the beat goes on...

Thank you for the consistent feedback on my poetry. I post it and hope people will tell me what thier experience of it is, no holds barred.

So it goes, perhaps Stronger is right and Casey is not the right guy for me. I don't know. We are still together. The poem was born out of feelings that surfaced as a result of stuff between us. But I wanted to set the record straight that we are a "we" still. I allow myself to take my feelings and run with the dramatics when I write. I don't set boundaries for what can develop and so, often, I end up with seemingly soul baring, life ending stuff.

That being said, sometimes I wish I was a happier poetry writer. This is the stuff that comes out of me, the overflow of my heart as the Bible calls it. I worry sometimes that I am not three dimensional, that I am stuck in a cycle of self-pity or even just inner reflection on the turbulent childhood...the experience not being rare at all. but the truth is, I am not. At my best I am a fountain, a bubbling, energetic, loving, optimistic fount. At my worst, a puddle of anxiety and self doubt. That leaves a vast playground for dynamic in between, I believe. and so, I don't censor my poetry.