Deep within me lies a vast array,
Of personalities and personas at play.
The geek, the peaceful, the lover, and fire,
Each one a facet of my soul’s desire.
But I am not defined by just one part,
For I am a journey, a work of art.
My heart guides me on adventures untold,
Boldly unapologetic, I refuse to fold.
I may be an energy snob,
But not in the way you might think.
For I have faith in many things,
And keep myself at a neutral brink.
For who am I to doubt what I don’t know,
To limit my experiences and not grow?
So I etch my dreams in stone,
Under the full moon’s glow.
The stars above draw inspiration,
Guiding my words with their creation,
And though they may be stuck in solo ways,
Changes are coming soon in my soul’s craze.
For I have been through too much to not prepare,
A safety net to catch me if I dare,
To take risks, be wrong, or smart,
For in my stories, there’s always a plot twist at heart.
Intoxication may bring temporary release,
But I am a universe full of mysteries.
And though I was raised on fairy tales,
In a world full of pride and walls to scale.
I have learned to fly freely in bitter skies,
Releasing my burdens, one at a time,
For I want to be free, and I want to fly,
Like a free bird in the endless sky.
So I reveal what’s inside, one layer at a time,
Speaking of the seas, the stars in the skies,
Guided by the truth that lies within,
My soul, a masterpiece waiting to begin.
– Maroof
Awesome😉
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Welcome 😉
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Absolutely beautiful 😍
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Thanks a lot sweetie ❤
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Your poetry reveals that you know yourself well and you demand to be taken on your own terms. I love that. Knowing yourself is very enticing.
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Thanks a lot sweetheart. 🙂
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Absolutely, dear. I’m enjoying your work. 🙂
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Aww ❤
This means a lot to me
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The way you write is unique, like power balanced with respect, love and care balanced with a warning to your target. You give yourself, but only on your terms. I like it!
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Yes, thanks a tonne 🙂
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🙂 You’re welcome.
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Oh my god! How do you get all such words and expressions….the post is so beautiful that…. I kept reading it many times….love your work…need to follow you….right now…
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awww this means a lot to me. Thank you so much ❤
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My pleasure friend…
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I feel like that too at times. I can talk about anything except what really matters that’s inside! Good or bad thing?
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Yeahhh ❤
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Wonderful 💐
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Most welcome 🌷💓
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“My soul?
It is a free bird.”
Love that, so is mine. These two lines of your lovely poem perfectly connect with my friend Mario Savioni’s novel, Pickles and Tarts, the story of illusion-delusion, a relationship with two people so different in age, older Frank and younger Nicole. Frank also refers to women he is attracte to as “these innocent birds lookign for freedom”. I strongly recommend you and all your followers to read this. Mario is an excellent writer like you: “These innocent birds looking for freedom, you might think, eventually he went for it. Cheating girlfriends, angry spouses who wanted out, even someone needing a green card, all seemed damaged in some way, but he had never thought about it. As he got older, these affairs grew less and less, and the last time he made love to someone he was interested in and thus not sickened by, was about 13 years ago. His reaching Nicole and continuing their conversation, without of course meeting, seemed hopeful.”: https://savioni.wordpress.com/2019/02/27/pickles-and-tarts-chapter-8/
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You feedback matters a lot to me. Thank you! ❤
And I'd read this for sure!
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