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

When the school day's going by fast
And I'm late to class
Guess what's swarming the halls?
Ugh, people.

When I want to be able to think
And there's screaming throwing me off sync
Who's making the calls?
Yep, people.

When I need my personal space
To get away from all the race
Guess who's here?
Dumb people.

When I'm feeling stressed and trapped
By expectations for my life map
What's the source of the fear?
Lots of people.

People can be nice
In small amounts
But when they're being annoying
It doesn't count