"distructive" poems
Your eyes.
An abyss of deep brown.
An abyss that promises diamonds.
An abyss so distracting and distructive.
An abyss that never fails to hypnotize me.
An abyss.
An abyss...
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
We are crashing together with a clatter of sounds,
mumbling our last words of love.
The bed becomes colder and colder, along with our hearts.
We're caught between Dreamland and reality,
falling asleep to the painful sound of the rain,
with our lungs filled with all the things we never said.
In the infinite Universe, we flow like stardust,
dividing into atoms,
with Bob Dylan as the soundtrack of our distructive love.
Tears well up in your big, hazel eyes as you mutter the lyrics.
And suddenly, my body started to feel the loneliness again.
I couldn't hear a thing and I was drowning in regrets.
Maybe my unsteadiness destroyed your passion or maybe it was just an illusion.
You said "Is love supposed to hurt like this?"
I didn't know what to say.
You took your clothes and left for the last time.
All I can say now is that my heart is too heavy for you to lift and the music of my soul could never be heard by you.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
I’ll let you be my prism
I’ll be your muse
Don’t you ever forget
I’ll always love you
I don’t know why they say
“Be careful, they are just words”
What if
Words are all I want from you
Master of mined legends
In this time and place we can no longer be close
I am happy in the company
Of such beautiful words
Vibrantly hazy
lazy
soothingly distructive
source
The inner one
Leaving traces are the best ways
to find your way home
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC
What I fear most are not the things that go bump in the night.
The things that frighten me are often times things that at first you can not see.
These things that first start with someone elses thoughts can too often be turned into negative actions. What may start as a passitionate thought, or cause can too quickly turn into a distructive action. This is why I fear insensitivity, crude jokes, apathy.
Other things I fear are people that talk without thinking about what they are saying first, or how others might interpet what they are saying.
I fear selfishness which may lead to uncaring actions.
I fear crude jokes that do not respect ones fellow man or women, because it could subtlely desensitize ones perspection of those around them. They may get defensive and say it is just a joke.
The constant violent images on the news and on television, may further desensitize others to think that volence is normal or okay, or worse still that it is a normal part of life. It don't have to be perseived as normal we can chose to limit our own exposesure to violence on television. We can let others know that we don't condone violence, whether it is on television, or in reality, or in our own community.
I fear all these things that at first hide inside the deepest parts of someones mind, long before it is publically seen. This realization of this hidden darknes,makes me cry, or scream, if I thought about it all before going to bed. I would cover my head and sleep with the lights on, and every noice would make me jumpy.
This is why I fear the things that I can not see the most.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
Breathing is really difficult when you're a bad person. It's inherently difficult to function when you have something weighing on your conscious.
I know that I don't want to be a bad person, but why do I make bad choices? I actively try to not be a bad person but then it happens. The bad part of me slithers out. Doing things that have nothing to do with how I actually feel.
It's like having an evil twin. Someone who openly sabotages everything good about your life. The evil twin tells you that your truth isn't enough. They convince you that you're a bottomless pit. You can never be satisfied with what you have. The twin will seek out the situations in which you wield the most power. They choose the most distructive thing to do and then disappear. This leaves you, ~the good twin~, to pick up the pieces. To take responsibility for your actions.
As the person in control, I'm opting out. I'm going to fight against those temptations because I am satisfied. My truth is valid. And I know that I am good enough. I'm full of love at every side and I shouldn't have to seek it out.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
It almost seems magical
How easily someone can fall in love with a hobby or a person
And make that the one thing that gets their life seemingly easier
The thing that drives their life; the reason someone wakes up in the morning
What makes them smile before they go to rest their head in the moonlight
And I watched you fall in love with your passion
I watched it not only fill your eyes but your hope and imagination
I watched it fill you up
You drank it in
Until the day it became distructive
You let it consume every part of you; your weekends, your house, your family
You let it sep into places where passion should be replaced with pure love and joy
You let it tear you apart and seperate you from 16 years of a person
You let it build a home and you let it fester
You took a shack and built a mansion
Your mansion became exclusive and you let nothing but your passion inside
You left me out in the cold while your passion kept you warm
And your passion became deadly to the rest of us
It was dangerous, don't you see?
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
I am not what you think I am.
Colourful, joyful, laughter and excitement.
I am dull, gloomy, serious and calm.
I do not find joy in loudness but in stillness I do.
I do not find pleasure in pleasing anyone because i cannot even please myself.
I am not picture perfect like you see me on pictures but i am raw, a mastering hideous perfectly formed flaw.
I do not have the perfect smile because real smiles do not exist in my real world.
My body is not what you imagined it to be because it is a skeleton out of it's closet.
I am not free as i may seem because i am trapped.
I am trapped in the flamerous and distructive thoughts of mine that are beckering at what i have become.
I am so afraid of what i have become, i have become so poisenious to myself.
I have become so out of value , i was once a diamond and now i am gravel.
I am used as a road for growth for some and a road of example of an expired female to the rest.
I am done, i am a dead body with a soul trying to live but soon will be ready to take it's life.
There is really no other way to describe myself other than expired, disasterious and into ashes.
I am trying so hard to cleanse all my past, my wounds , my flaws but the more i cleanse them the bigger they fluster.
Maybe the scars of all the heartbreak i have been through has marked the outside of me.
Im fighting a war with my inner self and outer self.
What is outside of me is building the monster in me.
The last time i checked what is in the inside brings what is from the outside but in my case it is the total opposite.
I feel like my past is haunting me and i see it in my reflection on the mirror.
Maybe this is a way of God's punishment to me.
For breaking all the laws he breaks my outer self inorder to break my inner self.
Day by day i destroy myself by impeckering at what i only succeed in which is my imperfections.
The burning gaze i receive from the monster that i see infront of my mirror lurching and mocking at my past written all over my imperfect body.
I am haunted, haunted by my thoughts, haunted by my feelings, haunted by my imperfection that is lingered by my haunting past that haunts my future.
Maybe this is what i was born for , i was born to be flawless in imperfection.
Maybe i was born to be seen as glorious but as soon as they get to know me they realise how into ashes i am.
I died, I died the day i lost my morals and i died the day i realised how i will never be good enough.
Not good enough for myself and most definetly not good enough for anyone.
I am alone once again.
I am alone yet i have so many people in my life.
But that's the thing, i have many in my "perfect" life that is a living lie and i have myself and only that in the real world of my nakedness and loneliness.
Maybe this is it, this is the hell that i was warned about when i was once innocent.
I died the day i lost my innocence and i was born again in the life of hell in a cell.
My life is a hell in a cell because i am imprisoned.
My whole body is marked and outlined by my past.
My thoughts of my past mistakes are locked in my brain and not willing to rest until i have no dignity left in me.
See what i mean?
I am not what you think i am.
I am not over my past.
I haven't overcome my flaws.
I have not found my confidence.
And i am not perfect at all and never will be.
But with time I will maybe be what i wish i could be and that is perfect in my eyes, unhaunted by my past and set free by my thoughts.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Radiant in beauty of course it doesn't suite.
I'm always all alone my life is like a hole.
But her present's lifts me up.
Does she try or is it dumb luck.
She's the sun.
She makes a cold blooded creature like me warm.
She keeps me safe with just her words.
She's a forein flower a lily of the valley.
She's distructive if tempted so control yourself.
Be timid she is timid.
I lied she's not.
She's a puzzle that you'll never solve.
Bemused you'll think she's cold.
She actually has a heart of gold.
Like a lighter she ignites my heart.
No colour in her face cause she has no care for labels.
She constantly amazes me.
She's always in my hazy dreams.
Her minds as perfect as her skin.
Soft and delicate that's what you think.
But honestly it's black and sick.
For some reason I like this
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
chairs don't get enough credit
nor do beds, who witness
ever accumulating sleep debt
we've let flying with the clouds
go from fantasy to unnoticed
head bent constantly because of phones
speaking in hushed tones to
the person on the other line
while we decline away from the public
a distructive inability to communicate
face to face
or hold conversations
completely connected, yet disconnected
is what this world has become
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
What does my futur holds
Just a glance of the future
I wish i could see
Am i gonna be there or not
Is it gonna be hurtful or lovely
Is it gonna be constructive or distructive
It is gonna be a white rose or a dark one
Is it gonna be worth living for
Am i gonna be inlove or heart broken
Is it gonna build me up or tear me down
How i wish i knew
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC