"infj" poems
I'm curious...
How did my ExxP parents
Give birth to two IxxJ children?
How did my 'ideal match' parents
Get such a ****** up marriage?
How does my T father
Really feel about and think of his F son?
How much does my ISFJ brother
Hate his INFJ sister for stunting his F growth,
Because our ESTP father, my shadow type, has annihilated mine?
How am I supposed to be able to predict
My ENFP mother's flip-flopping parenting,
Even if we're both NFs?
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
INFJ - T
I grow exhausted at the exuberance of crowds.
Not able to ignore that nagging voice that whispers the evils of them
Feelings of fear overpower the simple formula of conversation
Jutting into remind me of my appearance compared to theirs -
Too weak to fight against it.
It’s not easy to speak my mind.
Never daring to even introduce myself
Following a very strict line
Just taking each day step by step -
Thinking someday I’ll be able to explain.
Inside, I judge everything.
New situations make the feelings shake
Fear and turbulence expand within
Jaw clenched and sweaty palms -
Thin skin begins to bruise.
Introverted and intuitive
Nervous, yet calm
From day to day
Just a puppet -
To a never-ending nightmare
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
hello my name is dyed red hair
hello my name is infj
hello my name is having a love hate relationship with different music genres
hello my name is crying during sad or happy movies
hello my name is an avid just dance player
hello my name is wearing black all the time
hello my name is liking the color blue best
hello my name is b math
hello my name is canadian
hello my name is sometimes not so happy with my weight
hello my name is a writer
hello my name is being afraid of being left alone
hello my name is captain of the volleyball team
hello my name is a christian
hello my name is q
hello my name is fashion lover
hello my name is making bad decisions
hello my name is loving to travel a lot
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
New York City
Biggest city
In the USA
Population
8.4 million souls
Kansas
Rank of U.S. states by population:
34
2.9 million souls
How could a small town girl from Kansas
3,500 souls
Ever feel at home in
NYC?
Well
The answer is quite simple
...
INFJ
...
Because
In fact
I love people
With all of my heart,
I love people
I love to watch and feel and see and listen
To them
But I don't want a real
Connection
With them
Those souls
Those dear souls
In the town of 3,500
Too much
"Connection"
So later
You can find me in NYC
And when I'm off
I'll be on the beach,
By the lighthouse
Watching people
By myself
Surrounded by 8.4 million souls
Alone
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
I can’t get my brain
To shut the hell up.
I don’t want to talk right now. please leave me alone. it isn’t you i
promise, it’s me and
N othing can stop me from thinking that it’s my fault and
everything is my fault. why are things this way and why did i
lose you and my friends? i can’t help but think and
F eel depressed because i love you. i don’t want to lose you but i
have and i’m not happy, i’m almost never happy anymore. or
maybe i never was. emotions exhaust me but they’re all i know. i
don’t usually get angry but when i do i go off and
J ust shut up! you’re wrong, i’m right. why can’t you see that? i
need structure, it’s how i function and you are so incredibly
unpredictable which excites me, even if no one knows, because
that’s risky and i like new adventures but i need stability which
my life, my existence, can’t provide
because i’m too complicated to make sense,
My life is contradictory
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:15 AM UTC
But where is the place for the people like us?
The artists, the cutters, the solemn observers.
Every INFJ. Every poisoned mind. Every social awkward with so much depth they just might sink.
The ones who have found their soul but are searching for their mind.
The ones who find their mind by losing their marbles.
The misrepresented and misunderstood.
The hurt and the happy.
With a requirement of so much patience and love that no one is willing or able to give.
The ones who make adjustments.
Who hit rock bottom and manage to get back up on their own.
The ones who fall too fast for something out of reach. They end up quietly crashing and burning.
The ones who are living under layers of paint; on their hearts and in their homes. Whose sweetness and innocence are buried somewhere underneath the paint, barely recognizable.
The ones who were born with a fifty year old soul.
Who have a biologically memorized speech that no one will hear; that no one can hear.
I ask you, where will they go, the people like us?
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
before your hands had ever grazed
the tops of my thighs and before your
lips had touched my own, you
knew me. your eyes
penetrated through my soul the
moment we met; in that first
glance, I knew that you had
seen me before. without speaking a
word, you understood
everything that I have ever been and
will ever be. thousands of years and
thousands of lifetimes have
passed between us; we are a
love story carved into
the Earth, repeating itself until
nothing is left and where we
existed is pure black amongst the
cosmos. but even when all is
gone, your whispers will still
echo; they will still reach
me. whatever and wherever we are, you
and I will be called back to
each other, once again.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
A lone observer I am
But in my mind
In my head
There are more colors than can ever be counted
And I paint pictures of you
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
I see you.
Hiding behind your flesh
Raw and red and utterly human
Hidden
Afraid
I am hidden too.
Looking through glass windows
Reaching out to touch cold panes
And never reaching past them
Because to do so I would have to break them
Reveal so much
Reveal pain
Or maybe beauty
But who can say?
Mixed together in my conflicting, confusing mind
Pain and beauty and lover and passion and anger
In soundproof walls
Would it be too much?
Silence broken, revealing the truth
My truth
I see your truth, partially
But what does it feel like?
Mine is fast and unrelenting. Warm and cold.
Loving,
But lonely.
Will anyone ever know the worlds I create?
The lives
The hearts
The stories
And will I ever know yours?
Because I am stuck inside cold Windows
And though I love it,
I love the sun too.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
it was not a slamming
but a steady slow
easing closed
the door
quick catch of breath -
not as much as
a deeply drunk
savored gasp
like after a race
hands on thighs bent
******* in air
too quick
until remembered
to take is slow
and pull in that first deep
balmy breath
to take it slow speaks
of patience and of time
less filled with doubt
or regret
take comfort then
I took my time to measure out
feel the weight in my hand
of waiting
of giving you time to
slow down turn around
and see that the door
was closing
I waited there threshold shrinking
pleading silent looks for you
to stop before it shut
and died
but eyes are not accustomed
to look for or perceive
the colors of pain painted
in another
or to catch the dying glimmer
through the cracks of a heart breaking
as it eases closed
the door
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
confessions of an infj:
THE LIVING PARADOX
there are no easy decisions... every choice is a debate in mind
actions are not simple actions...there are motives behind everything
our minds have no off switch so it is a constant inner conversation
we are both the strongest and most sensitive hearts all at once
you cannot read us but we know you better than you know yourself
our compassion is spilled for everyone until the limit is pushed
then, you see the darkest side of us... our absence of care
can't always figure ourselves out, yet everyone else is a solved puzzle
will understand your intents are desires the most, yet completely
misunderstood and alone
wants to understand how your feeling but will never open up
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
my heart that is pained,
all of these hate that I have obtained,
what do you see, that I clearly do not,
that causes everyone around me to break, crack, snap?
Fear me not, that I am not cold,
I am not bitter, nor tainted nor stained,
I am but kind, sweet, and loyal,
but twist my words around and I promise I won't bottle.
Bottle it up inside that's been wanting out,
Bottle up inside that even demons can't fight,
Bottled up inside that leaves the angels alone,
not even you could tame my differences nor lift me from my throne.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
The STORM comes in fast. But doesn’t last.
My heartaches my soul shakes as time without my soulmate grows.
I toss and turn and always yearn for that smiling glow.
The tears come hard and so does the pain even standing in the rain can’t wash away all the pain.
INTP Loves INFJ forever untwined in the mathematical universe until the end of time.
That’s my STORM
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
Have you ever had a dream where it was nothing but darkness? Nothing just nada that you knew it was over?
Have you ever been so broken to where you were more than being done? Like all the walls that you can ever think of, broke away by a single touch?
Have you ever seen someone that you thought was going to last forever? But he didn’t wanna get to know you because your personality shifted courses?
Have you ever wanted to cry but the tears wouldn’t come out? All the emotions you try to hold back trying to not think about the cause?
Have you ever been an INFJ where nobody knows what you’re thinking? Caught between two mirrors, one of them happy and the other just mad?
Have you ever been in any of those situations that caused you any grief? Cause mines were brutally honest and I really, really, really just want everything to drop dead.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 8:19 AM UTC
do you constantly feel like you're a time traveller ?
going beyond past the time and realms where no one else know
see things that no ordinary man sees
dimensions that are only visible to your own eyes
getting trapped in cosmic battles trying to fix the unforeseen and unknown
the loops of wanting to serve humanity yet no one really gets it
hold that power,stand firm,you're rare ; Angel
you're invincible ,alive and wide awake yet invisible to an ordinary eye
use your gift even when it goes unnoticed or realized
we don't need the spotlight ,we're to serve and kindle broken-hearted people
give hope to the hopeless,and answers to the seekers
vibrating on a higher power is a curse and a blessing;
constantly seeking to adhere to the latter
understanding I'm just different and can't save everyone
the beautiful world inside that's governed by eternal peace
harmonious quiet moments that are intriguing
i only wish if i could come with the world inside to this awakening
Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC