Poems relating to SA

From the most famous social phobe, Emily Dickinson's "I'm nobody! Who are you?"

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Edgar Allan Poe's "Alone"

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Give me a smile,
And I'll avoid you.

- from the collected works of coyote

coyote said: ↑

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Give me a smile,
And I'll avoid you.

- from the collected works of coyote

:applause:

Sylvia Plath's "Dirge for a Joker"

Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from the pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh.

Behind mock-ceremony of your grief
Lurked the burlesque instinct of the ham;
You never altered your amused belief
That life was a mere monumental sham.

From the comic accident of birth
To the final grotesque joke of death
Your malady of sacrilegious mirth
Spread gay contagion with each clever breath.

Now you must play the straight man for a term
And tolerate the humor of the worm.

Burning want Les Murray

"Mass refusal of unasked love, that works."

and

But I called people "the humans" not knowing it was rage.

This a poem and I thought this could've been written about my high school experience.

Burning Want - Les Murray - Poem - Australian Poetry Library

T.S. Eliot: "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

About as socially anxious a character as ever there was. My personal SA role model.

"Je Disparais" from moi. 😉


I drive an appetite that never tires;
A gaping heart engulfing all it seeks.
I own a will that constantly misfires;
A mind subverted by its own critiques.
I navigate the valleys and the peaks
Of life's complex terrain with clumsy cheer.
Not prone to many extroverted streaks
I am the man who likes to disappear.

The common coquetry that love requires
Imbues no flush of passion on my cheeks.
I need a discharge from the jolted wires
Of hunger or a sparkle from mystique's.
Cosmetic valentines are dull antiques
Compared to appetence which has no peer.
I know the damage disappointment wreaks;
I am the man who likes to disappear.

In solitude the social self expires,
And something in that swathe of silence tweaks
My maddened matrix with judicious pliers
To harmonize the inner strife that shrieks.
As loneliness begins its pangs and creaks
Against the bars that keeps its cravings near,
Denial is the only guard that speaks.
I am the man who likes to disappear.

Sporadically a rare disclosure sneaks
Around this skilled, theatrical veneer.
The man I am appears in tiny peeks;
I am the man who likes to disappear.

In times of despair the beauty of the earth

the infinite detail

in shells, flowers and stone

the taken for granted gifts

of clouds, wind and ocean

made themselves known to me.



When hostility escalates

as hopes fades

as fear envelopes

when the world closes in

and I can’t hide from its cold glare.



Even a failure like me

can still stand on any headland at dusk

half close my eyes, and breathe deep

watch the waves, and the colours change

free of judgement, emptied of fear.

By Kiwong

Fancy Instrumental (Ending Repeat)/ DL Link - YouTube

ever feel that moment of emptiness frolicking, passion stunted diminishes
howling for retribution or just some soothing but friendly witnesses
step with a mind of a exhibitionist.

Whats my mission, never had the days struck me like this,
I done been through and out of cutting my wrist
but hunting the itch only leads me deeper, think I need a shriek - a better
place to store my mentality needs there.

Next thing I know I was hanging by the window swinging my vision's conscious,
want to go back but relentlessly dishonest
for fatal, will I raise horns or glow a halo

yeh i'm still here, kicking myself for doing whats favorable
and I don't even know if people will savour - hold....
damn heard a knock on my door but destiny's still in the past rocking my cradle

So - whats - left - in - the - world - for - a - person - like - me?
My - role - kept - being - in-vain - but - insane was my key so I....
breathe... breathe..breathe... meditation melodies me through the wrinkled seas..

Every now and then I see the reflection's of the sky's ripples rounding to be purified,
cutting pumpkins in the summertime,
a recluse to all I've ever known and all I could organize.
There's even rejection in the pumpkin's eyes..