Plight of the introvert #2

Don’t call me shy!
Shy means I am afraid.
What is there to be afraid of?
I’m certainly not afraid of you.

No I’m not shy,
Just quiet
Why fill up comfortable silence
With meaningless chatter?

Do not label me
Just because I think before I speak.
Many of you could not claim that.
I’m quiet, not shy.

Conversation flows so quickly.
By the time I have thought through
What I want to say,
The conversation has left me behind.

I have tried to be like you.
Spouting the first thing
That springs to mind
And I end up looking the fool.

Listen to what I say,
For it is well thought out.
Not meaningless dribble
Or the stammered, nervous chatter of the shy.

I am an introvert;
Quiet, introspective.
I think far too much,
But I am not shy.

I want...

I want it all,
All of it,
All that a person could hope and dream for.

Now I know what you're thinking
but all's not as it seems.
My dreams are not those of the world.

I want hope
I want love
I want dreams
I want friends

I want happiness
I want forgiveness
I want mercy
I want peace

Now I know what you're thinking
but this is my wish.
My dreams are not those of the world.

It wants money
It wants things
It wants power

It wants glory
It wants fame
It wants success

The worlds wishes differ to mine,
They are selfish, greedy and cruel.
I only hope they will see my way
Then all my wishes will come truth.

In the depths of my mind

Oh these thoughts!
These horrible, burning thoughts.
swirling through my brain,
contaminating all they touch.
Lord, save me from myself!
They burn! They burn!
Out! Get out of my head!
Out! Out! Leave me in peace.
'Lord!' I weep
I'm sorry Lord! So sorry!
I know they're wrong
these nasty, depressing, delicious, sinful thoughts.
I entertain them for a moment
One single, dreadful, glorious moment,
Then banish them,
Banished forever.
But
The damage is done
All from that one single moment
And I weep.
The guilt
Oh! The guilt!
I know that once again I have failed in my duty.
That duty set by you,
To be pure
Pure and holy.
But I have failed.
Crushed
I lie here crushed.
Stop looking at me Lord.
Leave me here alone.
But no!
Don't abandon me!
Not here
Alone in this darkness I have created.
Oh Lord!
I'm so sorry!
Wash me clean
Nice and clean again.
Heal me of my self-inflicted damage.
Hold my hand as I start again,
Help me guard my thoughts
My traitorous, wandering thoughts.

Perfection

Perfection

It started with perfection.
Perfect perfection,
Not a single sign of poison.
Nothing to mar the perfection Perfection created.

It started with a decision.
A single decision,
A decision to grant choices.
Choices to grant free will to a perfect creation.

It started with a serpent.
A slinky, sly serpent,
A serpent who wanted to be great.
A serpent with a desire to trick Perfection’s beloved.

It started with desire.
Selfish desire,
Desire awakened by a serpent.
A desire to be more than an echo of Perfection.

It started with a decision.
A foolish decision,
A decision to trust the serpent
And try to reach perfection.

It ended with a bite.
One tiny bite,
One tiny, forbidden bite
That ruined Perfection’s creation until Perfection returns to the world He created.

Tragedy

This world is full of tragedy
that we have never seen
despair and broken hearts
loss and broken dreams

and though we all are hurting
we stumble and we fall
we keep our saddness hidden
we show it not at all

all of us are broken
our lives just one big mistake
still we journey on
our happiness is fake

this world is full of tragedy
from which noone can hide
though we attempt to fix it
we are still broken inside

we patch our holes with fantasies
we believe will make us new
yet these patches cave in on us
and leave bigger holes in you

there is a cure out there
if you search through all your strife
and put your hope in Jesus
He will save your life

you cannot escape this tragedy
just look at poor old Job
but trust in good old Jesus
He will be your hope.

haha just wrote that then while deciding what to put in a post. Go me! It is very rare that I write a RHYMING poem! As you can probably tell! And yes, I am studying the book of Job in Bible study at the moment lol!

Plight of the Introvert

Plight of the Introvert

Stop pushing!
Don't rush me.
Can't you see I need time to think?
We are not all like you
able to juggle a million thoughts in our heads at once.

Give me time.
Time to think things through;
time to ask questions;
time to finish thinking and begin doing.

I am fragile
though I hide it well.
If I do not finish my thoughts
I do not understand.

You invade my soul.
Storm through like a violent wind
leaving devastation in your path.
all for lack of understanding.

Stop!
Just stop and leave.
Come back after I have finished
and I can tell you what you need to know.
Come back and we will finish this conversation.