poems awkward August 1, 2013by heather anne Grin overtakes face, awkward silence plagues air. I laugh at my own jokes. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
11 thoughts on “awkward”
It’s not awkward. It’s a way of life when the inside of one’s mind is just that fun 😉 Now make sure you’re somewhere public and laugh loudly.
done and done!
I chuckled at the last line because I’m so like that!!! I figure if no one else will I’m sure as hell going to!
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I break me up too. 🙂 —–Chagall
Reblogged this on John Looks Out On Life and commented:
the best critic
harshest and most forgiving
entitled you are
I’ll bet you do. 🙂
Nice piece of work. I had a tendency to write ‘comedic style’ when I tried haiku originally almost 2 years ago. I don’t think it was planned…it just “happened” as it were.
That’s just your mind keeping good company. Nicely communicated.
I really enjoy your writing. Thanks for the smiles… 🙂
Haha, oh I love this one! Probably because I saw myself when I read it and laughed! 😛