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Critics critique my work critically Continuously My words My purpose My worth Like a ****** of crows circling above What I thought would fly Why do I even try I bare a piece of my soul as I type The keyboard still warm to the touch With prying eyes and cold fingers they judge Searching and searching for cracks I never seem to see Bare feet and calloused hands, Panic Attacks, A Lesson And A Warning, beautiful something somethings Written off as childish, mundane, and boring A kind of smudge if you will Like a stone with no uniqueness Critical their words try to weigh me down Yet even the most harsh of lines Will never rewrite the things I have seen or the truths my words carry Line after line When I write My poetry comes alive It speaks to me It is beautiful before any harsh judgment arrives That is all that matters All that one needs So let their words crack like thunder I will keep on writing in weather they’ll never predict Survive the damage their words are meant to inflict I’ll ignore their rules so hollow and strict Like a symphony only I can hear The truth in my words I hold dear They are like music to my ears I will keep writing and sharing till the end is here Leaving you all a reason to laugh through the tears
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
Critically
Critics critique my work critically Continuously My words My purpose My worth Like a ****** of crows circling above What I thought would fly Why do I even try I bare a piece of my soul as I type The keyboard still warm to the touch With prying eyes and cold fingers they judge Searching and searching for cracks I never seem to see Bare feet and calloused hands, Panic Attacks, A Lesson And A Warning, beautiful something somethings Written off as childish, mundane, and boring A kind of smudge if you will Like a stone with no uniqueness Critical their words try to weigh me down Yet even the most harsh of lines Will never rewrite the things I have seen or the truths my words carry Line after line When I write My poetry comes alive It speaks to me It is beautiful before any harsh judgment arrives That is all that matters All that one needs So let their words crack like thunder I will keep on writing in weather they’ll never predict Survive the damage their words are meant to inflict I’ll ignore their rules so hollow and strict Like a symphony only I can hear The truth in my words I hold dear They are like music to my ears I will keep writing and sharing till the end is here Leaving you all a reason to laugh through the tears
Shane-Stoops
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
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