All around her was destruction. She had forgotten the one rule that the Order had. The one regulation to protect the mortals. She had taken off her rings, her regulatory rings. All around her were people dying, buildings falling, and children lying on the ground. She sighed, picked up her rings and moved on. One city down, thousands more to go.
the destruction of the hurricane made the towns people fear for their lives and pray even if not religious; belief overcomes the best of us after a storm that bad.
Destruction. Destruction of self. Destruction of others. This is the result of a broken home, a broken body, or a broken spirit. As humans, all we do is destroy. The good thing is, we can always build again. The bad thing is… we can’t stop destruction.
Did you know that one of the very real concerns of scientists “back in the day” was that if an atomic bomb was detonated, it could ignite Earth’s atmosphere and a chain reaction could wipe out our atmosphere completely? Before the first test bomb was deployed this was a very real theory of theirs and a genuine concern.
Tell me what I’m supposed to do. Were the pills worth it? Are you okay up there? Do you need anything? I’d be willing to get up there to help you. I miss you, Chris. Don’t ever take 7 oxys ever again. I will never forgive you for this. I just wish you would have said goodbye or at least taken me with you. Stay up, up there, kid.
An incomplete or incorrect syllabus could be the destruction of the entire semester. If the dates and times don’t match up, all hell breaks loose. Students walk around as if in a daze. Instructors conduct classes on wings and prayers.
I busted a hole in my friends ceiling. This word reminded me of that for some reason possibly because there was fecal matter and bits of ceiling on the floor under the hole.
I first thought of cigarettes, how they destroy the body. Then about alcohol, then about heroine. I then got the idea of 9/11 and all of the destruction there. Why are humans so intent upon destroying themselves?
Darkness in the sea, in the air, all around me. Everything is gone, nothing remains to hurt or heal. No people, no animals, nothing. No books to read no tv to watch. Everything is darkness, and everything is silence.
Tearing my walls down
You open up your psychiatrist dialogue
Tongue in cheek you don’t know what to say
But you’ve already said it all
I put up these barriers
To hide my damaged self
All that is left is the rubble
From the destruction.
Darkness, it burns like a vampire in the sun.
Dark things left to die in the night or in the day
Tornadoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, typhoons,
all of these things cause it, none of them are sentient to.
It was all broken. They were broken. Even the two that decided to stay together were in some ways still as broken as the ones who left. There was destruction everywhere. Every turn and memory leveled into an emotional wasteland.
Destruction isn’t always the end, sometimes it’s a beautiful beginning in disguise. New lessons can be learned and new experiences brought upon you. It’s a form of progress.
She giggled, her hands wreathed in fire. It was simple: destroy the land. Rebuild it from the ground up, in her image of perfection. Her own utopia. It would be perfect, beautiful, without a flaw to be found. The only thing she was missing were the people. She put her hand on her stomach protectively. Soon, my child, soon you will rule this world alongside your mother.
I see destruction everywhere. People are hurting and hungry. But what is worse then an empty stomach and a broken leg?
An empty and broken heart. That is the worse pain anyone could ever, ever feel.
bam. boom. bang. and it all falls down. then you build it back up again. crumble crumble. ash scatters everywhere. bricks are thrown for miles. destruction is everywhere. who’s going to build it back up?
When she kissed my lips… the destruction of my heart started. I don’t think I will ever be happy anymore. I feel like the last thing I will love on this earth is her.
Fire. Ice.
This is what caused it.
This is what caused the death of everyone, everything I’ve once loved only a few hours ago!
Who would’ve thought both opposing elements would band together just to watch me suffer?
Is fate so sick as to watch a young boy suffer right after gaining some luck on his side? Damn it…
Destruction is a scary word. The negative connotation reminds me of natural disasters like earth quakes and hurricanes. Almost like Irene. AHH! Irene is coming!
To destroy. Right now that seems like such a horrible thing. Our world is gradually being destroyed, it seems. It helps in a way for me… It keeps me clinging to my faith. I’m clinging to the idea that life will end, and I will go to a perfect world.
Tear, old rubble buildings underneath a grey block of sky. Worn windows crashed to the ground long ago. Destruction of time long ago. And yet time is no limit. Time is destruction.
“That’s redonkulous.” said Scott.
“How?” Rarudle said, bluntly.
“They’re currently innocent, for one.” said Scott. “Just because they’re going to massacre our people in the future does not mean we have the right to massacre them now.”
everything was crumbling,
life was being taken from everything, everywhere
light sucked the color out of walls,
babies crying and pipes dripping
everything was crumbling
even though it was never taken apart
The destruction of all that was normal to me happened so quickly. Suddenly, new trees shaped my view from my window, and new grass fixed between my toes. A new person was living in the exact same 11×11 room as me, and a new lifestyle began even though I did not want it: College. Put simply, it is the same thing as high school, minus any type of social, parental, or instructional order. Which to some may seem very endearing and maybe even a little bit exciting, but give it a week and it has the power to corrupt your sense of self.
What the hurricane may do to hundreds or thousands of people. Destruction is imminent with natural disasters. I hope Hurricane Irene won’t cause too much destruction. It is scary and destruction is to be avoided at all times.
as long as she has tried to avoid it my whole life… it turns out that she is her own worst source of destruction. it’s impossible to learn this the easy way. yet, after accepting all of the mistakes she made, she’s finally free.
The building fell to pieces as the plane hit. It fell, crumbled to the ground, everyone running for safety. The destruction was awful. The plane, it crumbled as well, as everyone of the passengers tried to escape. Not everyone survived. This day, it will be remembered.
Destruction of our world isn’t really far away. Just look at us. Everyone’s making nukes to kill everyone else. And even if they weren’t, we’re destroying the environment to the point that it will take millions of years for our damage to be repaired. That’s pretty awful.
Destroy the pieces of the past, destroy the part that doesn’t last. They fall from your mind like tiny asteroids, killing everything inside. Leaving nothing behind.
Create with one hand and destroy with another and you need to take a look at yourself. Also you need to take a look at yourself if you deny your capacity for destruction and go on to reprimand those who let theirs show.
i wonder how it would look if the earthquake really came. I have never seen real destruction unless you say that th pit at 9/11 is that. I don’t have first hand experience with buildings falling down.
the path that lays before. the one you seldomly turn a second glance at… wisps you into wonderous lively hood. dust flies. yes, ever so beautifully until you…… crash, crash; crash. balloons float on, float; a float… down that path you seldomly take a peek of.
Self-destruction is the concept I associate most with nowadays, when I see this word.
I always seem to slip.
I killed a butterfly the other day.
I really, really regret it.
KATAMARI. destruction never felt so good. but I think if I was just tearing through towns without picking things up, I wouldn’t like it as much. Maybe it reveals some deep-seated selfishness of human nature. Or maybe I just don’t like leaving behind clutter.
The conflagration settled down. However, the destruction of the city already took its toll. It would take decades to rebuild. Tomorrow would begin reconstruction.
All around her was destruction. She had forgotten the one rule that the Order had. The one regulation to protect the mortals. She had taken off her rings, her regulatory rings. All around her were people dying, buildings falling, and children lying on the ground. She sighed, picked up her rings and moved on. One city down, thousands more to go.
the destruction of the hurricane made the towns people fear for their lives and pray even if not religious; belief overcomes the best of us after a storm that bad.
Destruction. Destruction of self. Destruction of others. This is the result of a broken home, a broken body, or a broken spirit. As humans, all we do is destroy. The good thing is, we can always build again. The bad thing is… we can’t stop destruction.
destruction
Weapons of Mass…
Did you know that one of the very real concerns of scientists “back in the day” was that if an atomic bomb was detonated, it could ignite Earth’s atmosphere and a chain reaction could wipe out our atmosphere completely? Before the first test bomb was deployed this was a very real theory of theirs and a genuine concern.
– AND THEY SET ONE OFF ANYWAY! :oO
Tell me what I’m supposed to do. Were the pills worth it? Are you okay up there? Do you need anything? I’d be willing to get up there to help you. I miss you, Chris. Don’t ever take 7 oxys ever again. I will never forgive you for this. I just wish you would have said goodbye or at least taken me with you. Stay up, up there, kid.
An incomplete or incorrect syllabus could be the destruction of the entire semester. If the dates and times don’t match up, all hell breaks loose. Students walk around as if in a daze. Instructors conduct classes on wings and prayers.
Destruction was all around. The storm left a path of destruction all the way to the shore. Branches were strewn all over the road.
I busted a hole in my friends ceiling. This word reminded me of that for some reason possibly because there was fecal matter and bits of ceiling on the floor under the hole.
I first thought of cigarettes, how they destroy the body. Then about alcohol, then about heroine. I then got the idea of 9/11 and all of the destruction there. Why are humans so intent upon destroying themselves?
Darkness in the sea, in the air, all around me. Everything is gone, nothing remains to hurt or heal. No people, no animals, nothing. No books to read no tv to watch. Everything is darkness, and everything is silence.
destruction of the world through irene. irene destroyed it. booyah.
Tearing my walls down
You open up your psychiatrist dialogue
Tongue in cheek you don’t know what to say
But you’ve already said it all
I put up these barriers
To hide my damaged self
All that is left is the rubble
From the destruction.
Darkness, it burns like a vampire in the sun.
Dark things left to die in the night or in the day
Tornadoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, typhoons,
all of these things cause it, none of them are sentient to.
It was all broken. They were broken. Even the two that decided to stay together were in some ways still as broken as the ones who left. There was destruction everywhere. Every turn and memory leveled into an emotional wasteland.
Destruction isn’t always the end, sometimes it’s a beautiful beginning in disguise. New lessons can be learned and new experiences brought upon you. It’s a form of progress.
She giggled, her hands wreathed in fire. It was simple: destroy the land. Rebuild it from the ground up, in her image of perfection. Her own utopia. It would be perfect, beautiful, without a flaw to be found. The only thing she was missing were the people. She put her hand on her stomach protectively. Soon, my child, soon you will rule this world alongside your mother.
People fall,
Buildings crash,
Water pours,
And trees smash.
The is the call,
Of destruction,
This is the end,
Of civilization.
I see destruction everywhere. People are hurting and hungry. But what is worse then an empty stomach and a broken leg?
An empty and broken heart. That is the worse pain anyone could ever, ever feel.
bam. boom. bang. and it all falls down. then you build it back up again. crumble crumble. ash scatters everywhere. bricks are thrown for miles. destruction is everywhere. who’s going to build it back up?
When she kissed my lips… the destruction of my heart started. I don’t think I will ever be happy anymore. I feel like the last thing I will love on this earth is her.
Fire. Ice.
This is what caused it.
This is what caused the death of everyone, everything I’ve once loved only a few hours ago!
Who would’ve thought both opposing elements would band together just to watch me suffer?
Is fate so sick as to watch a young boy suffer right after gaining some luck on his side? Damn it…
Destruction is a scary word. The negative connotation reminds me of natural disasters like earth quakes and hurricanes. Almost like Irene. AHH! Irene is coming!
Destruction. Death. Dying. Hurricane Irene. Fire. Burn. Flames. Engulf. What a depressing word. The city was destroyed.
To destroy. Right now that seems like such a horrible thing. Our world is gradually being destroyed, it seems. It helps in a way for me… It keeps me clinging to my faith. I’m clinging to the idea that life will end, and I will go to a perfect world.
Tear, old rubble buildings underneath a grey block of sky. Worn windows crashed to the ground long ago. Destruction of time long ago. And yet time is no limit. Time is destruction.
Destruction all around me.
Faces lost in devastation.
Feeling helpless.
Can I rid of the destruction surrounding me?
“That’s redonkulous.” said Scott.
“How?” Rarudle said, bluntly.
“They’re currently innocent, for one.” said Scott. “Just because they’re going to massacre our people in the future does not mean we have the right to massacre them now.”
everything was crumbling,
life was being taken from everything, everywhere
light sucked the color out of walls,
babies crying and pipes dripping
everything was crumbling
even though it was never taken apart
The destruction of all that was normal to me happened so quickly. Suddenly, new trees shaped my view from my window, and new grass fixed between my toes. A new person was living in the exact same 11×11 room as me, and a new lifestyle began even though I did not want it: College. Put simply, it is the same thing as high school, minus any type of social, parental, or instructional order. Which to some may seem very endearing and maybe even a little bit exciting, but give it a week and it has the power to corrupt your sense of self.
What the hurricane may do to hundreds or thousands of people. Destruction is imminent with natural disasters. I hope Hurricane Irene won’t cause too much destruction. It is scary and destruction is to be avoided at all times.
as long as she has tried to avoid it my whole life… it turns out that she is her own worst source of destruction. it’s impossible to learn this the easy way. yet, after accepting all of the mistakes she made, she’s finally free.
The building fell to pieces as the plane hit. It fell, crumbled to the ground, everyone running for safety. The destruction was awful. The plane, it crumbled as well, as everyone of the passengers tried to escape. Not everyone survived. This day, it will be remembered.
Destruction of our world isn’t really far away. Just look at us. Everyone’s making nukes to kill everyone else. And even if they weren’t, we’re destroying the environment to the point that it will take millions of years for our damage to be repaired. That’s pretty awful.
Destroy the pieces of the past, destroy the part that doesn’t last. They fall from your mind like tiny asteroids, killing everything inside. Leaving nothing behind.
Create with one hand and destroy with another and you need to take a look at yourself. Also you need to take a look at yourself if you deny your capacity for destruction and go on to reprimand those who let theirs show.
i wonder how it would look if the earthquake really came. I have never seen real destruction unless you say that th pit at 9/11 is that. I don’t have first hand experience with buildings falling down.
the path that lays before. the one you seldomly turn a second glance at… wisps you into wonderous lively hood. dust flies. yes, ever so beautifully until you…… crash, crash; crash. balloons float on, float; a float… down that path you seldomly take a peek of.
Self-destruction is the concept I associate most with nowadays, when I see this word.
I always seem to slip.
I killed a butterfly the other day.
I really, really regret it.
KATAMARI. destruction never felt so good. but I think if I was just tearing through towns without picking things up, I wouldn’t like it as much. Maybe it reveals some deep-seated selfishness of human nature. Or maybe I just don’t like leaving behind clutter.
The conflagration settled down. However, the destruction of the city already took its toll. It would take decades to rebuild. Tomorrow would begin reconstruction.