Confession From A Hopeless Romantic Introvert Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Confession From A Hopeless Romantic Introvert



Alone I find solace
Figments of amusement
Docile moments
Residing within paradise's existence



All within this mind
So much to create
Being the creator, writer, producer, director
Starring in my own peaceful dreams
Inside my own head



I am not there
Only here
Where I am everywhere
No judgement anywhere



I am something
Not invisible
These thoughts go on and on
Beyond where I have ever gone before



Sorry, Not here
Do you want to join me?
Come within these thoughts
Trust every direction they go
For you, I will always make it the best that I can




These thoughts never have to be alone
But can you truly accept how I think?



Always thriving in a peaceful state




I know things can never always be that way




Never think I cannot take any chaos
This heart is stronger than you know
Things are always inevitable, unavoidable
It is life after all



I stand by my convictions
The ethic nature of who I am
No self-absorbed agendas here
Nor desperate shallow attempts to be adored
All I am is real in the raw nerve of organic love



Can you venture within this very soul?
Catch every beat of this heart's journey?
Truly understand where I am coming from?



Those who tried before have failed
Yet, it was me who I always blamed
Only to find out they never had the strength I possess


Once put myself in my own solitary confinement
Never could understand why
Perhaps to see from within
Seeing my worth was better than I thought it was before



Alone I am, Right now
I hide myself to be found
A treasure to behold
Find me if you can



I know you will be priceless
Just see me for who I truly am
I have more internal substance than the "perfect man"
Never need love to tell me this



I live on the subsistence of my surroundings
Doing all that I can to survive
Never taking anything for granted
Even in the value of life that I am living
I still take pride of where I am



True love is never purchased
The poorest of people can relish in its essence
Sacred moments can never be bought
True power is celebrated in the grace of unconditional love



Forgive me for believing in earnest love
They told me that I was never enough
They told me it was them themselves that they were losing



Are you still here?



Alone I found solace
It was always within me
Ready to share
To whom is worthy of my love



I am confident
Love me or take me for granted
I no longer care!

Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: confessional,introspection,introvert,love,unconditional love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on 2/2/16
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success