Paramount Pawn
Paramount Pawn
Jun 4, 2015

Many people coming in
Should I even say they come here daily
Faces new
I don't even know who
How should I act
With these strangers
Not even given time to
Settle down with the first group
Then comes the other groups
Keep saying "hello" then walk away
I know it's rude
But I just can't interact

new people. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. ok ok what should i do with them??
#life   #people   #new   #strangers   #interaction   #settle  

Rules beget subversion.
Laws beget crime.

A begets Z.
1 begot ∞.

----- begets -----.
--- begot ---.

You fill in the blanks.
Please; i'm curious!

M Eastman
M Eastman
Nov 16, 2014

with a black sharpie smile
and two scissor holes
my brown paper bag face
lets me walk out the door
and interact with you
its safer in here
my brown paper bag face

Those wandering eyes,
never seemed as significant at the time.
How was I to know,
those eyes could see me,
see me the way no one else could.
The first interactions were the hardest.
You were shy.
As was I.
You would stand upon my feet,
as I stood on yours.
This became but a game.
How was I to know those first interactions
would change my life forever.

Dennis Alston
Dec 13, 2014

Concerning social interactions,
I've concluded after thinking,
They call such things relation"ships",
Because they're always sinking.

May 16, 2014

The difference
three little words
can make.

What are yours?

I kinda wanted to see if you could get what I mean. Three words that what I'm asking- It can be a sentence or three individual words...
Jan 11, 2016

And in her eyes, a familiar sight:
"If I let you consume me, maybe, I'll be whole."

Shefali Garg
Shefali Garg
Nov 9, 2015

Familiar places
Unfamiliar if
you don't give up
the comfort
Of the four walls

Unfamiliar places
familiar only if
you don't give up
the boredom
Of the four walls.

"_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is the new_ _ _    _ _ _ _ _ _ _   _   _."
    any word                         any vaguely related word

Fill in the blanks!
#in   #the   #blank   #interactive   #fill   #madlib  
May 18, 2014

I have grown accustomed to the way
silence forced itself upon my social interactions
like a guest who wasn't invited
but was let in anyway.

My eyes have memorised the dents
on these four walls
that I could draw infinitely
on maps of this bare surface.

Pencils have worn out,
I'm running low on graphite
so my life decides to turn itself
into the same shade of gray
that I use to write about it.

Books are doors to another world
but their handles have broken,
"Help!" I screamed,
I am locked into this lonely reality.

A social life
filled with ghosts,
and empty souls.

Nothing to give ,
Nothing to receive.

My social life atm
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