My Creativity

I want to burn the air with noise and squeeze an ounce of the human soul into purified sound, harmony, and breath.

 

I want to crack this darkness

spew crystallized light outward

to shatter

blinding

 

I want destruction

a gale force wind

no darkness

 

the stillness of the human spirit

the maelstrom of the human heart

fire

lighted crystal (light in crystal(orig.))

 

I want to BURN the air and squeeze an ounce of the human soul into purified sound, harmony, and breath.

 

I want to tear apart my inner self

lay it bare to the world

lay the world bare to itself

 

I want to shatter

 

I want to fill the air to bursting with my ideas, my loves, my needs, my wants, my cares

                     my essence

 

I want to call out

to cry out

to reach the ears of heaven

a mere facsimile of angel's voices and clarion calls

not even close there but a burning beacon shaking mountains, ingniting the very air we breathe, snuffing out the reason we seek;here;now

 

I want

 

I want to shatter this world with my sound; crystalline

 

I want to burst forth my creativity

let loose these dogs

 

Aye

 

I want

 

I need

 

  

I want to burn the air

and squeeze an ounce

                just an ounce

of the human soul into something wrought silver and gold

into something

 

Reviews

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"...air with sound and squeeze an ounce of the human soul into purified sound...."
I don't know if you intended to do this, but i don't really like when you use the same word within the distance of a few other words. See, you used "sound" repeatedly.
I honestly enjoyed the idea of your work. It was a great gust of imagery to picture the air burning. Good work, sorry if this came off negative, I'm not meaning to be. Keep writing!