#introverted
I even the road I have destroyed
Laying nightly with lost time
As a bond is filling in where remorse lives
It joins the skeleton and aches
Neither of us choose this new body
Neither of us totally alive
Pieces of the shattered mind
Now growing generically as a prescription
I can't believe there's a donor match
It would only ignite more delusional joy
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:45 PM UTC
In the Genesis
Exiting less than stressed
Won't becomes a purposeful letter
We are writing here together
Having burned the barrel as doves
Landing later in the glove
And half of half becomes divine
Starting again in God's mind
While escaping the complete
Fed is newborn meat
In a coming to terms of words
Without ending it absurd
The cold folded hands begin
Warming over precarious sin
While over detailed slights
Punishes the early bright
And each news of sinew envelopes love
Leaving us ignorant from above
All that can be asked is asked
The tasks eventually grasped
What doesn't come next
Is in the midst where we cared
To grieve beyond complex
The trust that burden blessed
In the cold fold of a line
I'd have placed no hand
And as yours remains empty
I am left debating simple
How do I deliver
With hearts being crushed
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
Inside of the pied length
Still exists only in finished line
To re protect?
Pose as a thought
Tricks into childish olley ox and your free?
Carriage wheels ran over maps dispatch?
Abstraction in remission?
Duplicate pawn in visions safe
Next off road wait
Didn't you create a safe?
Tip talks, you do pop out of the escalate
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC
A burning flame with flare,
and most of the time too bright
for me to sit and stare,
even if I use all my might.
They say I glow,
but I can't help notice the dull
so instead I look low,
always empty, never full.
But every so I yearn to see,
someone who loves me for me.
Even when it's dark and hard to find,
if anyone would be ever so kind
to look up when I look low,
when I'm half empty, and half full.
Everyone loves the brightest stars,
and stares when I'm near one, fun.
but everytime I go far,
it's like I'm a forgotten son, sun.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
Loneliness for an introvert
Is like the sun peaking through the rain.
It creates so many beautiful rainbows,
For one to view through a window.
Somebody on the other side is
looking at the same rainbow.
But only
If I had someone to share
this with.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
I'm scared, okay?
I'm scared I'll never be loved,
I'm scared I'll never be held,
I'm scared I'll never be wanted.
I don't know how to change this.
I'm not one of feelings,
I can't express them.
I'm scared my thoughts will push you away
I'm scared my bones won't hold me straight
I'm scared I'll never find a way to
be loved.
"Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?"
is something like Chandler would say
But what if I can't even make my own
defense mechanism protect me?
What if you don't like my jokes;
the only thing that might be good in me?
But that's not even the problem, is it?
I can't even find strengths to tell'em out loud
I can't even let you decide if you'll laugh or leave
I can't even
I'm scared, okay?
I'm scared that no one will ever know me,
will never want to know me
I'm scared I'll never find the words to fool you,
to make you think I might be interesting
I'm scared no one will ever think I'm worthed
of spending their whole life with
Why would they?
I'm just a quiet dull girl
I'm scared, okay?
Because
I love myself, okay?
I do.
I'm scared I won't ever find anyone else
that will love me as much as I do
I'm scared that's all that's left for me
Keep being one thing only:
unlovable
as I've always been
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 9:59 PM UTC
I fit into a shell
whose size
lays in the palm
of your hand
I curl my body so it’s
matching the hollowed spiral
and is pressing gently against
the cool, smooth barriers
The noises are muffled
and the air inside here
is how I imagine it feels
to fly through the clouds.
Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 12:24 AM UTC
Sealed and shut tight just a door to open up I sit in this room for hours starring at these motionless walls I see them so much I can tell you what changed not social but I’m not scared I grow up a loner I can’t help it I’m not an open book you can’t tell who I am from one look just like my thoughts my life’s a mystery too they try to understand me try to change me try to see thought me but I’m like a brick wall how will you see through me ? If these wall could talk they would tell you my heart
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 11:11 PM UTC
Keep quiet
Don't make a sound
Waking the monster is a bad idea
That come's with a painful end
Two soulless eyes stare up at you
A shell of a being
It's a body filled with hatred
For its mistakes and your happiness
It takes it from you when you least expect it
During a movie, or playing a game
You'll be fine one moment
Just living life
But then you speak too loud
Move too fast
And wake the monster within
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:22 AM UTC
Garden of Daisies
Reticent next to the Sage
Drinking my Chamomile.
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Field of Innocence
Reserved with wisdom.
Taking in the calm...
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
I can’t feel anymore. Normally I’m in pain or usually I’m sore. But not recent. No recently I am not happy or joyful. But I’m also not sad or depressed. This is new. I can’t explain. It’s like a never ending never breaking emptiness. Something good happens and I’m lucky to crack a slight grin. Maybe this is a good thing. No more sadness no more depression.
Maybe I’m just an empty shell. I’ve watched my friends go one by one and I stay here.
Sometimes it feels like I’m on another planet. Or maybe I’m living in a dream.
I’m more in a notebook than I am outside. I’m more inside my head but honestly nothing is there.
This is more than dead inside this is something else. I feel like a zombie off medication I feel like I am in a different world unexistant to everyone else.
Like I’m trapped inside a box unable to find the lid like I’m behind a mirror staring at the real me.
This is what I live with on a daily basis unable to talk or feel. I’m no one.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC
We can finally talk again
And I want to see you around
But I'm just so tired
Of talking right now
And I'd rather die
Than let you down
But I'm just so tired
Of people right now
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
never did fancy crowds
nor did I understood
those people who
did it all
for attention.
more of the
introverted type
would be fitting
to describe my soul.
never what I seem...
people often think
he's to a fault
"inhospitable..."
it's just a reaction
I guess...
to my problem
with crowds.
In a room with
1
2
3
or more,
watch as I
shiver,
feel the eyes,
create stories
become
a bottle
that has lost
it's cap
at the end of
a table
with an
unavoidable
touch
beginning to
t i p
o
v
e
r
as all anxieties
present themselves
on the
f l o o r
fascinating
I find
how some can be
surrounded by people
yet still
feel
so
unbothered.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
An introverted saint
An introverted saint named after a saint
Who died for rebirth of faith
A ******* is very intuitive and alive
Like poem
But that’s not who you really are
You are running away from your past
Your pain you took risk to give rot to a friend’s innocent body without why
The way it glows how the light holds you in silence, taking care of you
Experience the energy of where all life began when you met a friend
And yet you keep it so close to you
So you don’t have to be afraid of who you are... you might lose your mind you refuses to take it factual. A ******* wants to spend the cell with who he is.
A ******* sees an angel for the first time is a friend when he told a friend is an angel without a ******** feeling in unclearly to complete desirable to be aware
Know your purpose feel your birth
Hear at first faintly then distinctly is a friend’s a state of harmony
The sweet strains of our union
Our friendship heats up the cold universe,
And give your tired desperate heart you lost your introversive
Purified by our kisses, are eternally healed.
It’s destiny by the way it’s weird feeling
It is magic?
A ******* is a weak man that he is extremely hazy
the way narcissism made him lack.
Your brilliance
Your heart is very weak because of flattery
You are not afraid in the world you get hidden away from a friend’s sight as light that from your introversion compare with extrovert in experience
But you can’t cook to save your life for who you are, you are so desperately to erase in anything with good thing come in your timeline to move to make sure you are safely where your home is with you
To believe in something that’s all around us
But hidden from our sight
The gift of the faith that destiny is willing to create us to be purpose to meet in happenstance that who we are
Life can be kind and zealous
Because you are beautiful. —They move me.
An introverted saint
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
My policy
is typically
tied up
in a pony tail
easy
efficient
out of my eyes
But sometimes...
it gets monotonous
and tied
to my more
introverted me
academic me
I've tried braids
brings me back to elementary
school
Several people called me
cute
Certainly,
I embody a twelve year old
I tried a headband
not bad
yet,
the fluffy strands
continue
to get in the water fountain
when I'm drinking
Hair out?
The first one I tried
free
but messy
Everywhere
in my eyes
The me,
that will roll down a grassy hill
just cause
So, which one is it
or something...more?
Is it
just hair?
Is it
linked to my identity?
I dunno
But maybe I'll
find
out
...
What is it to you?
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Reach into the nothingness
Like a warm breath slipping into the cold night
Hands outward, eyes open, upwards towards the sky
Embrace the silent subtle voice
Which hides behind the daily routines
But is no less mindfully alive
Cast images onto the fog itself
Until you've seen the many dreams which you've procured for yourself
In this cloudy life
Breathe with the forgetfulness of evey waking step
As you amble through these miles set
With jawline firm and eyeline slight
Smile at the passing sight of another universe in tow
Which ambles by and out of view
As your inward story comes alive
And live not in line with every Crow on any high wire
But fly as if there were no tomorrow in your quiet sigh
Upwards and towards the sky
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Ring the bell
A teller steps up to the counter
"How may I help you today?"
Well
You could calm my doubts
You could ease my worries
You could tell me why
I feel always in a hurry
You could explain,
Why I hate my own name
You could give me a mirror,
That shows me who I really am
Or......
If you could, please, just direct me to the isle with the discounted ham.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
What is that sound?
tick tick, tick tock.
It’s really quite odd,
I don’t own a clock.
It’s ninety one past thirteen,
wait, that can’t be right.
Time for another pill,
medicinal light.
Just smile, and nod,
until your cheeks hurt.
Now laugh, pull it back,
compliment their new shirt.
It’s orange, no it’s red,
**** what is that hue?
What do you mean it’s white?
It’s ******* pastel blue.
Now throw out a joke,
and some proper context.
Good job, you failed,
like an impotent sext.
You’re talking too loud,
oh Jesus, shut up.
How much have you drank?
Really? One cup?!
Finger guns now,
and a smooth exit we go.
Ya that wasn’t awkward,
you nailed it, fo sho.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
Quiet.
Cold.
Wet.
Comfortable.
Intimate.
My hiding place.
My thinking spot.
My living room.
My secret space.
My worn out thoughts.
My ridiculous emotions.
Nature's trees.
Pond's ripples
Duck's quacks.
Cloud's shapes.
Heaven's rays.
Sitting.
Thinking.
Feeling.
Learning.
Reading.
Crying.
Laughing.
I do it all here.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
I am like a roller coaster
A twisted creaky track
Taking you on my ups and downs
Never holding back
Looping through the disarray
Of an introverted maniac
You hit that final drop
Around the last bend
Then to a full force stop
Some will have fun with me
Others maybe not
But in the end,
They all well get off
And leave me without a thought
I am like a roller coaster
A twisted creaky track
Behold the out of service sign
Sorry, no more riders.
I'm now completely wracked
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC