pain. life. war. destruction is what happens when i get angry my mom got angry once we all cried for three weeks. pain despair and destruction. i can’t think of anything positive about destruction
I walked away from the destruction, my marriage in array. It hadn’t been like that at the beginning. We were a happy couple. Then the stranger made his entrance into our lives.
Don
The destruction was obvious. There was something right about the lack of symmetry and perfection she had come to associate with the oppressive structure.
Everything is broken now. He doesn’t know what do do. He can’t think. Can’t breathe. He has been running so long that his feet are numb and legs are throbbing. the sky is shot with orange and tiny flecks of water are splashing the concrete beneath him.
Amy
it all ends to this…unfortunately no
Matter how much we try to avoid it we all
End with destruction. And after it
There’s nothing but change.
And yes, change is good.
I am a victim of my own self-destruction. There is no one holding me back but myself. Whenever I start to get happy, I pull myself down again. As Guster says, I am a one-man wrecking machine. I will be the death of myself, I know it. All I do is destroy, destroy, destroy.
Everything in my life is built up just so that I can follow it with destruction.
JD.
Every country in the world does it, the whole human nation does it from the beginning of the world. The fundamentalism of capitalism, since we people destroy things, we buy more that we don’t need.
Kapa Pi
the ultimate destruction.
EPIC WORDS.
imagine the sun’s destruction?
wow…….that just seems so impossible.
Her words were a weapon of mass destruction. They shattered through air particles, slicing through reverberations of sound that could have been otherwise construed as decent.
Destruction rampant twisted metal and asphalt streets. Where were you when I lay bleeding, where were you with your fingers in the wound pulling out glass, tearing out my heart when the rain hit me. And I hate me and I wish this would never end because I am dying and I don’t want you and I want you closer and I wish things had never changed and I miss your house that I never saw and your mother that I never met.
Inaegiel
Everything goes the way of the Dodo. Destruction and decay are as natural as laughter and creativity and easier to come by. I will hold your hand in mine and pray the our love ends slowly, unraveling like a favorite sweater until we no longer recognize one another.
He messed me up. Totally ripped out my heart. Tore it into tiny little pieces I think he enjoyed it probably every little second two. But i’m over it, let him do what he wants to me. I’m bigger in the end
Samm
As if in slow motion, the top 3 stories of a large glass office block all tilt sideways then fall to the ground. This is it. Today we have seen the destruction of the last large city. We have achieved victory with our own hands. Why?
Destruction. Smashing, throwing, breaking, screaming…The noise was too much…
I had to run…find escape! I looked from left to right, but everything was a blur. All i saw was the lights, blending together magnificently…It was far too dark to recognize any faces. I ran. I didn’t know what direction, but I had to get away. Far away. I stumbled ad fell, on something rough. My hands and knees were scratched and bloody, but I didn’t care. I needed escape.
Tsemsie
The Greatest Wars
Wage silently all around us
fought in thought
inside each of us,
on the battlefields of our brain.
The Empire of Ego where Hate heralds
and is rained by Sergeant Sorrow Pain
and General Greed Guilt;
commanding an army of innumerable Neurons
who in synchronicity fire their synapses,
and release chemical warfare,
the destruction of dissonance.
destruction. something we need in order to survive on account without it there wouldnt be any CONstruction therefor making construction not real. therefore meaning everything would be distroyed
fana
destruction reminds me of peanut butter. and this is why.
one bright, happy, and delicious day, i was outside. when. to my disbelief, BEFORE MY EYES, a tree was being murdered. total destruction of the poor little thing. after they cut it down, i hugged it. i hugged that tree for probably an hour. i had sap all over my arms and hands, so i had to go to the school kitchen and get peanut butter to get it off. good thing i don’t like peanut butter anyways. because it reminds me of TREE MURDER.
Destruction. Our world is plagued by it each and every day, whether it be in small bits or large pieces. Just this week there was an earthquake which destroyed things and now the hurricane is making its way up along the east coast. But what’s amazing is how we can always bounce back from times of awful destruction.
Teeps
This is it, this is what I’m doing to myself. I could really love it here, but I’m so clingy and depressed when she doesn’t talk to me or when she doesn’t respond because I know she’s having fun and I could be too but my whole life stops for her troubles, while she just treats mine with band-aid words.
I was annoyed. I was human, yet when my house got burned down and I lost literally everything, no one came to my aid. No one tried to help a fellow human being. I was forced to live on the streets, yet people walked past me with disgust on their faces and dared to call me useless and a hobo who was too lazy to get a job. Disgusting. What exactly happened to the human race? Where is our so called humanity?
Emily Woods
Ja, manchmal möchte Horst alles kurz und klein schlagen. Die Kronleuchter, die immer noch im Schuppen rumliegen und immer mehr einstauben. Den Porsche unter der grauen Umzugsdecke. Den Sack voll Uhren auf dem Dachboden. Horst nimmt dann manchmal den Vorschlaghammer in die Hand, um sich vorzustellen, wie es wäre, wenn …
out the window of her bedroom molly gazed upon the haunting and sickening scene. The house next door had been burned to the ground, the family was crying among the shrieks of the ambulences and fire engines. she picked up her blanky and ran to the kitchen to tell her mommy about the destruction.
kacey flipper
destruction. tornados, hurricanes, tsunamis, earthquakes, oil spills, natural disaster. destruction can be as little as one person or as large as the world. what destruction is in your life right now that you could fix?
Destruction.. So evil, but then brings new and greater things to our lives. Brings such depression, but leads us to meet new things. Allows us to experience losses, opening doors to perhaps give empathy to another later in life.
Destruction can bring the best, and the worst out of life.
They look on at the destruction they caused, and they don’t feel a thing. Reno lights a cigarette as if its the only logical thing to do, and Rude takes off his shades and rubs his eyes when Reno comes home that night.
The bowl shattered as it hit the ground, and flecks of it skittered across the floor. The red paint inside coated the walls of the room like blood. The entire scene played out in slow motion: cabinets opening and emptying themselves onto counters; the chandelier falling with a crash onto the table. Cracks began to form in the corners of the room, and slowly, the water started pouring in. It filled the room, uprooting the memories that were hung on the walls. A heart shaped box floated to the top of the water. The open lid revealed a small light. With a sudden swell, the water extinguished the glow. At last, the ocean drained out of the room, leaving only destruction.
They looked beyond the horizon for the impending destruction coming their way. The wind howled and sky grew dark and grim. Some were giddy with excitement. Some mute with fear. Not one could deny though the energy they felt and the power of it all.
the destruction of a single moment of my life could change it forever, and that is very well what i may have done when i said the words that turned you away. there was always a chance before now but i think that after what i told you the moment is gone and the chance is lost forever.
The ocean. Deep and tall the mach and toess. I neck the surf… the marasm of mine kind. Dull euh rising from the corps. Whale and flag to our felt ‘b-cause u-love. Between time… the loan rule my frost ! Where and in… august in the sky and dome.
The time of destruction has passed. At least I hope it has. I am in a time of building, rebuilding, reaching out, reaching in, exploring, and wondering. Let the good times roll!
Carol Bailey Floyd
As Irene approached, the coastal town feared the destruction the ferocious winds and rain would bring. The biggest hurricane in 50 years was coming.
LT
it’s much needed, destruction. But it get’s bad press. If it wasn’t part of the process, would things move on and start new?
Arru
The destruction she had done to herself, was more than therapy, or anything could help her. She only knew the worst had past.
Iffah
The path to destruction was often clouded. It could shift form into the most beautiful things so that you would never know your demise lay at its end. You were the path. From the first moment we stole each other’s breaths, held each other’s gazes we had taken the first step down a path we couldn’t turn back from. Everything we touched left as dust in our wake. Apart we were seemingly nothing, together though, we were destruction.
Destruction of myself and everything I hold dear. Destruction of everything I worked for and all the relationships I built with others. Destruction of my life. Destruction of me. By me. I am destroying myself.
pain. life. war. destruction is what happens when i get angry my mom got angry once we all cried for three weeks. pain despair and destruction. i can’t think of anything positive about destruction
I walked away from the destruction, my marriage in array. It hadn’t been like that at the beginning. We were a happy couple. Then the stranger made his entrance into our lives.
The destruction was obvious. There was something right about the lack of symmetry and perfection she had come to associate with the oppressive structure.
Everything is broken now. He doesn’t know what do do. He can’t think. Can’t breathe. He has been running so long that his feet are numb and legs are throbbing. the sky is shot with orange and tiny flecks of water are splashing the concrete beneath him.
it all ends to this…unfortunately no
Matter how much we try to avoid it we all
End with destruction. And after it
There’s nothing but change.
And yes, change is good.
I am a victim of my own self-destruction. There is no one holding me back but myself. Whenever I start to get happy, I pull myself down again. As Guster says, I am a one-man wrecking machine. I will be the death of myself, I know it. All I do is destroy, destroy, destroy.
Everything in my life is built up just so that I can follow it with destruction.
Every country in the world does it, the whole human nation does it from the beginning of the world. The fundamentalism of capitalism, since we people destroy things, we buy more that we don’t need.
the ultimate destruction.
EPIC WORDS.
imagine the sun’s destruction?
wow…….that just seems so impossible.
Her words were a weapon of mass destruction. They shattered through air particles, slicing through reverberations of sound that could have been otherwise construed as decent.
They were her deadly vice.
Back off!
or
I’ll huff and I’ll puff
And I’ll blow your heart in.
Why do I yearn for construction sites
hard hats
yellow boots
vacancy
rubble and despair
Destruction rampant twisted metal and asphalt streets. Where were you when I lay bleeding, where were you with your fingers in the wound pulling out glass, tearing out my heart when the rain hit me. And I hate me and I wish this would never end because I am dying and I don’t want you and I want you closer and I wish things had never changed and I miss your house that I never saw and your mother that I never met.
Everything goes the way of the Dodo. Destruction and decay are as natural as laughter and creativity and easier to come by. I will hold your hand in mine and pray the our love ends slowly, unraveling like a favorite sweater until we no longer recognize one another.
He messed me up. Totally ripped out my heart. Tore it into tiny little pieces I think he enjoyed it probably every little second two. But i’m over it, let him do what he wants to me. I’m bigger in the end
As if in slow motion, the top 3 stories of a large glass office block all tilt sideways then fall to the ground. This is it. Today we have seen the destruction of the last large city. We have achieved victory with our own hands. Why?
Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Destruction. Smashing, throwing, breaking, screaming…The noise was too much…
I had to run…find escape! I looked from left to right, but everything was a blur. All i saw was the lights, blending together magnificently…It was far too dark to recognize any faces. I ran. I didn’t know what direction, but I had to get away. Far away. I stumbled ad fell, on something rough. My hands and knees were scratched and bloody, but I didn’t care. I needed escape.
The Greatest Wars
Wage silently all around us
fought in thought
inside each of us,
on the battlefields of our brain.
The Empire of Ego where Hate heralds
and is rained by Sergeant Sorrow Pain
and General Greed Guilt;
commanding an army of innumerable Neurons
who in synchronicity fire their synapses,
and release chemical warfare,
the destruction of dissonance.
destruction. something we need in order to survive on account without it there wouldnt be any CONstruction therefor making construction not real. therefore meaning everything would be distroyed
destruction reminds me of peanut butter. and this is why.
one bright, happy, and delicious day, i was outside. when. to my disbelief, BEFORE MY EYES, a tree was being murdered. total destruction of the poor little thing. after they cut it down, i hugged it. i hugged that tree for probably an hour. i had sap all over my arms and hands, so i had to go to the school kitchen and get peanut butter to get it off. good thing i don’t like peanut butter anyways. because it reminds me of TREE MURDER.
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Destruction. Our world is plagued by it each and every day, whether it be in small bits or large pieces. Just this week there was an earthquake which destroyed things and now the hurricane is making its way up along the east coast. But what’s amazing is how we can always bounce back from times of awful destruction.
This is it, this is what I’m doing to myself. I could really love it here, but I’m so clingy and depressed when she doesn’t talk to me or when she doesn’t respond because I know she’s having fun and I could be too but my whole life stops for her troubles, while she just treats mine with band-aid words.
I was annoyed. I was human, yet when my house got burned down and I lost literally everything, no one came to my aid. No one tried to help a fellow human being. I was forced to live on the streets, yet people walked past me with disgust on their faces and dared to call me useless and a hobo who was too lazy to get a job. Disgusting. What exactly happened to the human race? Where is our so called humanity?
Ja, manchmal möchte Horst alles kurz und klein schlagen. Die Kronleuchter, die immer noch im Schuppen rumliegen und immer mehr einstauben. Den Porsche unter der grauen Umzugsdecke. Den Sack voll Uhren auf dem Dachboden. Horst nimmt dann manchmal den Vorschlaghammer in die Hand, um sich vorzustellen, wie es wäre, wenn …
is bad
to kill and ruin and maim is awuful i dont understand the logic behind it
Destruction is a form of creation. When the fire burns away at the bone, ashes fall and from the fertility of our dust comes the potential for life.
out the window of her bedroom molly gazed upon the haunting and sickening scene. The house next door had been burned to the ground, the family was crying among the shrieks of the ambulences and fire engines. she picked up her blanky and ran to the kitchen to tell her mommy about the destruction.
destruction. tornados, hurricanes, tsunamis, earthquakes, oil spills, natural disaster. destruction can be as little as one person or as large as the world. what destruction is in your life right now that you could fix?
Destruction.. So evil, but then brings new and greater things to our lives. Brings such depression, but leads us to meet new things. Allows us to experience losses, opening doors to perhaps give empathy to another later in life.
Destruction can bring the best, and the worst out of life.
They look on at the destruction they caused, and they don’t feel a thing. Reno lights a cigarette as if its the only logical thing to do, and Rude takes off his shades and rubs his eyes when Reno comes home that night.
They don’t talk about it. It never comes up.
The bowl shattered as it hit the ground, and flecks of it skittered across the floor. The red paint inside coated the walls of the room like blood. The entire scene played out in slow motion: cabinets opening and emptying themselves onto counters; the chandelier falling with a crash onto the table. Cracks began to form in the corners of the room, and slowly, the water started pouring in. It filled the room, uprooting the memories that were hung on the walls. A heart shaped box floated to the top of the water. The open lid revealed a small light. With a sudden swell, the water extinguished the glow. At last, the ocean drained out of the room, leaving only destruction.
They looked beyond the horizon for the impending destruction coming their way. The wind howled and sky grew dark and grim. Some were giddy with excitement. Some mute with fear. Not one could deny though the energy they felt and the power of it all.
the destruction of a single moment of my life could change it forever, and that is very well what i may have done when i said the words that turned you away. there was always a chance before now but i think that after what i told you the moment is gone and the chance is lost forever.
The ocean. Deep and tall the mach and toess. I neck the surf… the marasm of mine kind. Dull euh rising from the corps. Whale and flag to our felt ‘b-cause u-love. Between time… the loan rule my frost ! Where and in… august in the sky and dome.
The time of destruction has passed. At least I hope it has. I am in a time of building, rebuilding, reaching out, reaching in, exploring, and wondering. Let the good times roll!
As Irene approached, the coastal town feared the destruction the ferocious winds and rain would bring. The biggest hurricane in 50 years was coming.
it’s much needed, destruction. But it get’s bad press. If it wasn’t part of the process, would things move on and start new?
The destruction she had done to herself, was more than therapy, or anything could help her. She only knew the worst had past.
The path to destruction was often clouded. It could shift form into the most beautiful things so that you would never know your demise lay at its end. You were the path. From the first moment we stole each other’s breaths, held each other’s gazes we had taken the first step down a path we couldn’t turn back from. Everything we touched left as dust in our wake. Apart we were seemingly nothing, together though, we were destruction.
Destruction of myself and everything I hold dear. Destruction of everything I worked for and all the relationships I built with others. Destruction of my life. Destruction of me. By me. I am destroying myself.