I been hiding all today deep inside my world of poetry writing since early hours of the morning early evening now and still writing Love every minute of It totally engrossed buried deep within the very words of her that I write reliving every word I write every thought For this my world now that of poetry writing my escape to where Im happy so I'll just keep writing for as long as able to
Poetry writing has become my life total dedication to my poetry of Helen
A Tolstory was never for me Nor an ounce of Frost on my fingertips found In the complexities of Estlin’s dreams, I am Not a man without my own Wit Or Dunbarred from uncaging this, my own sound Only to be let loose in a Field of youthful green No I am nonesuch of these or be Twain I am Seanathon you see And here I've just been Dickinson around
i am, therefore i am a to be but to be what? to be what, i ask? i am a to be, and to be a to be means i am a will be but will be what? what will i be? and if i am to be a will be, i will have to have been a won't be what have i not been if not being? and if i am both a will be and a won't be, i will have to have been a never be what will i never be? what will i never have been? because i am a will be and am to be a have been and a haven't been and a have done and a haven't done what have i if not to be and to have been? i am, therefore i am a to be what am i but a to be to be forgotten?
and i don't want to be a have been to be forgotten (If you get it, you get it; if you don't, you don't.)
how long did it take you to forget? the overwhelming pain that latches onto your heart and won’t let go it will always be there watching waiting for you to break you are surrounded and there is nothing you can do to rid of it because this is what your life is now constantly drowning in the waters that are depression