I feel cooped up with silly string in my hair.
I think introverts are an astral projection.
Winter is a balled up stocking.
Even with silly string strung up in me.
I take a crack at the astral plane under my bed.
I feel slobbered on when I order pizza for myself.
I feel cooped up with a few of these friends.
Attached like a bottle cap.
Popped it off and poured that old “how are you?” out onto the floor.
Being an introvert and my mind is unsound.
It’s like the mattress tag says something crazy but no one would read it anyway.
I talk with my left tooth splayed out.
I think introverts are an astral projection of extroverts.
We are only real because we are each other’s carpet fibers in the same crime scene.
Or maybe I’m just some awkward friend who dropped the last chicken wing and you hated me forever.
What happens, whilst of that fear-rush
Face-blown, if fleetingly, when this
Front door opens?
The mind broadens!
Whose threshold's gain I too weighed.
Inner, outer, secure, insecure
Where, that distant
Worlds meet; two. Pant.
Becoming You
If an introvert shed their skin
Would they suddenly become extra
Excell at being themselves
Stride into the middle of conversations
Taking the largest slice of a pie
With no desire to apologize
I love those who sit in my silence
Silence I seem to carry with me
It crowds around my shoulders and kneck
It stifles my words
I thought it would someday be filled
By promises to myself I can’t uphold
Living vicariously through
Those who march forward
Without choking on their words
I'll keep my eyes fixed on you
My mind catching every word
Like a hovering shadow
That you only turn to
So your words can fall freely
Without thought of the listener
Some days I feel my own weight
It bears down on me
Whispering sneers of disappointment
The fogginess in my head of unspoken words
It fades their meaning
Nights driving alone
Small snowflakes collecting on my windshield
Muffled echoes from the day
Are suddenly lifted and cleared
By the warm glow of the porchlight
That was left on for me
It lights my way to the door
Remembering small things I said
Bringing me back
From webs of lies in my head
You lay your jacket over my shoulders
I one day hope to give others
The care you’ve given me
Alone
but not lonely
Void of sound
of movement
of people walking in and out
A breeze flows though my hair
I feel it on my arms and legs
I count slowly
Always an introvert
I enjoy the cold quiet
I am not empty
because I am alone
Peace
Tranquility
In this voided space
I can think
I can breath
I can expel energy
No pressure to fill that void
with words
with sound
with empty emotions
with trying to please someone
or trying to be someone I am not
I am alone
but that doesn't make me lonely.
Hardest to reach type.
As self effacing
Dimmest, deadest hideaway place
Lives as deep within.
Unvoiced, as leaves shut
True feelings, a door.
Eyes'shutters, whilst across them pass
Quick frights' silhouettes
Its outlook betrayed, whilst crass besets
His world's, a world for.
I want to stay inside
No need to open up
That would risk my peace of mind
Remember my safe place is enough
Only need a paper and pen
Verses on a pc if able
Emerald eyes every now and then
Reading writing no cable
Time passes me indeed in my introverted dream
in person she is an introvert
her writing exposes her hidden hurt
real people do not know or see her
but her writing is honest and pure
Heartfelt feelings on a page to see
more open than any thought she’d be
an introvert in walking talking life
but her writing holds truth like a knife
I'm scared to speak, my heart beats fast,
Fear of judgment, fear of being last,
My words get jumbled, my voice does quake,
I'm an introvert, my heart does ache.
When called to speak, I feel like I'm falling,
My words get stuck, my voice keeps calling,
I want to pour out my heart, but I'm afraid,
Of being wrong, of not being well received or praised.
But being an introvert doesn't mean I'm weak,
I've got wisdom to share, I've got words to speak,
I've got to dig deep, to find the perfect way,
To bless the community, to seize the day.
Don't let fear hold you back, don't procrastinate,
Come out of your shade, don't hesitate,
Your hidden heart will stay hidden, until you share,
Your wisdom, your words, your voice, your care.
Being yourself is key, don't be afraid,
Your uniqueness is what the world has made,
So come out, speak up, don't be shy,
Your voice matters, your words can fly.
You got this, don't let fear take control,
You're strong, you're brave, you're worthy of goal,
Come out of your shade, shine your light,
You'll be amazed at what you can ignite.
Your voice is powerful, don't let it fade.
Perhaps I wouldn't move
if the train came.
Not out of courage,
just curiosity.
What does it feel like?
or just the experience, maybe.
I sit down in the shower sometimes
until the water forgets it's warm
and I forget
I have skin.
In that moment,
and that moment only
I think nothing
but oh, I feel-
I feel everything
like a flood, swirling, raging inside,
beating ferociously on the locked doors.
On the surface?
an ingrained smile,
a shrug,
a practiced "whatever."
I'm not good at
being good.
Not when good means
loud, bright, easy.
Sometimes I scream
like my ribs are splitting,
but my voice, my throat-
remain stubbornly silent.
I wish one day,
you would knock,
and no one would answer-
No one would come to the door.
Because perhaps I'd have reached where I've always wanted to be,
or perhaps I'm just not there anymore.
Introverted
I keep my thoughts locked away.
No one can touch them.
They are mine only. I take no
Risk in sharing with
Others my
Very personal feelings. I do not wish
Every one to know me and take no joy in
Revealing myself to
Those who
Expect to understand my personal
Demons and dilemmas.
He is calm, a gentle sound,
In his future we're like staying in cemetery
Softly whispers to the heart,
From the noise, it sets diversely
Peace is Encounter in quiet sounding bed
In the smiles on gorgeous faces.
It’s a walk in nature’s path
Where the worries fade away.
Hold to peace, it’s pure and real
Brings a sense of calmness to you.
In its arms, find sweet release,
Life is better with some peace.
I am funny,
hidden under veils of shyness.
Many think I'm social and outgoing,
But I'm an introvert.
I can be alone in a room for many days,
without getting bored or tired of being alone.
Just give me what to eat and drink.
More importantly make the place comfortable.
As I'm older,
I realise I need to mix.
So, I form new friendships and socialize.
I can't be an island,
when my ambition is to compete at the top.
No one gets to the peak without needing others.
Hence, I court goodwill at all cost.
without which I know I can't ever smell greatness
I read and meaning escapes me
I ponder my own intellectual ability
Everything isn’t for everyone
Some love moon others prefer sun
Just as you may love lavender rain
As a release from your poetic pain
I look in the mirror and see
A reflection of indifference looking at me
Perhaps I really enjoy the friction
The journey more appealing than fruition
When I am honest about my life
I cut it up eat it like pecan pie
Because I may seem an introvert
But I dream of extrovert desert
Who are you at 72
Still a kid at heart,
Always hopeful, glass half full
Family falling apart.
Politics, wrecked relationships
Breaking ties that bind.
How can we mend our souls
When others are unkind.
Now I need to hide myself
from all the hurt outside,
Find my way, from this day
and heal the wounds inside.
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