Scratch
Scratch (8/16/2006)
I have nothing to scribble cause nothing is flowing here
Everything was going clear, writing on my scratch pad
But now it’s lost and I’m back at the beginning
Tracking what’s fitting, I have a knack for not quitting
But I want to know why this skill keeps on fading
While I’m concentrating, I’m still always debating
Why does nothing make sense when I wanna sit and rhyme it
This is making me sick, I’m feeling so violent
But don’t look at the silence as some kind of weakness
We’ve been here before so stop it and scratch that
If it weren’t for the fact that I came through before
I’d would say it’s ok, but it’s not the case any more
Cause I’m facing the choices while fighting the battle
Just stop the noise and let me get settled
And let everything level ’til I find the balance
‘Til I learn from the challenge of getting my scratch back
No more tearing the pages or deleting the files
No more self control, let’s get increasingly wild
An open call for a little bit of anarchy
Just to spice it up and motivate the mastery
And allocate the tragedy to all days gone by
Let’s just find the flames to motivate this guy
Make me scrape the pad and color it in inkness
Just say my name and I’ll get my old scratch back
Notes: It’s short, I know. I took a different approach to this one. The rhyme scheme is nothing I’ve done before and it’s VERY fast. This is probably the fastest (in terms of beats) piece I’ve ever written. As for the meaning, it’s a promise I’m making to myself to start writing more and getting back a skill that, sometimes, feels like it’s fading.
Filed under: Poems
I think you’re just comparing too much to older works and you compare the older with the new and it doesn’t seem up to your standards but it’s still good all the same to me. Don’t be too hard on yourself, you’ve still got it you just seem to expect more of yourself and that lets you down when you can’t seem to reach that.
it’s better than nothing. period.