When lonely, I wish for solitude
For I am alone most when with others.
The others with their wicked smiles and bloodied teeth-
The hidden malice underneath,
My friend has left for wild wolves
And I am the one to be culled.
Let me retreat to the outside,
Where silence pervades and my mind quiets.
Let me find solace in the wreckage of begotten riots
Riots against the carnivorous pack-
The midnight shadows residing in the back.
Leave me to be human in the dark
Leave me to hunt with you, though far apart.
Leave me to be alone
Let me dispel the lonely feast
Upon my tender demeanor, ever sweet
Consumed by the malicious extroverted beast.
Inspired by the mean hearted cliques found at some parties I’ve been to, and also my own experiences with feeling the most alone when surrounded by other people.
I didn’t want to miss out
I love going to parties
So this is my attempt
To find some new friends
I’ll try my best
I’m a shy extrovert
It’s a poetic challenge
Words and people I love
Your warmth and radiance,
But the fire in you,
Hard to embrace.
Oh how it burns me to my core,
To embrace your flaming soul.
Some people are so nice but sometimes it's just who they are, not because you're special. They'll be nice to whoever they come across and probably forget about you in a while. So don't get overly attached with them.
Social introverts and a shy extroverts.
Dyslectics grading better in spelling.
Deaf children who know more words.
People with anxiety better at selling.
Kids with ADHD who are more calm.
Autistics who can relate better.
Paralysed people able to feel their palm.
A blind person ready to read every letter.
Who could guess their equality.
Could you imagine, you can't tell 'em appart?
Who could even think of such a society.
Just look at this, humanity's piece of art!
Who could imagine I'm one of ''them''.
One alike you and the rest of this place.
For we all are a different kind of gem.
All shining in our own simple grace.
If there's a ''them'' and there's an ''us''.
But none can tell one from another.
Is there a ''them'' at all, thus.
Then why a ''them'', it's only a bother.
What is disabled these days. After studying the brain and the basics of psychology, all I've ever learned is that we know nothing. Why make a different if we're all the same. And why, when we're all so different, group people who are alike, because no one is a copy of another, yet no one is different at all.
Hang me with a pretty red scarf,
Gag me with my ambitions,
let me suffocate.
My chaos is my own doing,
Leave me to die on my own ******* sword.
they tell me
to open the door
and step through,
but can they not see
that it's locked
from the outside?
awoke to something unexpected
someone outside, my dog detected
so pleasantly, I was surprised
it was a friend who get me high
I haven't really seen this fool
since in the days back in high school
time passes by, a lot has changed
but most of it remains the same
it makes me kinda sad to know
so many people come and go
small circle, but the ones inside
have earned their welcome to the pride
the ones I value and respect
I'd lay my life down to protect
I find few people worth my time
but if I had 10, i'd give them 5
and I know they would do the same
I don't play silly social games
it's not that i'm not very vocal
i'm just selective when i'm social
I dreaded getting out of bed
to suffer the monotony, instead
a visitor reminded me
to value friends and family
I'm not a rich man, or anything, but I have been fortunate enough to cross paths with some truly extraordinary people in my life. Some served as a lesson, some have passed, but the ones that remain have earned both my respect and admiration.
It's something I will never be,
I'm a laptop among PCs.
Closed, reticent, quiet and private
Amid typhoons, peaceful climate.
They say I won't ever belong
They feel that something must be wrong
They don't know why I am this way
They think I'll never be okay.
Maybe I'll always be alone
Remaining attached to my phone
Maybe, somehow, I will get by
Without ever finding a guy
Not that I need one to survive
But it'll be nice.. to feel alive.
Don't laugh, as you read my weak words
Please don't think that I'm sad or weird
This is where I can fall apart
With poetry, I can pour my heart.
I do write much better, you know
But right now, I feel a bit low.
Forgive me for not being brave
The world is loud, and I have caved.
Very badly written poem. Needed to get the words out. I'm so sorry.
All I have is myself.
Or a broken shell of her.
If He enjoys, He'll
If He have to, He'll
If it keeps harmony, He'll
If it needs fake smile, He'll not
If it disturbs his mind, He'll not
To the closed circle
To the rest
Theme: You may know who i am, I only know who I'm not, nothing else matters.