DESTRUCTIVE POETRY

DESTRUCTIVE POETRY // ECSTASY (2016~2018) Love the way I write, They love the way I ride. Love the way I ride, They love the way I write. And when I'm done with them, Time to finish off, Them demons be condemned. When the chaos is complete I feel dark, I am pure. I embrace, Destructive. Poetry is my Ecstasy. Feeling them wet tongues, I'm stone cold. Time to get dirty, Must spit this ink out. I'm here standing hard, And I'm going hard on them Self-empowered. They love breaking hearts, I love breaking bad. Love breaking bad, They love breaking hearts. After the damage, I'm here standing hard And harder I'm going off on'em. Don't kill them with love, The pain they adore. I kill them with my tongue, It obsesses them all. My body I possess, sex, My soul yours condemns, yes. Love the way I write... They love the way I ride. Love is just a state of mind. Poetry is my Ecstasy, And your Destructive climax. Now obey, open up And show me what you've got. Let's see what's in store, What the whole fuss'about. Right there in between You're not any intimidating. I've got your rotten heart Right here in my hands. And it's desecrated. Born in 95, I love the way I write. Been doing it since I arised. Love the way I write. @destructive.poetry VLTRA Hashtags: #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #writersofinstagram #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #aesthetic #tumblr #doodle #drawing #sharingart #thoughts #spilledink #words #follow #artistsoninstagram #poet #poetryisnotdead #interview #modelshoot #polaroid600 #polaroid #vintage #domesticviolencesurvivor #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpx0MCKhecI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10kyjxj7itirs

DESTRUCTIVE POETRY // ECSTASY (2016~2018) Love the way I write, They love the way I ride. Love the way I ride, They love the way I write. And when I'm done with them, Time to finish off, Them demons be condemned. When the chaos is complete I feel dark, I am pure. I embrace, Destructive. Poetry is my Ecstasy. Feeling them wet tongues, I'm stone cold. Time to get dirty, Must spit this ink out. I'm here standing hard, And I'm going hard on them Self-empowered. They love breaking hearts, I love breaking bad. Love breaking bad, They love breaking hearts. After the damage, I'm here standing hard And harder I'm going off on'em. Don't kill them with love, The pain they adore. I kill them with my tongue, It obsesses them all. My body I possess, sex, My soul yours condemns, yes. Love the way I write... They love the way I ride. Love is just a state of mind. Poetry is my Ecstasy, And your Destructive climax. Now obey, open up And show me what you've got. Let's see what's in store, What the whole fuss'about. Right there in between You're not any intimidating. I've got your rotten heart Right here in my hands. And it's desecrated. Born in 95, I love the way I write. Been doing it since I arised. Love the way I write. @destructive.poetry VLTRA Hashtags: #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #writersofinstagram #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #aesthetic #tumblr #doodle #drawing #sharingart #thoughts #spilledink #words #follow #artistsoninstagram #poet #poetryisnotdead #interview #modelshoot #polaroid600 #polaroid #vintage #domesticviolencesurvivor #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpx0IaZh6ro/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=i299eaml1g9g

DESTRUCTIVE POETRY // ECSTASY (2016~2018) Love the way I write, They love the way I ride. Love the way I ride, They love the way I write. And when I'm done with them, Time to finish off, Them demons be condemned. When the chaos is complete I feel dark, I am pure. I embrace, Destructive. Poetry is my Ecstasy. Feeling them wet tongues, I'm stone cold. Time to get dirty, Must spit this ink out. I'm here standing hard, And I'm going hard on them Self-empowered. They love breaking hearts, I love breaking bad. Love breaking bad, They love breaking hearts. After the damage, I'm here standing hard And harder I'm going off on'em. Don't kill them with love, The pain they adore. I kill them with my tongue, It obsesses them all. My body I possess, sex, My soul yours condemns, yes. Love the way I write... They love the way I ride. Love is just a state of mind. Poetry is my Ecstasy, And your Destructive climax. Now obey, open up And show me what you've got. Let's see what's in store, What the whole fuss'about. Right there in between You're not any intimidating. I've got your rotten heart Right here in my hands. And it's desecrated. Born in 95, I love the way I write. Been doing it since I arised. Love the way I write. @destructive.poetry VLTRA Hashtags: #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #writersofinstagram #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #aesthetic #tumblr #doodle #drawing #sharingart #thoughts #spilledink #words #follow #artistsoninstagram #poet #poetryisnotdead #interview #modelshoot #polaroid600 #polaroid #vintage #domesticviolencesurvivor #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpx0FHBBYb7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hnr3upova8ut

HELLEAVEN (2016) I woke up one day and realised it was raining Were those the tears for years I’ve been withholding? I guess it was time I confronted my fucked up life As I didn’t open my eyes and move, I wasn’t sleeping. I simply stopped keeping my heart closed, Stopped hating the things I believed in I guess I finally learned to let go, To embrace my past and kiss my demons Thankful to the tears, for growing who I am, Tears of blood, bleeding from my heart. I guess I’ve had enough regrets, deep remorse, Is it my fault I wanted more? I had to accept the bad and live with it all, I would no longer sink into depression, For the same pointless reason, ‘cause you’re gone, And you never loved me. That was your confession. Couldn’t cope with the fact that I thought one day I’d reach joy by crawling back to you, And that I eventually had myself destroyed, That no one cared, all alone, forgotten, In the middle of nowhere among bottles of alcohol; Cheap liquor to soothe my mind (life) with a sweeter flavour. That criminal essence had to end, and only myself the one to amend. As ever since you betrayed me, the Heaven I used to walk through is now my Hell, but I keep walking through the flames. I no longer feel as if I were an empty vessel I no longer feel sorry nor worry, my soul not even threatened. ‘Cause whenever this fox hits the floor It’ll be for me, not for you. Not anymore. I guess I’ve willingly chosen to fuck with my fucked up life; There’s no love without hate, no present without past, And no Heaven without Hell. That’s all right with me. What else should I tell? The ones I shared my life (body) with Were not the ones I truly heartfelt And given my anxiety, The loneliness and brutality My soul was getting ripped up, my mind was breaking down. I was falling in love, in hate, in both.  Would get myself high, As long as I had drugs To kiss my heart goodbye, Just seeking opportunities And forgetting ‘bout real life. But that’s all gone, For now. @destructive.poetry This post is part of a Halloween Special. To my surprise, @edek.ku came up with a very halloweeny photo concept that now embodies this English-written piece of poetry. Enjoy. https://www.instagram.com/p/BpnWraMhfUr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e7ldhg0ofbm4

HASSLIEBE / Recuerdos de un latido (2015) Por ti mentí, por ti habré roto ya mil corazones, Y ninguno me ha importado tanto como el tuyo. No me preguntes por qué. No lo sé. Sólo sé que en su tiempo fue un ''te quiero'' Aunque quizás hoy la venganza se quede corta, Y tan solo quiera probar a ver si me entero de una vez. Qué es lo que me pasa, Y qué es lo que pasó entre tú y yo, A ver si algo saco de una vez por todas y organizo ya un maldito y definitivo entierro En el que me despido de todas estas cosas A la espera de que alguien nuevo Me redescubra  Los cosquilleos y las mariposas. Pues son los recuerdos lo que me hacen sentir enamorado durante Un instante, Y nostálgico para siempre (durante toda la vida, una eternidad absoluta), Porque es por ti que soy poeta, Pese a que me hiciste sentir puta. Aunque tus recuerdos, el dolor,  Todo me resulta inspiración Tu (des)amor, Mi musa. @destructive.poetry This post is part of a Halloween Special in Spanish and, once again, @edek.ku captured the image that embodies this piece of poetry. https://www.instagram.com/p/BpnWw9tBKW_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1m7240xua39rl

THE DWELL (2016) Tell me again, your version for that story In which our hearts (once) felt the same Is that romance what keeps your mind restless? Are you still thinking that all my wishes and dreams, Where even your (un)accomplished promises? That I would stand again All your evil ways, your drugs, and yourself, in my life? Do you think I was ever happy; Dancing among demons, Eightmares and chimeras, Einging for you in my dreams, About a life full of misery? I don't care about your perfection I don't give a shit about your flattering, Your achievements and your charms, You won't sew the tears, Of my wretched heart full of scars, That you fuck like a god, Or kiss like a goddess, Majestic like the Sun, Or mysterious like the Moon, I don’t care. I already know ye, motherfucker, I have already tasted your poison, I have unveiled all your lies, I have felt your fangs, Your bites and your false warranties. I gave you all I ever had, I let you love me, Play the innocent game. Endlessly seeking treasures. Pretending everything was all right. I allowed you to drain me. Because you have a dark heart, like mine. We both knew it. But we never knew that when putting an end to our story, the things I did foresee would get real again. You didn't mind stopping the time. You didn't mind following the wind. You didn't mind luring me to Hell. You didn't mind watching me die. Will you now succeed in impressing me with a beautiful metaphor, When you want to come in again, Like someone that cries, that love seeks? Don't lie to yourself, You can't win my heart. Nevermore. Nevermore. Nevermore. @destructive.poetry This post is part of a Halloween Special. Featuring my former felyne familiar, Lucifer The Cat (1995-2018). @destructive.poetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpnWud5BYlP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1si63zy9gltsv

PHOENIX (∞) Don’t you worry; ashes to ashes, Dust to dust, It takes a death to be reborn, And only one day to realise That a phoenix always comes back stronger than ever before. So, don’t you worry, Not anymore. Yes, you are here. And yes, you are safe, Ready to leave if you want, But also ready to live your life. Embrace it, Phoenix. Rise from your ashes. Don’t be afraid, Embrace the pain, And start all over again. The pressure in your chest, The heaviness of your eyes, And the chaos in your mind. They are not telling you to die: They are telling you to fly. So be brave, release your wings, Fly high, Shine bright. And don’t look back, Phoenix. @destructive.poetry #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaVqVpB_sO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xshf1qjs02lt

Chimæra (2017) - ''What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'', right? Based on my own personal experience and on many other thousands of domestic + gender-based violence cases. Speak up. Seek support. Deliver justice. Defeat your Chimaera. Full poem: Chimæra In my nightmares I see you Hitting me hard With your bare hands and In my dreams You are the father I have never had The father I will never have Because the nightmares are pretty real And you are my worst nightmare You are my Chimæra In my nightmares I see her suffering For you, for me, for her(self). In my nightmares I see suffering. Why do I have to live in these nightmares? I don’t want to believe in this. I am trapped. Why can I not live in a dream? Set me free. Chimæra. She had to escape, I had to stay, For you. Now you are eating me alive, For yourself. But… I am (not) sorry, I am venom. And She’s magic. I am Pure Venom. And she’s Black Magic. And I will watch you die. Because I am venom. And you are hexed. Do you think I will watch your death When your teeth bite Into my heart? You are my worst nightmare. So I will become your worst Chimæra. Even though you taught me Not to see, Not to feel, To suffer, To swallow, To shut and seal my lips. Blame, You blame her, For doing what she had to do To escape from you, Trying her best, To protect (herself). To protect me. To find freedom. Fool, I blame you, I hate you, I fight you, Who sees me now? Who feels me now? Who suffers now? Who swallows now? Who cries loudly deep inside now? You made me, Chimæra. And now I am your Chimæra. I will stop you now, Cannot stop me now. I am not escaping, I am facing My Chimæra. I am going to win. I WILL WIN. I WIN. I WON. Chimæra. @destructive.poetry #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaUyMkBSXB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tp3i5fge7tq6

PHOENIX (∞) You’re here. Are you safe? If your heart is beating with sorrow, If your soul is aching, If you can’t get through your day, not even tomorrow If the arrows you expected Cupid to shoot, at you and your loved one, Were worse than serpents, that bit and poisoned your heart, If all those smiles of those you once loved Were as wide as the blades they used to stab your back, To betray your existence. When pain crushes your bones and hate runs through your veins, Like a scarecrow burning in flames: dreadful, dreadful, dreadful… @destructive.poetry #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaVZxjBeMG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8benhue06tgb

Chimæra (2017) - ''What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'', right? Based on my own personal experience and on many other thousands of domestic + gender-based violence cases. Speak up. Seek support. Deliver justice. Defeat your Chimaera. Full poem: Chimæra In my nightmares I see you Hitting me hard With your bare hands and In my dreams You are the father I have never had The father I will never have Because the nightmares are pretty real And you are my worst nightmare You are my Chimæra In my nightmares I see her suffering For you, for me, for her(self). In my nightmares I see suffering. Why do I have to live in these nightmares? I don’t want to believe in this. I am trapped. Why can I not live in a dream? Set me free. Chimæra. She had to escape, I had to stay, For you. Now you are eating me alive, For yourself. But… I am (not) sorry, I am venom. And She’s magic. I am Pure Venom. And she’s Black Magic. And I will watch you die. Because I am venom. And you are hexed. Do you think I will watch your death When your teeth bite Into my heart? You are my worst nightmare. So I will become your worst Chimæra. Even though you taught me Not to see, Not to feel, To suffer, To swallow, To shut and seal my lips. Blame, You blame her, For doing what she had to do To escape from you, Trying her best, To protect (herself). To protect me. To find freedom. Fool, I blame you, I hate you, I fight you, Who sees me now? Who feels me now? Who suffers now? Who swallows now? Who cries loudly deep inside now? You made me, Chimæra. And now I am your Chimæra. I will stop you now, Cannot stop me now. I am not escaping, I am facing My Chimæra. I am going to win. I WILL WIN. I WIN. I WON. Chimæra. @destructive.poetry #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaU9WkBvl2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=exkg10s0fm76

Chimæra (2017) - ''What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'', right? Based on my own personal experience and on many other thousands of domestic + gender-based violence cases. Speak up. Seek support. Deliver justice. Defeat your Chimaera. Full poem: Chimæra In my nightmares I see you Hitting me hard With your bare hands and In my dreams You are the father I have never had The father I will never have Because the nightmares are pretty real And you are my worst nightmare You are my Chimæra In my nightmares I see her suffering For you, for me, for her(self). In my nightmares I see suffering. Why do I have to live in these nightmares? I don’t want to believe in this. I am trapped. Why can I not live in a dream? Set me free. Chimæra. She had to escape, I had to stay, For you. Now you are eating me alive, For yourself. But… I am (not) sorry, I am venom. And She’s magic. I am Pure Venom. And she’s Black Magic. And I will watch you die. Because I am venom. And you are hexed. Do you think I will watch your death When your teeth bite Into my heart? You are my worst nightmare. So I will become your worst Chimæra. Even though you taught me Not to see, Not to feel, To suffer, To swallow, To shut and seal my lips. Blame, You blame her, For doing what she had to do To escape from you, Trying her best, To protect (herself). To protect me. To find freedom. Fool, I blame you, I hate you, I fight you, Who sees me now? Who feels me now? Who suffers now? Who swallows now? Who cries loudly deep inside now? You made me, Chimæra. And now I am your Chimæra. I will stop you now, Cannot stop me now. I am not escaping, I am facing My Chimæra. I am going to win. I WILL WIN. I WIN. I WON. Chimæra. @destructive.poetry #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaVHH9hBk_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1lvft91d4mmyf

WWW (2017) Shit, life is strange. From the most instinctive behaviour to the most automatic one Where is the essence of this life, the meaning beyond all this chore? The answer we don't know, but all leads nowhere As fearing the unknown makes us grieve With a single shot. I no longer feel human, but fallen victim to my own existence. A beautiful metaphor out of this fucked up trip, I no longer feel human. @destructive.poetry #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaUAGEBsbS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=becn5rcjew0

Exit [X] (2018) The wind billowed my bubbles They were about to reach you But never crossed the line Of your eyes looking down  To that bright lie. I see that you notice Notifications so toxic Brain full of dopamine Boost in adrenaline  And yet you remain stupid. This false world  People think they are woken showing much but taking nothing  except for those broken Poses, smiles, lips, eyes That pretend to defend  Such sad lies Sending good vibes?  Such sad lies While all those faces and thumbs Hit the button you love. You notice that I see Methodical similarities And well-prepared Coincidences In the form of old-school Pictures and videos too. Sexy motherfucker, Artist, Heartbreaker, Thief, Good drug dealer, Me(ga)lomaniac Moreover Love addict. Can I resist? Fuck if I know. This is all about you, But it’s hard to explain. I’m talking about you, boy, But you stay the same. I’m in search of the impossible Trying my best to be visible Making it a little less Destructive But sometimes it feels  As if Poetry meant nothing to you, As if I did not even exist Because I give you more and more And you do pretend a lot Although at the end of the day You just can’t get enough: And I know I’m not the one But you just can’t get enough (of me). Until I get in trouble and you burst my bubbles.  I am so sick of this post-apocalyptic love ‘Cause we were not born in the 80s  And I’m sick and tired of writing down  My (un)requited love theories So I quit, so easy indeed I’ll press the exit button  And leave. So I quit, Press the exit button And leave. @destructive.poetry #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaUcGtBH8i/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wf7x83ssrajv

NEON MELODY / REVENGE (2017) ''Catch not at the shadow and lose the substance'' (...) I only wanted somebody to dance (with me), But shit hit the fan (and then you ran away). So now I'm singing this bittersweet melody (to you). Ha, no more fun. Bittersweet like revenge. You fool. Thought you were a friend (and turns out you're the enemy). Just look What we could've had. Just look What you're missing. (...) Thought 'bout the threat but I'm not afraid, So get out of my bed And bow down to a king While I'm singing this neon melody (b e f o r e  I  g o  o f f  w i t h  y o u r  h e a d). You will not last long enough for me to suffer. Bajo el umbral de las luces de neón Preparo mi venganza. Viendo cómo te vas quemando, Estás al borde de arder en llamas. Intentaste anticiparte, Quisist'entrar en mi mente Y entre mis piernas adentrarte Cuando era por tu corazón Y la luz que emanaba El único motivo por el que Brevemente quise saborearte. Te quemaste, ah, En la hoguera descansaste (en guerra). Tardé muchos años en aprender Cómo resistir el daño. Has de saber que yo no formo parte del rebaño: Soy el zorro que roba lo que al mundo deben los demonios extraños. @destructive.poetry #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaUGTVhulU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jlckojxmlejz

UN/NATURAL SELECTION (2018) For the sake of my blind existence, Handle me with care or I will break. And you can’t imagine how sharp my shattered pieces are. How convenient, For the sake of your egotistic existence. No resistance, I am sick of watching myself slowly die. Zero distance, Between my bites full of rage And your heart full of lies. Who thought I’d be the next one When your deadly ambitions arose? Certainly, to unfairly rule the world That very lost and old soul pleases. Deep inside truly knows Lust, how much I am needed But need not fear my fall, For I know where I belong. Watch me silently get On my well-deserved throne. Its thorns will make me bleed And I know you are dying To drink my blood. Enslaved me for months, I now punish you forever. Dare to look me in the eye? What do you see? Your empty kingdom, and no slaves. What happened to your empire? There was nothing natural  about your ways to keep  the whole world under control. Such an unnatural way to love. Let the natural selection process decide, let's have our lives redefined: I am here now, this is my kingdom. And I take no slaves, bitch.  @destructive.poetry Another great shot by @edek.ku featuring myself (@gabegogue) #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaTychhjou/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=834r0f1vcqy

FEMEN / WOMAN UP (2018) Her heart was deceived And so were her expectations Unlike those of the man who fooled her Just to possess her and make use of her body The body of a goddess. When she realised the damnation she finally reacted And full of shame tried to reject All the vice implied And all the actions involved. But the nature of the man now turned into a monster Was wicked and filled with darkness. (Don't chase the rabbit, Alice!) False love became dread and threat And so he found her again, Assaulted her and stripped away were her emotions, Feelings and consciousness. ‘’I love her, he said’’. He raped her. As guilt triggered his tears, But pride motivated the stream of poison  That ejaculated from between his legs. And like a bloody sword forced itself into the gate  Of a broken deity  as an act of blasphemy. Women have always been the foundation of life, the roots of strength and the branches of the trees that hold the fruits of success. But they have been constantly overshadowed by a veil of lies, manipulation and objectification. A veil held by cowards who tell the brave ones to man up. Not anymore. Fight for change, fight for freedom. Woman up. Women, witches, strippers, dancers, bitches, teachers and hoes Let's show everyone what we're really worth Men and children, from their heads to their toes It's time to change your minds. Cause we'bout to get On our well-deserved thrones. @destructive.poety Violethal goddess: @vio_lethal (aka Circe) 💜 #poetry #poem #art #artjournal #journaling #slampoem #slampoetry #sharingart #thoughts #poetryisnotdead #DestructivePoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpaTvTwB9Yk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14t1eqr57hpvp