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Devon Gonzalez Jan 2018
Floating in the navy blue abyss.
Weeds of the sea
floating atop the choppy water.
At first glance you wouldn't tell the difference between it and myself;
lifeless, lost, detached from where I came.
I ask it who am I?
Who are we?
It drifts south, a reminder of the love that moved on.
It's easy to depart from something so stagnant.

Each meter further down
the navy turns to black.
Alone, every life reserve severed.
Afloat within the darkness.
Here I am with only myself,
contemplating my karma.
Gravity seems to have retired at the surface.
Disoriented and empty.
Being down feels up,
and what's left feels right.
Marty T Ottman Jan 2018
yeah im unobtrusive.
say it went from extrovert to introverted
i find it quite exclusive. just amusive.
just as others are to divert from being alert.
quite abusive huh, here something you can dissect.
pull your mind out onto the table to find your motives,
to disconnect all you infect.
to notice, an focus.
lesson in disguise.
dont follow your own lies
just some midnight deep thought. plus i haven't posted in a while hope you enjoy this ***** complex mind
Samyukta Jan 2018
May be I don't tell
That doesn't mean
I don't feel!

May be I don't ask
That doesn't mean
I don't care!

May be I don't talk
That doesn't mean
I don't want to!

May be I don't express
That doesn't mean
I don't love!!
amber Jan 2018
How is it,
I feel more alone,
Alongside others each day,

Than I did,
Continuously in solitude?

People exhaust my heart.

Alone it idealizes,
Interactions,
Romanticizes,
Human nature.

Reality,
Weighs heavy,
And disappoints.
Vaniexe Kafka Jan 2018
Understand
That I don't want
To be known
But be understood how I've grown
Quiet at times
Giving birth to certain rhymes
In my head where no one
Was there to see no sun
Just the demons whispering in my ear
Dancing with the rays of my fear
How I find solace in darkness
And solitude in my peacefulness
How my nightmares keep haunting
Their promise so enticing

Understand that I pretend to be busy
To ease the loneliness inside of me
That I sleep in the middle of something
Cause it's the time my demons are attacking
How overthinking envelopes
Pushes me to slopes
Tightening the ropes
Taking away my hopes
Suffocating
Choking
Until I'm drowned in melancholia
Until I'm consumed by paranoia

Understand
That when I say I'm fine
I mean I don't want you to bother
With me and that I'd rather
Deal with this alone
Than burden you with my thorns
Thorns that chain me
Thorns that pain me
Then rip me apart
Shredding my heart
In the process
Leaving me lifeless
But it's okay
It is how I will ever stay
Lifeless, motionless, numb
Let my body succumb
To infinite oblivion
Killing my emotion

Understand
That even I can't understand
How I will survive
How I will thrive
To live and be alive
To not dive
To continue breathing
To stop from writhing
With the pain spreading
In my body taking
Over me
Over is me.
Samyukta Jan 2018
And it was love
When the extrovert's actions
Perfectly coincided
With the introvert's thoughts!!
mir4i Jan 2018
There's so much to say
so much to do
so much to feel
no wonder in some way
it won't be conveyed
nor fathomed
for somebody new
An introverted dood someone like you
Yasin Jan 2018
Everyone is watching
Some humans are deducing
Singing, humming in their mind
Surrounded by flesh and bones
Neurons and skull
The true me bears a hat
Reliability buries mind control
The higher consciousness
belongs to astrophysicien

Your body is a vehicle and
you are driven by many influences.
You sit inside a vessel with a vast palette of buttons and a huge wheel.
A passenger sits beside you and both of you rotate the wheel.
The car is secretly controlled by an other force.
The one who has real influence to stop the other force has the potential to become complete.
Sincerely, Joy
But one thing's sure
The end.
Karisa Brown Dec 2017
Sometimes I feel alone
with only my stare
staring back at me
Where no one else can bother me
This is where I long to be

Transparency
Enlightenment high
Soon comes inside
Finds me alive

Nibbling at its feet
He raises my chin
Tells me to
Come with him

Collects my broken
Tea cups
And shows me
The beauty within

Where all my dreams
Still exist
And memory unfolds
As tales are told

Outside the fires ring
Inside a quiet library
I must seem to be
As you look back at me

Closing off
What use to be
Letting down walls
Letting passion bleed
Outside in

Over and over again
Repetitious halos
Swarm my empire

Golden light
Sparks the inner fire
Souls speak
Always speak
To me
From afar

Where will
We go next
Michael Ward Dec 2017
I can see you looking from the outside
Pondering, curious of the interior.
You do not enter
Simply because there is no door.

Still interested, you look for another way in
To no avail you sit and wait.
I try hard to help
As four walls become six
And six become eight
But truly in the end,
What difference does it make?
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