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Sharde' Fultz Aug 2014
it comes and goes they say. Bringing life to awkard ways. Stimulating awkard minds on lonely days. wastes away in intrinsic minds,repressed.
hapless beautiful thoughts used as insipid grumblings in a harvest without seed.
It is a must.a need.a gift
times' vacation, times' digress.
MS Lim Mar 2016
' Do you understand me?'
A most awkward question to pose
It weakens you and the addressee
Senses your insecurity-- with a sneering nose

Would come the reply:
'What do you take me for--a fool?'
Think before you speak
You command respect when you are sure and cool.
barnoahMike Sep 2011
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"  ....
copyright 2011     barnoahMIKE      Mike Ham
Jamy Jun 2014
Anxiety lies in humility
Anger lies in embarrassment
Life lies between dimensions
We'll never understand
Only comprehend in the secular aspect
So self aware
Emotions interbreeding
Into a cesspool of confusion
The sky changes at night
And science has told us why
But I can't fathom
A textbook telling me
How to live
When my pen leaves the paper
I rarely have much to say
Quite speechless for a poet
I've been told
But I've found that
My discomfort lies in fear
And my happiness lies
In companionship
Novels could be bound
From the amount of
Papers that I like to call
Goodbye letters
Rather than suicide notes
Because I constantly live on the edge
Of wondering which dimension is lonelier
And trying to please those around me
Black eyeliner turns gray
When it smudges or fades away
And as I've aged
My emotions have done the same
I used to write prophecies in my journal
Of things I would and wouldn't accomplish in life
But instead of climbing a mountain
I tried popping pills a few times
Theres a certain ring to being lonely
Since I'm so keen at being alone
75% of the time
Self isolation has made me untouchable
And not in the invincible fashion
Because shying at every hand on my cheek
Has a proven ability to ****
Tiny pieces of me
Pretending to find strength in apathy
Has taken a bat to my knees
But I'll walk with my sea legs
Until I fall overboard
I can only hope
That by the time I slip
I open up enough
For somebody to grab my hand
Without seeing the reflex
Of going into my emotionally void
Black hole heart again
stillhuman Dec 2020
With ease
my skin feels yours
and scars meet soft kisses
of red lips bruised
by whispered words
of love so strong
it bruised our hearts too.

Even time stills
to allow our hands to connect
and lock a promise
I'd repeat forever again.

The moon watches over us
in this fragile moment
filled with nothing but
our vulnerability.

A present
An offering
To you, my love

As we melt
in this everlasting fraction
of Time that's only ours.

Your eyes shining with
more than my troubled
awkard simple words
could ever dare to explain.

Ineffable is your elegance when
your velvet touch
makes me shiver.
Gives me peace.

A warmth you gift to me
with such strenght from
snapping all the ties
keeping you in a dark dungeon
full of voices, neither yours nor mine.

But it's fine my love,
We can bring down
all your walls
with nothing more
than our passion.
For you i would have changed my walls into stepping stones.
Mary Alexander Oct 2015
You think love is a game.
That another persons heart is an experiment.
And though I love you,
I can't watch you dance in circles.
This awkard, hurtful
Relationship without a purpose.
I could give wisdom
Help, advice,or comfort.
But I'm too angry to speak.
To angry to put in much effort.
Yayyyy
Danielle Rose Jan 2013
It starts with a bubbling feeling
that fills then over flows
your cords start vibrating
your stomach knots and hurts
as you slap your knee
and threat urinating
toppled over in a joyous
social transaction
one that turns awkard to ease
and crippling pain into soulful healing
The greatest act to share with someone who cares
There's lots of magic in the little moments spent lost in uncontrolable laughter
Demarsa Walpool Dec 2018
What a lucky day. "I thought to myself".
Living Love Life
There she goes.
Beautiful Black Wife.
Awkard silent.
The sun is starting to sat.
Awkard face signals.
Where the smiles at?
My mind can be mix-signaling.
Days before confrontation.
But, we left that where the heart's at.
Follow your heart PHAT.
KEEP THE ONE WITH THE MONEY NOW.
What a LUCKYDAY for ME.
Again follow my HEART I've been stabbed in the back.
betterdays May 2014
the currency of
grieving is in....

casseroles and soups,
left with notes,
on the back doorstep

flowers, bright, beautiful
and fragant,
delivered by gangling, teenage boys.

awkard silences and cups
of lukewarm tea.
mumbled condolences and
too tight hugs

late night rememberances,
after,
far too many drinks

tears, laughter and
in-house jokes...
photos, stories and 
space for quiet reflection.

these things are...
the dollars and cents
of  grief for a friend

but when all is, said
and done....

i would much prefer
to be penniless,
begging on the street,
with pockets empty
and moths for friends.
but alas that is not to be...

people's kindness in grief
is both binding and unbinding..... but always
well intentioned
I was famished
As my curves started to grow
Knobby knees and a little *** belly
******* that had started to bloom
Like a seed that turned to a rose
Hair grew in places underneath
Men started to turn there heads
My dresses were getting awfully short
But momma could not afford any more
My round backside boys started to notice
I felt awkard and unaware
****** spilled over into my *******
Sitting in church thinking of how I sinned
Deep into the night
My fingers would find me
Digging desperately at this tiny spot
Over and over all the time
My salvia wetting the tips of my fingers
As I dip inside
Trying to hush my moans
Yet they escape
I wish I could ******* own
Squeezing my thighs
I was taught this is wrong
But this thrist is something I need
This obsession is the only thing I have
Into the dark with quiet thoughts and a carnal need
lost thoughts Dec 2014
Die Wahrheit? Ich mag dich.
eine Menge. Du machst mich
glücklich. Du machst mich
laugh.You're smart.
Du bist anders.
Sie sind ein wenig verrückt,
und awkard und
Ihr Lächeln allein kann
mein Tag!
Tife Ibinaiye Apr 2014
Every human around me
That knew of our US
Keeps wondering and saying to me
"What is so spectacular about him"?

I look into my heart and say
If only you knew the height of love we
Got to or the tears we shared
Our eye contacts among crowds
Or the awkard kisses at unexpected times.

I wake up to the fact that
You just Went with the flow
And never got attached as I did
It was all a game to you.
betterdays Mar 2014
you are,

my beauty to behold,
my strength to grow old,
my youth blessed, de-messed,
clean clarity, clear faced best.

you are,

my light in dark stairwells,
my long lingering farewell,
my langishing sighs
and final goodbyes,
rueful, regretful, redfaced rest.

you are,

my trial and tribulation,
my awkard salutations,
my pause in transmission,
stupid, careless intermission,
flayed, flensing, flesh rending test.

you are,

my hope for brighter,
my hearts renewing delight,
my compass' new bearing,
fresh, freedoms flight
upward, ever upward
from dark nights behest.

you are,

my inside, outside, beside,

you are,

my internal, eternal guide,
my passion, my power, my pride.

you are,

looking  back at me,
from the mirrors' inside.
Ariel Taverner Jan 2016
If you were Any Other Girl......
I wouldn't be writing this

If you were Any Other Grl......
All of these thoughts that stumble around my head like drunk men trying to find their way home wouldn't exist
And I say drunk men because it's easy to understand sober men
Yet these thoughts seem inexplicably intricate....

If you were Any Other Girl......
I'd be able to decipher all of these emotions and realize that after seven drafts of a poem I should probably give up on trying to explain that if I could I would nail my hands to the very stars themself if only it would give me a tongue crafted of pure gold....
Maybe then I'd be able to explain to every passing stranger how I can see a masterpiece in your very smile

If you were Any Other Girl.....
I wouldn't stumble over wanting to kiss you

If you were Any Other Girl.....
I wouldn't want to brush your hair back slowly, acting like a walking cliché in the desperate hope that your smile would inject my pitiful heart with enough courage to lean in and just be close to you

If you were Any Other Girl....
I would have kissed you a hundred times over

But you see the truth is that......
You're not Any Other Girl
You're gorgeous
Your smile seeps into me like water soaks into the parched land and gives it new life
Your hair seems to have a life of its own and I can't help but think that if you were Medusa's daughter, being turned into stone would be worth it because the last thing imprinted on my vision would be a walking artwork
And what I want you to know is that when you smile I feel the precious bud of bravery blossom within my chest
And I manage to convince myself that I will kiss the most beautiful girl I've ever had the privilege of knowing
Yet when confronted with a face as pure as a Mondrian painting
And more beautiful than a Vermeer or a Botticelli
Massive waves seem to form over me and I stand beneath behemoths of beauty and I laugh.....as these waves crash over me
My inconsequential bravery is washed away in the face of your beauty as I realize for the first time that this girl is....... worth the frustration
She is worth the wait
Worth the energy
Worth the embarrassment of letting an awkard attempt at a kiss melt into a more awkward hug....
But the simple truth is.....
You are not Any Other girl
You.
Are.
Worth.
The.
Journey.
And I can not wait to savour as much of it as I can with you
" She broke me and I'm still waiting for the repairwoman."
Jenni Apr 2015
Serendipity.
Not to be confused
With Serenity.
Because I'm anything but serene
When I keep running into you.
Flustered
Panicked
Awkard as hell, sure.
Serene?
Not so much.

I have this strange idea
That we're like moths to flame.
Who's the moth
And who's the flame?
All I can say is that I thrive in night
And you always created your own light.

I'm afraid to touch you.
I'm afraid to burn.
But I'm smoldering inside
And it's starting to hurt.

My wings were careless.
I got too close.

Alight

Ablaze

It's alright

Your gaze

Will be the last thing I see.
That's good enough for me.
#d
Vampyre Kato Jun 2016
I Know You Heard In The Sky
These  Wings Were Maid To Fly
Every Night I Pray That I Wont Take My Life
When I Awake I Want To Die
I Aplogize Okay
You Deserve A Reply
Its Difficult For Me To Have Company
Than Say & Waive Good Bye
I Cant Put You Through These
Tunnels
Of I'm A Stay Then Walk Away
Cos Your Heart Has Enough Pain.
I Been Using Awkward Things To Paint
I Want To Live To See Such Things As Dreams  Display
Obviously Thats Why My Body Has Not Sailed Away
My Heart  Is So Open
I Wont Owe No Hell To Pay
I Walk With ****** Boots
Through Roots Of Doom Each Day
Your Happenings  Are Happening
& This Is Just The Way
Pain Crys Rain
In A Scarf  Box Angle
Angels Are The Rainbow
If It's Sunny Why Am I Feeling
Funny Why Won't The Rain Go
Cost The Pain Wont
I Push  Every Woman Away Even Guys To
My Mother & Father  Ran Out Of Supplies  
I Never Had Somebody By My Side
It's Always Temporary
I Don't Have A Sanctuary
Its Very Scary
I Pick Up Vibes
& I Might Get Em Twisted
ALTHOUGH
I'M Calling Cost I'm Dying
Crying Giant For Eye Lids To Listen
Let Me Break Down My Vision
Remember That Night
That Awkard Light In My Kitchen
When I Was Fed Up With Ascension  & I Was Flipping Position
& You Said Kato Your Fine
Your Tripping
I Been There
I Know My Mission
Then Then Next Week Out Back Of Class You Confessed
You Felt Something Missing
I Guess The Facts To Your Path
You Slamed On My Ash
You Didn't Have A Grasp
On The Wishing
Wrong Or Right
Is Not A Point  Of View
Just To Get My Point Across I Had To Point A Few
Real Situations
I Refuse To Be Infused With Distant Visitation
& When I Speak Of Separation
I'm Blamed
& I Cant Take It
I'm Done Being Anxious
I'm Done With A Relations
Im Dead Or On Vacations
betterdays Sep 2014
as the hands ever unseen,
push forward,
the tines of time,
i lie with eyes open,
but it must be said,
with a desperate desire
that they be closed.

i listen to the wind rail,
against it's perpetual,
homeless state.
fury has been it's nature,
this past long night
and has doubled
the occupancy of this old
king bed,
sprawled beside me now safely asleep,
is a tangle of blucat and small, but growing to fast, child
both resting, hard up against the lee- side of the man mountain.
all creating a purring, snuffling, snoring thing,
that has an equal measure
of comfort and annoyance, circulating within my brain.

outside the house,
something has come adrift, but not enough, to blow away and it bangs in an awkard thunking rhythm agin the side of the house.

in the bed it is warm
and slightly sweaty.
outside of the bed,
it is crisp and overcool.
outside the window,
the sky is lightening,
to a grey that portends...
a long day

i make my choice
and leave the warmth in search of, the first of,
far too many coffee's

and the unseen hands,
still move,
the tines of the
old grandfather clock.
ever onward, everforward.
Fish The Pig Jun 2014
People say I look down a lot,
And that when I walk my eyes are glued to my feet.
Looking at people feels awkard to me,
But more than that it hurts.
It hurts to look up and see all the beautiful people
And their beautiful clothes
and everything else in sight which only exists
to enhance their beauty.
I look down because when I look up,
I see people I once knew
Who were no better looking than I,
And have now grown up to resemble queens and goddesses.
I look down because I’m ashamed of my own appearance.
I’m ashamed that all these beautiful people
Will have to look at something so ugly.
I can’t help but wonder why all my old friends
Grew up to be beautiful, and remained together,
And left me,
All because I’m ugly.
I’m not pretty
Or funny
Or interesting
I’m just sort of here…
I was pretty and blonde and skinny as a child
And my glasses were easy to disregard
But their beauty enhanced
And I turned to muck
And stuck to the bottomn of their shoes
Hoping to be near them
But they only wiped me on the welcome matt
And slammed the door in my face.
I can’t help but wonder why
Everyone is so beautiful
Yet I remain
Ugly.

That is why I don’t look up.
betterdays Oct 2017
at one time, for a time,
you were my greatest love
at one time, for a time,
i could not have hated you more
at one time, for a time,
i could not live without you
at one time for a time,
i wished you dead

and now I see you in the park and feel nothing
it is like passing a stranger, albeit with a haunting face
we see each other, look away and then come together
we speak with awkard grace, making the smallest of talk
before hastening away, knowing that bridge
was long made ashes and we were calling across the abyss

at one time, for a time, our hearts beat as one,
synchronous and now our tempos are so different,
the past only an offbeat echo.....heard faintly on the wind
i wish you well my erstwhile friend....my forgotton lover
that moment when you see a past lover, and the awkward conversation you have...... before gratefully parting....knowing the past is the past...
have you seen his bone legs
crack and bend when he walks
awkward around strangers
he needs to cut them off
have you seen his mouth
the way that he struggles
no words will come out
its empathetic and clear
never good enough
he needs to take his scissors
and cut it off
and have u seen his face
is dark and undiscovered
and thats the way it will stay
disgusting,
ill take that one there
his face is unmarked and brave
have you seen his eyes
their crawling plastic shape
have you imagined removing them
to see what he’s erased
have you seen his awkard lopsided face
(back to him aagain)
**** that ******* face
it makes me sick when i see it
his mirror wont reflect him
even when he cries and begs
have you seen his love
she deserves so much better than this place
its a small walk
to the bridge and off
and if he gave a ****
he would have already walked
its time again to see the face
of everyfucking conquest you
took and disdained
i see their faces
and mine is not the same
i never could have imagined
living life this way
but the sources are not to blame
so tell me that you ******* love me
before you walk away
and i will do the same
Styles 12 Jul 2019
Learning how to talk without words
head **** the brick wall of the world.

Expect laughter.
Misunderstanding.
Fear.
Love.

Everything inbetween.

Notice the unknown face smiling behind every flower.

Prepare for War and be at peace with it.
Expect death at any moment.

Hurl the future loss into the waiting room.
Read the Haiku Master.

Be patient.
Practise how to function in hell while just leaving heaven.

*******.

This is awkard.
Look at all this damage.

Head held in both hands.
Sorrow deeper than oceans.

Look past shadows.
Study LIGHT.

Don't tell anyone you have a secret diploma in the haunted land of Darkness.

Remember how to use the eraser.
Blank page.

Start over.
Reset.

Scribble down notes.
Meditate. Yoga.

Transform mountain sides.
Eat solitude.

Starve.
Break down.

Rise up.
Drink enormous cups of fire.

Get blinded.
Reclaim soft halo hung careless on Lucifer horn.

Notice glacier eyes smoke.

The indifference seems impossible even to Antarctica.

Don't let icy silence freeze you in middle of The Bering Sea.

Write home telepathically.
Ask for help.

Burn after reading.

Smash self entitled notions
that we own anything or anyone.

Notice how bitterness tries to clasp tighter
to materialist philosophy.

Run off in different direction.
Reverse on wrong way street.

Let's be burning rubber.
Drive like James Dean.

*******.
I'm Interstellar Rebel.

Give out blankets to people who are cold.

Take my boots.
Jacket.

They were gifted to me by priceless friends.

Take it all.
Please.

Don't give up.
We all can heal.

Remember how to knock.
TheConcretePoet Jan 2020
if awkward ever had to live a life.

it would always have that unsure half a grin.

it would have hands that perspire.

two left feet and mumbled unrecognizable words.

eyes that almost always look down towards the floor.

shoulders that are slouched, seem deflated.

if it had a twin it would be 'silence'.

together they would be 'awkard silence'.
Heather Moon Jun 2023
Her
Sometimes I seem to have forgotten
Of her body here
Beside me
Her
Warm honey *******
Supporting the sky
Her Silken Valleys
Breathing here in this now
Ever present
Always
In the stillness of the moment
I feel her
Amidst the moons soft glow
The peaceful glistening snow
Sparkling in pristine midnight
I've been lost time and again
Forgiven too many times
But here she is
Once more
Accepting my apologies
Breathing with me
Tender hearts grow
When left to stillness
I feel my own grief
As truth settles into my shoulders
The difficult choices
We are left to make
Her silent call is with me,
Her protection
Washing over me
As I lean into her
Learning
Time and time again
How to be with
All the awkard movements
The discomfort
Being human can sometimes bring
Worry seems to be in my heart often these days
But she is here
Listening quietly
I'm sorry
I love you
Please forgive me
For my humanness
But she just listens and accepts
For nothing could be wrong
Unless I'm lying to myself
Am I lying?
Once again
I'm questioning
If this is really meant to be
She just listens
Patiently
A mirror reflecting
As I move and grow
Through this body
These hands
This human
Through my incessant mind
Filled with questions
When my heart knows
The answers
She reminds me
To pause
And return to my breath
So I do
And I see her once again,
I am in awe
Of her spectacular beauty
Finding the wisdom
In her rolling hills
Finding the place
Far beyond my woes
Where Stillness speaks
And the glistening
forest grows.

— The End —