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social anxiety

Author: Outlaw
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social anxiety

the erratic skirl from across the street
a bunch of girls as I vicambulate -
to embrace them is a perversely undesired
attention, and yet how socially backwards
it can be to ignore people like they do
in Toronto.

there is no petrifaction in the act of undressing,
only in under dressing. behold, the domicile
of stone cold hearts, barred by insecurity
a sickly flower undernourished and undesired.

how sad a state to want to be desired. a true bitty.
disjoined from one's body, and the comfort of knowing
how little these things matter, particularly
concerning pride.

even sadder it is to write beautifully
and then add a little too much.

Submitted on 2012-09-29 23:18:17     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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I think a psychiatrist would have a field day with you. I know I would if I were in their shoes, though I won’t pretend to have a broad understanding of psychiatry.

I’m actually putting off class to comment on this. I enjoy reading things that cause confusion to flood my mind : ) I’d rather that than the drone of numbers and slope intercepts. I think the insecurities of most (and on a thin line that I walk myself) people are as fascinating as watching rabid monkeys attack ill-favored family members :) it’s hard to look away at times. Something was brought to my attention not too long ago, how most would be quick to point out the flaws of others, so they can hide their own, which in a sense may be what they’re poking fun at in the first place. It’s interesting. Though I’ve probably stated enough out of context (maybe not?) so I think I should keep my eyes trained on your words for now before I write a novel of the complexities that I won’t ever pretend to understand.

“There is no petrifaction in the act of undressing,
only in under dressing. Behold, the domicile
of stone cold hearts, barred by insecurity
a sickly flower undernourished and undesired.”

I like how you entangled nature along with the human aspect of (those of less humble thoughts or actions) how people strive to outdo one another with a passé attitude. It seems to me that boundries are no longer considered, that old fashion ideology doesn’t seem to hold sway as each generation grows into their awkwardly placed shoes.

“How sad a state to want to be desired”

I think I’ll add that to my favorite quote. Really though, this isn’t the most auspicious comment I’ve ever made, probably one of those that I haven’t spent enough time analyzing, but as my brain wishes to succumb to a dark dank room, I think I’ll leave it in its raw form.Social Anxiety may not be the best poem I’ve read by you (though it isn’t a horrible one either, I just have my favorites that I treasure more than most) I still admire the message that is being sent.

Ms. Tint
| Posted on 2012-10-17 00:00:00 | by ARoseyTint | [ Reply to This ]
i like this kinda stuff.
short but frequent thought of things, or just glimpses of thoughts, they're complete in your head as soon as you think of them. scarce in words, but beautiful.

shit i haven't been to this site since almost two years, you just made me regret that.

and thanks for you message, dunno if i ever said that.
i did just as you told me.
| Posted on 2012-10-09 00:00:00 | by Jimi James | [ Reply to This ]
  I guess i've grown out of such at my age but then I've never been a slave to convention or really cared what others thought about my often eccletic manner of dress and manners. 'Noing when to stop, that is a true gift.
| Posted on 2012-10-01 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
  we put ourselves too out there sometimes, trying to be accepted...

maybe we are different, maybe we write poems and write poems that are too long, trying to be understood...trying to fit in..

but eventually we realize how unimportant that can be...

why need to be socially accepted...sometimes society isn't worth fitting into.

we imagine ourselves the flower, sickly and undernourished....and too shy to blossom...

but one day we break that mold and say "screw it, i am who i am and if you don't like it tough"

i am who i am and that's all i ever can be....and i am satisfied with being me...and from now will always be.

it's sad to want to be desired...i guess we all do at times...but when we least want it, when we least care...that is when it happens...

i like the first stanza especially...

how should we act? approach, say hi, ????

and then get treated like we are being rude?

if don't approach we are unfriendly, snobbish

do people want our attention or not?

well...i say, screw what you wanna yourself....and they can take you or leave you...

it is a pride thing---we don't want to let them hurt us...we can't get rejection if we don't make a move...but if we don't make that move...we'll never know.

such a dilemma...."to be or not to be" as Hamlet said ..."that is the question"

life is a question...

like in robert francis' poem "Hound"

life the hound

don't know if it will rend us
or befriend us

till it has sprung with
teeth or tongue

meanwhile we stand and wait the event.

-----consumed in fear.

wow, such a thoughtful piece this is...and such a sad plight.

| Posted on 2012-09-30 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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