"akward" poems
Dear Queen,
Are you real? Or just part of my imagination
Cos lately you've given my eyes an occupation
Staring at you is work, and everyone in the room is employed
That sharp dress cut my tongue out and got me speechless
If the dress could cut my head open and read my mind
The only thing it would see is a reflection of itself
Cos all I think about is you, and you may not be real
But you're true
The silence you cause in the room, when you walk in
People stop talking, its akward.
You're on stage, you steal everyone's attention, like a thief
Attention is really cheap, but not everyone pays attention.
Its crazy right? How a queen falls for a pauper
The only way I could ever leave, is if I ...
Stop thinking.
Yours truly
the boy at the back
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
That's why I came
Look at her!
A beautiful Latina goddess
Such full voluptuous *******
My goodness
Long black hair
She would not like me
I understand
I am not very manly
I am not good looking
I have an akward body
Better to be alone
To never be in love
She put her sweater on
Such a **** goddess she is
But I'll never talk to her
Or know her
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
A quiet evening
A man watering his lawn
As I walk up my street
Listening to jazz
The noise box
Is blaring
When I come home
Too much television
I'd like to turn it off
I walked up the street
My familiar akward shoulder
My familiar imbalance
I found a a branch
It made a tripod
And supported me
As I walked
It also served
As the horns
Of the cornuto
Or cuckold
As I put it over me
"Look at me, a cuckold"
Haha
The horns of a cuckold
No woman to cuckold me
Perhaps I am cuckolded by
The women I watch
In *** videos
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
Do I worship a God
Who will not fix me?
A God who doesn't care?
I spent years
Praying to Jesus
Seems He wasn't there
Just fix my akward shoulder
This is all I ask
Why should it be
Such a difficult task?
Now I know
What the hunchback
Felt like
The one who hailed
From Notre Dame
Walking on the streets
So ugly and so lame
Jesus healed people
When he lived
But he won't heal me
I have tried everything
Even physical therapy
My left shoulder
Is bigger than my right
And sometimes I cry about it at night
I write honest poetry
So you can see
The pain that lives
Inside of me
I dedicate this poem to
All people who suffer from
Physical problems
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
boredom is the moment
you start noticing
how your tongue
lays against your teeth
and the weight of the tongue
becomes heavy, akward, and
most uncomfortable.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
Her honesty is a thing thats rare,
a thing that causes most to stare.
Strangers hear of her akward jokes,
that may be acceptable around only blokes.
The smile that can lighten the dimmest of days,
only surpassed by the music she plays.
She gives and gives till she cries from stress,
which sends me into rediculous distress.
I cannot stand to see you sad!
for without you with me i look mad!
So heres to my friend,
who follows only her own trend!
Kay your great!
and a fantastic mate!
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 5:52 PM UTC
it was raining
that day after
class
seventh grade
and I,
socially akward
braces
gangly
quiet
abandoned my thick
black glasses,
tossed away
refrain
and
danced in it.
"get out of there."
this came from
my gym teacher
on duty
afterschool.
dripping wet,
I kicked a puddle
his way
in response.
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
Ugh,
We've all been on this same road
Yet, in a different speed
What messes me up most is what people chase after...
It seems they confuse what they want from what they need
I wonder at times, "is ignorance a disease?"
If you had it all would you be pleased?
Cross your fingers and drop to your knees
Speak to the lord and let your mind find peace.
(Hook)
Ugh, I've used this pen to write my untold story
Of the pain that came before the fortune
Of the mistakes that came before the glory
Those who now want attention that used to walk away and ignore me.
Ha...funny how things change
When you were young, heart was deranged
My mother classified me as insane
I was hiding behind my father's, God givin' name
Which took me to the top
Pressured never killed me, the injection never made me stop
Addict in his mind as its success he craves to find
Attempting to give his high school love his dark heart that resides inside (echoes)
Now I'm facing 25...
I haven't ever felt this alive
(Hook)
This is the verse that's ready to tell all
About my weak moments and drive that stalled
Wonder why she still hasn't called...
I've grown so much and dropped my flaws
I know you can change but you always carry
That inner monster, that's personally scary.
I hope I'm forgivin by my family and friends
I know time allows all to amend
Well, not all of my old friends
Some I wish the best for but otherwise could careless
Penny for my thoughts, I can't Payless
But you can walk in my shoes and obtain my daily stress
I wanna feel what the world feels
Hatred eyes and imperfection appeal
I'm akward as f&@k, so I keep my lips sealed
A starving artist hungry for a deal.
I've asked for prayer to obtain what It is that I want
For that I apologize God
The point I'm making is we need to overcome negativity, madness and greed
Let's focus on the beautiful, the wonderful, the idea of belief.
One more thing...
**Watch the angel that sings,
Find your tranquil spot in your mind where faith clings and how good positivity brings
This world is full of flowers that blossomed hate.
I want ya to show the world
How much one gracious action
truly creates.**
"Be the change you want to create"
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
There is a beautiful blonde
At the gym
I see every once in a while
Sometimes I want to tell her
She is the most beautiful woman
I have ever seen
Maybe it would make her smile
I have an akward shoulder
So she won't ever notice me
But that's okay
Maybe I will meet
A female companion one day
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
The rags to riches,
You know what's burried in the face,
The waiters ambitious nature,
A cooks heratige,
My friends are millionaires.
One day ill listen and
Learn about the secret
lives.
The rags to riches,
One day the cook will
want me to know,
and so will the waiter,
I always wanted a......
Do you think I can......
I know.......
One day my friends will open up
like a embarrased oyster.
What ever feels akward for week.
Goes away like a bad haircut.
I hope the bad hair cut never grows out.
Every face is bare and naked,
Tender eneouph to give kisses
the kisses that are couageous.
Ill never forget the times outside
my friends and I spent smuthering
eachother in lipstick. Thats what friends do
Friends kiss eachother when the days are helpless.
Tell me more about being a rapper.
Tell me more about your resturant.
Tell me more about being a laywer.
Ill kiss you and say the dreams never leave.
Ill kiss them all and say the dreams never leave.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
Misery is the root of happiness
Says the Tao Te Ching
I wander from place to place
My left shoulder
Larger than my right
At least I know
It's permanent now
Remember the stoic calm
I hope to meet more friends in life
Beautiful women
Please don't smile at me
Like this asian woman
I saw as I looked out
Across the offices
On the second floor
Beautiful she was
And I wonder what it would be like
Not to have an akward shoulder
To feel comfortable
In my own body
And to have a female friend
Same dull expression
Workout at gym everyday
Hear same meaningless expressions
Like "Step it up"
Please don't say that to that poor guy
Yes he was unemployed
Many people are in California
I practice the way of non striving
From time to time
I go through this life
The psychotherapist
Blah
She is gone now
A distant memory
And no
I will not contact her
Once I find a full time job
Like she suggested
That time is gone
And so the Taoist approaches life
As one meaningless moment to the next
He has not experienced
The union of man and woman
I cannot fix my left shoulder
Despite all the good physical therapy
Exercises I am doing
Why does it have to be bigger than the right
Oh well
That's life
Better to let go of all desires
Live in the present
The present moment is powerful
And that lady smiled at me
As if she could tell I was sad
I suppose so
I looked out on the horizon
As I did when I was young
Life
And Jesus will come one day
Who knows when
I hope heaven is a fun place
I just want to play golf there
And have female friends
I enjoy sweeping my home
And now I am going to pay a parking ticket
As my food digests
I am 30
And I have spent many hours
Alone
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
Yes I'm just
The dork in the dockers
My akward shoulder
On display
I'm not rich
Or famous
But that's okay
I'm content to be
The dork in the dockers
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
Hello Gollum
I see you sitting there
And what are you
Looking at
With great care?
I see, that fish too
And it is so good for you
It will be a tasty dish
I will eat with you
If that is your wish
I have long limbs
Kind of like you
A bit akward
Seems there is
Nothing I can do
I go unnoticed too
We have seen
Knights, elves, and dwarves
Pass this way
We just live off the land
It is our way
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
Painting with Sunshine
Awhile ago, I was asked
by my closest friend,
To write about happiness.
To no avail,
I wriggled thru the akward;
Painstakeing strokes; i
Summoned imagination
Thru the inspiration of hope...
But now, omw to see Shine...
I could sing divine.
My heart is sublime.
Happiness;
Tonight;
For Once is mine.
Upon a time.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
I may act a bit odd every now and then
You call me a puppy, but I'm fully human
Sure, in good weather, I roll down a window
And stick my head out as far as I dare go
Yes, I also stick my nose in the air and sniff
If I smell food, perfume, or anything amiss
And I might snuggle up to you at random times
When I feel lonely or can't keep open my eyes
Though I'm an introvert, I'm good with a pack
But with those unfamiliars, my social skills lack
I'm often quiet, but I can raise my voice
I bark loudly and howl with joy if given the choice
I can be a bit akward, pushy, or clumsy
But despite stupid mistakes and curiosity, I'm no dummy
Okay, you may have been right all along
That some part of me is that of a dog
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
My plain earth body
My dull face
Sometimes I like to think
Of my life
As one long
Boring movie
Just a bunch of scenes
But In this movie
I wasn't acting
I was just the cameraman
The guy filming the scenes
Any my brain
Can be compared
To the video camera
Here's a shot of me eating
Now filming exercise
Then at work
Then hitting golf *****
I imagine some people
Looking of the footage
Of my life that I took
They see me chipping golf *****
WIth that akward shoulder
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
If the world ended tomorrow
I would just say who really cares
I'd just be sitting under a tree
Laughing at all the people
Running here and there
I guess this is the end
I'd say
Oh no
Looks like
I never found
A female friend
And the therapist
Left me
Earth really blows
So if Russia drops a nuke
Or China deploys an EMP
I'll just be the guy
With the akward shoulder
Eating dried apricots
In some random tree
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
There Was A Good Guy
Who wanted to laugh
Who wanted to spend time
With people
Who wanted to have fun
Who wanted his life
Not to be so sad
And maybe he felt
A bit akward with his body
Or a bit out of place
In this world
He saw a therapist once
Who listened and left
I'm ready
For new experiences
But they never come
I watch funny comedies
Better to laugh
Than to sob
The afterlife must be nice
Or simply not to exist at all
Some may think that will happen
But I can't
That's what I'm doing here
Here and now
Not existing at all
Shut up in my room
Like Emily Dickinson
And there's always more
More of the body
I don't much care for
More time alone
More IPad hours
There is always more
Of the same
I'm grateful to the people
That comment on my poems
I really am grateful
Just one big empty world
Full of emptiness
Like some meaningless
Computer
Do I exist at all?
No, not really
I get my sense of self
From relationships
And human interaction
Okay Jesus guy
I'm waiting for you
To answer my prayers
About the loving female?
Oh that's right
You don't really answer prayers
For good genuine people
Like me
I've carried my cross
Just like any other soul here
I can ask kindly
Or in a more demanding tone
Doing the same thing
Over and over
And expecting different results
Was it Freusd who said
That was the definition
Of insanity?
Poor Matt
Poor Lonely Matt
Behind the Glass Walls
There is the world
And there is me
Behind the glass walls
Trying to make a connection
To something real
To something genuine
Tomorrow will I
Scale the heights
Of the mountain
I don't know
Perhaps I will
In the cold snow
Just wanted to lie down
With a woman to hug
There are something like 3 billion
Women on this planet
And I can't find or get one
Single one
By chance or circumstance
Just to hug and to hold
One day the world will end
They'll drop the bomb
The A-bomb
Crying and screaming
Can be heard throughout
The land
I lived some life
Close to the source
Of all life
Wandering in the mountains
I didn't meet my friend
Like I was supposed to
All I had was the hope
I'd meet someone
Why do I feel akward
In this body
Am I just a thinking brain
Just a brain?
I want to know people
I want to share laughter
Like the Buddhist monks
Of Tibet or Nepal
Like the Samoans
Or Scilians
Like the Portugese
Or Polish
You know what people do
Have dinners together
And relationships
And friendships
It's not just a fantasy
People do that
In other cultures
They love each other
They spend time with each other
They hug each other
Where is my hug
I face the sun
Waiting for the hug
That never comes...
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
Listening to a podcast
On the four noble truths
And the eightfold path
My akward body
Is still the same
My akward body
It will not change
I read on the back of some protein bar
"This bar is for the doers"
"For the busy,"
What a bunch of nonsense
I live inside a computer simulation
Non-doing
Non action
You know one day I realized
That no therapist
No amount of praying
Would ever fix my shoulder
Why did this happen to me?
I just want a normal shoulder
Good people like me
Suffering with a disability
Oh well
Same dull face
Yesterday
I lay against the rock
On the public library lawn
I listen to podcasts
My car is being fixed
I will walk akwardly
To the post office
Then to the gym
Just going through motions
Again and again
It's all meaningless
Plain to see
An absurd planet
It seems to be
The urge to eat
The urge to have an ******
Repetitive urges
Chipping golf *****
Relaxing I suppose
Bleh, blah, bleh
Ignored by women
I don't care
Look at that beetle
Walking over there
Human life
Is awfully dumb
Miserable taoist
Says a kind hello
A conversation with
A caring person
Would be fun
But my prayers
Remain unanswered
Guess they are not
That important anyway
Listening to more podcasts
On this day
Some cereal, yogurt
And oranges
I did eat
They really were
A delicious treat
Walking in and out
Of forest trees
Extinguishes all desire
Is how it should be
Beautiful and vain people
Everywhere
My dull earth body
I walk akwardly
Who cares?
From dust I came
To dust I shall return
This is my poem
Now its your turn
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
I met you in this akward Place
And now I always see your face.
On the Walls
In the Halls
On the trees
Through the breeze
I look around and all I see
Is your face smiling back at me.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
In visions,
a coy smile and akward way,
sweet and ****
on my side.
All my affections have been misplaced,
it has always been her.
Ive seen her shadows in other eyes and felt her tremors in others i touched,
but somehow i missed it and thought they were her.
Im sickened by her only being in my head.
Dec 9, 2009
Dec 9, 2009 at 6:54 AM UTC
Is
It wrong
That the thing
I miss when you're gone
Is the television's dull hum
The silence is lonely, but the absence is relief
That I can walk down into the kitchen without akward words or my *** getting grabbed
I
Turned on
NPR
And I felt at ease
More at home at night on my own
Than I've felt in a long time, am I so wrong if I
Can't
Say that
I'm upset
Somehow lost when you
Aren't at home in the evening hours?
And
That I'm
Not upset
That I don't have to
Justify every move and twitch
That I prefer to talk to the man who I can't judge?
If
It is
Wrong for me
To think like I do
(Though you do claim to read my mind)
I'm
Not sure
I can show
You who I am now
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
A loving female friend
I have not found
And probably never will
My shoulder remains akward
Yes---Still
I guess God
Is a clockmaker
And doesn't even care
Happy to leave me deformed
And alone
Standing over there
A bit of a joke
Life must be
Look at my shoulder
And you can see
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
A dream is coherent and predictable.
In that nothing is what it seems...
There random but not pointless.
Everything is simply but a means.
To a purpose, not one or two,
But a string of consciousness
So without further ado.
I dream of rain that I love so much.
That can move your soul and remove all anguish with its touch.
So easy to be taken for granted and unappreciated yet.
I was once taught to feel the rain, not just get wet.
I dream of something just as good as rain,
a crudely drawn globe that means the world to me all the same.
I dream of a mirror intolerable of lies.
That can gaze into your heart past any disguise.
So as the demons come out of the wood work and make you
Doubt what is true.
Look into the mirror and see the real you.
They are nothing but shadow puppets, toys in your path.
I dream that you disregard them with nothing but a akward laugh!
Lastly I selfishly dream that I’m remembered not with flare or style.
But by a strong courageous beauty with a killer smile,
so I can keep holding up the mirror intolerant of lies.
and you can finally see yourself through my eyes.
I dream of all these ideas and memories too.
But only when I dream of one person
, And that person is you.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Coffee and cigarettes are my only escape.
I got my cup of joe, my packs of stokes,
And I'm on my way downtown, to
Set up shop, and sing my cares away.
So, won't you sing with me,
'Cause its cold outside, and I'm kinda lonely.
Friday nights are always the same in this town.
Im looking up, but im feeling down.
So, ill light this cigarette and smoke the night away,
And ill hope that saturday will be the better day
When everything feels okay.
Coffee and cigarettes are best when shared with you.
Well go to the waffle house or your moms house,
and have a cup or two.
Yeah, i got friends, but they got friends,
And they have parties, and im so akward.
So whatta ya say, just as friends, we go see a movie
This weekend, alright? Okay
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC