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Cat Fiske Jan 2016
Feathered head and weathered dreads,
no one comes out to play with me and my imaginary friends,
I promise were lots of fun,
we are we are,
I promise oh please,
come out and play with me,
were waiting to see,
we wait to see your fears,
and all your uncaught unsafe dreams,
fall right apart,
oh it'll be a blast, it'll be sweet,
this nightmare dream is totally neat!
don't be shy,
come eat a slice of america's mini apple pie,
but you're not allowed one bite,
until you come outside with me and my imaginary friends!
we can fake our deaths,
and rob our neighbors cars for cigarettes.
and if we see they don't have any left,
we will just borrow the money instead!
so why won't you come outside with me and my imaginary friends?
but first,
fly yourself on out the front door.
so we can destroy the world.
just you,
me
and my
imaginary friends.
idk tbh
Loveless Jan 2016
I was born out of light
Born to devour
The darkness
The hatred
With the powers within me
With each dark soul I devoured
My heart became impure
And over time
My pure soul
Shattered
By the same darkness I destroyed
And I became
The darkness
I was born to devour
Darkness can't be destroyed.
Even if it does, it would come back again and again
George Krokos Jan 2016
It is so much less demanding to destroy than to create or build
and the fruit of our labour doesn't appear to be as hard to yield.
If anyone then is bent on revenge and goes about it in a rage
they will probably have their victims, in the end, to assuage.
___________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Destiny Fleming Jan 2016
She had yet to realize
that the destruction
swimming in her veins
would form

continents along her skin

oceans in her eyes

a world in her heart

just to crumble the creations
when her love
reached out for
a taste

-DDF
"Destruction is a form of creativity." -Donnie Darko
s Dec 2015
I love the things that I know are wrong.
I love tearing myself apart
A peice of pretty scrapbook paper being torn into shreds.
I stopped puking cutting bruising
I started searching for ways to destroy myself from the inside out
Socially acceptable ways
By the time people notice
It will be too late
I'm stuck.
Annie McLaughlin Dec 2015
If my friends knew
of the pain inside
and the technique I created
for my scars to show up
perfectly aligned
I do not believe
they would remain my friends much longer.

If my friends knew
how I cry at night
and try to choke myself with my own dark hair
and finally,
lay broken and sobbing
in the midnight air
I would not blame he or she
if they stopped being friends with me.

If my friends knew
how I turned to *** to numb the pain
or jumped out the window
to feel again
I wouldn't blame my friends
for saying Im insane.

Lastly and surely,
if my friends knew
how many times I have bled
or burned
or weeped
or screamed
or tore away my lover's clothes
to distract my brain from
burning eyes
my friends might figure out
my disguise.
I felt strong and able to move forward,
but then I saw you
and you saw me.
then you kissed her.
and I felt my whole makeshift world
come tumbling back down.
I felt my legs weaken beneath me
and my heart crack and spill open.
my blood boiling in my ears,
the noise is so loud
I become deaf.
my hands become numb.
you kissed her.
YOU.
the one person I had given my everything to,
I had never thought I could become
so
vulnerable.
I am weak because
you broke me,
again.
It's back to the end,
I am frail because
I let you invade into my cerebrum
where you had once imprinted your soul.
I feel ashamed for
letting your eyes
trigger my sorrows.
I am nothing
because I had let you
hurt me;
I had let you
win my tears,
once
again.
Poetictunes Dec 2015
These words they jumble together,
They stumble wherever.
Tumbling out of my mouth,
Perhaps saying the wrong thing.
Words sting,
They are like knives cutting at your skin.
Words can scar,
Words can burn,
Words can destroy,
Words can ****,
So be careful with your flow of words and where they spill.
Words are powerful. I know for a fact that words hurt and they affect us in so many ways.
Kerri Nov 2015
A sea of rain
And a dark
Black mass
Covers the world;
A drunken eye
Sees it all;
But the heart
Forgets
As the cold
Gray pellets
Destroy it all
And we don't
Realize
Until we're
Swept away.
I ponder the world and its current conditions.
Nicola Lou Nov 2015
Incredibly good at making bad decisions
Because when things are going well
My insatiable hunger kicks in
To ravage happiness
To every inch

Until it is no more.
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