I always had that inner quality of putting others first
I'll become anything needed from a mom to a nurse
I'm so busy with others that i don't get what i need
I think it's about that time that i just focused on me
Venture out and go places and see more sights
Enjoy my own bonfire along with the night star light
There's many things that i wish I had personal time to do
Putting myself second is the reason i don't have a clue
If the other people were happy was always my concern
Self help before helping others is what i have to learn
It's ok to be there for others but you have to be happy too
If others are content why would they think about you
I have helped others and have done many good deeds
I think it's about that time that i just focused on me.
I seek my peace in my space
just want to be me the quiet loner
and write my own script
even if others find me wierd
I love the energy
found in the depth of solitude
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.
Divinely Introverted
Isolation was
SUCH a
WELCOME EXCUSE!
Oh my God.
There, I said it...
My selfish soul.
My So, Soooo Selfish:
Soul.
But, no remorse...
What were my old excuses again?
I mean...
Whatever.
-Gray Squirrel
01/12/2024
an exotic unassuming, introverted quiet witch
she unveiled her unique talents little by little
one at a time, quietly, without fanfare
expecting no special attention or recognition
silently, stealthily, she revealed mystical abilities
Us introverted
I had a snack bar I saw myself as the “Main Host”
talking to people being verbose and popular
something I was not patently cut out to be.
On an opening day, I hoped no one would come
and if someone let it be one at a time, no such
luck, many came buying soft drinks and burgers
I smiled and smiled, spoke gibberish and hoped
the customers would leave; haven’t they a home
to go to? Bothering me with natter.
When the café was full, I left the counter hiding
in a corner, wishing I had a Valium.
I looked up in the phone book to see if there
was a club for the insanely shy people could go
there had been such a club, but naturally, no one came
they were lurking outside, thinking
of going in but feared there might be many people
I knew of a man who had a used furniture shop
when customers came, he hid in a wardrobe until
They, thinking the shop was empty; needless to say
he couldn’t pay the rent.
After days of suffering at the hands of my phobia
I got a woman to front the counter while I cooked
and cleaned the dishes.
No, I’m not the “Main Host,” we can’t all become what
we dream of becoming.
I sat in languid candle light
as water poured outside
and lightning flashed, defied
the introverted mood of night.
From flash to flash my roaming mind
the realms of love traversed;
my thoughts like bubbles burst
pinched in the bud, left undefined.
Yet effervescence would not cease
I knew that up till dawn
the need for you would spawn –
A constant tease without release.
Each image brought a burning ache.
The yearning would not sleep
but thundered in the deep.
My body trembled in its wake.
Remembered touches of your hand
tormenting naked skin
the veil between us thin
your pilgrim lips on sacred land.
In endless night, your presence near
yet never truly there.
My heart you did not spare.
Without your love, my life so drear.
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A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
©January 2022
I sat in languid candle light
as water poured outside
and lightning flashed, defied
the introverted mood of night.
From flash to flash my roaming mind
the realms of love traversed;
my thoughts like bubbles burst
pinched in the bud, left undefined.
Yet effervescence would not cease
I knew that up till dawn
the need for you would spawn –
A constant tease without release.
Each image brought a burning ache.
The yearning would not sleep
but thundered in the deep.
My body trembled in its wake.
Remembered touches of your hand
tormenting naked skin
the veil between us thin
your pilgrim lips on sacred land.
In endless night, your presence near
yet never truly there.
My heart you did not spare.
Without your love, my life so drear.
A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
Introverted
Christian, puzzle-solving, athletic, musician
Who loves his bride, his children, his lineage.
I think love is the key to most locks, joy is attainable, peace is achievable.
I feel blessed to be alive, lucky to be in love, amazed by warmth of friendship.
I fear being trapped, being paralyzed, being insignificant.
I would like to see Paris art museums and 30 MLB stadiums. And grandchildren!
I am a California resident; home of Yosemite, Disneyland, Golden Gate bridge.
Encourager
Introverted
By: Tom Wright
10-3-2019
My entire life I’ve been an introvert,
always reticent, and therefore slow to mix.
I’ve tried to change but always revert,
finding that reticence had no quick fix.
Always existing, is an uneasy feeling,
I sense all eyes rest upon me.
I think about what each stare is revealing,
while desiring to become carefree.
I don’t care how many faces inhabit a room,
as long as I have arrived there first.
When late, people stare as if to presume,
and I assume they’re thinking the worst.
Where I am I cannot tell you
Who they are I can't apprise
Do not look for me this evening
For Fear's formidable in my eyes.
My dialogue ambiguous
But I have hitherto lie
Even in my vaguest of dialect
You must sense my hands are tied.
These behemoths will not harm me
These deplorable creatures with no face
Leave for now if you don't believe me
But my written vociferation you can't displace.
Forgetting I've made impossible
You feel helpless do you not?
You did not want me anyhow
They've left me here unsought
I must be getting back now
To the life you've condemned me to lead
But I must tell you, it enthralls me
To envisage you languishing for your greed.
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