#introvert poetry
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1introvertedsage · 8 months ago
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Modern Day Troubadour
Out of everyone I meet They've never met an introvert. Proding at the sleeping bear Who can wake the Monster first.
Rude right from the hip. Spewing poison from their lips. Of few words so they assumed I was a bitch. Got to know me and look whose minds were quick to switch.
Are we really that rare? Is that why you stare? Is there something in my hair? Or are you judging the clothes I wear?
I get so tired of the games. Engage with them and be ashamed. Most conversations feeling overly lame. Tried to explain - they can't relate to my brain. So quick to judge and can't take the same.
My turn and they tune me out. 'Cause I'm not bragging or needing false clout. Can't seem to just exist in their world Without having to open my mouth or change what I'm about. So today I'll take no more Placing my feet firm on the floor. Inside's a Lion Hear me roar. Enter stage left, Modern Day Troubadour.
~Introverted Sage~
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notthatblondie · 2 months ago
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I miss the version of us that stayed up talking about nothing and everything. When your name on my screen felt like home
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prettywhenaicry · 3 months ago
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i hope a crow finds its way to me<3
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http-tempted · 26 days ago
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romo (relief on missing out)
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lecineaste · 1 year ago
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Vivre sa vie by Jean-Luc Godard
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silkenteardrops · 3 months ago
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some days it feels like i’m speaking a language no one hears.
like being quiet makes me invisible— or worse, mistaken.
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thoughts-become-reality · 2 years ago
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worldlywritr · 1 year ago
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In me, by myself, without human relationships, they are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.
Franz Kafka
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notthatblondie · 29 days ago
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Walking away from someone while you are still in love is a different kind of pain. Don't speak to me about moving on until you've had to leave behind everything your heart ever wanted
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bl-mitchum · 2 months ago
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I love people but if you talk to me with a plucky attitude first thing in the morning, I will simply wish to turn around and retreat into a hide-y hole. My social battery doesn’t wake up until 10am at best.
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strokeofserenity · 5 months ago
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Why do people assume introverts are boring? I hang out with myself, I am fun
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literaryvein · 10 months ago
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L. V., sometimes we don’t need to listen to the reader or the critics or the voices in our head
[i found this poem in my drafts, where it should have remained (pt. 8)]
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thepathetickind · 11 months ago
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some people might say I talk a lot  but the truth is I keep everything inside 
by laurenmaerie, some people
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silkenteardrops · 3 months ago
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me: i want to feel alive also me: puts on a turtleneck. walks into a library. sighs deeply. as if I had just lost a lover in 1892.
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mystilotls · 2 years ago
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Canary chirps, Canary cries
unable to accept its demise
Canary flinched from the corner of its eyes
4 more dead in the cage they lie
Canary squawks
while the macaw mocks
the wolves talk
the sheep watch
canary desperately hides its cough
determined to see its worth pay off
suddenly for Canary's delight
it turns to see a joyful sight
a coal miner falls to her knees
Canary dances and chirps and sings
Canary celebrates as smoke fills its lungs
satisfied, he's finally not the first one
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1introvertedsage · 2 years ago
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I feel it. Changes at the epigenetic level. It's like - an internal machine with parts that move in and out of place. Shift, rotate, drop, some spin out of control and haven't stopped. It's more than alot. But it's all I've got.
Heart strings are real And they can be used as chaps. Giving the most painful back slaps. Or they can be braided And swung around like a hammock To support and soothe the heart.
Gone for a ride but here to subside More than a runaway bride. It was just pride. Who I Am can no longer be denied. And I don't want to fucking hide. All these tears I've cried. While they all kept up the lie And tried To destroy who I was inside.
But now it's time to pick a side. And I choose mine. It's about damn time. Like a well oiled machine, I'll shine. Just needed to free my mind. Leave it all behind. Forgiveness has been harder than I thought To find. But the help I get, Must be Divine. Letting me clear the line. Of all the bullshit and trauma That stained me like wine. Said I'd be fine. And more Love they applied. Even got a few more Spirit Guides. That's what really helps in my life. People are so...mmh But nature just is. It can't be denied, It doesn't need to lie. Is that such a bad way to live? If so tell me why?
~Ruby L.S.~
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