your husband was called into war
this could be your final goodbye
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt nervous
you're leaving for college in two days
and you can’t seem to find your courage
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt lost
you're five years old, you lost your Mom and it’s almost getting dark
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt overjoyed
you won an award for your writing
you are filled with so much pride
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt peace
you lived your life, you reached your dreams
you're as ready for death as you will ever be
I stepped into your shoes today
and I felt in love
you just married the love of your life
in front of your family, friends and God
I stepped back into my own shoes today
and I felt grateful
I realized I’m not the only one on earth with problems
and I’m thankful for all that I have
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
we're all waiting in line
for the second to come
where we either fall off the cliff
or choose to jump
and get put out of our misery...
anticipation
impatience
boredom
a strangely familiar feeling of solidarity
it either feels like a waste of time
or like you have all the time in the world
either constrained
or free,
oh dear virtues of love and song!
what a slow painful bleeding
what an amazing violent relief
what a comedown
what beautiful brain swelling
an infinite white oblivion
what a sacrifice
what devotion
what passion
what music...
what a burden it must be for a musician
the bard who is to dwell in the ambivalence
the mime who wishes to sing
but remains a mute
oh cruel queue
oh manic elation
oh devestation
why must you rude & shove?
surely we can ration
is there not enough air?
this is not a line but a stampede
we remain trampled
have we not learned from the birds?
have we not learned from the herds?
we're all waiting in line
for the second to come
teetering above a white oblivion
infinite,
beautiful,
a comedown...
what a violent relief
what a slow painful bleeding
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
~
where’s the rain
to save the day?
the silo empty,
the barn no hay.
the only pouring
we have seen
is from the counter
down the street.
gin and beer and
old Jim Beam,
the bar is full,
but glass is empty.
our men are weeping,
children hungry!
these fields that yielded
harvest plenty
under sweat of
daddy's brow,
now they’ll try’n
take my home;
state moves in
to steal our peace,
won’t leave us ’lone,
till we’ve been fleeced.
send a draught to
quench our pain;
end this drought with
drenching rain!
this to you we pray...
*“pour from heaven’s door,
indulge us with an inundation;
from the bounty of your store
deluge us with a liquidation”*
oh, keeper of
these cloudless skies,
send sweet rain
to wet these eyes!
for the lost ones
in this town,
to save this family,
save this farm,
from heartless souls
who mean us harm.
i am just a poor boy
whose cup has all run dry
no where else to turn,
nothing left to try.
flow in torrents,
pour in sheets,
send libations,
bring relief;
send the rain to
flood the street.
oh master of
the ocean deep,
pour your liquid,
pour your gold,
a’fore our children
grow too old.
no more saving
for some rainy day,
this to you we pray...
*“pour from heaven’s door,
indulge us with an inundation;
with bounty from your store
deluge us with a liquidation”*
~
*post script
the Western US is experiencing a four-year drought of
epic proportions and with water in such short supply,
family farms are burning up in the heat
with grave consequences looming large
on the not-so-distant horizon.
we witnessed this arid devestation
first hand a week ago traveling through
North and Central California, and
felt in just the tiniest way the crush
of water shortages at all her state
campgrounds. beautiful Shasta Lake
was dry except for a small stream
running through the lake bed...
how very sad; she is not the California
i remember in our last visit.*
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Laying on the floor Lying in wake
Waiting for the ___Blank___
that will not come
Can't find the words
that express my face
It's all inside this shell
of __Blank____
Dictionary aiding the soul
but is burned in translation
A darkness that fufills the rose
and is __Blank___ devestation.
To express
To create
To release
To share
To unburden
To __Blank____.
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 11:58 AM UTC
Money
Corruption
Change
Loss
Devestation
Descent
**Stress
Stress
Stress**
Earn
Money
Work
Hard
Harder
More
Need
More
Always
Never
Enough
Just
Try
Survive
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
I knew it was dangerous..
To be in his very presence like a
Moth who's gotten himself too close to the light.
Like a natural born pacisfist picking a fight.
Like that "we need to talk" talk
that really isn't conversation just
candy coated devestation.
But no, I just couldn't believe what was so
easy to see.
I just got caught up in this moment like a
cat in a tree.
Like this rhyme without a beat.
And I'm sorry because
if I ever thought it would have to end like this..
Hell, I would do it again just to feel this bliss.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
media is obsurd...don't you think
they only say whatever they think
what makes headlines...as long as it's good
you'll hear about in the evening news
the real news is grim and bleek
there's people starving in the street
look around and you will see
choas and mayhem
in your city
do you really care who's president of god knows where
or would you rather see who's dying here
it happens everyday...we don't seem to care
next time you see the news at night
remember we to...
have our own plight
read the paper...what do you see
third world countries in dispair
*** about here
do you think that....they...even care
i think not....its easy to see
if you take a life...
you make the news
if you help some one
you just amuse
back in nam...we were hero's
than the footage came back...and we were zero's
so next time you watch that reporter rant
think of you own hometown
and the devestation they can't....
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
In the face of devestation
After the nuclear bomb
In the voice of the survivors
The search for peace lives on
As they sit on there small island
Free from nuclear rain
They plead for peace
Spared to start again
So as they build a new world
Out of the ashes of the last
Born to strive for peace
After the nuclear blast
How many Martin luthers
Or John lennons will be born
The peace dreamers of the world
Slaughtered while we mourn
Is peace achievable
I guess we,ll never know
But to strive for peace
Is the only way to go
To hate is weakness
To love is power
Judgement day is coming
And in the final hour
As the buttons are pressed
And the missiles fly
And nuclear Armageddon
Blackens out the sky
As we fall to our knees
And accept our fate
As we finally realise
Peace came to late
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
When did hugging a
porcelain crown make
you the beautiful person
you've always been?
When did returning all
a day's calories make things
a bit better for you to deal
with?
Control. Power. Devestation.
All you're doing is losing.
Losing inches and pounds to
illness and frowns...ones that
are noticed more than you think.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
We never said goodbye
before you died
I think perhaps
you wanted it that way
you'd be proud, I never cried
alas, I was not there, that day.
two thousand miles away
I got an email
it was, just like they say,
a bolt, right out of the blue
a notice of your death by cancer
I was unprepared, I never knew.
Parents are supposed to be
the first to die, not a daughter
I never got over the loss
of my little boy
my heart and soul,
now twice, was tottered
my emotions totally destroyed.
Only God knows the heartache
the sorrow of a life gone by
the devestation of a famiy loss
the answers to the question...why?
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 5:45 PM UTC
Blood-red eyes are all I can see through
They watch as everything around me shatters and dies
Nothing will cease this rampage of pure rage
I’ve no time for ideas like hope and love
These things have evaded my grasp for far too long
This body will climb its way out of pitiful pitfalls
Drag itself out of the heartbreak and misery
It has become something elemental
Something frightening
All my guarded secrets are discarded in an instant
I have few regards for these people anymore
The rhythm soon overtakes my senses
And the beating of a heart
Begins to match the tempo of utter devestation
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
i remember
the lost nights
the starry skies
beckoning for our call
i remember
the stupid puns
the illegal driving
that caused your anxiety to
C R A S H-
right
into
me.
but how could i forget?
when your anxiety ran rampant
a collision of devestation
unparalleled by delight.
how could i forget?
watching a beautiful soul
crush himself under my weight
how could i forget?
the collapse of anything sacred-
the burdens you put on me
the burdens I put on you.
no... I remember.
i remember you
unbecoming you-
and me
becoming me.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
If the dream dies,
Will it ever fly again?
Head on, crash course,
Destination Devestation.
So step on the gas, Baby.
We're gonna fly or die
In glorious flames.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Hope is man's greatest destruction
And best chance
It is like a seed; without it the field is barren.
With it, all things are possible
I Hate it for the devestation it has wrought
And love it for the promise it holds,
Just around the next corner...
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC