freestyle - no edits

I challenge YOU to write a poem without making any edits or changes from the time that you start writing.  Think of it as a "freestyle" to use hiphop language.   Avoid the temptation to revise.  

LEAVE IT RAW


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Have fun!

That was surprisingly difficult. I kept on wanting to go back and change or word or I would accidentally hit the enter bar a word early, but. Haha. Looking forward to seeing other's entries!

No Edit

No edit,
You read it right,
This is me in all my raw and natural form,
I’ll try not screw up the lines,
But I can’t make promises,
Otherwise, the words will feel like a shit storm.

No, no backspace or erase either,
Take all the misgiving and misspellings,
(Crap, I forgot about auto correct),
There’s just no way of telling.

I shut my mouth most of the time,
Because I’m scared of that dark side of me,
I’ll say the wrong shit and offend everyone,
I have to watch what I say before it comes out of me.

So I take to paper and pen,
Or in the new age to my laptop and phone,
Spilling the words to try and make some sense,
There might be something wrong with me,
And like some dichotomy,
The person I wanted to be became a pretense.

I was a two faced liar,
A hypocritical insincere individual,
Acting all spiritual while my desires were wild,
I should have been more honest with myself,
So my demeanor only became more fucking hostile.

And so in my deference I lost some of that will,
To speak my mind, to hide all the time,
I try to be courteous and polite to others,
I know I’ve done wrong and make my peace with it.

I’ve worked on forgiving myself for the longest time,
Still, all the wrong I’ve done feels like unpunished crime,
But that’s just my guilt fucking with me, punishing me,
Pushing me to the edge of that abyss I thought I deserved.
But I try to do my good deeds, and it fulfills my needs,
To find that peace I longed for and searched for,
Because when I go back and read about the old me,
I read between the lines and see lies and forgive,
That younger person who was but is no more.

Foxface and wallyroo92 thank you both for quickly starting this comp off with a bang!!

<3

In the stricken silence of a blank white page,
I strike a bright note to destroy the gloom;
in the dim-lit distance before the pen hits,
before you get to sip the sickly poison brewed.
Give you a choice or two - surrender
or sit down;
like a crunchy leaf I end ya when my step
hits ground.
I've that greedy, deep caprice;
I need to speak a big sound.
I'll just poke your pedestal;
won't waste my breath on "Get down".

This no editing thing is more difficult than I thought...
Here is some nonsense thoughts from this crazy young lady.


Silence
A sound that I can't stand.
It sends me into a downward spiral
Into the dark maze that is my mind.
Nearly as bad as clicking,
Tapping, clapping, slapping.
Dripping, dribbling, bubbling.
Repeatative noises.
They're worse than silence,
As they leave me hypnostized.
They don't just pull me into my own head,
But they keep me trapped there.
Until someone breaks the routine.
Speaking,
It's a dangerous territory.
Once the thoughts slip from your mouth,
They're out in the world,
And they can't be taken back.
Phrase one thing wrong,
And suddenly you're a monster,
Or hell, maybe a hero
It's a tricky thing,
This whole conversing
Communicating
Talking.
Or even writing.
Because what's been written is often posted,
In this world of social media
Funny name,
For something that is as far from social as it gets.
Something we go onto simply to make ourselves look better,
As we sit home alone,
Alone.
How I spend much of my time,
In bed,
In pajamas
In my own mind
Because of the silence
Or the ticking on the clock
Keeping trapped in my head
Unable to drag myself up,
Even though there are things to be done.
Dishes to wash,
I love dishes,
Strange as it may sound.
They are something that must be done
If not today, then tomorrow
They give me a reason to stand up,
To put on normal clothes,
And to pretend to be a person.
Pretending,
That's how I get through life.
Pretending to be happy,
Pretending to be funny,
Pretending to feel loved,
Pretending that someone wants me,
Even when I know I am nothing,
No one,
And that I could simply disappear.
I pretend,
Therefore I survive
I make it through another day,
To wash the dishes.
Dishes I don't dirty up,
Unless forced to do so
Because I don't always remember to eat,
Unless Brandon says something to me
It's not that I feel fat,
Or that I want to lose anything,
I simply forget that hunger is a thing,
After years of stomach problems,
You learn to just ignore that part of yourself.
Ignoring.
Now that is a big part of my life.
Ignoring the bad,
Pretending it isn't there.
See?
There that pretending is again.
I told you its how I survive.
By pretending to be alive,
When I am really just static,
Laying in my bed,
In my pajamas,
In my head,
In my silence.
I can't stand silence...

No Change


No edit
I get it
No change
From my brain
To my pen,
Then again,
I revise
With my eyes
And avoid the want
To back-space the font
Of auto-correct
Capitals I get
At the start of each line
When I hit “enter” each time.
It’s annoying
This toying
With grammar syntax—
“Word” take it back
But I can’t that’s it
It’s entered, as is.

Thank you for deciding my poem was worthy enough! 😄 Congratulations to Cloventongue for runner up!

Foxface said:Thank you for deciding my poem was worthy enough! 😄 Congratulations to Cloventongue for runner up!

Great job both of you!  I hope you enjoyed this competition.