#selfwrote

where the bugs reside

safe in my shock

feeling to the side

pretending i belong

with the insects and dirt

no feelings or hurt

knowing im wrong

but fearing the worst

you might find it surprising

i wasnt alone in this rock

i had someone who

would always knock

the hard part is

when youre under that rock

theres no way out

unless you open the lock

she was of light, its built into her name

passed down through

societys reigns

and i felt it, every day

those surrounding sun rays

im learning to leave that rock today

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

I tip toe carefully to be safe, then it welcomes me and leads me to danger.

I try to commit to peace, then it tells me to "release your anger."

Being recessive was my desire, but then it says "what a pretty liar"

One day I'm flying, the next I crash, the undoing of harmony, the wickedness it casts.

You know me now, then you know me not, the battles it causes, it indefinitely comes out on top.

The beautiful, stinging pain it causes, the relentless severance, it undeniably causes.

When it comes out to play, it's nothing short of erotic.

When it comes out to play, all motives are purely promiscuous, nevermind if it's night or day.

It encloses me with the monsters in my mind

Suitors, lovers, sexual partners of any kind.

People will say "whose son is that"?

"Clearly his innocence & dignity is lost"

When he loses control and the past turns painful

He'll grab the bottle and drop his halo.

Seven medications to keep it at bay but it manages to slip through.

The unbeknownst boy doesn't realize, when it takes over, there's so much to lose.

I regret misbehaving to someone,

I wish I would have been mannered enough.

I regret for leaving a good opportunity,

I wish I would have been courageous enough.

I regret for spending too much,

I wish I would have been responsible enough.

I regret not helping the needy,

I wish I would have been kind enough.

I regret messing up my work,

I wish I would have been attentive enough.

I regret not apologizing to my mistake,

I wish I would have been brave enough.

Yet I don't regret having these many regrets,

Atleast now I am experienced enough.

To start writing is more of a task than the act of writing itself.

Sitting in the backseat looking out the window as I felt a soft touch of breeze grazing every curve of my face hypnotizing me outta my senses imbibing the inconceivable glory of the rainbow far far away from all the fuss at the encounter of the amorphous....