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will Aug 2019
If they had the brains
to call me a misanthrope
you think they could know
that's what I'm not

I don't hate you humans
I hate your social conventions
and my chest gets tight
when I'm around groups

I'm introverted
Keiri Aug 2019
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.
What is disabled these days. After studying the brain and the basics of psychology, all I've ever learned is that we know nothing. Why make a different if we're all the same. And why, when we're all so different, group people who are alike, because no one is a copy of another, yet no one is different at all.
Juno Aug 2019
Leave me alone
I want to be quiet
Yeah, I know you want to talk.

You do things your way
I’ll do things mine.
But just, please promise you’ll stop.
Stephen Moore Jul 2019
Nursing cracked paper backs and dusty reference works,
Softly uttered beauty,
Topped by brown bun glows in alabaster skin,
Bespectacled,
She whispers,
Quiet please.

Words slip through fingers,
Stretched,
In constrained eroticism,
A country woman in tweed.

Her passing stamp,
Over a pristine white sheet,
beckoning,
“return”.

Reading her unspoken words,
A chapter opens,
I succumb to her prose,
Love,
I suppose.
A restrained sensuality is somehow more intoxicating than something more brash. Someone who’s life is order and system, I imagine, contains the makings of collapse into blissful release.
Espresso manic Jul 2019
rush hour for thoughts 'waits
home's warmth and intimacy
that calms ones traffic.
does anybody journal?
any tips
leyana Jul 2019
Ten letters,
Won't make your life better,

Ten letters
Will make you batter

Depression
Loss of all sensation
Eyithen Jul 2019
I was told I talk too much so I never made a sound
My voice fading until buried six feet underground
I was told I was annoying, that I should just shut up
And people wonder why I'm so quiet
I would try to speak over the ocean waves
I gave up, no one interested in what I had to say
My voice now but a whisper floating on the wind
You wouldn't hear it unless you really listened.
But no one did and no one ever would
Because no one really cared about the girl and didn't see why they should.
I'm the girl that suddenly stopped talking because I felt like I was bothering people.
John AD Jul 2019
Nakakasawa na ang klima ng panahon sa aking utak
Pabalik-balik na ala-ala sa nakaraan
Nagmistulang Pawis ang Luha kong tumatagaktak
Palihim sa ilalim ng kaulapan sa aking isipan,

Nagiisa na lamang madalas , Di masilayan ang sikat ng araw
Katog na aking Dibdib , Uhaw parin sa pagmamahal
Tag-ulan nga ba sa kagubatan o inulan ako ng kalungkutan sa Tahanan?
Kinakalaban nga ba ako ng aking Isip , o Sadyang Hindi ko na kayang buksan ang Pinto ng kinabukasan?

Tahan na o Tara na sa Tahanang Katakataka ang Puhunan
Kaibigan kong pinagkakatiwalaan , Di nila ako Maramdaman!At
Madalas o Minsan ako'y nagiging sisa ,
Madalas din o Minsan ako'y Nagiisa,

Kapag ako'y nagiisa , nakakagawa ako ng Lubid sa aking isipan
Paano kaya kapag iniwan ko na ang Mundong ito?
Makikita ko na kaya ang Kulay ng "Buhay ko"
O Magdidilim lang muli ang Kulay ng "Buhay ko".
Patawad sa mga Ginagabambala ko
Tuwing Humihingi ako ng tulong sainyo
Minsa'y inisip ko na  aabala ko kayo,
"Nilalason ako ng isip ko o sadya nga bang totoo"
Smiling Queen Jul 2019
I know this loneliness
Will forever be around.
Giving me pains,
And hurting my wounds.
.
I know this loneliness
Will never leave me.
It will torture my soul
And will break me.
Broken soul.
Lonely girl.
Introvert.
Emmanuella Jun 2019
"Peek and retreat
is the term for it.
Is the term for what I do."

"Treating the world to a prime game,
a fine game of relentless peek-a-boo."
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