The sign starts a clock, grounded on paper.
Coldness fills the air; nervousness lasts only a little while.
Shoes untied while sitting in traffic, zoning out while I talk to the birds.
Changing seats for a new perspective, feeling the energy shift until I want my seat back.
Weird people, a cold world — acceptance is a long walk.
Residue stains like red wine on white carpet.
Everything happens on time.
Awareness comes through learning curves in turn breaking layers.
Now dry clay is molded with intention.
Feeling my feet on the ground, stepping over cracks in the pavement.
My heart beats to a song unwritten.
Letting my hair down from its updo position.
Ambiguous uncertainty while simply saying words I’ve already written.
Flashbacks of guilt from another’s pain and division.
Faith brings relief, like ice water on a hot day.
A lemonade stand at the corner — only 25 cents, already made.
Labor pain, forming a union.
Pain in the eyes leaves no room for confusion.
A laundry line in the yard.
There’s no place like home.
It feels like I'm dying, I can't survive this. I'm sinking with nervousness, I don't feel like this. I'm not this, I hate this, I hate me, get me out of here. I don't want to feel this, I'm worthless, I'm ugly, help me. My anxiety - it takes over me. It's the worst when, I can't explain, that I can't go there, I'm useless, I hate this. My anxiety. Help me. I'm getting there, it's stopped now. I can cope with this. I'll get there. I'll be ok. I'm fine now. I can breathe again.
Whoever were lucky enough to be the one who evokes in you the most sacred part of your being, the one whose purpose is the desire to explore your beautiful heart and take part in its beating, where in feeling that consanguineous desire he would emulate the loveliest expression upon seeing those eyes and, with resolve, make the most sublime decision in the measure of a love without restrictions, where verse will become prose and emulate that feeling, wrapping it in an emphatic nervousness that only with the magnetism of your love will free that heart from all evil, giving life to a new freedom of wanting, shared!!!!!
Lraularguellesm!!!!!
To take things in stride,
One must simply decide
To let nervousness slide
And just chill.
If these rules are applied
And no planets collide,
Then what might be implied
Likely will
Keep one feeling supplied
With the skills to abide
By life’s customs, which guide
People still.
I have never denied
Nor have I ever lied
About lacking the pride
To fulfill
Life’s demands while allied
With some Zen bona fide
But I can’t, though I’ve tried,
Learn the drill.
Two opposites, unknown of their fate,
Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late.
From one end of the country to the other end.
Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end.
Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met.
From hesitant texts and calls,
To glee when texts and calls are received
And later turned to elation.
Oh! It was just a click; that's how we connected.
Excitement and nervousness just rushed
When we met for the very first time, we just blushed.
There was no lack of delight.
It's hard to forget that sight.
Oh! It was just a click; we felt something ignite.
Later, it turned into hope and positivity
The foundation is built on trust and love, togetherness and unity.
We met, the folks met, and the process went on.
And finally, we tied the knot, vowing to never be apart.
In happiness or sorrow, in light or darkness,
In beautiful times or ugly times.
We vow to share each moment together,
And walk through all the odds and evens together.
Oh! It was just one click,
That we found each other for life's sweet and bitter journey.
We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
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Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
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a moment alone
this fleeting affair
of solitude sighs
unlikely to share
some daydream beliefs
with wildflower dreams
and fingers entwined
midst dark silent screams
where shadows elope
and coral vine weaves
a soft comfy couch,
in three-quarter sleeves
for stress to escape
so pain can subside
away from the noise
a dark place to hide
so tensions can heal
and nervousness split
while clenching a fist
or throwing a fit
as cloudy days sing
and raindrops appear
you're still all alone
there's nobody here
to know if you're well
or frowns stay a while
if teardrops now fall
inside of your smile
if fears hold on tight
and anguish remains
among every loss
and all of the gains
An hour or two
a minute or three
to be by yourself
and set yourself free
the silence a joy
a world to postpone
this fleeting affair
a moment alone
~
Anyone else need one from time to time?
Good day Broadway
Welcome to New York City
The first time stepping out on the Great White Way Stage
The wonder, dream and anticipation
Nervousness throughout
A Dream Come True
The stage was set
Dazzle and Sizzle
Spotlight search
Front and Center
Music leveraged up
The view of the audience
A breakout in song with a cast in sing along
Then words of anguish and desperation
Emotions overflow
Living the dream of success
Talent being shown
Name on the marquee full blown
Tomorrow seen at that moment
Broadway that was the here and now
Eyes of entertainment
Appreciation in loud applause from the audience
The Bow in approval
The Thank you
Curtain comes down
The regards to Broadway
Exploring new surroundings is a,
Trembling experience to say the least.
Approaching fear is the creepiest part,
Planning something neat for yourself.
I recall saying to God I want to step out,
I’m seeking opportunities to branch out.
Nervousness flows through my veins,
Like an endless flowing stream.
All great things require sacrifice,
To be followed up with great rewards.
Pushing through the tough times,
Distancing myself from the noise.
Resist the struggle and temptation,
A fight I’ve been in for too long.
Revert back to studying the word,
Renew my mind and switch focus.
The internal battle within the soul is,
Gaining friction as I establish my life.
I can hear you telling me let it go,
Loosen the burden, give me control.
She is keeping me up tonight.
She’s done this lots of times.
We tell each other we are friends.
We know each other lies.
We’re more than that,
I want her bad, but to be good to me.
I need her love, she could be enough;
Maybe she could make me happy.
I want to grow old with her,
But my existence has become a blur.
I knew her long ago, but I want her to feel like my first.
I want the fear, the excitement, the nervousness of a kiss.
I want to tell her how I feel,
But I don’t know if she is his.
Is she alone? Does she want my love?
Does she know I need her touch?
I need to hold her in my arms,
For I am charmed by all her charms.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Nervousness comes on
stomach upset and sweating
pulse is racing fast
feeling of uneasiness before taking the big plunge
Nervousness of standing on the doorstep
Compromise, standing just inside
Despite invitation, I politely insisted that the evening ended there
Over days, weeks, months then years
Things developed with an increasing sense of inclusion
Shared excitement, shared passion, shared intimacy
A time of normality, a time of exceptions and shared acceptance
Times of accepted exceptional normality
Thick fluffy comforting summer clouds
Ever present, yet simultaneously, fleeting forms in clear blue skies
Each cloud framed with an unspoken silver lining
Progressive advancement of growth and expanding boundaries
Each box ticked forming stories, like the timeline rings of trees
An evening punctured with a 1 am call of planned reassurance
A weekend away concluded with being picked up from the station
Wardrobes of Narnia supposed secrecy behind supposed closed doors
In line with everything time runs its course
Clouds disappear forming memories and trees fall revealing their stories
And we are left with the wonder of it all
calligraphic
cycles
in
phased
personage
gestures
within
a trance
emptiness
calm
austere
alternating
nervousness
in
dynamic
reactions
Trapped in meaningless whirling thoughts
Boundaries draped around the body
Unsaid words confined in laughing gear
Dread sentiment flowing in breadbasket
Trembling uncertainty waving inside the stump
Sealed in anticipation of a utopian epoch...
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