I Still Write

Slam Style poetry about why I still write, even after many people have made my writing feel insignificant.

This is the voice that's rarely heard.

The voice that barely occurs,

The sound of the shakey and insecure.

One who feels unpure,

Is diseased by the cancer of society, with no cure.

 

The depression that builds

From the dreams which were killed,

Due to the words parents used to mark me as;

"Unskilled."

 

The type of pain you get that can't be cured by a pill!

The cold when there isn't a chill!

The loss of will!

When life's plan is of someone else's composure!

To where you don't want to open up, you just want [closure.]

 

You can't express yourself because people tell you you're a poser,

They'll tell you "That ain't gonna fund you when you're older!"

And each word of negativity smolders,

From these programmed molders.

 

And how unfortunate it is for me to allow them to do damage,

To let them hurt me with their language,

Until my fire has almost vanished!

And I'm placed in this pit,

Full of s**t and spit, anti-philosophic...

Anti-creative...

Just a slave to the trades which they constantly embrace!

Until it feels like you're imagination has no space,

And it feels like everything you've ever written was just a waste!

The numbness of your identity as you lose your own face...

Now THAT'S a REAL waste...

 

Murderers.

Sick, disgusting, diluted, polluted murderers!

Killing without regard for what was worked on so hard!

Poetry which was built by scars and inner wars!

 

But...

 

Though I will probably never know what it is to recieve an award,

Though I will probably never know what it's like to drive a pricy car,

And though each painful piece of "advice" you burn me with will leave me charred...

 

I still rhyme!

I still say what's on my mind!

I still reach out to those I can find!

Those who can relate,

And vigorate my damaged soul!

My damaged pride!

My damaged insides!

 

 

 

 

 

I still write.

It keeps what's left of me alive.

Reviews

[Jazlean]

Brilliant.
I loved the end, those last two lines are really powerful my friend! But also the part of society losing creativity and just becoming this pit filled with people with no faces, no idividuality, no creativity, no life.
I think about that image a lot and am worried about if the world will ever really sink deep into that way, but I know as long as people like you me, and all the others on WC keep writing, don't let ourselves be kept down we can inspire a world. or if not at least those around us, those who matter and perhaps one other individual who will take so much from it.
You are talented my friend and it is work like this that continues to inspire me.
keep it up!
~Jaz

[Crazy Cat Man]

the ren is back......great piece

[Andrew - Moon Fixer]

Lovely. I really enjoyed this. It makes you think no matter what those people say. What's in your heart or head. It's more important then what the NAY-SAYER think. But then that's it, the NAY-SAYERS don't think. They mouth off and maybe think after or they just don't. Well the only thing I can say is it's there loss. Thank you so much.
Andrew

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

deep, filled with rage, the ending is so astute, great work, xxoo, mishy

[Nina Love]

Damn straight, Ren.
I love it.

[Robert Wilson]

Amazing piece that I can totally relate to. Brilliant work!

[Jared Kardos]

Awesome piece, good sir. I can definately relate to that. :)

[Wolfwind Words]

Yes! Horay! I love the strength of this! It speaks so true to societies pressure on the artists of this age.
Great Job!

[Lena]

POWERFUL!
Obviously they were wrong because your words are moving and strong. I felt every painful thing ever said. I almost heard each hurtful word flung at the soul that so beautifully perceive the world differently, something that naturally they couldn't see.
Please keep writing, for yourself, for others and for me.

[Yaooooooo]

Overall a good read, keep up the good work and feel free to send me a request when ever..
One!