"extroverted" poems
I never thought about it that much
But making conversation is really hard stuff
Put me on stage without a script and I'll shine
Put me in a group of girls and I'll cry
Because I'm a one of a kind extroverted introvert
Really ******* confident and out of it
But incredibly ******* shy
I never really thought about what I say that much
I think the most honest form of communication is touch
If I want you out of my space I'll mumble "go away"
But my actions are a lot louder throwing a punch at your face
I struggle over Facebook when you say "what up"
Because I'll say "hey" and immediately log out
Its like my personality wants to be known
But my words are muffled and rarely shown
I'm a one of a kind extroverted introvert
I don't expect you to understand
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
outgoing?
I'd say outspoken
never been arbitrary
or overbearing-
just vocal
my passion runs deep
and pours out
excited
overflowing
when it finds
another soul to share it with
the energy
others direct towards me
I absorb
and like a mirror
reflect it back towards them
the energy
that rests inside me
is like water
waiting
for an outside force
to heat me up
excite
my molecules
or
to cool me down
mellow
the chaos inside me
making me stable
making me solid
if being an extrovert
makes me
popular and
domineering,
a fun-loving,
party animal
who lacks introspection,
tell me why
I always choose
to isolate myself
why
my few friends I do have
I keep at a distance
except when I force myself
to enjoy their company
once or twice
in a year
why
I am easily talked over
my words drowned out
ignored
like background noise
my input
apbrubtly halted
as others drive over it
making it no more
than the dust
their tires kick up
why I let them
talk over me
rather than raise my voice
why I would rather
read in solitude
than go to a party
or play a video game
rather than socialize
why
would I choose
to ponder existence
over
existing with others
extroverted
means I get my energy
from external events
rather than the internal
I am not a synonym
for gregariousness
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
What do you do when you feel uninspired??
It’s been so long since I last wrote a piece. I don’t consider myself a poet. I consider myself an inspirational writer. I write about what I feel and though I feel a lot of things I’m just not the same. I haven’t felt inspired to write. I haven’t felt the urge. I haven’t been moved. Words elude me. I feel like I’m blocked and I’m unhappy. How did you overcome and grasp your inspiration when it left?
To tell you a bit about me and my struggles. I have a double personality. One person is Jon. The other is Dom. Hence my username. I am Jon. A quiet, introvert. Mostly keep to myself. Dom is extroverted and into some aspects of the **** lifestyle. Dom went through a rough time feeling betrayed by the one he loved and still loves, to be honest. My family never understood me and they ravaged what beautiful thing I once held in my arms. I was still writing until I suddenly wasn’t anymore.
I want to write. I need to write but the words just don’t flow. Please help! I’m slowly dying inside.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
Appearances aren't always true,
If they were, then i would never trust you,
For your appearance reminds me of some brute,
But your heart is like a child's; innocent and mute.
"Extroverted" at first sight I thought,
So confident and loud and friendly; what not,
Until I went through your shelves unsought,
Which filled in secrets and hidden chaos.
Fooling yourself with a golden heart,
In love with the beauty who reflects your past,
Unraveling yourself through knowing her cast,
Spells unbound by the cupid's shot.
Optimism is your sunshine,
The one I praise the most in your shrine,
You give hope and spread benign,
But forget to feed yourself at times.
Beaming grin that you have says,
That you are dauntless and courageous and brave,
Hiding pains and broken days,
You live in the present in the presence of the may,
A devil with a halo,
A Satan with some wings,
Hiding a lot from your own shadow,
A box of potential, full of bling.
Indeed a friend I will call you,
You help me out, showing me the truth,
Not denying your annoying ruth,
But that's a part of you, a beautiful suit!
I could write a thousand words,
Yet never explain,
The skin deep beauty that you pervade,
Just a simple note to your brain,
Never underestimate your glowing game!
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Did I tell you?
I’m kind of quiet… no, really, I am. You should see me around people I don’t know…. Ha, yes, I know you don’t believe me… I talk my socks off around you. But, you’re different. You already know the contents of me… I mean, you may not have read every page in detail, but you get the rough draft. Not many people get that. Man, what a stuck up ***** they say… Miss goody two shoes is too good for us… Not all of us are rich like you they say. Oh, how I wish I was any of those things…it wouldn’t sting when they mistook me for anything but the plains, but instead they see skylines and frosted mountains. I am not as complex, I am not as breathtaking, I am not such a climb. It’s funny. i have it together - it appears from the outside looking in. On the inside, I’m so tired. I know you know this - but they don’t. They don’t see 14 hour days, 98 hour weeks, 5,784 hour years… of on the go, here you can have my time, my peace, my arms, my legs, my soul. They don’t see that. They don’t see me helping the family when they need food that week..and me not eating. They don’t see my sore back, my restless nights, or the loneliness that follows endless hours. I’m the one missing out… and they think I am better than them. If they only knew how much I wished I could be more like them and less like me…. how they are the morning skies… and I am merely a spectacle to their bold colors. They’re outspoken, care free, sociable, …extroverted. I wouldn’t dare say a word. I know even then they wouldn’t get me… not like you do. I just sit back - quietly, watching, listening, absorbing…an abused sponge from one too many passes on the burnt pan. Ha, that’s me. Still giving my all - in whatever pieces are left of me, trying to shine the world. Silly I am. I’m ready to get out of here… or find myself again, and stop smothering my heart. It’s an out of control fire and my day to day has become the dirt. I think if I exhale in a week you may just see smoke pouring from my lungs… I’m burning out. Can you tell?
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
I, The extroverted wallflower
Want you to see me,
While you look right past me.
I, The extroverted wallflower
Want to stand out
While I blend in.
I, The extroverted wallflower
Want you to close your lips
And talk to me.
I, The extroverted wallflower
Want to be alone
In a room of people
I the extroverted wallflower
Want you to know who I am
While you know nothing of me.
I the extroverted wallflower
Am privately open.
I, The extroverted wallflower
Am neither here
Nor gone.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Extroverted efforts
To reveal the deepest thoughts
In our minds
Are not enough
Our endorsements
Are not always in their favor
Some gestures are silent
Picked up by the subliminal
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
Note to stranger:
Don't let her long eyelashes fool you
Stemming off from eyelids filled with promise
Pupils composed of green and brown paint
Mixed and made permanent by the look on her face when you ask her what love means to her
Because to her
Love is an antique promise
Tic Tac Toed into her shoulder blades
Another lost game
Lonely is made apparent by the reveal of her hipbones
Sticking out from the belt loops on the waistband of her dreams
Her clothes become looser
She is welcomed by friends to parties that she refuses to go to
Because even in a room of people
The only emotion she is capable of feeling
REALLY feeling
Is lonely
And you may argue that lonely is not an emotion
But a state of being
But when she truly feels it
Lonely becomes both
Discolored tulips growing for a flowerpot of unfertilized dirt
Masked by a smile that could fool anyone
Even her own father
Sometimes even herself
Mascara stained floor tile
Quick change scenes
Equivalent to her multiple personalities
Sad happy sad happy
Sad...
She is capable of being both sad and happy
She is introverted AND extroverted
She is 5 million different people
Sometimes wishing she could narrow herself down to just one
She is ME
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
For One to be Open,
all One must do
is not be Closed.
Aye; indeed t'is the rub
that such is so much easier said
than t'is done.
Yea, tho that be true;
t'is but the knowledge thereof, itself,
that arms the worthy Ones with the potential
to be Aware,
and thus
to overcome.
T'is not a matter of innate ability:
t'is rather a matter of choice;
of practice;
of attention:
of Openness.
Seek that you may become Open
*(not that you aren't,
but I know I so often forget
and thus I assume
that others must as well!)*
by attempting to train yourself
not to be Closed;
try to remember
to not be Closed.
It only shrinks your world.
Trust me: I've been there.
I sometimes forget to leave.
Moral of the story:
Seek to be an Open Person
rather than a Closed one.
I don't mean extroverted or introverted,
I don't mean monogamous or polyamorous,
I don't mean liberal or conservative,
I don't mean religious of atheist,
I don't mean anything like that;
It's much deeper:
more fundamental to your Self:
***Do not close yourself off.
That is damnation.
Remain in pursuit of Openness.
It is the best path to Awakening.***
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Over the past year or so I've become a little bit more extroverted
as I'm not meditating as much these days like I used to be
and this may not be such a bad thing if my mind isn't perverted
or led astray on the wrong path most of the world is we see.
But here again this could be just an admission of weakness
trying to justify the position that I now find myself to be in
along with the rest of the world experiencing a global sickness
in the form of the Covid-19 pandemic the result of man's sin.
-------------------------
The madness of this world has brought on this pandemic
and the underlying cause of it is systemic.
______________________________
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
through the looking glass i see.
i know right, im that girl
whose life is far from the word perfect
and no one wants to be me.
cracked, bitter, gloomy, broken ?
and im dealing with my own self.
hiding under my blankets, dark in my own cave.
introverted soul trapped in an extroverted personality.
they tell me im emotionless,
but im just not good at expressing my feelings.
they say im neglectful,
i think they just cant dip into my world.
they say im freaking out,
for me im just me
but whose life im living now?
oh for God's sake!
imma live my own life,
not other people's life.
im gonna go a hundred miles and live my dreams.
i will be who i wanna be.
im gonna scream, im gonna sing.
i will write hundreds of poetry, thousands of poetry.
i will free myself.
i will heal myself.
im buying new pillows, new cute glasses,
i will paint my nails blue and green,
i will dye my hair.
taking sick days and letting myself fall apart
but just then i will buy myself some candies and i will be okay again.
i just wanna be alright again and i know i will.
im gonna laugh till i cry,
im gonna skip classes to study at the library.
imma be disgusting and cry into my wounds.
going on a walk by myself
and tell everyone they look gorgeous.
i will dress nicely,
and make others feel alright about themselves.
imma read books, drink a cup of tea, and buy myself succulents.
i wanna love hard, i want an extraordinary love.
im gonna love the people i love.
i wanna be mad, passionate, going insane.
i dont want mediocres,
my love is not a mediocre thing.
i will live my life and i'll be okay.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
Black flags hoisted high in some wild parade
Occupied residences, the terrified children cry
Under militant control now, Fallujah mourns
There's no time for petty metaphorical advance
Sludge tracks are worn, boots muddied, bloodied
It's a strange agreement to use their houses
for this, the extroverted violence of a dark regime
The Sunnis' purge, spurned; new conflict arises
In Ramadi they cry too, it's cyclical, this eternal war
When will Iraq see absolution
and it's people get to sleep at night?
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
(Song for the Genteel Salesman Blocking My Path Each Time)
If only you knew.
Beneath blonde, rebonded locks
Curled extroverted lashes
Cemented titanium dioxide
Plastered patient breathless pores
Lips-wine-red
Nose elongated,
Dark strokes imprudent
Cleopatric windows to
Sadness of soul.
Maverick femininity in
Saccharine swan-like greeting
If only you knew.
Eden was perfect paradise
She who was crafted
Immaculately from your rib
She was your Soulmate
You were Beloved
Protector, keeper,
Nourisher of her being
If only you knew.
You are treasured by Him
Who fashioned you
Out of mud
Breathed life into your nostrils
From nothingness
You were imago dei.
You were anointed shepherd
Of all that lived
Moved; slid.
You were perfect
Majestic in Truth
You were imago dei
As you should have been
And can still be.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
Panic sinks its teeth
into my laboured lungs,
my shortened breaths
signalling their imminent collapse.
Breathe in, breathe out
I've been through this before.
It's going to be alright,
it's just a panic attack.
Walking down the crowded street
among the lucky extroverted souls,
who can blind themselves
with the cacophony created by a cold city's chaos.
Keep my eyes trained on the ground,
but keep a vigilant eye on the sidewalk behind,
To be sure fear, won't ever catch up to me.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
I've always been in between life.
It's always somewhere over being
uncertain and certain,
optimistic and pessimistic,
and introverted or extroverted.
Despite all that,
there's one thing I'm sure of.
It is holding on to dear life,
going along through it.
I am nothing more than human,
but I am my own future.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
*"Being an introvert in an extroverted
world can absolutely be difficult."
Came across this on some blog.
Think it's more complex to be a mediocre, an extro-intro or an intro-extro...
you can't go all out... you won't remain all in...
you're doomed to be in the twixt. Yet the middle is dangerous...
The middle of the Ocean is the deepest, the middle
of the jungle is the riskiest... the middle of the garden
of Eden doomed an entire race...
for its existence... no driver would drive freely in the middle lane,
most run to the climbing lane soon as they see it.
Some say the Earth is trapped between Heaven and Hell...
maybe we're a compound of Paradisal elements and
the rumbles of the Hades...
the pawns in the Chess between God and Satan, the Jobs in the bible of now...
I'm a Junk of all trades & I'm afraid being in between trades makes me a master of non...
I know too much and yet I know nothing... I am an extro-intro...
I go out only until the plank starts to swing the other way...
I go out until I sense the cold and quickly run back to the lukewarm
betwixt for the hot is as fatal to my kind as the cold.
Am not an Author and neither am I a poet... Am a "Poether'' or an "Auoet", Am not philosophical neither am I Theological...am "philological" or "Theolophical".
I'm trapped at the equator... I'm neither an Eskimo nor an "Antactico"...
Not Ugandan nor Kenyan... Tanzania can't claim me
but there's yet to be a concrete East African...
maybe I'm African.
My point is some people think the middle is safe...
but I believe different. it's my opinion if you want to be a piglet be one,
if you want to be a puppy be a puppy for its fatal to be a Pipet or puppet...
both are instruments... even their use is similar.
My tragedy is am in between, am a mediocre, a pother,
an opssimist, a philothopher, a ctranger or say "Ukantan".
I'm just there... Don't be caught in my place...
find a place to belong... no matter how dangerous and risky...
always choose where you lie...always strive hard to find a prowess...
Go past the lines for History remembers those who are unique...
whether for the worst or the best.
Be the last if you can't be the first...*
**Everyone will remember Mabirizi for he knew how to be the last...
And sadly everyone will remember Museveni for he's good at keeping his place.
Who will remember the one in between.
Who will remember Besigye? Who will remember the servant boy that
cautioned Achilles against fighting the Thessalonian?
Who will remember me?**
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
It's an acid
Bitter, mordacious, caustic
A hot and writhing serpent in my gut
It's jealousy
She's gorgeous
funny
charming
extroverted
I don't really care about that
Except I wonder if you do.
because you know what else she's got?
She's got your inside jokes
your banter
your smile
your laugh
your glances across the room
Does she have you?
~
Do you remember our inside jokes?
our banter?
our looks?
I dream of your smile.
do you remember mine?
Can you talk with her?
You are one of the few who can argue (successfully) with me.
I can recall your thoughtful look.
You always understood me.
Does she, you?
~
I shouldn't be jealous.
You were never truly mine.
You never so much as tried to hold my hand.
much less kiss me,
or more.
But, knowingly or not, you hold a piece of my heart.
I think there might be
a hole in your pocket,
because my heart is slipping.
It feels trembling and small and
-worst of all-
helpless
~
Do you know?
Do you realize?
What you do to me?
~
Does she have you?
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Extroverted goes great with introverted.
Supposed to be extrovert in search of
beautiful, yet honourable girl, to pay
attention to. Even though I don't have
courage or a great body, I'll try to win
her over. It's showering with closed eyes,
searching for the faucet, hoping to pick
the right side, or maybe left. Waiting
for the water to drip on my soft, not
hairless skin. Will it be too hot, too cold
or just perfect? Then there's still shampoo
to worry about, better smell the bottle first.
Suddenly the water comes out, first dripping,
cold, then flowing, warm. Too much tension for me.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
The fight to keep us together
Is certainly unbelievable
The fights we have
Hurt, like hell but are retrievable
You are affectionate and extroverted
Your full of wonders of joy and your heart felt
But me I was introverted but it's different now
U helped me with stress and pain I've dealt
It makes you sympathetic when you listen to my problems
I know I complain and whine a lot, it's just this love is divergent
When I say I feel ugly you say the opposite you say beautiful
You make me smile and giggle, when I need you sometimes it's urgent
But if we take out our fights and out in good times
Everything seems to align like the stars, just right
To me ur my world and larger then life
You are my BOOBEAR and my hubby, I'll be holding on to this love very tight
I love your smile, it's so cute with ur messed up tooth
Stop calling yourself ugly, you know I don't like when you do it
I think you are the cutest most sexiest man alive
And don't forget it(;
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Introverted
Extroverted
Procrastinator
I'll figure it out later
Socially awkward
Fashion forward
Emotionally unstable
Pick a label
Depressed
But well dressed
Tired eyes
See the lies
High heels
Too many feels
I have to become
Emotionally numb
Cause I strive
To survive
Know your place
Put on your brave face
Let them label you
They haven't got a clue
Who you are
Beneath that scar
They notice the imperfections
On every section
Of your body that they pick apart
But they're blind to the beauty of your heart.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
All this time
I have thrown around this label
My tendency to observe my surroundings
Searching for answers in every action, every move
I used to think I was a wallflower
A extroverted wallflower
who simultaneously was a social butterfly
but I am not this, I am not this at all
I am a writer
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
My life has been molded
by the world of 15 minute increment agendas
and 150 character updates by the second.
My body has been pacified
by the world of liquid sugar satiation
and instant edible gratification.
My mind has been conditioned
by the world that favors extroverted personalities
and introverted abdomens and collarbones.
I live, move and breathe
in the world that is scared of freethinkers
and will not succeed in boxing me in.
In my world, I define my own worth.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
I feel numb, stuck, trapped
My insecurities get worse each day
I miss my extroverted self
I don't know where I've gone?
I'm existing; not living
I'm not unhappy, I am not sad
I'm apathetic : neither here nor there
No movement, nothing changes
Yet my life, my home, myself ...
Have changed beyond recognition
I am using this nothingness to heal
Educate, restore, fix, mend
In the stillness, I find my soul
My brain refuses to acknowledge it
Mindset is in quandary, undecided
Body is aging before my own eyes
Soul is vulnerable , yet open
Honesty is blunt, uncomfortable for some, but necessary
Old friends question and probe
New friends acquired along the road
Baggage weighs heavy
I can not put it down
These are the ramblings of the mentally unwell
Emotionally unstable, is my label
I wear it well: you really couldn't tell
Unless you are reading this
I'll pretend and disguise the panic in my eyes
Censor my language, no triggers spoken
Not to alarm, not to self harm
Just keep quiet, be good, continue to be misunderstood
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC