builders

December 7th, 2018 | 14 Entries

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14 Entries for “builders”

  1. Our hearts were worn, rubble surrounding us on all sides like walls we could never escape from. We could hear them, the cranes, the jack hammer, the growling and groaning of demolition, forcing us to face the reality that nothing would be the same again. They weren’t here to build, but to destroy.

    By Rosalia Vanderbilt URL on 12.07.2018

  2. We were builders once – constructing an empire out of mere shadows, which, once they collected lights, became monoliths of their own reckoning. We forged alliances with angels who wore celestial swords like talons on their hips, and so we crashed upon the chasm of Hell with chariots raging with fire. But then we were dismantled; piece by piece, we were segmented and relocated, and now the deconstruction is complete, and the realm is riddled with never-ending holes.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 12.07.2018

  3. have you ever thought how scary clowns are
    but scarier are people
    no makeup
    no michevious grins
    no high pitched laugh
    just an average human
    scarier than death
    builders of an apocalypse
    dreamers of an end
    prognosticators of the never was
    and always has been
    they create
    so they can destroy.

    By matt m on 12.07.2018

  4. They bring mountains up from the ground. They create landscapes like the world has never seen.

    By Abby Jelly URL on 12.08.2018

  5. Constructing something out of a plan and the fallen forest. Cutting out a sliver of warmth from cold chaos, undoing the seam with the other hand. All building is demolition. Remodeled and condemned.

    By Lance URL on 12.08.2018

  6. He said to think of ourselves as builders. layering bricks, foraging for twigs. magpies hoarding pieces of humanity.

    By absolutelynthng URL on 12.08.2018

  7. they were builders of brains
    surgically removing the extraneous tissue and residual

    By chantemcb URL on 12.08.2018

  8. “you see them?” you say carelessly, waving a pale hand towards the invisible barrier between us and them, unbroken glass, clear and clandestine. “they’ll never be like us,” you continue, sweeping your bangs out of your eyes, eyes dark and flickering with some unknown emotion in the muted light. you never say that we’ll never be like /them/, though we both know that’s much more honest than the former. i don’t answer you, instead reaching forward and holding your hand within my own. your inky wings flare with unease for a moment before they still, and we both look towards the others together in an unspoken wish. they’re…builders, creators, out of our reach, something we’ll never become. and we; i suppose we only know how to destroy.

    By lynn URL on 12.08.2018

  9. With one comment after too many beers, he became one of the builders of the pedestal I put you on. With one comment of your own, you demolished the entire marble pillar, and it felt like a tragedy. But now that both of us are standing on the serpentine ground, the crystal-rich pavement, eye-to-eye as much as our respective heights allow, laughing at the darkness we spin into jokes, love no longer feels like a distant possibility, purview of the sky. Love feels like it could belong on the ground, with us.

    By Fox Hedgehog on 12.08.2018

  10. builders, are society’s backbone.
    We once sought to build breathe,
    upon coming afloat for air,
    out of that fresh yet old whom,
    we called home.
    We’ve built a home now,
    a foundation,
    for all our worries
    and
    woes,
    now we blow,
    like light autumn leaves,
    whispering through dry air,
    for a greener grass
    to rest thy head.

    By Milad URL on 12.08.2018

  11. Across the streets, the drills had already begun, saws buzzing, and was that a jackhammer? She pulled her pillow over her head and groaned. This was not how she imagined being awoken on her day off. Where were the birds? Where was the breakfast in bed? Alex tossed the sheets aside on top of her as he climbed out of bed groggily.

    By Bridget Grace URL on 12.08.2018

  12. We were young but we were the builders of paradise. With our own sinew and sweat, we set the cornerstones that all our other loves must kiss.

    By Ella Emma Em on 12.08.2018

  13. Let’s be the builders of something that isn’t a column of smoke. I’m starting to believe, again, that we could do it. We could be the lovers people wish they were, in our long coats, with our pens in our teeth.

    By whatever_artemesia on 12.08.2018

  14. Builders have a strange task. They must take the materials they are given and come up with something useful. It must stand on it’s own. Like a writer who must put together words to build sentences and paragraphs.

    By Linda Kruschke URL on 12.08.2018