[yhwhchild7]

...and then I come back to my "senses" and realize I rock! (whew! almost had a vulnerable moment! that was close!)

[Dralud]

Fewf! I thought for a second there that i was alone... Thanks yhwhchild7 !

[INTJ_Pyromaniac]

I've written a lot of poetry...this is my favorite.

Angel Amongst Women

Gazing, deep into her gorgeous eyes, losing myself in their wondrous beauty, I belatedly realize,
she is, slowly leaning her head toward me, gazing at me, with half closed eyes. As time seems to slow
to a snail's pace, I slowly, lean my head toward her, filled with a blissful numbness as I realize, what
I've wanted for a long time is about to happen. And just before our lips meet...I wake up, and sadly
realize, it was, but the sweet torture known as a dream. Sadly sighing, I get up, and get ready. Thinking
over the angel amongst women, whom I care so deeply about, knowing, that my dreams, will remain
just that. After all, why, would she, who could have almost any guy she wanted, want me, an insect
amongst men. However, I cannot still the rapid beating of my heart, at the thought of my dream, of an
angel, amongst women.

I cannot focus on schoolwork, which seems incredibly dull, in comparison to what I am
thinking about. Her. Her laugh, that I would do almost anything to hear. Her smile, that I would give
almost anything to see. Her elegant, beauty. And her beautiful eyes, that I could easily lose myself in.
But that is just her outer beauty, which pales in comparison to her inner beauty, as the darkness of the
new moon, pales in comparison to the brightness of the sun. Her kindness, her caring, her gentleness.
Her passion, toward the things she loves, and her controlled ambition. Her intelligence. Her willingness
to work hard. Her happy nature. Her dislike of hurting others. Her respectfulness toward herself, and
others. Her desire to help others. And her emotional strength. Everything that makes her, an angel,
amongst women.

Sighing sadly, knowing, she'll never be more than a good friend, though she is, one of my
closest friends....and the knowledge of the fact, that she doesn't consider me to be more than an
acquaintance, and even that being born from pity. Knowing that if she were to know everything about
me that I do, that she would avoid me like the most horrible of plagues. Snorting derisively at the
idiocy of my thinking, that she, who could have almost any guy she wanted, would want a loser, like
me, who is an insect, amongst men. But none of that matters. What matters, is if she's happy. If she is
happy with someone, then I will do everything I can, to make sure that happiness stays, that she is with
whoever will make her happy, as long as they do so. Despite it ripping my heart to shreds, if will help
her, be with whoever she would be happy with, as her happiness, means more to me, than my own,
after all, I care so much for her, and my happiness, the happiness of an insect, amongst men, is nothing,
in comparison, to her happiness, the happiness, of an angel, amongst women.

[INTJ_Pyromaniac]

That poem I just posted weeeeeelll.....let's just say that it's about a girl, who I really love....not an easy thing for me to do. That's why it's my favorite and also the poem I think I did the best on..

[ineophytetj]

Good job, Pyro. The effort was worth it.

[INTJ_Pyromaniac]

Thank you.

[RericA]

hahaha... I think the next time someone from another type makes a generalization relating to how INTJs supposedly don't have feelings I will have to refer them to this thread hahaha.

[Blue Ocean]

A haiku I came up with (because someone asked me to do one a while back - I don't randomly do poetry):

The flower withers
Petal falls on wilted earth
New shoot takes its place

I call it 'Circle of Life', for hopefully obvious reasons.

[keyso]

I don't write poems, I write manuals. I can however share with you my favorite poem, it is written by the fictional character Data on Star Trek TNG, and it's called "Ode to Spot" (spot is his cat.)

Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communications
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.


edit: although it is a joke of sorts, the last two lines always bring a tear to my eye. Weird stuff. :)

[IncredibleMouse]

The Love

The desk. The drawer. The dove. Is dead.
The window. The willow. The woman. Is dancing.
The room. The rage. The ringing. Is deafening.

The bed. The box. The book. Is diary.
The pages. The paragraphs. The purpose. Is despair.
The clock. The circle. The clicking. Is fading.

The doorway. The den. The dark. Is frightening.
The mind. The maze. The memories. Is failure.
The floor. The flask. The fluid. Is fatal
The love. The lost. The lesson. Is final.


Desperate Mary

She prayed in fright fearful of a tazing
guns bright blazing
left with a grazing

Mary spent the night and wondered
could it not have been right, rather than she hungered
her situation escalated as she plundered

Now shes running like a rocket
without a penny in her pocket
unless you've been there, don't knock it


Information Warfare

I'm a bit angry at this point. Max returned with nothing.
Just requesting it wasn't going to help. I'm going to have to retrieve a key.
I made a call to Bachman, who has no relation, and tried to get a union of the minds.
Max and Bachman discussed the tactic at length. They seeked and derived a plan.
In walks Cartesian (yes he's foreign) with a pervasive barrage of children.
I could barely constrain my composure, but managed to fire off a request for truce.
This was hashed out, granted, revoked and rolled back. I angrily scribed some notes in my growing log.
I needed coffee while I tried calling my parents. I ripped up my notes into torn pages. It was many to one.
Upon return I found them all set at one table holding a tiny sign with Suspect written on it.
I decided to ask the all-seeing oracle if I could dump this heap. She was busy merging with an entity on the couch.
I fell flat even after contacting Beap, and Treap. I was in a paradox with no backup plan.
Deadlocked between detachment or dumping acid on them, I just walked away without violating my integrity.
There's probably more to this, but, my friends I'm not that type of operator. There will be no sequel.

* This all might have been posted already, but I can't remember, and don't frankly care if I re-post. :)