The Quiet One

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  No Houses

I'm not quiet I am just reserved.
Reading the lines in between my words.
3,2,1, zero.

Created: December 10,2020

I have no sunshine in my life,

it always rains on my day off, 

 one drop at a time.

only dark clouds roll by,

bleeding water.


It doesn't let me sleep

it doesn't let me dream

this space and time is horse whipped,

high sea doldrums 

floating in the middle of no where

arriving always'

at the same place,

stuck in a loop.


It has a powerful elegance,

within my eye, 

 the macula,

where all the cones become candy corned

deep within my colorful sight,

get me to thinking,

do I have power of Dracula,

over anything else,

when I give up authority,

to them.



Isolating myself,

from the ones I care about,

they have isolated me,

in silence.


They say I am the quiet one,

I do not speak so much.

Its hard to get a word in edge wise,

from my reserved solitude,

when everyone has

so many other things to talk about,

that do no even matter to me,

so why would I?




Submitted: October 15, 2018

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Keke Serene

I very much relate to this, doctor. So much chatter about nothing. The quiet one thinks of more important things, right?

Mon, October 15th, 2018 4:22am


The quest one is much more angry than the loudest one )))
People can be very annoying.
I wish I was a chipmunk )))

Mon, October 15th, 2018 10:52pm

Mike S.

Turn up the words, I'm hard of seeing, excellent, Doc!

Mon, October 15th, 2018 6:28pm


Love this Mike-ism !

Thanks for commenting, and I will try better, eventually to have things sound a little clearly.

Wed, October 17th, 2018 5:00pm


Brilliant -- quiet ones where feelings run deep as well as thoughts. One of my favorites, Doc!

Fri, October 19th, 2018 1:38pm


Its based on a true story, little quiet me, surrounded by a bunch of chattering "conversationalists" getting no where with their words, while I sit and smile and listen, wasting my time, when they could have, should have, and ( because of my quiet tongue) never bother to, ask me what I think, feel, see, or have to say.

Gives me pause, to just not bother anymore, and keep to myself; they apparently do not need me around, and do quite well on their own, even when I am in their present company, silent, so perhaps my "physical" departure is what it takes, for them to take notice; thinking back to themselves in retrospect, I wonder what he would have said.

Too late. )))) Enjoy, the silence.
Eh, something like that.

Thanks, Hulls ))

Fri, October 19th, 2018 6:58pm

Kossettes Novellettes

Im a talker usually so not sure if i fall under the same spectrum....but the best way to learn about the people around is to ask questions :)

Fri, October 19th, 2018 2:44pm


I'm a quiet one as well. I think this writing is excellent, Doc.

Sat, December 1st, 2018 9:42am

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