Hushed: The Words of an Introvert [LiteratureCollection]

Confessional Poetry

Ehem! Is this thing on?

The strong silent type.

Flush cheeks that can

cook a sunny-side up.

Frogs lodged down the throat.

Swamp of naked bodies.

Some things better left unsaid.

Stimulating words

of an introverted individual.

Single red cardinal

perched on a mailbox.

Breathe, in and out.

I am the sole blossom

poking out of this vast blanket of snow.

Candle flame in the dark abyss.

Hopeless romantic.

Two hands that intertwine

just perfectly.

Caress on the cheek.

Button noses and pursed lips.

Peculiar accents, pinkies up.

Landscapes of water color.

You jump, I jump.

Titanic.

Three easy words.

Live, love, cherish.

I am the sole blossom

poking out of this vast blanket of snow.

Rainbows leading to a pot of gold.

Shimmering nightgowns of princess silk.

Horridly singing in the shower.

Bizarre poses.

Maximized stereo system and deaf ears.

Fantasy and dystopian stories.

Broadway playbooks.

Signing cards with lipstick.

Two eyes, green and gray,

glued onto a computer screen.

Exceptional writer.

Procrastinator—no, perfectionist!

I am the sole blossom

poking out of this vast blanket of snow.