The inevitable end to what we know. A heart break is destruction of all we have believed. Love, trust, and happy endings. After this destruction there is no help crew to come clean our mess. We are only left with the ruins of our broken soul. We are left empty from all that we once saw as actuality.
Aryn
fire
ashes
pain
families broken and torn apart, never to see one another again
lost and loneliness
dying and decay
manmade or natural
all signify one thing
the loss of one life or many.
When I see the word “destruction” I think, No. I cannot write about this. No. Before I let any thought seep into my brain, I pummel the back button as if it were to save my own life. No.
It’s interesting how just after you get done with your yoga routine, you return to the world of the internet, and the first word you see is destruction. I think this says something about my life; no matter how hard I try to get away, I’ll never be successful.
My cat comes to mind with this word. Albeit cute, she is the bane of my existence, destroying almost every possession I have. From shredding my couch with claws, to shredding my carpet with claws, to peeing on my bed, she destroys everything she touches. Including my sanity. But…I love her…damn it!
thecolouringinroom
Destroy, build, relapse. What you break you build, only to rise up from the ashes like the phoenix that trembles before its own fire, blazing in its own flames and wondering if there is not more to burn, more to destroy. The glory of horror and fear and death is fascinating, no?
Lana
He sat in the back of the wreckage: bits of plastic strewn everywhere, shards of metal in the middle of the road. “Shit,” he thought as he heaved his body up from the scarlet seat.
Destruction, everything in the world is in the phase of destruction, its contagious, the human nature desire to destruct what was once made by others, destruction causes another phase of re-starting…destruction is destructed.
Mariam3zzat
estru estru in estrus. Without passion and only with perspective and context and all the observational skills that four years of premed and eight of med school give you, I stood by and watched her writhe in estrus. Anarchic lust and postponed guilt.
Destruction has taken over my life. Things falling to pieces at my feet as I try to force them back into what they once where. My dreams have broken and the shards are slicing into my hands, the pain letting me know that nothing will ever be the same again.
My room. It looks like a tornado has been through it. Or maybe Hurricane Irene. Anywho, if you look at it, you know exactly the meaning of destruction. Books, clothes splayed all over the place. Empty wrappers and cans. So embarrassing.
At the end of the world, when destruction had consumed all that man had built, and saved, and savored, devoured, loved, and grown, there stood a man in the rubble. Wide-brimmed hat on his head, pulled low over his eyes for shade, he chewed on the end of a slowly dying cigarette.
Ben Tracy
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
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Her world lay shattered around her, quite literally. Flames licked at the sides of ruined houses, and the bodies of her friends were piled up roughly in the town centre, as though an irritated parent had cleaned up after its hyperactive offspring, which is pretty much what happened.
Andrew
¡EXPLOSION!
Slow it down.
Dismantle it with care
Let it gently collapse
As you Pull the last
Threaded screw
The demolition, the destruction. The rabbit stared at her home, massacred by the lawn mower. Her children soaked the ground and fed the grass.
It wasn’t over. She vowed. It was never going to end. Her children were gone before they had seen the sunlight.
Kelsey
destruction is what everyone is worried about.
east coast take cover.
destruction is here.
and i think we’ll be fine. we usually always are.
somehow the media got a hold of us again.
and you’d never know
but appearntly people shit more when there’s a hurricane
because
the grocery store is all out of fucking toilet paper.
HA.
get your self stupid drunk and sit at home.
then you won’t be destructed in this destruction
The word destruction brings terrible pictures to ones mind. Death and decay, loss and hopelessness.
But without destruction, how would there ever be construction? How would mankind ever make things that were bigger and better? Destruction is a chance to start over, a clean slate. A chance to construct.
The destruction in our minds can sweep across us like a plague and carry us to wastelands that we would otherwise not journey. And if we let it, it will depress us beyond repair.
Mary Lou Wynegar
Irene will cause destruction. The war raging between your heart and brain will cause destruction, possibly of yourself. We are naturally destructive. We just need to know when to destroy the right things.
destruction is the new thing nowadays. Order it now for only 59.99. If you order now, you’ll get suicide for free!! Its a one time offer you can’t miss! What are you waiting for, just pick up the knife and we’ll deliver your order.
Hanna-Kristel
I hope this hurricane doesn’t do much destruction…just kidding I hope it does then it could destroy our high school and then no junior year for me!! No, I want to go back to school without that I don’t have a life.
The destruction caused by the crashing asteroid was devastating. Half of the North American continent was wiped off of the map in the blink of an eye. The other half went into immediate apocalyptic-type natural disasters, everything ranging from earthquakes to volcanoes. Tsunamis of earth-shattering proportion were on their way across the globe to do just that. Buenos Aires had already been washed away. Here in Europe, we minutes before suffering a similar fate. And of all the times, in all the world, you pick now to tell me that you’re in love with another woman? Couldn’t you at least keep up the lie, continue the façade, until we were dead? Do you hate me that much that you couldn’t do that one little thing?
Doug McIntire
Problem fool,
Cause I’m still alive and the boy you love is dead.
He was dead at the panic
He was dead at your graduation.
He’s dead now.
his destruction means my recovery.
And that I take on his body.
Now I need something to feed on.
There is no more pisces.
Only something that was never born
Casadega is beautiful this time of year.
B
The telephone pole had hit the ground with a shower of sparks and light. The electric buzz was more muted now, but the deadly hum still carried through the air. Casey was cautious about how she approached it.
On the eve of destruction, there was a sunset. Nothing threatening, just a quiet whimper of a sunset. Some seagulls flew past, unaware of their imminent vaporization. We all sat around talking about the weather, heading back to school, feeding the dogs. And then it happened.
Painterspoon
crumbles, jumbles the never ending rumble. You see it coming down crashing in front you. Scared you try to avoid as much of the junk as possible.
ALYB
You know you’re headed down the path to destruction – self destruction – when you stop along the way, and look at the others’ lives who are passing you by, and they seem to be going against the grain. All of them. And their houses are coming down in parts, not all at once, like they’re deconstructing, and you notice that your house has just had it’s entire front burned off. Not just taken down – yeah, that’s when you know you’re en route to self destruction.
the act of destroying and breaking down into pieces. emotional breakdown, mental breakdown. losing control. physically breaking down and destroying something. associated with violence and hatred sometimes.
gohfish
destruction of memories occurs when someone behaves in a way that contradicts who you thought they were. then you see everything in a different light, from another perspective. how many times they lied to you. how many times it was a let down. how many things have went wrong in such a short span of time. makes you want to demolish it all and start over again.
destruction is the breaking or destroying of things…i luv it wen no one gets hurt…buildings fall down lyk….TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD
gautham
destruction…the ultimate fear of all human beings specially these days , with all the disturbance going on everywhere and almost at each country …some ppl thing it’s the end..
It was destruction everywhere. The hurricane came without warning and within a matter of hours all was gone,
victor walkes
Adrenaline rushed through my veins like a speedy subway. I was cowering in a corner of an unfamiliar house, with my little brother under my arm. I covered him with my body, but it felt like no use to these ruthless soldiers. I promised my mom I’d try to protect him when she died, but every day, it seems like I’m going to break that promise. After there had been minimal sounds for about an hour, I stood up and looked around. Lots of blood, ruins, bodies, and destruction. Like usual. There were a few people alive, cowering, but no soldiers it seems. One more day alive. The rest of our lives to go.
The inevitable end to what we know. A heart break is destruction of all we have believed. Love, trust, and happy endings. After this destruction there is no help crew to come clean our mess. We are only left with the ruins of our broken soul. We are left empty from all that we once saw as actuality.
fire
ashes
pain
families broken and torn apart, never to see one another again
lost and loneliness
dying and decay
manmade or natural
all signify one thing
the loss of one life or many.
When I see the word “destruction” I think, No. I cannot write about this. No. Before I let any thought seep into my brain, I pummel the back button as if it were to save my own life. No.
Destruction of demise
Forever living prize.
Everything is engulf in fire,there is no way for the people in the building to escape.W hat are they going to do next?Watching them being burned?
It’s interesting how just after you get done with your yoga routine, you return to the world of the internet, and the first word you see is destruction. I think this says something about my life; no matter how hard I try to get away, I’ll never be successful.
My cat comes to mind with this word. Albeit cute, she is the bane of my existence, destroying almost every possession I have. From shredding my couch with claws, to shredding my carpet with claws, to peeing on my bed, she destroys everything she touches. Including my sanity. But…I love her…damn it!
Destroy, build, relapse. What you break you build, only to rise up from the ashes like the phoenix that trembles before its own fire, blazing in its own flames and wondering if there is not more to burn, more to destroy. The glory of horror and fear and death is fascinating, no?
He sat in the back of the wreckage: bits of plastic strewn everywhere, shards of metal in the middle of the road. “Shit,” he thought as he heaved his body up from the scarlet seat.
Destruction, everything in the world is in the phase of destruction, its contagious, the human nature desire to destruct what was once made by others, destruction causes another phase of re-starting…destruction is destructed.
estru estru in estrus. Without passion and only with perspective and context and all the observational skills that four years of premed and eight of med school give you, I stood by and watched her writhe in estrus. Anarchic lust and postponed guilt.
Destruction has taken over my life. Things falling to pieces at my feet as I try to force them back into what they once where. My dreams have broken and the shards are slicing into my hands, the pain letting me know that nothing will ever be the same again.
My room. It looks like a tornado has been through it. Or maybe Hurricane Irene. Anywho, if you look at it, you know exactly the meaning of destruction. Books, clothes splayed all over the place. Empty wrappers and cans. So embarrassing.
At the end of the world, when destruction had consumed all that man had built, and saved, and savored, devoured, loved, and grown, there stood a man in the rubble. Wide-brimmed hat on his head, pulled low over his eyes for shade, he chewed on the end of a slowly dying cigarette.
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
destruction is fun
Her world lay shattered around her, quite literally. Flames licked at the sides of ruined houses, and the bodies of her friends were piled up roughly in the town centre, as though an irritated parent had cleaned up after its hyperactive offspring, which is pretty much what happened.
¡EXPLOSION!
Slow it down.
Dismantle it with care
Let it gently collapse
As you Pull the last
Threaded screw
The demolition, the destruction. The rabbit stared at her home, massacred by the lawn mower. Her children soaked the ground and fed the grass.
It wasn’t over. She vowed. It was never going to end. Her children were gone before they had seen the sunlight.
destruction is what everyone is worried about.
east coast take cover.
destruction is here.
and i think we’ll be fine. we usually always are.
somehow the media got a hold of us again.
and you’d never know
but appearntly people shit more when there’s a hurricane
because
the grocery store is all out of fucking toilet paper.
HA.
get your self stupid drunk and sit at home.
then you won’t be destructed in this destruction
The word destruction brings terrible pictures to ones mind. Death and decay, loss and hopelessness.
But without destruction, how would there ever be construction? How would mankind ever make things that were bigger and better? Destruction is a chance to start over, a clean slate. A chance to construct.
it was all green and lush full of crickets and butterflies birds and cats overjoyed
it was only later I figured out what happened
The destruction in our minds can sweep across us like a plague and carry us to wastelands that we would otherwise not journey. And if we let it, it will depress us beyond repair.
Irene will cause destruction. The war raging between your heart and brain will cause destruction, possibly of yourself. We are naturally destructive. We just need to know when to destroy the right things.
destruction is the new thing nowadays. Order it now for only 59.99. If you order now, you’ll get suicide for free!! Its a one time offer you can’t miss! What are you waiting for, just pick up the knife and we’ll deliver your order.
I hope this hurricane doesn’t do much destruction…just kidding I hope it does then it could destroy our high school and then no junior year for me!! No, I want to go back to school without that I don’t have a life.
Broken, falling apart. Bombs. Detonation. Mines. Burning. Logging. So many things cause destruction.
The destruction caused by the crashing asteroid was devastating. Half of the North American continent was wiped off of the map in the blink of an eye. The other half went into immediate apocalyptic-type natural disasters, everything ranging from earthquakes to volcanoes. Tsunamis of earth-shattering proportion were on their way across the globe to do just that. Buenos Aires had already been washed away. Here in Europe, we minutes before suffering a similar fate. And of all the times, in all the world, you pick now to tell me that you’re in love with another woman? Couldn’t you at least keep up the lie, continue the façade, until we were dead? Do you hate me that much that you couldn’t do that one little thing?
Problem fool,
Cause I’m still alive and the boy you love is dead.
He was dead at the panic
He was dead at your graduation.
He’s dead now.
his destruction means my recovery.
And that I take on his body.
Now I need something to feed on.
There is no more pisces.
Only something that was never born
Casadega is beautiful this time of year.
The telephone pole had hit the ground with a shower of sparks and light. The electric buzz was more muted now, but the deadly hum still carried through the air. Casey was cautious about how she approached it.
On the eve of destruction, there was a sunset. Nothing threatening, just a quiet whimper of a sunset. Some seagulls flew past, unaware of their imminent vaporization. We all sat around talking about the weather, heading back to school, feeding the dogs. And then it happened.
crumbles, jumbles the never ending rumble. You see it coming down crashing in front you. Scared you try to avoid as much of the junk as possible.
You know you’re headed down the path to destruction – self destruction – when you stop along the way, and look at the others’ lives who are passing you by, and they seem to be going against the grain. All of them. And their houses are coming down in parts, not all at once, like they’re deconstructing, and you notice that your house has just had it’s entire front burned off. Not just taken down – yeah, that’s when you know you’re en route to self destruction.
the act of destroying and breaking down into pieces. emotional breakdown, mental breakdown. losing control. physically breaking down and destroying something. associated with violence and hatred sometimes.
destruction of memories occurs when someone behaves in a way that contradicts who you thought they were. then you see everything in a different light, from another perspective. how many times they lied to you. how many times it was a let down. how many things have went wrong in such a short span of time. makes you want to demolish it all and start over again.
destruction is the breaking or destroying of things…i luv it wen no one gets hurt…buildings fall down lyk….TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD
destruction…the ultimate fear of all human beings specially these days , with all the disturbance going on everywhere and almost at each country …some ppl thing it’s the end..
It was destruction everywhere. The hurricane came without warning and within a matter of hours all was gone,
Adrenaline rushed through my veins like a speedy subway. I was cowering in a corner of an unfamiliar house, with my little brother under my arm. I covered him with my body, but it felt like no use to these ruthless soldiers. I promised my mom I’d try to protect him when she died, but every day, it seems like I’m going to break that promise. After there had been minimal sounds for about an hour, I stood up and looked around. Lots of blood, ruins, bodies, and destruction. Like usual. There were a few people alive, cowering, but no soldiers it seems. One more day alive. The rest of our lives to go.
If i’ve destroyed everything, can it be resurrected?
I don’t know.
Do you?
If everything was destroyed, what would be known or believed?
t