Tuesday, April 7, 2009

NaPoWriMo, Day #7

Dear Young Poet,

People judge and I'm no different
Is the society you live in all that bad?
Your words are bleak and offer no hope
Don't have the answers, stop complaining
Is the other side that much better?
Problems are abound every where
Other kids see it just like you
If you pride individuality 
Please stand out
Take the risks
Forget there is an audience
I admire your drive
The output is epic
Nothing holds me
Prove me wrong
The world is you canvas
Step out and make us see it
Show me how your transparent verses will grow flesh
That you'll sacrifice rhythm for substance
The legacy is not in the finger snaps
But what is left behind

-Mark SkryptD



3 comments:

  1. transparent verses....

    well i found this quote in high school and put it in my yearbook and still believe it and am untouchable for it-

    "pay no attention to what critics say, a statue has never been erected in honor of a critic."

    i am my own worse critic. but i can deal with myself-put me in me own place. i just wrote a poem and after hating it and posting it and posting how much i didn't like it, i grew to like it. i see its faults, but this isn't my final draft and it wasn't that bad of a poem, ya know?

    sometimes i cringe when i am in my creative writing class. i guess i could say that i get a little cocky. you know, i've been writing for 13 years. i've done spoken word and am constantly experimenting with other forms. but the worst thing about getting this cocky is that i catch myself forgetting that i had to write like they did to get to where i am now. and where i am is still not where i want to be. such is the life of the writer. even published writers struggle like i do. your poem is as cocky as i get in class. you "admire their drive" but then you say "prove me wrong" and "transparent verses" and demand that this young poet "stands out." you are only proven wrong if these words ricochet off that young poet-if that poet never flinches, and believe you to be "the end all be all" of the written word.

    you know?

    Dear young poet,

    keep writing.
    keep reading.
    keep writing.
    keep sharing unashamed.
    keep writing.
    seek those that are willing to help with constructive criticism.
    keep writing.
    BUY A DICTIONARY/THESAURUS.
    keep writing.
    when they roll their eyes,
    it is a projection of themselves.
    keep writing.
    keep reading.
    keep writing.
    i love you young poet! even if you make me cringe a little...lol.(see above for explanation)

    love and peace,
    rosie

    PS buy "the creative habit"-twyla tharp


    remember, you are unique...just like everyone else. lol

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  2. PS- it is also very rare when i post my good poetry-the poetry i've revised over and over. the ones i know will stand out over time. and that is because i want to to get them published!! and most don't accept previously published works. ain't that a bitch.

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  3. It is a bit of a cocky poem and one I'd like to get back to when the 30 days are up.

    This poem was inspired by spoken artists, who write about the same things all the time.

    Criticism is part of writing good work. If someone loves to write and never hears an honest voice; they walk around with a false sense of accomplishment. We sit in classes and workshops only to see some of our own personal best work get destroyed. A lot of young poets tend to reflect on their angst and narrow view of the world. This poem is brutally honest and that nudge to get the best out of them. Go beyond that comfort level and create.

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