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Poetry Of An Introvert, [3/11/2020 10:17 PM]
Poetry Of An Introvert, [3/14/2020 6:50 PM]
Sojourn
Seyyid Ali
Sojourn with this wind,
My heart enjoy the spring.
A journey that I need to find,
A place that where the silence sing.
Sojourn with this sky,
My heart happy to see those isles.
A moment that give me a way,
To think and speak my own tales.
Sojourn with this birds,
My heart loved those places.
Where no one hear my words,
Where no one see my paces.
Sojourn with my promise,
Think or prejudice about nothing,
My introversions are going to propose,
The nature of being and in search of my lover who everything.
Poetry Of An Introvert, [3/15/2020 7:39 PM]
Strangers
Seyyid-Ali
Am I a stranger to this world or this world stranger to me?
I have this doubt for long long ago.
Those who I see strangers to me or am I stranger to them?
Even I was a stranger to my Mom until I born!
Everything change by time, everyone forget us by their heart,
So everyone are strangers to everyone or no one are strangers to nobody?
These questions make me a stranger to the answers,
These thoughts make me a stranger to the sense.
But if there is a question, there should be an answer,
So am I searching for the answer or the question seeking for me?
Where we are, where we came from and where we go?
Searching for the answer make me no more stranger in this world.
Poetry Of An Introvert, [3/16/2020 8:35 AM]
THE WOMEN
Karol Zayede
I'm the girl of hoodies, and not of the high heels.
I learned to became a warrior, not a princess.
I'm the girl who prefers to face darkness alone than to feel comfortable in a fake shining world.
When they say, stay in silence, I do not.
When they say, break out of the shells, I do not.
The inner world is my home and no one can access.
I'm intense in my feelings and thoughts.
I chose to look and care what the majority chooses to ignore and avoid.
Instead of judging, I prefer to listen and I put myself in it's place.
My voice is just a drop in the ocean,
But it screams until the day I die.
I talk about war tragedy and humanity, when they talk about money and lifestyle.
If you like chaos, you are welcome.
If you WANT a doll or robot, so better to get away from here.
I might seems naive and sweet outside,
But I'm rough and broken inside.
I'm not perfect and don't pretend to be.
To stay by my side, just be real.
Nothing else is NEEDED.
Poetry Of An Introvert, [3/22/2020 9:24 AM]
POMEGRANATE
Seyyid-Ali
Squeezes red pulp and slide into my lips.
Relished sweet that delicious to sips.
Tastes sweet but hard to remove the skin through,
And the seed inside bother from a thorough chew.
Perfect serve isn't possible too,
Layers inside mixed up with to.
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