"awk" poems
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.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I put my headphones in
No music playin
Just to muffle out the background noise
Of all they're sayin ,
all the empty conversation
I'm secretly sat here craving
From Better days when
This paranoia wasn't constantly
Invading my brain and
I could entertain it
Sit here without fear
Cause I was going somewhere
With people I could call friends
Without questioning motivations
Unquestioning motivation
Faltered
Now sleign , altered
And warped by blame
checked into the Awk-ward
I wait in urgency
hoping This was no accident
And I'll imerge and see
The bigger picture
Fat-e
But for now I shrink
Violently
Weight droppin off of me
still feelin heavy
Propped up on this bus seat
Weighing up whether
I should miss my stop
Cause I'm not sat near the bell
And God forbid I ask someone for help
Cause then they'd have to look at me
But don't look at me,
Don't you dare look at me!
I can't face you today
I can't even face me
That's why I don't take a window seat
And you have to begrudgingly
Shimmy past me to take yours
Or walk past to the back
Silently cursing me
I wish you'd sing instead
I've got no music playin
Clear my head
lend an Ear-nestle next to me
Did I not earn your earnesty?
If I've got your back
Won't you back me?
Or will I turn round
Reach out
Only to find your shadow stretchin
Out of reach
Like a weary soul-dier
you take your leave...
I try to shake mine off
Anxietree
Break some branches,
Tryin to get free
Oh-live!
They Silently scream
But I'm struggling
To even make it off my seat
Go live
In three
But I can no longer perform
Go on without me
Forget me
Only thing on the way up
Is mum's spaghetti!
Need some Bob Marley
Get up, stand up
But my legs won't let me!
Musics off
So it's down to me
Get up, stand up
Used to be so easy
Get up stand up
Your bus stop is here
No music playin in my ear
But right now I could do
With a mellowdy
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
I ****** up.....once again.
no, 6x8 doesn't equal 46, it's 48.
I know, well is an adverb, and I said I'm doing good.
Oh, he's there. I'll just flip my hair. **** I don't have hair.
I've known myself for 17 years, and I just spelt my last name wrong. awk
It's quiet, and I don't even know what that burp sneeze cough sound that just came out of my mouth was. So I will hum for now.
I'm singing passionately and loud because this is my song, that I apparently don't know the lyrics to. Why me.
and then finally, I couldnt explain how I felt.
but in all that was ****** up,
he understood me.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
He knew that he was an Alien, He knew that he was peculiar, He knew that he was different, He knew the Air-Prince would continue to encourage others to Strike-Out at Him~ whether they knew the meaning of that which he spoke ! They even made fun of his name~ they would blurt out~ There goes "AWKARD AL" ~ Words bellowed out~as if to a 100psi ! ! They tried to throw enough "HOT" words to Blister~His Back. Then one day, while at a concert, a few moments before it was to begin,~ a LOUD Murmuring ~ hovered over the audience. and in Unison they proclaimed ~"There sits ALDIN AWK, the man whose words Bristle with Brackishness .! and they~.....Chanted in unison " His words Bristle with Brackishness" , they repeated the chant over and over. Aldin stood up, the crowd thinking ~that He was about to leave the concert. To their surprise~ he walked to the stage~ was handed the microphone~ bowed his head for a Moment...... and as He began to speak~ "EVEN GREATER WERE THE BRISTLED WORDS OF BRACKISHNESS" that came from him thru the tears "Pouring forth" ....
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 7:52 AM UTC
Grimly smiling
At this leg of the race how'd you think I got it made
Done had me some power but never got paid
I volunteered my hours while being mentally slayed
Brain slashed so I lashed out by never sleeping though life always layed me out
Knocked down, ears ringing
Is this my calling?
To stand up taller, am I meant to be a crawler?
I'm not a zombie, I'm just hurt
That you'd think I can't escape the fate set on me, I don't live in hell but I feel burnt
I don't watch burnt movies on the disc though, wouldn't fit in at the disco
I stream em online, I want to get fit but I'm too busy waiting for the video to load
Then the **** thing lags, maybe it's a sign
To use my legs and get buffer
But I didn't brace myself to be cast in this role
Done capped my knees durability and out came my knee cap
Then people finally noticed that I was hurt, but it wasn't my limb they should've been concerned about
But I'm not here to pout, hell I'm getting help
I'm just here to say
When you're ready to give up
Life hits you even harder
To remind you that you're tougher than any doubt you've ever had
You can handle more than even a hurt body, brain, or mind
You ain't dead till you die
You ain't high till you fly
You ain't ahead until you try
It's a lot like rugby, even when the magic rug be out of reach
You can still be a-lad-in joy
There's something about dodging and taking hits that's enthralling
Chaos is beauty
If you don't just let it be but let yourself succeed
A little sweat and blood to get the lead
In the rain wet and loud, passions what I bleed
And obstacles are what my slightly enlarged heart pumps, what it beats
But sometimes I'm choking on led
My lungs are the weapon that gave me a shot, and onlookers say "You're rhymes have no pattern B, so the way you write things is awk, see?
How's this for an ox-c *****
I'm suffocating on oxygen
Asthma attack at nine months old didn't stop me, a close call they said
But more like a call received
Because looking back now I know my purpose
Is to breathe
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
DO-liciously said i fell in Love
be()()Tween your most'ist gloriously
grand trait Oars swiftly guided my
strong and long co AWK went the
swallow chasing her boyfriend
and babies are beautiful in
Spring.
:: 03.11.2020 ::
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC
though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
surges thru me,
when audibly communicating, enunciating,
and speaking English words
as if hi ken run
a marathon, or zip to the moon,
(take as cheesy tong in cheek)
from this pun
gent, who relishes reading for my eyes and ears
asper myself, which purported nun
sense ink reese sees learn'n
den earn an award,
especially wash'n black board
den breathing intelligent dust
from eraser head could awk cord,
I utter Hieronymus Bosch, bing enamored,
and aye actually confess
tubby a model United Nations chimp
pan zee, and/or other
type of survey monkey hook can huff ford
Old Rotten Gotham horde
sliding down into the behavioral sink...
exclaiming "oh me jack lord"
and getting rescued then getting less on,
sans get'n taut how (muss elf George Eliot)
tubby comb moored
flossed, milled, and taut
tubby trained for Operation Ready Date
by a coop pull oof oot standing chap,
named Adam West, who poured
salty epithets (reminding me, as they roared
that life iz brutal, short and nasty),
part tickly ne'r the end
wharf hew scored
and majority got de toured
until emotionally, physically,
and spiritually enlightened
By Rabindranath Tagore and Burt Ward.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
you monolith the shade of my footsteps
(let’s fluctuate our emotion
so that when
you ***** in puddles
you can feel my dry comforter skin
and I
will repeat your dimples
when I’ve misplaced my humor)
you makeshift my silly condolences
(let’s pretend
that all is everything alright
and when
the wiser awk
wardly
pass their sympathy
we can shrug jumpy
joy)
you harmonize my musings
(let’s crouch
flinging insouciant
postulations
without proper schooling
with bona fide
elation)
so that I may be your noone
when you are my anyone.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Finger strokes attacking the keyboard…
Nothing to do, so he typed a few…he must be bored
Mind state blank Equivalent to a chalkboard…
He stares into empty space…and finds it a little bit awk-word
That someone was sitting in the same spot, with a different posture…
Opportunity cries indubitably, to write what the mind ponders
To think vast is the life of wonder…thoughts spark ideas…what is swelling down yonder?
Looks like a field of opportunities...arm stretched wide..close to reach, goals aren't necessarily gold
But they are soon to be...this is the land of outlandish style and unity...primitive tech collides via space and speech
Calamity is a fade...to serenity we retreat...outer extremities absorb energy then repeat..
It's exciting to be alive today & the following week
What does the future bring....who do we seek?
Embrace what you see in good company
For life doesn't revolve around a money tree
Enjoy the fruit when it falls for it is a Taste of luxury
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
I feel like adding in my own little melody
with a black hawk heaven diving down the butterfly
with a shockwave central beating at the art of a dragonfly
with a *** tim tim to my aching heart that sinks below
when I hear of damaged goods on their way to my feet
when I hear of damaged goods on their way to my feet
and I pick up a handful of sand, and I walk down the beach
and I look up, my hair is in curls and it is soggy
fluff and stuff and I'm carrying sea shells
the shockwave at the center of the body
beating itself, beating itself
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
i have had such a magnificent time here
on mama earth
been loved with so much abandon
been tried by so many woes
fallen down so many times
and always got back up
been without but never really
been destitute for
I always had on my shoulder
this little you
telling me in my ear gentle
whispering a few words
to keep me true calling me to wake up
stupid and see things real,
a little you my conscience
that scolded me when I did
wrong
and told me true
to not be too bold nor proud
when I did true.
A little bird like word on
my shoulder cawing talking like
a **** parrot,
awk
and I knew what it meant.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Am I socially awkward?
Or am I observant?
Calculated even?
Putting worth into each, pause, "um", "like", pause again, hand gesture, smile, lack of smile, eyebrow raise, and any glance not toward my being during conversation for a duration longer than five seconds
Taking this worth and submitting it to an algorithm to decode temperament, interest and respect
And if said worth equates to a value lower than myself esteem I feel
Betrayed
Lonely
Abandoned
In that moment of eternity
That's not awkwardness
That, is purgatory
.........
Awk-ward
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
Gross son of a ***** I am
I do ****** hand stands
By myself
I have like 0 real friends
...no best frands
I'm extremely socially awk
I'm weird according to society
And I've yet to accept it
I hide in the past for comfort
Who am I?
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC