Bassoon's over eagerness often
made it's social awkwardness
more awareable
aloofness or disinterest, often
lacking eye contact
fidgeting, or over-monitoring
their own behavior the cantars
mindfulness to stay present
approaches designed to make
interactions feel more comfortable
and natural.
Being the "fifth wheel in your own relationship"
typically means feeling like an unnecessary,
third-party addition rather than an equal partner
This often happens due to a power imbalance,
emotional disconnect, or when an outside third
party seeking or a power play
. When somesong or some songs
deliberately puts themselves
in appealing or high-attention environments
to manipulate others into thinking
they are highly desired.
I have a whimsical patience.
I just have to untangle the slithering awkwardness.
Because I have trusty sludge in my pocket.
I shift through different time zones.
Hopeful.
Reliant as the splotches hissing on my arms.
Untangled.
Like eating old socks, they promised.
They taste as good as taffy.
But that’s just my whimsical patience.
Rustic.
Just like eating the weirdest stuff.
And no after dinner mint ever.
Lasting impressions will be made tonight of food and man
A secret ingredient is part of the pleasure I presume
Same as secrets of the one across from me
A first date - he was late, but quickly pardoned
Given the two glasses of wine I enjoyed while waiting
Not many others around, the awkwardness ascends
As I decide, within lasagna's savory sauce - it's cinnamon!
Fifteen people on a tour
Of Scotland on a bus.
Thirteen strangers, plus the guide
And driver rode with us.
Like a dance, we do-si-doed
And joined or pulled apart,
While learning ‘bout each other;
Group dynamics got to start.
Our leader was the one in charge,
Deciding times and routes,
His local knowledge vast and true;
Of that we had no doubts.
But certain discontentments grew
Against our Scottish guide,
Whose rogue decisions made things worse
And couldn’t stem the tide.
Complaints were made; the plug was pulled,
The mutiny complete,
Our trusty driver leading now
From in the driver’s seat.
The group was jelled - well, more or less,
And all are much less stressed
Since our bounty of discomfort
Laid the awkwardness to rest.
My dear, I share with you a truth:
A life lesson I have lived.
Discretion is valor, a silent shield,
A strength that guards the heart revealed.
Be not the man who parrots all he hears,
Who, finding no one to tell,
Confides in the door.
He's a fool lost in words that wound and bore.
Let discretion be your strength—
Bridle your tongue with care,
Let intuition guide your ear,
Be perceptive, be aware.
God may have endowed such a man
With heavenly graces,
But the ruin of him will be
His own endless talk, so careless and vain.
To know what holds value for another
Is a burden not for faintest minds;
A sacred trust to keep,
A treasure in silence deep.
Discretion defines character—
Be the safe where secrets sleep.
Be eager to listen and to grasp,
But slow to speak.
In this wisdom, your honor will last.
Valiant are the lips that stay sealed
Even at the tempest of awkwardness.
I met her at a place I dine
along a lonesome road
I tried to think of a pick-up line
I went into clever mode.
But they've taken all the pick-up lines
I didn't want to offend a date
Should I buy her, her choice of wines?
I spent ten minutes in that debate.
Then I asked her if her name was Google, because she was what I was searching for
She said, "I heard that one, it makes me snore."
I said, "how was heaven when you left it?" she said "they've tried that one too:
Why don't you get lost and leave me to my brew."
I could not give up, her beauty gave me a thrill
I tried a different tack, showed a thousand-dollar bill
I said, "how can I plan our wedding if I don't even have your number?"
Her eyes flashed; she picked up a piece of lumber.
the bartender saw me plead
He came forward to intercede
She said "he's hitting on me, but lumber can hit too:
And as for this bar, I could sue."
So I left her in the bar
I felt so sad and old
With the wrong line you can't get far
I guess I had to fold
So I married Mary Lou instead
Though she watches reruns of "Daffy Duck."
Better to take what you can get
it's not always smart to push your luck.
*Always
Always dance in rain,
spin in those splashing puddles;
Embrace your wild side.
*Abilities
Abilities grow
fanning the wind with hot flames,
explosive power.
*Altitude
Altitude just climbs,
raised with love’s temperature
on a moonlit night.
*Accident victim
Accident victim
didn’t remember the crash;
Perfume masked toxic.
*Awkwardness
Awkwardness plagues me
right when I’m looking for cool ,
I guess I’ll be weird.
*Asymmetrical
Asymmetrical
heart strings that go up and down,
never do they meet.
Sports Wresting
They sought a style of wrestling
Something legend were made of
Crisp moves showing each combatants
Abilities
Move for move
Move and counter move
Submttive and non submissive
Contestive rule enforced grappling
Blow for blow showing ahworld each
Competitors stance
Allowing to complete to riddle
The frustration of awkwardness
Smoothlines
Punch and counter punch
Move and counter move
Graceful exercusion allowing
Each combatants talents to be showcased
Winners defined by each stipulation
Wrestling
Pure and simple
Professional wrestlinbeyond the specticaul in in the midst of belonging
I cling to love:might should shield me
In every realm I am he
Who is champion
Might ah- world see.
I speak my name
Oh glorious
Crowned or uncrowned
In God we Trust
At the crossroads between nights and longing,
He carries within him a season forgotten,
With a liver like sodden earth, chilled beneath dead leaves,
Viscera stirred by the silvery thrill of the void,
Eyes - two awkward stars bathed in dew of venom,
Wishing to dissolve,
In the mist of a river whispering its frozen wreaths,
His soul is full of echoes and untruths,
Unable to utter the teardrop, the wildness of a wrapped cry.
He fears the solitude that swallows him.
She is made of moonlit strands and woven gleams,
Chestnut shines in her hair, delicate as the wings of the morning,
Eyes reflecting colors of unabashed skies,
On her skin stretch myths boldly painted with strokes of the sun,
Bracelets of coolness and the scent of the ocean on her bared shoulder,
And she stretches on the sand - a ray in the silence of the shore,
In the noon where constellations seem to rest.
She does not know the awkwardness of voiceless days.
She lives in a world where loneliness finds no room.
here's to the elephant
in the room
looks like he needs it
The girl got on the imparing , noisy bus
Although She was tired and bit of wuss
Because of her routinely work and circus
She was getting a rapid pulse
Her pulse got higher as she saw two creep,
Who by looks were looking pretty cheap,
Lurking on the girl like a scaring peep,
Trying to come closer as the bus had a leap,
The girl can’t express her awkwardness,
She is felt trapped into a manly mess,
Can’t even shout load to make a fuss,
Nor can she get off the running bus,
She was trying to get out of this dismay,
Like a deer escape from becoming a prey,
The creeps were making ride hard way
The people around were pretty astray.
on winding road
turning left and …
finally feeling right
away from awkwardness
forested in peace
4/15/2023
A label
Whilst not necessary
Has a certain power that comes with it
A way to search for similar lived experiences
Shared by other people
Who understand what you are going through
Pressure to be masculine and muscular
Can make it difficult to show affection
Unrealistic body image expectations
Increase the risk of a disorder developing
Living with the feeling of being unsafe
And a fear of speaking to strangers
An absence of sexual attraction
A desire for romantic intimacy
A truth not accepted
Any discussion of sex invites discomfort
And awkwardness
Denied access to employment
And forced onto the streets
A stigma often leading to rejection
A change in attitude long overdue
What anguish masks her face
with cherry chapstick on her lips
and Medusa’s beautiful head of hair
there are signs of inner turmoil seen
in her deep blue eyes and her demeanor,
Or is this just an attempt to conceal her
quintessential adolescent awkwardness?
Contest: A Brian Strand #1172.
A hard earned lesson:
We’d like things to last
But we have to accept
The past is the past.
It was good to see old friends
And join in the catch up game
But even after being away a year
Their gossip was still the same.
And, then the chat seemed to fade
Because what did I have to say
About strangers they didn’t know
From a world a million miles away.
All these friends there to greet me
And it seemed rather strange
No matter how hard they tried
I was now just on the fringe.
With the older people in the village
The distance was so much more
Many had seen active service
Having served in the last war:
I served in a Europe
United and new,
They saw those things
From a very different view.
Still a child of the village,
That could never be taken away,
But from now on I’d just be
A visitor temporarily come to stay.
My leave passed pleasantly by
Maybe with a little agony and grief
And I think we all said our goodbyes
With just a shade of mutual relief.
The next time I came back
All the awkwardness had gone:
We’d all made our adjustments
Learned to let things move on.
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