I Write, Because... [Keep My Name Alive]

 

I write because I have a story to tell.

 

The world we live in is quiet

With only the occasional cricket

To keep us warm

And somewhere

Somehow

We start forgetting who we are (really!)

 

I write because I want the world to know who I am

 

 

If I say nothing, I'm sure to be forgotten

I haven't been shot, nor have I cancer

I haven't won the lottery, nor walked on water

So surely

This will keep my name alive

 

 

I write because I want to share my blessings 

 

 

I want to tell them all how happy he makes me

I want to tell them all the glory of my God

I want to tell them all about what a good friend she is

I want to tell them all of the blessings they could so easily have

 

 

I write because it's all I can do correctly

 

 

I'm a waste of space in the kitchen

I can't speak, my throat seems to not exist anymore

My looks...well...those never existed, period

And if I'm ever gonna lose weight, it'll most likely involve the Great Moore Trick

 

 

I write because God gave me the ability

 

 

He wishes for me to thrive in my dreams

Wishes for my blossoming, my becoming of age

I will grow in the dust, I will become the phoenix of His desires

I will praise His judgements, His mark on the holy calender

A gift not all have, a gift that I alone must nurture

 

 

I write because I'm running out of time

 

 

One day I'll wear nothing but white

Leaving His watchful eye, if only for a second, wearing golden band & husband

(Who that will be--well, I'm still quite unsure)

And I'll grow, nuturing life, living up to great expectations

Learning, loving, dying

Age an inevitable demise

 

 

I write to explain myself

 

 

No one can ever understand the acid gnawing at my throat

(Which, I guess, decides to exist then)

No one will understand how my arms are chained to my sides

A room full of mirrors, not letting me forget what a failure I am

His blood enough example, the daughter of a monster

My body ill of innocence, his hands ruining whatever I had left

 

 

I write because it numbs the pain

(For you see, medicine has become too expensive nowadays)

 

I write because my hand knows nothing else

 

I write because it makes me feel like I'm worth something

 

I write because it makes me smile

(For I'm no good at forgery, it's too lame a practice)

 

I write because...well...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I write because I have a story to tell

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[jimagain]

"learning, loving, dying."

Well said. The cricket and I say thank you for writing! The first paragraph was funny but poignant. I enjoyed this.

[Emunah June.]

Thank you for the review ;-;

[YouoweYoupay]

"I haven't won the lottery, nor walked on water.."

"A room full of mirrors, not letting me forget what a failure I am.."

Some of my favourite lines, which include many more! I like and admire writings ABOUT writing or writers' block because they speak simple universal truth.

We either write, or we don't. For infinite, precious little reasons. Sometimes we suffer to hold the pen again. Blank pages indifferently staring at us, not aware of our agony when we fail to form words, poems, and tales to tell.

I write because sometimes I miss the blue hues of the sky.Sometimes I am deprived of looking at it. Sometimes I hear the rain pouring and singing and I want nothing more than to go out and danceto its ode, but it would be too cold to open the doors. So I write to speak to that sky and to that rainthat smells of innocent lonliness.

"I write because I have a story to tell." : ) Keep 'em coming.

[Emunah June.]

Even your reviews are poetic! :O

Amazing, simply amazing. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to review my mediocre work ;-;

[Rae]

I really liked this one. "I write because I have a story to tell" was one of my favorites, simply because it is one that most writers if not all go by. Keep up your amazing work. ^^