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Ruby Forestt Mar 2014
to call us lovebirds, dating, etc.
to our faces, like just another mask we wear
ain't quite right, like the lack of function in broken hearts;

we're in love (if what i think about is mutual)
but we'd never take the extra step
unlike our own shy and socially awkward flaws.
Owen Gemmer Jun 2015
I’m told to let loose,
To let what loose?
“On the dance floor… on the dance floor,
let loose on the dance floor, Owen”

But… But…
To let loose is to lose;
to lose control.
Going “where the music leads”
is a new, scary place.

Everything must fit, must make sense;
Moving, swaying, ‘dancing,’ don’t.
What is there to gain
besides a common sense of…
awk
wardness?

“You’ll dance your way closer
to each other” (somehow).
But why grow closer in body?
Why not grow closer in mind?
Let us talk, dig beyond the surface.
“May I have this conversation?”

I’ll share my thoughts, my self,
and you’ll share yours.
So it will go, finding its own rhythm:
sometimes slow, methodical;
sometimes quick, passionate;
always common, enthralling.

Only then, with our intellects engaged,
engaged with each other’s,
can we truly dance:
the beautiful dance of the mind.
Aljen deGuzman Apr 2015
There are people who tend to either ramble
or stay silent when they’re nervous.
I am unfortunately one of those people
who just won’t shut up when nervous.
Nervous rambling makes me say stupid things
like the sky is red or my shoes are purple
when the sky is clearly blue and my shoes are
clearly black. I might have a conversation with someone
about sports and suddenly say, “You should totally
play this video game.” There are days where I’ll put
on a mask and pretend that I have confidence.
One of those days where I felt like I took
a few too many shots of something strong and
gain the false confidence of talking to that girl
that I’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes.
While I’m walking towards this girl, my mind
screams for me to stop. My body won’t stop.
While I’m talking to her, I tell myself to shut up.
Instead of shutting up, I talk out of my *** and
recite a poem about how I can’t shut up.
Deb-O-Rah Sep 2014
A crowded room, I just dance, finding solice beneath the mask.
Friends they chatter laugh and squee, every one enjoying humanity.
Pulse is racing, words they vanish I can't stand this.
I wish I could join the crowd and interject some interlect.
Instead the panic steals the magic and now its to late, oh woe is my fate.
Stuck inside my own head, is it time yet for my bed?
Slip away quietly drinking my sobriety, hoping that next time my courage will win and I can finally play my part, instead of dancing in the dark.
Steve Raishbrook Apr 2014
When your head gets stuck in the ground there’s a feeling all around, you’re too tall, too small, too fat or too thin, people judging you everywhere, you never know what tomorrow might bring.  

This feeling inside grips you tight, keeps you awake at night, haunting you till the morning light.  You want to scream loud and true to let everyone know what you’re really going through.

This feeling inside haunts you while you work, it’s always on your mind, everyone just says you’ll be fine, you try to fight it but it just simply won’t be fought

With this feeling inside you never understand who you’re friends are, who they might be, who’s talking behind your back, who’s truly on your side, when will this feeling finally subside?

You’re constantly looking for a route out from this feeling inside, all the while it slowly wears away at your soul, facing it every day is begging to take its toll, this feeling inside comes over like a tidal wave that’ll follow you to your grave.

— The End —