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An introvert sees the world as it is,
deciding still, not to engage.
Brent Kincaid May 2018
She sits in her room
Beside her lonely loom
And dreams of times of grace
And suitors come to her place.
But no one has come here,
So she sings the songs
Of being alone too long.

None will come so near
That she needs to flirt.
Instead she gathers her hurt
And weaves it into tapestries
Of such stunning majesty
That only she will applaud,
Because there is no god
That will transform her to be
A lady of famous beauty.

She never has known why
She was born forbiddingly shy.
She fears to speak and convince,
Always she is prone to wince
Instead of smiling and inviting.
Her lovely pale face whitening
With dread she cannot speak
And that makes her feel weak.

The sun rises and it sets
She has nothing to regret
Or to remember gladly
But sadly she has grown
Comfortable being alone
Since  the pain is remembered
And she never delivered
From the roaring noise
Of life without love’s joys.
an0nym0us Apr 2018
Time flies by
Forgetting you is a lie
Befriending you, I was too shy
I never had a chance to even say hi.

I can't deny, I do miss you
But the time I had was too few,
In order to get close to you,
All I can do is stare at you.

Poems I wrote about you are meaningless
Thinking about you is pointless
Even wishing to speak to you is useless
Because I know its impossible, not because I'm faithless.

Such bad luck
Confidence I lack
Here's a fun fact
Not even in friendzone, I am stuck.

Well, I can't bring back time
Now it all ryhme
To me its just fine
I never wished for you to be mine.

I fake my smiles
My distance to you are thousand miles
I Allways act like I'm fine
Because I never crossed the line.

This is going to be my last
I'll just say this fast
I may never gain your trust
To my heart, you are free at last.
The harder my grip, the more pain I'll feel...
But if I let go, time will fly and my wounds will heal...
Christina Hale Apr 2018
I hate awkward silence
So I laugh *******
Conversation has run dry
Anxiety gone awry
And I'm left wondering why
I'm so shy
Painfully shy
'Cause it's getting painful for me to hide
How I feel inside
I just wanna scream and cry
But I
Just laugh
I hate awkward silence
I hate awkward silence

Deep down inside there is this emptiness that's waiting to be filled with people who are interested in knowing I
Because I really am not so shy
If I feel you are open, compassionate, kind, and comfortable with to confide
We all got demons that we try and hide
But I dislike and sometimes cannot control being quiet and shy
But if I try to fight being quiet and shy I would say something stupid, turn red, and talk funny, like I got something caught in my throat because it's uncomfortable for me
'Cause I'm just not ready
I guess it takes a while for a clam to come out of its shell
Well, I hate awkward silence
I hate awkward silence
So I laugh *******
Then people look at me *******
But it's just my way of saying I'm friendly, you can talk to me
Aw ****, I hate awkward silence
I hate awkward silence
Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
All of their eyes
Placed upon me
It is very cold
In the gale
Always with that whisper
This is where
Every part
Of me begins to shake
In the gale
This is more than I can take
Because each heart
Burns me crisper
And I begin to unfold
The air
Grows Pale
In this smoky gale
The leaves
Protect me from lies
Even as they meet demise
As I stand
Afraid
In this gale
With absent care
I don't understand
Why no one grieves
For the tree
That will now fade
Into the gale
Just a small note for anyone that cares, I've been a little shy about sharing my long poems. The first one I posted was given positive feedback, so maybe let me know if you want to see more? This is my second long one, so I thought I'd ask on here.
Christina Hale Apr 2018
They think she's cool looking and everything
They like the way she dresses, the color of her hair, her tattoos, and tongue ring
They think she's cute
Well that's just until they get to know her
They might think oh just give her time, she'll let loose
She's just a little shy
No, **** no
They're wrong
She's extremely shy

She can't let go, she has trouble making friends
She can't let go, she has trouble making friends
She'll probably **** it up again
And have to start back from the beginning
She'll **** it up again
Start back from the beginning girl

After a while people start to get tired of her ****
Her shy ways and sarcastic attitude
It's just who she is, she can't change that, even if she could she wouldn't
She just wants someone to accept her for who she is
Not the way she looks
Then she realizes she's just a phase to people
When they first meet her, they think she's cool and ****
But after a while I guess they get tired of her
She'll just see them around
But they are not down
Like how they used to be
And **** it hurts

She can't let go, she has trouble making friends
She can't let go, she has trouble making friends
She'll probably **** it up again
And have to start back from the beginning
She'll **** it up again
Start back from the beginning girl
Brent Kincaid Apr 2018
Demons of change taunted me
If I don’t do what I always did;
Fear of being strange haunted me.
What punishment for what I hid?
Maybe things will be a bit better
And settle down a bit after while
But life doesn’t seem to work well
Like when I could wink and smile.

My looks used to get me a ways,
Where mornings could turn into nights
I could have fun and party for days
And everything seemed fun and right.
I started out drinking and using
To overcome all my social fears.
It was just for weekends, partying,
But then it turned into many years.

I bought the drinks and the grass
And suddenly I was a welcome guy.
Later I too publicly fell on my ***
And nobody even asked me why.
But I caught myself holding ****
And *****, and keeping quiet
So nobody would come knocking
To party hearty and to try it.

And then one day, demons came
And heartlessly showed the truth;
They showed me myself by name,
I was no longer a pretty youth.
Only those as bad as I had become
Could stand to spend time with me.
I came to and realized I was numb
That my life had turned into tragedy.
Christina Hale Mar 2018
Haha haha
Sometimes that's all the words or sounds that comes out of my mouth
So shy or scared to say anything else
It's just that I get anxious around people that I'm not familiar with
So my mind goes blank
Oops, oh well can't think
Haha haha
So I laugh
Most people think I'm weird for that
Others think I'm laughing at them
But the laugh makes up for what I would say if I knew what to say
****, I would like to have a nice conversation
But there's just so much frustration
What to say, how to say, when to say
Haha haha
But that's all that ever comes out
Well at least until when I get to know you
But nooo, you don't know what it's like
Haha haha
To have these instead of words come out of your mouth
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