Rage Inspiration

Rage is bonded with a desire
A desire for destruction
It is all I can think of

In my shed are old fireworks
They may be dangerous
It will serve there purpose
I take all I can carry
I place them in the middle of a field
I take my lighter
I begin to turn it on

Suddenly a large flame is produce
I smile with sick intentions
As I begin to walk away from the pile
I throw the lighter with force

The fireworks ignited
I turn to see powerful colors light the night sky
The explosions resonated within my body
As I watched I realized

Rage became a source of inspiration
The fireworks became my outlet
It goes to show there is beauty in destruction
You just have to see it for yourself

Reviews

[JENY]

Musthafaaaaaaaaaaaa….
You sadist….!!!
There is no beauty in destruction….
I disagree with you….
But I liked your writing…
And the imagery of firework….
Excellent poem…..
But write about creation only…
Leave the thoughts of destruction…ok?

[Taylor H.]

Wonderful poem. Which is obvious! :)

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the last stanza in this poem. the flow is mostly smooth and you have chosen wonderful words for this poem. Great write.

[deeps]

Rage became a source of inspiration
The fireworks became my outlet
It goes to show there is beauty in destruction
You just have to see it for yourself

I enjoyed this stanza, this is wonderful