Taking some of your leisure time,
That won't cost u even a dime.

Let's explore a little deeper inside me,
No need to hurry just whenever you are free.

I'll show you a world of words weaved into rhyme.
And if you want u can weave too, because it'll be our regime.

Deeper you will go, the more you will know.
A new universe, not high up, but deep below.

We'll create a new home made of metophors and irony,
Far away from this world which is full of gloom & agony.

So, come here whenever you have some leisure time,
I know it'll worth more than the value of a dime.

At a glance,
The Circumstance advances the feeling.
I take my stance,
With yet a glance in the other direction,

Enhanced by my retrospect,
With respect to the other.

I sit quietly in my introversion.
All while I build my newer version,
Averted to the adversions of the life I quietly observe.

Here I am.

~Robert van Lingen

silence is a
distant bird
at the back
of my throat
daring to fly away

conversation
is a broken
winged dove
wishing to soar
yet never getting away.

Her mind is loud with language never spoken
Peering into the world as it swims through its fishbowl
With a gleaming silver sword, she fights the monsters within
Brave enough to live life differently
She sets out on a voyage: an infinite quest for knowledge
Picking facts like flowers
And weaving them into her tapestry of understanding
Her only true ally is herself
She is independent, invincible
Crying tears than aren’t hers: always emotionless
Mysterious to even herself
And as quickly as she came, she will go
She sees things differently
Understands how everything functions together
How everything is everything
How relative it all is
She is the universe, we all are
And when she dies, she will continue to exist

At times I feel socially awkward
hiding away those eyes from contact
mumbling and stuttering
as though I were stumbling,
upon the words as I was discovering.

Please don’t think I don’t want to talk
when I rush out,
Please don’t think I don’t want to talk,
when I don’t open your messages.

I escape out of nervosity
I feel the fuzziness in my head
butterflies in my stomach
nervosity in my nerves
lack of air in my lungs
tremble in my muscles
and the gritting of my teeth on my nails
as it drains every ounce of energy out of me.

I hide behind shadows
so I don’t encounter any social interaction.

No matter how many times I plan
and play a conversation in my head
I shudder and fret in reality,
making myself look like an awkward mess.

I want to be friends
I want to say hi
but the words do not escape
for I feel tongue tied.

I feel conscience and dreadful
for being such an awkward mess
choking on words
unable to let them
escape my tongue.

I am thinking
more than I am speaking
I can have a conversation in my head
but somehow, I find it difficult in reality.

But then you reach out
and make the first move
It makes it easier;
only to find myself
being an embarrassment once again.

But you don’t judge
you play it cool
and remain patient
you still show an eager to talk
and maybe that was what I needed
to be comfortable and me.

I may be silent
I may be an introvert
I may be that silent kid in the back
And I know sometimes my thoughts are violent
But my soul will be deafening

Yes,
I guess sometimes
I would rather be in a book than reality
But if we could talk you’ll see
That I am really not that bad

And I might not always express it
But my feelings are sometimes suffocating me
And I can’t always tell you
I will try,
maybe not in the ways you know
But hopefully you’ll pick up
on my thoughts

I sit and I listen
As a wallflower; I know the secrets
That are not always audible…

The secret of the wallflower
I may be silent
I may be an introvert
I may be that silent kid in the back
And I know sometimes my thoughts are violent
But my soul will be deafening

Yes,
I guess sometimes
I would rather be in a book than reality
But if we could talk you’ll see
That I am really not that bad

And I might not always express it
But my feelings are sometimes suffocating me
And I can’t always tell you
I will try,
maybe not in the ways you know
But hopefully you’ll pick up
on my thoughts

I sit and I listen
As a wallflower; I know the secrets
That are not always audible…