Ya know
When I first started writing
It was around the age 11 or so.
Little did I know
That it would help me escape from “life weeds†that would grow
In High school
I had a teacher Mister Morgenstern
Who told me I was very well versed and grammatically gifted
I was too arrogant at that time to give a damn and show any concern
At that time I only wrote for the sake of releasing emotions
Because I had no true ‘trusted’ friends to tell
I would write on napkins and cardboard box scraps
Just so I wouldn’t remain caged up and strapped down in my emotional hell
I was a young & restless teenage boy
As if you couldn’t already tell
I used to say the world will know me by my silence
Or I will make sure they hear me when I would scream and yell
As obnoxious, selfish and childish that was
In a matter of speaking
I finally realized I need to grow up truly
As my spirit became unruly
And although I felt a better life, is what was due me
I recognized it was my own duty
To truly make my life a lesson of beauty
So I took time to sit and be filled with self analytical scrutiny
Took over my weak side
With a destruction of my weaker self by an overwhelming mutiny
I aged and life then turned my physical page
I grew to a better developed stage
Puberty came and I was given moments of epiphany
And they allowed me to see deeper into things that were once a mystery
That’s a summed up version of my child hood history
Honestly it was mostly a life of misery
But I grew and evolved
As I was forced to have multiple problems solved
Anyhow
I continue my writing even when I feel weak and filled with distress
Just because it helps alleviate the stress and weight of pressure on my chest
Admittedly some of my written thoughts
May be hard to chew on or digest
But they are all a reflection of my entire being
The things I saw, felt and heard
And the many things I am still feeling, hearing, and seeing
I guess you can put me into the category of a poet or lyricist
I just happen to enjoy using words to describe all and any thoughts or feelings
To help me, myself, and I deal with my current state and dealings!
Nothing I write is ever made up or manufactured
I just learned how to use the English language by taking a word picture for you to better capture
Help captivate many minds and open eyes
That have been too weakened to see
And I willingly reckon
I will keep my own self in check when I check in
Because to me my words could be poison or food for thought
I can be sour to your minds pallet
Or help you see and better understand things
That you may have once taken for naught
So although I never sought to be a poet
I guess I am one by my inner nature and infinite nurture
I am here to share wisdom, enlightenment to brighten your days in one way or another
But sometimes my words may be bold enough to cut you and hurt you!
SkTzO