Divine Destruction

A piece about addiction and my own personally.

A junkie to enslavement, addiction became my lover.
Seduced by raw beauty in destruction,
The glory of control, and arms of refuge from chaos.
A dependence I fully embraced, a blanket of comfort I so desperately needed.
My angelic fiend has many faces and to him, I belong completely.

 

The compact comfort of a cigarette,
With the many silent conversations held between it and my lips.
Smoke dispersing with every exhale and with it,
Every one of my deep, dark, unspeakable secrets.

 

A twisted romance between delicate skin and razorblade,
Dancing a fine line of both a sweet release and a scarring restitution.
With the blood brings a devine deliverance,
And a short-lived revival for a soul of the walking dead.

 

A numbing blissfulness from that within the bottle.
Swirling it about, tossing and tumbling as I revel in its remedy,
Transforming into a beacon of warmth,
A light against the blues and blacks of my mind as I float away in a dark sea of tranquility.

 

Finding redemption in a holy affection from My Ana, graced by a saint, unseen.
A mecca of liberation given by Mother Mia, as I'm down on my knees.
I relish in restriction, a sick satisfaction as body filled of nothingness, is full with emptiness.
And with my head in the toilet, I am a composer of sacred music titled "The Purge of Purity".
Porcelain becoming a shrine of solace, starvation a poise of power.

 

An addict to pain and pleasure,
I am the designer of my dreams,
And the engineer of my eradication.
As I quietly fall from grace,
I hold strong to the wings of my beloved, wrapped tightly in the arms of addiction.

Author's Note

May have grammar mistakes, didn't have a spell-checker.

Reviews

[Ees]

Well if there were grammar or spelling mistakes I didn't see them because I was too engrossed in what I was reading. What you wrote had a very dark beauty to it and I tend to enjoy that sort of dark beauty. It was romantic in a sick way, to all things destructive to you.
When I first looked at the screen I that that this was going to be boring at lecture-y if you can even follow those words there... and I think that was because of the first line. While it is a decent line I feel like I have heard it before and then a lecture follows it. You may want to consider finding a new opener to this poem, still include that first line, but move it down a bit? Does that make sense to you. I mean the poem disintegrates in this really amazing way to the point where the reader feels so much, I just personally found the beginning a little off-putting and found myself very surprised when I ended up freaking loving the poem...

it is just something to think about it, step out of yourself when you read the poem back to yourself, you may think that I am crazy or not... other than that your work is really amazing, great job!

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

I'll most definitely take into consideration all that you offered and suggested. Thank you so much for the time you put into this review and all the feedback given, I truly appreciate it!

[Ees]

Thank you! I always try to review things the way that I hope somebody will do for me. Beautiful work!
have a good day,
Erin

[Raven]

So you know, my song divine deconstruction came from me misreading your title and then bam, song popped in to my head- went off and wrote it and totally forgot to come back and read your poem. But Im here now and its great :)

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Well thanks :) And your song is amazing!

[Raven]

Thank you

[Ahmad Cox]

I could feel the emotion in every line.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

I'm glad that I was able to portray the emotions through words, so thank you.

[Kelsey]

This is beautiful in such a sad way. I hope you've moved away from all of these things, and if you haven't, I hope you do, because you deserve that. Stay strong. Wonderful writing, you have a gift.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you so much for your review! These unfortunately are still addictions and struggles I deal with but I do my best to survive them. :)

[Kelsey]

Well I'm glad you survive them. Stay strong, and if you ever need someone to talk to, please don't hesitate to message me. (:

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Aww I appreciate the offer. Very much. I will definitely do that next time I need to talk to someone :)

[Sirius King]

great poem! u weave ur words together very masterfully

favorite stanza:

A twisted romance between delicate skin and razorblade,
Dancing a fine line of both a sweet release and a scarring restitution.
With the blood brings a devine deliverance,
And a short-lived revival for a soul of the walking dead.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you so much!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

This.. is horribly wonderful, frighteningly consoling in its delicate articulation of the self-flagellation of mind upon soul/spirit/essence-of-self. How you must have stumbled and groped your way through these dark and feted corners of existence. I wonder if the scrapes and bruises will ever heal; even as you fall, like a beautiful dead leaf from that scarlet tree of life.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you so much!

[Allycat]

Wonderful! We all have our own addictions, and they are hard to break. I really like this, one of my favorite lines is:
"Seduced by raw beauty in destruction"
it just flows so nicely and is beautifully written :)

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you! =)