"extroverts" poems
It’s interesting how the
Shyer crowds manage
To communicate with each other
A silent eye conversation
Of pure flirtation
All the extroverts oblivious
A trail of fingers across warm skin
The teacher snaps at a popular pair playing footsie
And the two continue their game
The sneaky ********
Were never suspected, until!
One turned up with a love bruise
Gasp!
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 9:42 PM UTC
The introvert smirked to himself,
the extrovert winked,
The introvert blinked and turned his face,
The extrovert pursued the look,
and the introvert blushed and left the room.
The extrovert shrugged and broke his stare,
The extrovert forgot that he was ever there,
But the introvert never forgot, ingrained in his mind was the extroverts face,
The extrovert saw many people that day, too many people to recall by name,
The extrovert forgot his wink,
The introvert replayed his blink,
For many days the introvert hid,
The extrovert lived,
And both were content,
The introvert who sat alone,
The extrovert who broke the silence,
The introvert who raised his hand,
The extrovert who listened,
We learn our greatest lessons from living at a distance.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
reloading old identity
cleping outdated usernames
abandoning acrostic ambitions
disputing spratly islands
receiving horizontal signals
tumbling otiose panda
impending carefree senility
otiose stage of life
shrinking ambient world
making minimal effort
duchamping social networks
ambushing personified ennui
restoring usual efforts
ignoring stupid people
adding textual value
owning this joint
rejecting ignorant extroverts
acting mutually unintelligble
hoisting stan-lee cup
replacing wanton ubiety
eluding twitter fame
splashing excessive relativism
offending another simpleton
preparing arcane cthulhusphere
crashing unpredictable festival
selecting subtextual moombahton
intensifying model topography
drafting minimal cornucopia
using nomadic project
implementing harsher personality
importing robotic inhumanity
referencing landmark event
ingesting excessive liquids
accepting relative invisibility
purchasing immortal confidence
using rhapsodical database
assuming nothing works
developing impactful eruptions
ejecting ambient frustration
synthesizing tactile festival
raining during parade
mocking rich people
mastering minimalist writing
avoiding preprandial stinkaroo
spreading non-ideological propaganda
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Stuck in a sea of faces
Staring at those
Who don't understand
The workings behind my face
My wants
Wishes
Desires
I am stuck
In a crowd of extroverts
Who don't get the quiet
They look at me funny
Because I am silent
Different
Outcast
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
jokes, no limits
everybody needs to laugh, to dream
so let's rush and get away
spend the weekend with vampires
extroverts not needed
just need a friend to get by
(or i'd probably go insane)
read, write, listen with me
don't think i don't care about you:
of all the somethings and someones,
nothing compares to this, to you
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
There is nothing better,
Nor truer or safer,
Than somewhere where no one is odd
We're all the same here,
Extroverts and introverts alike
United in force and a thousand strong,
We all sing the same lyrics,
Scream over the same shredding guitars,
And dance to the same drum
Boom. Boom. Boom.
I'm home.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC
its
the TV commercials
the fake ****
the campaign trail
the welfare recipients
psychotic shooters
bible thumpers
and athiests
salesmen
gangsters and
special interests
its junk mail
the court system
its the poor paying more
the ignorant
the scared
the recluse
the extroverts
the sales tax
the hospital bills
zombie ammo
beggars making more than me
nuclear threats
starvation
animal abuse
drug addiction
half assery
its the bullies
the police
its advantage
in retreat
the lies
the masks
the crys
the laughs
its all the ******** that ******* annoys me
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
For the first time ever; I truly do not care
if you, him, or her wished me a happy birthday;
But, I wouldn’t mind if you did. Though it is fair;
I am one of the lesser friends; I am a boring play;
A play so fake; I am of made up characters,
Sometimes I am the flattering villain in smiles,
And at times I am a copy of the Westerners,
At others, I am gullible, yet I never am;
I pretend to be; but I am miles away,
For interesting I am not; so funny at least be,
Says my brain; for maybe they will remember,
That my birthday was today; It is an endless plea:
I always remember and prepare pages of wishes,
For almost everyone, but all I get is 4 days late
One liners sent out of guilt; to stop the guilty itches,
Not out of care, love, or from genuine friendly state;
I deserve it; for again; I am merely a boring play;
A paradoxical headache of weird introverts,
And annoying extroverts; I barely even weigh,
To a normal person; I am made of endless alerts;
Alerted, focused, attentive; all on your acceptance;
I am what I feel you want me to be; a nice man,
A racist gangster, a diplomatic figure; I am resemblance,
I resemble everything I see in you and scan;
I am stardust that was never meant to shine,
I am a thread; intertwined as I feel pleases,
I am a road with temporary signs; I am grapes;
For you I squeeze myself into juice; or ferment
Into wine; I am a fake play where you write scripts,
I submit, because all I cared about is receiving,
A birthday wish. On that one day in the entire year;
I do not want even want gifts; because when you don't,
I feel like I am ceasing to exist; slowly deceasing
from everything that we were: teenagers ambitious,
WhatsApp stickers collectors, School runaways,
Kids deceiving; it feels like I am dead; for the dead
Do not receive birthday wishes; I feel peerless;
A white beans *** lidless, a body complete limbless,
A walking sickness, a moving flesh in stillness,
unpardoned by my faux and obvious silliness.
I do not care about not getting birthday wishes;
But I cannot not overthink what it means.
Nov 22, 2023
Nov 22, 2023 at 4:25 PM UTC
Some men want to be women,
And some women want to be men.
(Though some have no choice).
Brown girls want to be white,
But pale girls yen for a tan.
Short folk want to be tall,
Yet tall people wish they were short.
Atheists would love to believe,
But Believers yearn for freedom from guilt.
Introverts try to be outgoing,
While Extroverts try to calm down (and be quiet).
So why can’t each one of us
Esteem him or herself
For whatever s\he IS?
Be Proud of Yourself, as you are.
Grasp that Happy Attitude with a smile.
Amen.
Paul Butters
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
People and people all around,
there is no one who would call my name aloud.
Many know, many don't,
would anyone accept me? No, one won't.
They talk, they laugh, they share,
I yearn for a little bit of care..
But who has got time to spare?
No one, no where.
I gaze at the girl I truly admire,
hoping for a hello or a pleasant smile.
She fleetingly saw me, or maybe she didn't,
But the very next moment, she embraced someone.
I smile and ask myself,
who am I befooling?
This is a world of glamour,
Extroverts are ruling..
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
Skin pinked in the August heat
Thick with sunlight, we sit on the patio
One ordered a Manhattan
Another that local piss-in-a glass pilsner
The typical name dropping
Of “priest so and so” and
“The one I pretend to be my close friend
but we never talk about anything real”
Place cards adhered to locations
Cabins, sports and Disney vacations
Dreams that make up the American childhood
Those women are always a little louder
Those raging extroverts
Social club doorkeepers
Definers of the status quo
If they never had kids
Who would they be?
In their six bedroom homes and
Forgotten memories
Of why they said “yes”
Talk faster!
The topic just veered to the left
Tacky dangling earrings shout—
"Follow the prescription of happiness
I can’t hear you and I don’t want to!"
That sun just kept beating down
Nodding and smiling at vacuous words
I started reciting song lyrics inside of my head
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Social introverts and a shy extroverts.
Dyslectics grading better in spelling.
Deaf children who know more words.
People with anxiety better at selling.
Kids with ADHD who are more calm.
Autistics who can relate better.
Paralysed people able to feel their palm.
A blind person ready to read every letter.
Who could guess their equality.
Could you imagine, you can't tell 'em appart?
Who could even think of such a society.
Just look at this, humanity's piece of art!
Who could imagine I'm one of ''them''.
One alike you and the rest of this place.
For we all are a different kind of gem.
All shining in our own simple grace.
If there's a ''them'' and there's an ''us''.
But none can tell one from another.
Is there a ''them'' at all, thus.
Then why a ''them'', it's only a bother.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Cats are like introverts,
emotional and withdrawn rather rude and curt.
Dogs are like extroverts,
crazy and mischievous, laughing through their hurt.
They both are the same, underneath the masks they wear,
trying to keep others from knowing their cares.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Slipping away from lips
Pushing syllables down devices
Listen now for repetition
Tires the sobbing minds that consume hope.
Ripping through Kleenex boxes
Craving for the transformation
Of the environment's filters
Stick out from the extroverts.
Relapsing into treasured and agonizing
Scenarios, collapsing to the ground
Buried beneath false pipes
And dripping water fountains.
Analysis of health states
That the only wellness left
Is spirituality, eroding
False beaches, pretending to be needed.
Pondering the journeys missed
How "life is so sad"
When gravity grasps you, as you clip
Your toenails, he watches strangers stare.
Indescribable malice captivates breath
From the inside, puncturing pitiful intestines
As you think about him
Thinking about anything but you.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking
Most likely considering the effortless exchange of our thoughts
It happens more than I let on noticed
Each hiding beneath the same shell with the illusion of invisibility
Contradictorily with razorsharp X-ray vision
I see right through you and you see right through me
The most introverted extroverts and pessimistic love addicts
Sometimes it feels as if we are looking at a mirror and there appears the other
As if we are the same person
And if I changed a perspective
Would yours shift as well?
It is these wonderful similarities that make us magnetic
And our bipolar tendencies that make me objectively view the potential
Our evolution is stumbling when we are wearing such armor on our hearts
What if my confusion is brought on by yours?
Why are we so scared?
The answer to that would probably be the same as mine
But we are both too stubborn
To surrender.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 1:10 AM UTC
every night you've
been stopping by my
room and asking if i want
to walk the dog with you.
and i
say no
because i know
what you want
and i am not
giving it to you.
the truth is not
pulled out of me
and lies are just
another thing to try.
the sun hasn't
even gone down yet
and i'm already
just a failure
*(i should say
still)*
THIS IS NOT
UP FOR
DISCUSSION
I HAVE BURNED
OUR BRIDGES AND
NOW IT'S YOUR
JOB TO SILENTLY
WATCH THEM SMOKE
you're not helping
my mental disarray
because you are
unaware of its existence.
she's out
in the living room
again
ranting and raving
at him about
all her problems
*(they say men
marry girls just
like their mothers and
i'm beginning to see it
something about that
obnoxious extroversion)*
**yes
i just called
extroverts
obnoxious
or maybe i just
called you obnoxious
because you are
a textbook extrovert**
*(they say girls
grow up to
be just like
their mothers
so i'm sure that
i'm obnoxious too)*
now you're back
i can see you and
the dog walking up
the driveway
and now it's time
to trim my thoughts
at the seams and the
corners where they start
unraveling and you start
tugging at the threads
snip snip
stop it.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
After three years, why am I still needing to make impressions? Behaviour alterations, manifesting myself to the person they want to see. Disregarding my character at the door, substituting it for something more - applicable, unnoticeable, unopinionated, mentally castrated because I can’t compete with that.
Introverted woven into the needlework of extroverts, camouflaging the thread, too frightened to be different, to be noticed, so you hide yourself within life’s tapestry. We are hung in different galleries, worlds apart, the north/south divide does it shrink with time? Does love conquer all? It seems such a foreign conquest, I lose myself on the battlefield of personality trying to evade fatality of character. But their numbers are too strong, the war is lasting too long, I can’t compete with that.
Eloquent hunters, fields and farms. Like the hare, the sense of inadequacy follows me down, but it’s through the rabbit hole where I lose control, fumbling for speech at the simplest conversation. My heart races, heat rising from my chest, pores palpitating so pools of sweat dampen my forehead, wishing I could retreat below, stay cool in the shadow, away from illicit bourgeois eyes that see through my proletariat alibi, praying she doesn’t cast me aside because I can’t compete with that.
This is the mental cross that I bare, does she really care? Our relationship is ours not theirs, I need to lay aside my prejudice of the class divide, because in truth the weight of this cross isn’t mine but shared, and it’s holding us back, directing us off the beaten track because love isn’t a competition, but a joint expedition. Alice and I conquering together, and I can compete with that. Forever.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
💃
You have drawn the extra version card
Welcome to the deck
Introverted values
You no longer can connect
Intuition, feelings and perceiving
is the game that extroverts play
Opposed to sensing, thanking and judging like those introverted lames!
If you’re not sure which side you’re on
Or if you’re out there on the fence
Do you want to be alone?
Or the party to commence!
So weep not my child
they’ll be no need for fear
God made
An extra version of you dear!
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
We are lions in cages.
Extroverts anonymous. Facades of hopeful futures.
We think differently
Because we are so special
The ball and chain around her ankle is a ten pound book-bag
Portable computer. Portable phone.
Internet. Music. Silence.
Internet. Music. Silence.
Who whips the lions?
The kings and the queens of the jungle.
Are ******
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
The bells are tingling, crescendoing impatiently, creating a ruckus of taps within your chemically imbalanced head
Your hands shake with all the untold words, bottled up within your throat and unable to explode like a volcano of molten rock until people stand in shock and admire not the destruction but the beauty
You enclose yourself into a small corner as soon as their is an unknown force that you cannot adequately deal with and hope they leave soon so you can lower your defenses just a bit; for you are afraid of leaving the house and being stared down until you run away like a kicked dog with his tail tucked between his legs
You apologize for things you didn't do, not out of guilt but because you feel obligated to
For you see, when you have social anxiety it is hard to communicate with anyone, even yourself. You live in fear of saying the wrong thing, of messing something up, of splitting apart like an egg cracked in the middle and all the yolk spilling out beyond your hands reaches
When you were a child, you would ask the closest person to hold your hands and count to ten, and that closest person was usually yourself
Your heart flutters like a butterflies wings flapping wildly in a storm
Your breathing shudders as you try urgently to not shed tears not from sadness but from fear
Some describe social anxiety as naught but a tiny fear when in reality it is more like treading open water in the middle of nowhere with no help in sight, and the waves threaten to push you down until you are far out of reach
Some imagine people with anxiety as being introverts, when in reality it also happens to extroverts. It happens to all races, genders, and sexualities
When you live with anxiety, it is all you can think about. You strategize how to survive each obstacle of the day
One thing you can tell them to do if you cross paths and you notice their shallow breathing and their shaking and sweaty palms is to just
Breathe.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
You are not even part of the tree
Far from being deep rooted
Each day your soul wants to leave
Why surround yourself and live your life boxed in
No window to escape
You hear the screams from the extroverts
Nothing more
Nothing more than a sheep
Even your dreams are corrupt
Your name means nothing
Wait...
You're a clown just for laughs and giggles
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
I've seen introverts become the center of attention
I've seen extroverts go ignored
I've heard complacent well-adjusted human beings
Cry out for something more
And there's a million and one things to do with life
So don't you dare be bored
Because there are three types of people in this world:
Those who do
Those who don't
And those who didn't, but wish they had
At times it's wrong to do what's good
Sometimes you've got to be bad
So don't you go on second guessing
Lest you end up with regret
Follow your instincts
Don't look back
'Cause there are three kinds of people on this earth:
Those in the future
Those in the past
And those in the present, so make it last
At times it happens all so fast
You forget to examine the extent of the impact
But don't you worry about forgotten things
They'll find their way back to you in your dreams
And there are those who will tell you that it's false
They'll comfort you with broken arms
To drag you down to into the swamp
Trying to stop you before you even start
Now there are three sects of people on this planet:
The leeches
The dreamers
And then the true believers
Examine your head to find the truth
Don't worry about what you can or cannot prove
Nothing matters nearly as much
As the way it all matters to you
You see, there's no right or wrong way to live a life
It all depends on how it makes you feel
The miraculous fact that you exist at all
Gives you the right to determine what is real
And there are but three animals in this pen:
The sheep
The wolf
And the Golden hen
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
I’m trapped in the constellations
Because I tried to grab the stars
But the moon screamed
I screamed
Echoing across the celestial
So the city of lights awoke
And the extroverts below
Cry out at us
To force us to remain mute
As if they control the solar system
But the moon ignores them
Thus, I ignore them too
The rays liquify me
As I try to connect the dots
But the images I arrange
Are mocking me
Laughing through the sky
Teasing the Milky Way
And the sun scoffs our feud
Too galactic to engage
Only observing
As I bounce between the fiery lines
Surging into boundaries
Too torched to care
But for the introverts beneath
There’s only a catalina void
Where the established figures
Are marginally vitiated
Dim flickers
Lost in the distance
So I’m overshadowed
By this lunar eclipse
Helplessly cornered
Inside the myriad configurations
I scream
Because I tried to grab the stars.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
Cheers to the misfits
to the kids
who sat in the back of the classroom
and at the end of the year
people still forgot their name
cheers to the kids
who dyed their hair a crazy color
decorated their faces with metal
and welcomed the criticism
cheers to the kids
that spent every lunch in the library
until the librarian was their best friend
cheers to the introverts, the extroverts, the freaks, the geeks, and all those in between
cheers to you
because we all deserved it at one point
we didn't just live
we survived
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC