The words I speak sound foreign to my ears
as I address strangers that I've known for years.
We're engaged in simple, common talk.
How I can't wait for it to stop!
It has been too much I need time to myself,
to disperse the energies of a negative self.
For one whole week I've continued to converse
and it's all sounding a bit rehearsed.
Conversation smothers me like a pillow
calling me to a sleep that's eternal.
I need to find a way to discharge
this exhaustion that stalks me and recharge.

Why be loud
When you can sit silent
Why go out
When you can stay hidden
Why be awake
When you can dream.

is it real, to be lying in the yellow meadows
beneath the willow trees
in our own worlds
colliding
metaphorically

is it too good to be true?
in this cosmos
to be dreaming about a willow tree
in a yellow meadow

a simple thought
a pen in my hand
a thought in my head
i wonder what ill dream up next

~the poetry enigma

I am an introvert,
Please leave me be.

I don't speak non-sense,
I am shy,
Chill my own way,
Like my own company,
Than rather be in yours.
So please leave me be.

Please manage to understand me,
I am a few words man.
Won't give a **** to explain myself either,
Nevermind what the people think,
just leave me be!

Who said what!?
When the team party is!?
Who's that new girl in the office!?
Who's ******' whom?!
Don't care!

Need no body,
Gonna be kickin' alone,
Better be lonely than hurt,
So leave me be!

An island in the sea
Is where I longed to be
Blissfully safe and sound
Without a single soul around

But what I discovered
Was that venturing from that place
Was the key I needed to uncover
So I had to begin at a new pace

An island in the sea
Is no longer for me
I assembled a vessel and sailed away
On the waves that I once had to wrestle
And so now I can certainly say
Onward to a much better day