Destruction … that is what these hurricanes are all about. Wind, rain, trees coming crashing down, power lines down, windows broken, high tides. Damage beyond comprehension, and loss of lives.
destruction is in the path of chaos and in the rear view of the calm, i have a strong arm towards the rain and a cold shoulder for the pain, this life will surely drive me insane but Still I do not complain.
Charles
They placed their instruments with care, each perfectly attached to its partner in a perfect destructive path. Setting the fire loose, they watched as their masterpiece became their greatest pyro-act yet.
Destruction is only bad when coming from within. If the outer world is trying to destroy you, that is simply a challenge to show your greatness. When you are causing your own destruction, that is something worth worrying over.
Destruction is easy. The word useless says it all and destroys, everything: who you are, anything you have made, relationships, love, family and most importantly your self.
The grey blocks lining the wall, that made up the wall, that held each other together and remained strong for the better half of a century, were finally crumbling under the power of the invaders. Their destruction, and that of those within, were imminent.
She was slowly decaying. her insides were shutting down, a computer malfunctioning. It was an internal destruction. One that the outsiders wouldn’t recognise. She smiled, masking here inner pain. Her soul may be suffering but her facade would not.
Maddi
I discovered you, inch by inch,
with searching hands and curious feet
We are wrapped, arm and arm
You smile at my cunning charms
The world beneath me shattered. All I saw was darkness. Everyone, faceless. I do not know what had happened, but the destruction around me was too much to bear.
Despite the destruction of self that I participate in tonight, I know that I have someone there to help me live my life as peacefully and wonderfully as possible. My self destruction is just a means of getting through life as fun-filled as possible, but she helps me make that possible. I love her. So much. Saranghae.
He splashed the kerosene onto the row of motorcycles. He fished for the lighter in his pocket and lit the rag. With a grin and a burning satisfaction, he flung the lit rag towards the vehicles.
Salt
I never saw before how architectural is destruction
that was the first thing to pop into her head. destruct. Do not pass go, do not collect $200 dollars, just head straight to the mirror and look at what a sad excuse for a human you are. She didn’t want to: it’s just what happened every.single.day. The self destruction she lived for.
The three boys watched the building’s ember flames rise higher than they stood. In the wrecked dining room, where plates were smashed and dust was might, in the dining room where they watched their creation roar. It was fearsome for the three, to be once again standing in the heart of such a terrible thing, yet they watched with the sincerest of smiles on their face. Who’s house was this? They didn’t it know. They’d casually joke between them that the houses picked them, yet that was just a fable from hell. They never took anything, they just wanted to create something others wouldn’t understand.
It was then that the boys realised they had to part with their creation, so they slowly left the house. Once outside, they stood facing the flames. Dust and grime on their faces, sweat stained clothes, they knew they had once again made something great. Walking away they told to the night, “destruction is creation.”
freedom she scream, the land of pureness
freedom! freedom! scream the children of the rocks and slingshots
freedom ! freedom ! freedom screams the bleeding body on the street
freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom ! screams Jerusalem
FREEEEEEEDDDDDDOOOOOOMMMM screams Palestine
sz
Destruction is usually a lot prettier in movies than construction. Or at least, more exciting. Building something is really a boring process. But destroying it is a fun-filled release of energy! I hate it. Not fun or energy, but destruction, I mean. Even on a tv screen. It’s always bothered me that at some point, SOMEONE is gonna have to clean up a ton of stuff.
Destruction. Such a powerful word. Did you know that there are enough nuclear weapons to blown the entire earth up? That really is a Terrible thing. Humans bringing destruction upon themselves.
Destruction is what happens when things don’t go according to plan. When the hurricane turns out stronger than you thought it would, or when the person you thought loved you turns out to be someone who doesn’t. When things that weren’t supposed to happen to ‘someone like me’ do happen. Destruction is when things don’t work out the way you thought they ought to.
Lucas Wiseman
Destruction brings to mind metal and dusty plains type areas. I guess there might have been destruction happen in a place like this sometime in history and I’m vaguely remembering it. Maybe I’m thinking of area 51 with aliens and stuff I don’t know..
anthony presley
I am watching Hurricane Irene swirl toward the North Carolina coast and am hoping my favorite beach will still be there after she leaves her trail of destruction.
Debbie Knight
It was a terrible night. The hurricane had just left the area. Drake had just gotten to sleep when the earthquake hit. He ran out of his farm house and was cowering with a shotgun behind the barn when the quake’s path of destruction knocked over a lawn chair. When the shaking finally stopped, he sighed in relief. He walked over to reset the chair when a meteorite hit him, exploding him into paste.
the destruction of my heart went a little like this. sad that i have to explain it, really, because you probably plotted it all out. first, you were sweet. you called me beautiful, perfect, amazing; you held my hand, you squeezed it tight. you’d pull me close, twirl me around, and whisper in my ear. you never stopped being the most amazing guy ever. you never did anything wrong. and even though it’s not officially over, each time i see your face, and i’m reminded of how you’re just too good to be true, i also can’t help reminding myself that nothing this good lasts. Sooner or later, we’ll go our separate ways. The slow destruction of my heart won’t ever stop, but maybe, just maybe, you’re worth the pain.
Rain fell around the tree, the wind pulling and pushing the poor twig from side to side. The leaves were gone, the branches were holding on for dear life as the storm raged around it. Nothing could stop the wind, the rain. The tree only hoped that the lightning did not set it’s eyes on the tree as a target to destroy.
She had watched her family deconstruct, crumbling in upon itself, too heavy for its foundation. She had watched, seen the destruction, absorbed it all. She knew the drill. She knew the pain. She knew that she shouldn’t want this. She knew that this wasn’t the way things were going to be. Didn’t she?
She wasn’t sure as she saw her father reach for her mother’s hand.
Destruction like my heart. People have destroyed it too much, Broken, ripped, burned, destroyed. Destroyed like a physical object is my heart. Destruct, destruct.
Why destruct when you can construct?
Destruct is hate
Construct is love, mkaing something new.
Molly
An optimist would say that destruction breeds creation. I would say that destruction is so much easier than creation that it renders creation obsolete.
It was destruction at its finest. Looking around the room, you’d never know that anything had changed – the photos were still in place, the pillows were still scattered – but she had changed. You could see it in the way she stepped, seemingly a little freer, or the way she looked across the room, for once not looking for you. She had changed; every part of her that she disliked had been destroyed, and only those closest would ever have the slightest clue.
Destruction is bad. There are so many places in the world that have destruction going on. Like the Middle East, and Hurricane Irene in the U.S. And that recent earthquake on the East Coast. I hope everyone will be okay in NYC. Things like that really scare me. I pray everyone will be okay. I’m kinda scared..
Jessi
my Life has been full of it. Everyone i meet, and every situation. We all swim, and try to avoid it….but not matter who you are, you, will inevitably meet destruction..
It’s a strong wind
That breaks a man to nothing.
Laying in the path
of the wrath of destruction.
No rainbow to show for it,
No, the sun isn’t coming.
Not today.
Destruction … that is what these hurricanes are all about. Wind, rain, trees coming crashing down, power lines down, windows broken, high tides. Damage beyond comprehension, and loss of lives.
destruction is in the path of chaos and in the rear view of the calm, i have a strong arm towards the rain and a cold shoulder for the pain, this life will surely drive me insane but Still I do not complain.
They placed their instruments with care, each perfectly attached to its partner in a perfect destructive path. Setting the fire loose, they watched as their masterpiece became their greatest pyro-act yet.
Destruction is only bad when coming from within. If the outer world is trying to destroy you, that is simply a challenge to show your greatness. When you are causing your own destruction, that is something worth worrying over.
Destruction is easy. The word useless says it all and destroys, everything: who you are, anything you have made, relationships, love, family and most importantly your self.
The grey blocks lining the wall, that made up the wall, that held each other together and remained strong for the better half of a century, were finally crumbling under the power of the invaders. Their destruction, and that of those within, were imminent.
She was slowly decaying. her insides were shutting down, a computer malfunctioning. It was an internal destruction. One that the outsiders wouldn’t recognise. She smiled, masking here inner pain. Her soul may be suffering but her facade would not.
I discovered you, inch by inch,
with searching hands and curious feet
We are wrapped, arm and arm
You smile at my cunning charms
destruction is what we are all destined for if we keep being so blind and sucked into a fantasy world of deceit and apathy
destruction, construction, restruction……guess it has to be the one the begins it all…
The world beneath me shattered. All I saw was darkness. Everyone, faceless. I do not know what had happened, but the destruction around me was too much to bear.
Despite the destruction of self that I participate in tonight, I know that I have someone there to help me live my life as peacefully and wonderfully as possible. My self destruction is just a means of getting through life as fun-filled as possible, but she helps me make that possible. I love her. So much. Saranghae.
He splashed the kerosene onto the row of motorcycles. He fished for the lighter in his pocket and lit the rag. With a grin and a burning satisfaction, he flung the lit rag towards the vehicles.
I never saw before how architectural is destruction
that was the first thing to pop into her head. destruct. Do not pass go, do not collect $200 dollars, just head straight to the mirror and look at what a sad excuse for a human you are. She didn’t want to: it’s just what happened every.single.day. The self destruction she lived for.
“What could have been.”
With those four words, the remnants of my heart crumble inside my chest.
Yet I force myself to repeat those words under my breath, over and over, until nothing is left.
“What could have been, what could have been, what could have been…”
The three boys watched the building’s ember flames rise higher than they stood. In the wrecked dining room, where plates were smashed and dust was might, in the dining room where they watched their creation roar. It was fearsome for the three, to be once again standing in the heart of such a terrible thing, yet they watched with the sincerest of smiles on their face. Who’s house was this? They didn’t it know. They’d casually joke between them that the houses picked them, yet that was just a fable from hell. They never took anything, they just wanted to create something others wouldn’t understand.
It was then that the boys realised they had to part with their creation, so they slowly left the house. Once outside, they stood facing the flames. Dust and grime on their faces, sweat stained clothes, they knew they had once again made something great. Walking away they told to the night, “destruction is creation.”
Ruined beauty surrounds me, crumbling walls falling down.
Am I responsible?
I can’t be, I wasn’t here long enough to make an impact….
Stepping over the rubble, I exit stage left.
Still waiting to reconstruct.
The building would collapse into little pieces like legos. Boom bang – burst and perfect squares collect at the ground.
freedom she scream, the land of pureness
freedom! freedom! scream the children of the rocks and slingshots
freedom ! freedom ! freedom screams the bleeding body on the street
freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom ! screams Jerusalem
FREEEEEEEDDDDDDOOOOOOMMMM screams Palestine
Destruction is usually a lot prettier in movies than construction. Or at least, more exciting. Building something is really a boring process. But destroying it is a fun-filled release of energy! I hate it. Not fun or energy, but destruction, I mean. Even on a tv screen. It’s always bothered me that at some point, SOMEONE is gonna have to clean up a ton of stuff.
selfdestruction…that is something that happens isnt it? or is it? can we really self destruct?
Destruction. Such a powerful word. Did you know that there are enough nuclear weapons to blown the entire earth up? That really is a Terrible thing. Humans bringing destruction upon themselves.
DESTRUCTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Destruction is what happens when things don’t go according to plan. When the hurricane turns out stronger than you thought it would, or when the person you thought loved you turns out to be someone who doesn’t. When things that weren’t supposed to happen to ‘someone like me’ do happen. Destruction is when things don’t work out the way you thought they ought to.
Destruction brings to mind metal and dusty plains type areas. I guess there might have been destruction happen in a place like this sometime in history and I’m vaguely remembering it. Maybe I’m thinking of area 51 with aliens and stuff I don’t know..
I am watching Hurricane Irene swirl toward the North Carolina coast and am hoping my favorite beach will still be there after she leaves her trail of destruction.
It was a terrible night. The hurricane had just left the area. Drake had just gotten to sleep when the earthquake hit. He ran out of his farm house and was cowering with a shotgun behind the barn when the quake’s path of destruction knocked over a lawn chair. When the shaking finally stopped, he sighed in relief. He walked over to reset the chair when a meteorite hit him, exploding him into paste.
the destruction of my heart went a little like this. sad that i have to explain it, really, because you probably plotted it all out. first, you were sweet. you called me beautiful, perfect, amazing; you held my hand, you squeezed it tight. you’d pull me close, twirl me around, and whisper in my ear. you never stopped being the most amazing guy ever. you never did anything wrong. and even though it’s not officially over, each time i see your face, and i’m reminded of how you’re just too good to be true, i also can’t help reminding myself that nothing this good lasts. Sooner or later, we’ll go our separate ways. The slow destruction of my heart won’t ever stop, but maybe, just maybe, you’re worth the pain.
Destruction. Tear apart. ruin. All words that can describe a life, a relationship, a course.
It’s beautiful when she destroys him. Pillages her way through his frosty cover and maneuvers her way to him. Just him, no acting, no harsh words.
4 times. 4TIMES we went downtown to see the destruction and chaos by Loki & Captain America and what did we get for our troubles? Horrible traffic.
Rain fell around the tree, the wind pulling and pushing the poor twig from side to side. The leaves were gone, the branches were holding on for dear life as the storm raged around it. Nothing could stop the wind, the rain. The tree only hoped that the lightning did not set it’s eyes on the tree as a target to destroy.
She had watched her family deconstruct, crumbling in upon itself, too heavy for its foundation. She had watched, seen the destruction, absorbed it all. She knew the drill. She knew the pain. She knew that she shouldn’t want this. She knew that this wasn’t the way things were going to be. Didn’t she?
She wasn’t sure as she saw her father reach for her mother’s hand.
Destruction like my heart. People have destroyed it too much, Broken, ripped, burned, destroyed. Destroyed like a physical object is my heart. Destruct, destruct.
Why destruct when you can construct?
Destruct is hate
Construct is love, mkaing something new.
An optimist would say that destruction breeds creation. I would say that destruction is so much easier than creation that it renders creation obsolete.
It was destruction at its finest. Looking around the room, you’d never know that anything had changed – the photos were still in place, the pillows were still scattered – but she had changed. You could see it in the way she stepped, seemingly a little freer, or the way she looked across the room, for once not looking for you. She had changed; every part of her that she disliked had been destroyed, and only those closest would ever have the slightest clue.
Destruction is bad. There are so many places in the world that have destruction going on. Like the Middle East, and Hurricane Irene in the U.S. And that recent earthquake on the East Coast. I hope everyone will be okay in NYC. Things like that really scare me. I pray everyone will be okay. I’m kinda scared..
my Life has been full of it. Everyone i meet, and every situation. We all swim, and try to avoid it….but not matter who you are, you, will inevitably meet destruction..
It’s a strong wind
That breaks a man to nothing.
Laying in the path
of the wrath of destruction.
No rainbow to show for it,
No, the sun isn’t coming.
Not today.