Tags Destruction
Constructive DestructionA Poem by Dillon M. M.This is a poem in regards to how in a way for us to achieve perfection in our own eyes, we tear ourselves down. |
Baltimore, Oh BaltimoreA Poem by MandaBearMy fair city is being torn apart |
TiesA Poem by Fey FrostI had dreamt of a world so wide and far A world of peace, a world rid of war But it was a fantasy I could not attain In a world swallow.. |
machineA Poem by KristenI wish I knew what it was like to care to love to hate to feelI don't know what feelings are sometimes my emotions are a roller coaster on an old.. |
Untitled As Yet, Installment IA Story by MichaelA mentally disabled man's life is changed; for the betters, perhaps - for the worse, perhaps. (Glaringly unfinished.) |
The War WithinA Poem by SCRIBBLERI had once lived in a world, that nourished peace.A world that gave refuge to happiness, deserted gloom.I, now see a world, that has abandoned hope, b.. |
To the godsA Poem by Robert RonnowTo the gods, the individual won't matter.But we've said No to that. Here, you count.Perhaps the gods, their tornadoes and weapons of mass terrorAre st.. |
EVILA Poem by ravencassidyThe end of it all |
lonelinessA Poem by Kristenthis loneliness is the master of disguise it knows me more than anyone else does probably more than I know myself it knows how to destroy me it k.. |
The Red MonotoneA Poem by Beth LindsayOther side of The White Corridor. |
DestructiveA Poem by Seth DeAlbaWhat is with all these things I do?Self destructive behaviors that leave me reelingFrom blow upon blow to my soulWhy do I do this?What is wrong with m.. |
RomulusA Book by Kyle Lawrence |
DemolitionA Poem by EloquenceSociety killed the teenager.We are the poisoned youth.In a society that profits from your self doubt.Liking yourself is a rebellious act.Destroying ad.. |
Microstory 109: [Name removed]A Story by Nick FishermanThis is an experimental Bellevue Profile microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 101. Writers Cafe gives me an error, and won't let me.. |
LordsA Poem by AnnaBeating drums and sounding horns,I sought the comfort of the calling tower guard."The Lords of Aranya have returned!"I imagined the silver walls of th.. |