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POEM STARTER
Inspired by Maranda Quinn
Write a poem centred around the theme of destruction.
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(Spoilers for my WIP)
"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.." I mumble over and over, as if that can change what happened; as if it could erase the past day from existence. What did this poor boy do to deserve this? It's not his fault at all. But if it’s not Casper’s fault, that begs the question:
Who _is_ to blame?
I want to blame myself, just so I'd have something tangible to destroy, to hurt. I want t...
If you destruct a destructer are you really in the wrong,
If a man was to rape you and tell you you aren’t strong,
Destruct you from the inside out,
Then leave and walk away,
Is it wrong to go and find that man then torture him the same,
Is it wrong to scream and yell at him until his eardrums bust,
Or grip and scratch at him till he’s nothing but dust,
It it wrong to skin him up and hang him on ...
هل عشان أحب شي معناته راح أنجح فيه؟
ليش ما حد غيرك شايف كويس ؟
أنا خايفة من كف يجيني فجأة يجيني صحيني وريني أنا كل شيء بنيته وطلع غلط وإني قاعد اضيع مستقبلي على شي ما ينجح. بس أنا إذا ما كنت غبي لو بس أحط مخي في المذاكرة بدل اللعب بقدر اجيب درجات الامتياز. هذا اللي أنا خايفة منه.
which translates to :
just because I love something ,mean I will succeed at it?
Why doesn't anyone else see well ...
He loved you
He loved all of you
All who ever caused him pain
You all took advantage of him
The person he once was
But that person is no more
Something awoke inside that boy
That you all just seemed to want to make suffer
He built himself back up
Piece by piece
Still looking to find every piece that you all shattered
But the person he has become
Will never be broke down
Will never be ta...
The voice is a bit louder than usual tonight.
My wrists are tingling,
My thoughts continue racing and the urge to self destruct is desperately awakening.
I have to remember the aftermath feeling,
I have to continue living.
Self destruction is my form of wounds aching.
Thoughts,
Actions,
Feelings,
Then there is doing.
Self destruction is a heart bleeding and now it’s crying, beating, and giving the...
You pushed me aside
After they let me inside
They checked my eyes
But was it my mind
Oh you were so mean to me
Oh why couldn’t you see
I was afraid
Such a little girl
I had just moved from state to state
and across the world
it wasn’t my fault
no
oh seven you made me
Pray for eleven
The pizza party ended
with how we chewed it
you could have been quiet
but then you’d admit
Oh you were so ...
This place is a poison. The ego and the intellect make for a dull boy. The Spirit and the Truth make for a great joy. Thank You Jesus. God, you give us all peace and blessed assurance.
The modern culture stands to fall. Dark vibrations echo on the majority of walls. In the car, on the screen, all around, in between. Nescience knows no bounds. Until bound in the mighty Name above all. Jesus Chris...
When they stare,
I gouge their eyes.
When they talk,
I stitch their mouths.
When they ask,
I deny.
Then I ask,
Why do they not have eyes?
Why can they not speak?
Why do they not ask?
Are they immoral?
Do they not have _souls?_
What about
**Me**
?
Why does destruction follow me?
Why does it chase me?
**_…am I the destruction…_**...
Smoking cigarettes seems bad
Yet I find myself holding my breath
Pretending suffocating myself with a rope
Is not equally damaging
All I ever think about is my sickness
Go an hour, or two, a day without food
Tapping out morse code begging for salvation
I don’t even know morse
I never knew why I was so weak
But I find you telling me helps
If love is warmth
And warmth is zero
Then why am I so fucki...
It was all gone.
Just like that.
The war destroyed the kingdom.
No homes were spared.
Nor were any adults
Parents
Nor were any of the innocent children.
Death and war were a sad, sad thing. Not many survived. Lived.
They all had their whole lives ahead of them and yet the war that should have just stayed between the two armies of soldiers took them all out.
Nothing was l...
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