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 Oct 2016 Eji
Delaney
I have to be strong for other people.*

This is all that I know.

I cannot, must not, break down
in front of another human.  
My pain takes a backseat to theirs.
Cast aside, on my own comand.

I still feel the pain, however.
And when I'm alone...
Sometimes, when alone,
I remember.
I break.
I hurt.

Then I walk out.
Ready to take on another person's burdens.


(d d.b)
 Oct 2016 Eji
Heather Valvano
INFJ
 Oct 2016 Eji
Heather Valvano
A lone observer I am
But in my mind
In my head
There are more colors than can ever be counted
And I paint pictures of you
 Oct 2016 Eji
Heather Valvano
It's all or nothing
There is no happy medium
There is no lucky normal
It's not one or two dimensional
It's intergalactic existential
My mind is a spinning universe
Imploding with each new scenario

And I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings
On THIS day,
Without regret,
Without fear,
Paying my debt,
To the universe or destiny,
Whichever saw fit,
To have me like your comment,
As I sat to ****, (Lol. Not really, but needed rhyme bahahaha;)

I give thanks,
To whatever it be,
That allowed me to view,
And actually see,
Your most beautiful soul,
Built from the stars,
Outlasting relationships
And materialistic cars.

I am not a poet.
These words are not mine;
But left upon my being
Across all space and time.
To send out to you,
To confirm you know well,
There is only the heavens,
There is no fiery hell.

Only the one ****** upon us,
On this rock we now stand,
Fashioned by ignorance,
Of a far lesser man.
Whom can't see your beauty,
Your sparkle, your shine.
Whom fate has put in the distance
Kissing his own behind.

You'll stretch now.
You'll glow.
You'll see what I see.
You'll fashion your future
With support and "yippie's" from me.
Dr Suess, another ENTP,
Will be quite jealous
Of our friendship, and me.

He'll yell "What is THIS; That I see?
As The Cat in the Hat goes flat splat
Wondering of you and me.
"How CAN this BEEEEEE??!?!??
That from 100 INFJs,
He chose only YOU
To build a friendship
And build you less blue?"

We will not answer,
But leave it to the stars,
To light our paths,
Raising our bars;
To not accept,
Less than we deserve,
To remind each other of that,
When life throws us curves.

I'll be your shoulder,
From this day own,
To love you as you'll allow,
While your off the ****.
I'll be your support,
If only as friend,
That is my promise
Until the very end.

Until the stars burn out, with a kiss, goodnight.
For Jamie Nicole
 Oct 2016 Eji
roxy
hello
 Oct 2016 Eji
roxy
hello my name is dyed red hair

hello my name is infj

hello my name is having a love hate relationship with different music genres

hello my name is crying during sad or happy movies

hello my name is an avid just dance player

hello my name is wearing black all the time

hello my name is liking the color blue best

hello my name is b math

hello my name is canadian

hello my name is sometimes not so happy with my weight

hello my name is a writer

hello my name is being afraid of being left alone

hello my name is captain of the volleyball team

hello my name is a christian

hello my name is q

hello my name is fashion lover

hello my name is making bad decisions

hello my name is loving to travel a lot
dedicated to jaide lynne, i really liked your poem so i thought i'd make my own
 Oct 2016 Eji
Sunflower Girl
INFJ
 Oct 2016 Eji
Sunflower Girl
I see you.
Hiding behind your flesh
Raw and red and utterly human
Hidden
Afraid
I am hidden too.
Looking through glass windows
Reaching out to touch cold panes
And never reaching past them
Because to do so I would have to break them
Reveal so much
Reveal pain
Or maybe beauty
But who can say?
Mixed together in my conflicting, confusing mind
Pain and beauty and lover and passion and anger
In soundproof walls
Would it be too much?
Silence broken, revealing the truth
My truth
I see your truth, partially
But what does it feel like?
Mine is fast and unrelenting. Warm and cold.
Loving,
But lonely.
Will anyone ever know the worlds I create?
The lives
The hearts
The stories
And will I ever know yours?
Because I am stuck inside cold Windows
And though I love it,
I love the sun too.
 Oct 2016 Eji
WickedHope
Play me a sad tune
And I'll sing to you
Play me a sad tune
And I'll dance to you*

You played me
A song about
A boy who loved
And was broken

The girl he'd die for
Toyed with him when
Her boyfriend was busy
And he treasured their time

The girl who promised to love him
Who made him smile and laugh
Even though she was shy and scared
He forgot to an undaunted charmer

But all she did was wait for
Him to fall
And she never helped to
Pick him up

The shy girl waited
And picked him up
Spent the summer
Trying to remind him

Remember April
And the I love yous
You stopped saying back
And never told me why

Remember both of us
Completely awkward
How hard I tried
To get your blue eyes

I just wanted you
To look at me
The way you promised
The way you used to

September even
I'd sneak up to see you
I threw away everything
For you

Now I know
That your blushes and laughs
Were you shyly embarrassed
Not shyly in love

Now I know
That the girl you loved
Cut you off to better everyone
You lost something different

Now I know
That you weren't heartbroken
You were lonely
With no one left but me to lust over
******* and your social anxiety.
**** me and mine.

You got me into so many amazing sad artists and songs,
you make me want to hate music.
.
 Oct 2016 Eji
WickedHope
Am I boiling beneath your skin yet
You waged war
When all I wanted was peace
Let's explode
Paint all over our bodies like canvases
I promised to paint you
And you promised me pianos and voices
Loudly roaring and softly muttering
I'm tired of all these promises to never lie
Never hurt me
You can't guarantee your future
Sure as hell not mine
So now that your skin
Bleeds purple and green
From my brush and needle
Are you ready
To believe me
Don't forget to breathe when I boil you through
For it was all you
You waged war
Artists.
INFJ & ISFP.
It's about **** time, Andrew
 Oct 2016 Eji
Emily
But where is the place for the people like us?
The artists, the cutters, the solemn observers.
Every INFJ. Every poisoned mind. Every social awkward with so much depth they just might sink.
The ones who have found their soul but are searching for their mind.
The ones who find their mind by losing their marbles.
The misrepresented and misunderstood.
The hurt and the happy.
With a requirement of so much patience and love that no one is willing or able to give.
The ones who make adjustments.
Who hit rock bottom and manage to get back up on their own.
The ones who fall too fast for something out of reach. They end up quietly crashing and burning.
The ones who are living under layers of paint; on their hearts and in their homes. Whose sweetness and innocence are buried somewhere underneath the paint, barely recognizable.
The ones who were born with a fifty year old soul.
Who have a biologically memorized speech that no one will hear; that no one can hear.

I ask you, where will they go, the people like us?
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