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i.
To the boy who prefers spending Friday nights at home:
the world does not understand how beautiful silence sounds
sometimes.
As you crack open that book you've been waiting to read,
or plug in your computer,
or listen to music,
or,
or,
or,
or maybe just stare at the night sky from your bedroom window-
(please) remember what everyone else seems to forget;
that being alone does not always equal lonely--
and that sometimes no company is the best company there is.
ii.
To the girl who does not speak up in class:
I was once you.
You are not deficient, I promise, despite everyone telling you otherwise.
You might be the only one who will ever know the universes
tucked inside your head,
because they are beautiful secrets you cannot bring yourself to share,
for fear that they might be vandalized.
When you speak, it is a whisper,
like a dandelion, like a feather, like your mother tucking you in at night
after you have fallen asleep.
People will tell you to speak up, speak louder,
but keep that beautiful dandelion voice of yours,
because you must know that
volume isn't always necessary to be heard,
and that the ones who really want to hear you (the ones who really matter),
will.
iii.
To the introverts:
Too often, we hate ourselves for not being enough.
For not being loud enough,
for not being assertive enough,
for not speaking enough,
for not going out enough,
I want to tell you that you are
really,
truly,
enough.
(I promise.)
To the boy who prefers spending Friday nights at home:
the world does not understand how beautiful silence sounds
sometimes.
As you crack open that book you've been waiting to read,
or plug in your computer,
or listen to music,
or,
or,
or,
or maybe just stare at the night sky from your bedroom window-
(please) remember what everyone else seems to forget;
that being alone does not always equal lonely--
and that sometimes no company is the best company there is.
ii.
To the girl who does not speak up in class:
I was once you.
You are not deficient, I promise, despite everyone telling you otherwise.
You might be the only one who will ever know the universes
tucked inside your head,
because they are beautiful secrets you cannot bring yourself to share,
for fear that they might be vandalized.
When you speak, it is a whisper,
like a dandelion, like a feather, like your mother tucking you in at night
after you have fallen asleep.
People will tell you to speak up, speak louder,
but keep that beautiful dandelion voice of yours,
because you must know that
volume isn't always necessary to be heard,
and that the ones who really want to hear you (the ones who really matter),
will.
iii.
To the introverts:
Too often, we hate ourselves for not being enough.
For not being loud enough,
for not being assertive enough,
for not speaking enough,
for not going out enough,
I want to tell you that you are
really,
truly,
enough.
(I promise.)
Literature
you are what you love
this girl dreams
far too much;
her bed has turned into
a nightmare graveyard,
full of wilted roses
and broken spines.
wanderlust is a toxin.
one that fills her lungs with each
breath and with every poisoned
heartbeat, she yearns for a world
with moons of gold and a silver sun.
yet—
she would rather listen
to those sweet nothings than have
the philosophy of reality
shoved down her throat.
this girl does not want
to live in black and white;
no, she craves color
and the freedom it tastes like and if
the chains that that shackle her
starving soul refuse to unlock,
she will tear them apart
with her own two hands.
Literature
words to say to your reflection
i am a collection of dust and stars,
blue luster in a sea of inky void.
i am a tongue licking lips, clicking against teeth,
shaping sounds that matter.
i am the lightning that explodes in purple storm clouds,
four miles of haphazard beauty
on a lonely night.
i am the sea in autumn, still holding the warmth of a summer of sunlight,
though the air outside is cold
by now.
i am the snow at 6am.
i have not been touched, not stepped on. my surface is smooth as glass.
i am the snow at 6pm.
i am still beautiful.
i am the sound of rain just before sunrise
on a sunday morning.
i am the swirl of cream in a coffee,
blossoming and unfolding like a
Literature
a list of things colleges don't want to know
1. i have a cactus named atticus that i bought
on the day i thought i was going to die,
and i never forget to water it, not
even when i forget how it feels
to breathe without my lungs rebelling
against my brain.
2. sometimes talking feels like walking on gravel
in a Georgian summer heat.
i try to keep talking anyway,
and hope that eventually
my voice will lose its softness and grow calluses.
3. once, a man whistled at me
outside of a grocery store from
the safety of his car.
four years later, i still haven’t stopped looking
over my shoulder.
4. i drive too fast and i take turns too sharply
and i never put enough sugar
in my tea
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Nowadays I see lots of people feeling bad about being introverts, like they're not enough. Please don't feel bad, my dears. You're not the problem; we live in a society where extroversion is rewarded and introverts are cast to the side. Just because we're internally inclined doesn't mean we're deficient or lacking in something.
I've seen a lot of wonderful writing on here that's been about introversion lately, but more often than not it's about introversion being a hindrance or something negative. I wanted to write something to counteract that.
I love you all, extroverts and introverts alike.
(c) me
This piece was inspired by imperfect-parachute's poem, How to Love an Introvert. Check it out and leave her some nice words!
Also, check out this TED talk by Susan Cain on the power of introversion. I promise it's worth it!
I've seen a lot of wonderful writing on here that's been about introversion lately, but more often than not it's about introversion being a hindrance or something negative. I wanted to write something to counteract that.
I love you all, extroverts and introverts alike.
(c) me
This piece was inspired by imperfect-parachute's poem, How to Love an Introvert. Check it out and leave her some nice words!
Also, check out this TED talk by Susan Cain on the power of introversion. I promise it's worth it!
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Good stuff. I wish extroverts would more try to understand introversion.