They say the silence is awkward when it consumes an entire room. But the thoughts are almost palpable. I'm surprised no one has noticed sooner. Thoughts of inequity. Fear of rejection. A concious sedation of self loathing and envy. Faces running on auto pilot in the few moments before everyone reaches for their phone to drown out the quiet. You can hear the girls comparing thighs and hair and dresses because although we know the media is a generous artist of flaws for the human form we still worry that they are right about us. Guys watching every twitch of lips and fingertips half of the room wants to scream while the other half wants to run but everyone is confused as to why. Awkward silence is preferable, though, to deadened conversation. The ones where we mention the economy or the war or the friend that died last week and no one knows if it was really an accidental suicide. Where we paint a picture of bleak servitude and lament our meager lots So we stay quiet except for the dinging of phones until its time to go home so that we can study for school and get a degree that we think we have to have. If only someone would question just how much pieces of paper dictate our lives Money Degrees Concert tickets. But no. We all just linger in the Awkward Silence.
every foreign word means love if you don't know the language you stand and nod and try to hold on but you're swept up in love
how easily we speak this mystic language? and how illiterate we are in our own interactions- affectionate half-romantic advances turning into mundane check ins and not even real conversations, after which both of us return to dwelling in made up homes, alternate americas and fantastic fables where we can be anything even in love?
You got me feeling Like a kid again ****** stomach feelings I've dated alot before And i know how to talk But with you It's weird New I don't know what to say Nor what to do Am awkward all over again Happy from the tinest Stupidest things Legs touching And am on cloud 9 How did i change so fast With you For you But again I will always Backoff Afraid To lose myself Or you Afraid Am not what you want
I Got a notice On the freaking Facebook That a piece of embarrassing Art Went viral That I did not Want to Is like Ebola Now everyone Thinks that I Madly in love With the Dalai Lama. I am a loser. Embarrassing.
Like a freak Ostrich I try to stick my Pretty face In a hole And breaks My **** nose. Ouch!!! Fidget spinner!!!! Embarrassing.
Then fumbled With dinner And the food Goes Flying Because of art And Broken nose Flying at my Dad. **** Embarrassing.
Your mouth fumbles When you call me baby The word is foreign. You are afraid. A mouse caught in the gaze of a snake. Will it slice your tongue if you say it too hard? Or too soft?
It rolls up your throat Pushes past your teeth with great strength Awkward and sounding slightly out of breath You mumble it between "hey' and "how are you" Squished and small Like it doesn't deserve recognition or even its own space.
You've wrapped it in fear Hoping that if you say it nicely Maybe somehow it will be less like a missile Maybe this time it won't hurt.
It is exotic to that mouth of yours. A rare commodity, A precious rock we have to excavate Our own romantic version of the sword in the stone
Rain falls, I cry Finally I match the sky I felt so out of place for so long The dripping makes a calming song Making me feel at home When I'm far from people I never feel alone Far away I run from fear However I can’t help but shed a tear The future is never something I could know I shiver, the rain turns to snow