This is a simple poem

He offered me the world
I refused
I ran away with my poetry vagabond.

Reviews

[a_methyste]

The self is a complicated issue and often wrong. But in the end it is what we have got. It needs formatting in some parts, and a let be on some others which are healthy.

[emmajoygreen]

Knowing Self and relying on instinct, more or often or not tells how and when to make the essential move. Seems the way you write can be the answer to most if not all of one's wonderings. Perhaps?

Perhaps my review doesn't fulfil expectation, should I re-phrase or re-write my thoughts, my friend?

[a_methyste]

Thank you dear. All I know is that my instict tells me to love it. God knows why. I do not know much but to see that it feels right. And I get a sense of sweet playing, my reality distorts in a sweet sense, and the physical of the world distorts and I see cartoons, a bunch of them dear and I love them. Thank you for the compliment. Maybe you are right, who knows dear. Hugs and lots of love me. Today feels a sweet morning for me and you made it sweeter.

[emmajoygreen]

Good ten minutes past the UK afternoon! Is usually best to follow one's instincts.. following those of others can lead to a very dark journey!
Is always brighter when you pass my way!

[a_methyste]

Thanks dear. Brighter for me too. I used to copy people 15 years old and I tell you it felt awkward. I felt as an aeroplane in water at times. Thank god I have umproved. Hugs.

[emmajoygreen]

You have reached the heights, my friend. Hugs back!

[a_methyste]

Thank you dear. The best for you.

[Anita Frader]

There are no boundaries or restraints with poetry.
It's a freedom that can't be bought.
Well said.so

[a_methyste]

Poetry is addiction. Sometimes it exhausts me.

[Jibey]

When we spill our words on the page, we can run where we like... escaping from all clutches.

[a_methyste]

Yes for sure. Finally a place where you can breathe relaxed, in your own ways.