"abandoner" poems
INTP
Introvert
Intuitive
Thinker
Perceiver
Highly intellectual but
score lower than expected on
standardized tests
Fascinated with the world
Plan maker and
abandoner
Frighteningly unemotional and seemingly moves on from devastating events rapidly
Acts self absorbed but
truly cares for people under the cold exterior
Often feels detached from the world
Unable to articulate great idea and thoughts exactly
Loves to argue and debate
for learning sake but
some don’t see it as
friendly banter
Called the mad scientist without
convention
An absent-minded wonderfully built learner,
That INTP
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
I write poems on my skin for you.
You say you love me and then leave
and I write you poems on my ******* skin.
The ink sinks through all the layers that cover my bones
and almost poisons me.
It worries me that I don't even care
and even more that you wouldn't either.
There were certain things in life in which I was absolutely certain;
you were one of them.
You were one of those things that I thought would never leave.
Constant, like the ocean.
But the tide came in and you got washed away.
And I was left with nothing but uncertainty.
And you left on purpose.
When I think of you two words come to mind; reckless abandonment.
Only I was the reckless thing and you were the abandoner.
And I feel completely foolish for missing you.
I wrote a haiku on my skin for you;
Those who I love leave
Recklessly and forever;
tide sweeps you away.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
In the dark, yet the glare burns my eyes.
Silence, yet the screaming won't quiet.
My body is still, yet writhing in anguish.
Darkness, silence, stillness... This is the battle.
The old familiar lullaby of numb.
A beckoning finger, seducing me to depths of pitch black on a starless night.
I could sleep if the air wasn't stale.
I've been abandoned, yet I refuse to be the abandoner.
I cannot give that pain away. It is mine to own.
I am surrounded by love, yet alone every direction I reach.
Abandoned, pain... refuse, love, alone... Fight.
I cannot be selfish. Redirection is the only option.
I will not let go. Hold the pain close, never kiss the love with its sting.
Fight. With what weaponry? Armed with pain. Reaching, grasping for hope.
Protect the love. Do not let it fall to my fate.
Rebuild. Pain is my weapon. I could cause such harm, shove them all away.
If only I could reach, yet if I did, I'd take the pain from them, protect them,
And sacrifice myself to no end, but an endless cycle.
Fight, protect, rebuild... armed with who I am.
Gather the pieces. Put them together. Never in original form.
New stones, fresh mortar muddied with tears. Reach, to find each stone.
Drag it into place, carefully stacked, meticulous placement, calculated.
Construct not to protect me, not to hide, but to keep the love out of harms way.
Without love I am nothing.
Deny, refuse nothing.
Arms open, eyes wide.
Fight, for everything.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
Trailblazer of blame and negativity
You only bring anger and tears
You've instilled in me so much over the years,
Good ethics and bad but most of all many fears.
When I think of you I only think of the word "abandoner"
You held everyone else closer than me
But I'm yours can't you see
There was once a future for us, that can no longer be.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
How could someone let you go
after feeling your pages,
after living in your world?
They breathed in every word,
every letter,
making life of a whole story
then dropped you on a stranger's doorstep.
To the abandoner I say 'Thank you',
for you have given me the world,
a world I may have never known
if they had been selfish enough to keep you
like I am going to.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
I wanna see, what I can be
I’m more than just a guy
doing the things that get one by
Not ‘cos I’m dissatisfied
Nor that I’m gentrified
I just wanna to be
The most that I can be
good, better, best
not mediocre like the rest
Cos I got a gift
just like everyone did
the gift got given
so show some respect and use it else it get replevied
don’t stash it in the corner
and be a abandoner
so be
what you can be
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
He gave us free will
and made obedience the key to his kingdom.
Offered unconditional love
with a caveat of repentance
Trust in his plan
is why your prayers go unanswered
Asked that you bear the guilt
for a martyred son he had forsaken
Using our free will
to chase the love of an abandoner
Naming faith an act of love
in the absence of reciprocity
His act of love, to give us life
robbing worship from our mothers.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 8:18 PM UTC