Introvert

I am accepting my true introvert and also accepting that I may be living alone for a year, which I have never done before. This poem, I hope reminds me I do not always need company to be happy.

Introvert


I find my home
deep within the pages
of a well kept book.
Each word is a
conversation
with a long lost friend.

There is no better
place in the world than
on my lumpy couch
with my lumpy cat
upon my lap.
We mutually enjoy
the quiet.

I can watch TV
alone in a little house
with a modest dinner
I cooked for myself
and laugh or cry
without needing anyone
to hear.

Therefore, there is no cause
to worry or fret
for me. I live
alone in peace
and will seek out
company
when I so wish.

False Fairies

This is a dark poem about the reality vs. the fairy tales. I've been reading the Game of Thrones saga and it inspired this poem.

False Fairies


Fairy tales

were meant to warn.

We’ve forgotten

where the true dark

lies.

The princess is in the tower

in the tower,

hiding away.

The prince is a monster

in disguise.

Beneath his jewels

is a hunger

a dark hunger

that must be fulfilled.

The princess is in the tower

in the tower

hiding away.

She built that tower

high and mighty

trying to escape,

but there can be none.

The prince is coming,

is coming

to feast.

The hero of the story

will have his rewards.

And they will sing his name

through the history books

while the princess’ smile

on the page

fades.

The princess is in the tower

in the tower,

hiding away.

The witch is

just mothering magic

trying to save

the maiden

from the raid.

The prince is coming,

is coming

to feast.

The dragon is her

last hope,

but her fire

is slain.

The princess is cowering

in the tower,

hiding away.

We all know nothing

can stop the prince.

We have read the tales

we know the story.

We know he wins.

The princess in is the tower

weeping

cowering

as the prince

takes his

reward.