Slouch. Thats how I sit in my desk. I slouch. I don’t want the world to see my face sometimes. I can’t really bring myself to sit up straight, and face the teacher. Except when I’m in English. In English, my heart soars, my confidence roars, and I’m a formidable person to wreck. I’m no slouch in the world of hopes and dreams I’m just- well,, me. And thats all I’ll ever need.
We bend, twist, contort ourselves downward. Deep within our bones we collapse into our skin, mindless of the sinking shoulders, the sloped spine. We slouch, and in doing so we move ever so slowly back into the earth itself.
John
on the couch
you silly nilly
willy pouch
sack of stuff thats
wack and rough
robodobo
class is really boring today
for lack of posture, I bend
for lack of sleep, I slouch
I hate this class
I don’t wanna be here at school
I’m really tired, no sleep last night
procrastination, online work, stress, pity
I don’t like doing any work any more
I want to read, I finished Les Miserables today
what will I start next, why not finish a military history book
Layne Carraway
Sometimes I slouch
when I sit in my chair
and I wonder what not slouching would feel like
but it would just
make my shoulders hurt
and my arms hurt
and make me wonder why
I am even sitting up
and what is the point of this cruel world
where sitting up hurts your back
when the only way you should be able to function
is through sitting up because that
doesn’t give you scoleosis but
sometimes i wonder if scoleosis
is really all that bad
but I guess it is.
My mom used to always tell me to stop slouching as a kid. I eventually ended up having a small case of scoliosis cured through seeing a chiropractor in middle school. Hm. Mother knows best.
Grace
Stop slouching, say your parents. It’s bad for you.
What they really mean: it looks bad. Looks are all that matter, nowadays. Who cares what your personality is like if you’re pretty?
Eleanor
Hmmm. What does a slouch mean to you? I ask because everyone has a different definition. Whatever yours may be, I ask this: can you summarize a slouch as being someone who does not live up to the potential they have? Because in my opinion, if you slouch you are selfish.
I’m slouching due to lack of confidence. I don’t like being around people, never have never will. They make me sad. So i slouch. I slouch becausi can.
Lisette Mcbride
i have such bad posture. i slouch all the time. i’m slouching right now. this guy used to tell me i should straighten my back, and that i’d be really attractive if i just stood up a little straighter. well, i’m going to keep slouching, so fuck you.
Sloucher
Slumped over from your exhaustion
your delirium is spreading
to the conscious side of life
where daydreams don’t matter
if you’ve got no bank
and rank
is determined by
whose the better cheat.
“We’re slouching again… Straighten up… eyes ahead… look like all the other human beings! Great… Now we’re teetering. From side to side, like some old person. We should have brought a cart.”
“We didn’t need a cart. It would have been empty.”
“Doesn’t matter, it would have given him more balance. At the very least the slouching might have looked like he was making an effort to push the darned thing.”
“If it was empty?”
“Whose idea was it to go outside today anyway?”
“*Somebody* said they wanted pizza!”
“Look…”
“What?”
“We’re slouching again.”
Noisy Quiet
She sat, slouched in her chair, desperately waiting for the bell to ring. Would the teacher ever shut up? She twiddled her fingers in her hair and chewed on the pencil. The teacher was droning on about some ridiculous thing having to do with figurative language when she heard it.
“Chandra, what do you think/”
Liz
I slouch more than I should, but it’s not my fault. Nothing to do with my posture or spine is my fault because I am too big for this world. I wish it could all be made again, but half a foot higher. Wah, waaaahh…
something you do with your shoulders. relaxed position. when you are bored. most teens and people slouch. students slouch in classes.
Ian Quartucci
she has no money. she has had no money for a very long time now. she works and goes to school she is by no means lazy, she just doesn’t care about money. money treats the world like it is better than them, a higher up. but money is magic and she knows magic. magic can be whatever you want it to be. magic comes and magic goes. no one should pray to magic like they pray to money. no one should prey on magic like they try to prey upon money. when the rent and the electricity bills come she usually has just enough. she usually depends on tips. one pay check does not pay it all. after awhile she has become tired. this time of year she is especially tired. i am tired for her. there is no where to go but here. she is always herself. christmas has come and now there are thirteen people in her family. thirteen people to buy for. less than a month away and thirteen people to buy for. thirteen, thirteen, thirteen…
exhaustion, black slumping, unable to get up. sinking deeper and lower into your seat while the droning of the professor goes on. it’s not comfortable, but it’s natural- rude? perhaps.
A nickname your mom calls you when she feels like being a nag, which is always. Usually she likes to call you out on your posture when you’re with company. I’ve gotten this word like, 5 times. I think this is my best one yet though.
Hannah
i almost always slouched,that is till i excepted Christ in to my heart.now i stand up strait and stand up for the Word. (the Bible)
I slouched on the couch that sank and pulled me into its expensive depths. “I’m so tired, though. Can’t we just stay for ONE night?” Hea sighed. “Well, it is comfortable. I’m sure one night couldn’t do that much harm…”
I am no slouch. I don’t sit around all day doing nothing and expecting others to do for me. I am a women, wife, mother, grandmother. I had no time for slouching in my life. So get up off you butt and go find a job and go to work.
slouch.
back curls up like a cat.
relax your spine.
think about water. running. don’t think about running.
press palm to small of vertebrae, press softly.
learn how to breathe again.
slouch.
don’t hold the world on your shoulders.
Hannah
My mom always yells at me for slouching. She says it makes me look fatter. She’s always on my ass about standing up tall. I found that if I stand up tall and put my shoulders back, my boobs stick out really far…and I have HUGE boobs…so I’ll try to stand up straight, but there will be no pulling back of the shoulders.
I want to run. I want to cry. I want to throw something hard, and break it. I want to understand. I want to feel happy and confident with whatever the hell this is that has happened. But I just feel sad and lost and doubtful. I slouch at my desk and wish myself away.
me. in this chair. what im doing right now. it crushes my organs. and it feels good. but also bad. im hungry. this hurts my back. it makes my spine stick out. and it hurts my back but its comfy. i like potatoes.
Rachel
The socks she wore
fell sadly down
like the lines on her face
deeply etched
slouched low
around her mouth
like quote marks
highlighting
disappointment
the pillow was sucking his head in against all his resistance. the girl pleeded on and on, but he just wouldn’t do as much as lift his head for at least a nod. the bottle of magical potion would remain hidden, for no eyes to see
Don’t slouch, the teacher / parent / authority figure used to always say. But there was never any compelling reason given as to why we couldn’t slouch. Were were going to turn out badly? Have chronic back problems? Be unable to be accepted in polite society? Well I slouched whenever I could, and no calamity has befallen me so far. In fact I have found that slouching is a valuable skill, useful for snuggling into all manner of couches and seating arrangements.
This word reminds me of the Princess Diaries when Julia Andrews says, “We do not slouch like this.” Then she does this ridiculous walk and it’s hilarious because it’s Julie Andrews.
She slouched over her laptop writing furiously. Line after line was produced within seconds. Soon she had finished her book and it was to be sent off to several different publishing offices, and then all she would have to do is wait for a reply.
To slouch. To sit, shoulders hunched, staring at the world, looking at the world trough angry, disdainful eyes and dare them all to do their worst. To tell the whole world that you simply do not care and let them say what they wil. You’re above it all. You’re proud and strong, and you show it in the way you sit and stand. Woe betide any who discover it to be the mask it is.
Cain slouched back against the headboard, gasping out fully and closing his eyes. Beside him, John lay back with equal lethargy and satiation. Slowly, the other man reached for the bedside table and got up, putting a fag in his lips.
“Not in here,” he gasped.
John shrugged, and left the room, still naked as the day he was born.
Why do you sit like that in life? Why do you look at the TV, your eyes dazed by what the world wants you to see? Do you really think those advertisements are what they claim to be? Do you really think people really look that amazing, all the time? Open your eyes, for they have been closed for such a long time. Maybe a part of you, when you were a child, looked at everything as it was, as it really was, but then when you grew up that part of you closed and your eyes started to burn.
I saw his shoulders slouch when nothing huge was happening. I saw him sit straight up, his eyes clearly loving what he’s reading when thrilling things happened. This is the person I love.
Slouch. Thats how I sit in my desk. I slouch. I don’t want the world to see my face sometimes. I can’t really bring myself to sit up straight, and face the teacher. Except when I’m in English. In English, my heart soars, my confidence roars, and I’m a formidable person to wreck. I’m no slouch in the world of hopes and dreams I’m just- well,, me. And thats all I’ll ever need.
I always slouch in my chair. My father tells me not too but its so hard not to feel weighed down by the pressure I feel
now.
always.
Around that table I feel choked up. So I slouch so that no one can see me.
We bend, twist, contort ourselves downward. Deep within our bones we collapse into our skin, mindless of the sinking shoulders, the sloped spine. We slouch, and in doing so we move ever so slowly back into the earth itself.
on the couch
you silly nilly
willy pouch
sack of stuff thats
wack and rough
class is really boring today
for lack of posture, I bend
for lack of sleep, I slouch
I hate this class
I don’t wanna be here at school
I’m really tired, no sleep last night
procrastination, online work, stress, pity
I don’t like doing any work any more
I want to read, I finished Les Miserables today
what will I start next, why not finish a military history book
Sometimes I slouch
when I sit in my chair
and I wonder what not slouching would feel like
but it would just
make my shoulders hurt
and my arms hurt
and make me wonder why
I am even sitting up
and what is the point of this cruel world
where sitting up hurts your back
when the only way you should be able to function
is through sitting up because that
doesn’t give you scoleosis but
sometimes i wonder if scoleosis
is really all that bad
but I guess it is.
My mom used to always tell me to stop slouching as a kid. I eventually ended up having a small case of scoliosis cured through seeing a chiropractor in middle school. Hm. Mother knows best.
Stop slouching, say your parents. It’s bad for you.
What they really mean: it looks bad. Looks are all that matter, nowadays. Who cares what your personality is like if you’re pretty?
Hmmm. What does a slouch mean to you? I ask because everyone has a different definition. Whatever yours may be, I ask this: can you summarize a slouch as being someone who does not live up to the potential they have? Because in my opinion, if you slouch you are selfish.
I’m slouching due to lack of confidence. I don’t like being around people, never have never will. They make me sad. So i slouch. I slouch becausi can.
i have such bad posture. i slouch all the time. i’m slouching right now. this guy used to tell me i should straighten my back, and that i’d be really attractive if i just stood up a little straighter. well, i’m going to keep slouching, so fuck you.
Slumped over from your exhaustion
your delirium is spreading
to the conscious side of life
where daydreams don’t matter
if you’ve got no bank
and rank
is determined by
whose the better cheat.
I slouched into the chair, putting my head in my hands. Why? I asked the universe, but without saying a word. Why is it always me?
Slouch
“We’re slouching again… Straighten up… eyes ahead… look like all the other human beings! Great… Now we’re teetering. From side to side, like some old person. We should have brought a cart.”
“We didn’t need a cart. It would have been empty.”
“Doesn’t matter, it would have given him more balance. At the very least the slouching might have looked like he was making an effort to push the darned thing.”
“If it was empty?”
“Whose idea was it to go outside today anyway?”
“*Somebody* said they wanted pizza!”
“Look…”
“What?”
“We’re slouching again.”
She sat, slouched in her chair, desperately waiting for the bell to ring. Would the teacher ever shut up? She twiddled her fingers in her hair and chewed on the pencil. The teacher was droning on about some ridiculous thing having to do with figurative language when she heard it.
“Chandra, what do you think/”
I slouch more than I should, but it’s not my fault. Nothing to do with my posture or spine is my fault because I am too big for this world. I wish it could all be made again, but half a foot higher. Wah, waaaahh…
something you do with your shoulders. relaxed position. when you are bored. most teens and people slouch. students slouch in classes.
she has no money. she has had no money for a very long time now. she works and goes to school she is by no means lazy, she just doesn’t care about money. money treats the world like it is better than them, a higher up. but money is magic and she knows magic. magic can be whatever you want it to be. magic comes and magic goes. no one should pray to magic like they pray to money. no one should prey on magic like they try to prey upon money. when the rent and the electricity bills come she usually has just enough. she usually depends on tips. one pay check does not pay it all. after awhile she has become tired. this time of year she is especially tired. i am tired for her. there is no where to go but here. she is always herself. christmas has come and now there are thirteen people in her family. thirteen people to buy for. less than a month away and thirteen people to buy for. thirteen, thirteen, thirteen…
Ironically, I’m slouching as I’m writing this.
(mind=blown!)
Hang on.
/erk
Not anymore.
exhaustion, black slumping, unable to get up. sinking deeper and lower into your seat while the droning of the professor goes on. it’s not comfortable, but it’s natural- rude? perhaps.
A nickname your mom calls you when she feels like being a nag, which is always. Usually she likes to call you out on your posture when you’re with company. I’ve gotten this word like, 5 times. I think this is my best one yet though.
i almost always slouched,that is till i excepted Christ in to my heart.now i stand up strait and stand up for the Word. (the Bible)
Slouch down in your chair. Let your face fall into your bowl of soup, and drown. (;
i slouch in my chair now.
i can’t keep my eyes open anymore.
the bags under my eyes remind me of the nights i have spent thinking of you.
I slouched on the couch that sank and pulled me into its expensive depths. “I’m so tired, though. Can’t we just stay for ONE night?” Hea sighed. “Well, it is comfortable. I’m sure one night couldn’t do that much harm…”
I am no slouch. I don’t sit around all day doing nothing and expecting others to do for me. I am a women, wife, mother, grandmother. I had no time for slouching in my life. So get up off you butt and go find a job and go to work.
slouch.
back curls up like a cat.
relax your spine.
think about water. running. don’t think about running.
press palm to small of vertebrae, press softly.
learn how to breathe again.
slouch.
don’t hold the world on your shoulders.
My mom always yells at me for slouching. She says it makes me look fatter. She’s always on my ass about standing up tall. I found that if I stand up tall and put my shoulders back, my boobs stick out really far…and I have HUGE boobs…so I’ll try to stand up straight, but there will be no pulling back of the shoulders.
I want to run. I want to cry. I want to throw something hard, and break it. I want to understand. I want to feel happy and confident with whatever the hell this is that has happened. But I just feel sad and lost and doubtful. I slouch at my desk and wish myself away.
me. in this chair. what im doing right now. it crushes my organs. and it feels good. but also bad. im hungry. this hurts my back. it makes my spine stick out. and it hurts my back but its comfy. i like potatoes.
The socks she wore
fell sadly down
like the lines on her face
deeply etched
slouched low
around her mouth
like quote marks
highlighting
disappointment
the pillow was sucking his head in against all his resistance. the girl pleeded on and on, but he just wouldn’t do as much as lift his head for at least a nod. the bottle of magical potion would remain hidden, for no eyes to see
Don’t slouch, the teacher / parent / authority figure used to always say. But there was never any compelling reason given as to why we couldn’t slouch. Were were going to turn out badly? Have chronic back problems? Be unable to be accepted in polite society? Well I slouched whenever I could, and no calamity has befallen me so far. In fact I have found that slouching is a valuable skill, useful for snuggling into all manner of couches and seating arrangements.
This word reminds me of the Princess Diaries when Julia Andrews says, “We do not slouch like this.” Then she does this ridiculous walk and it’s hilarious because it’s Julie Andrews.
She slouched over her laptop writing furiously. Line after line was produced within seconds. Soon she had finished her book and it was to be sent off to several different publishing offices, and then all she would have to do is wait for a reply.
To slouch. To sit, shoulders hunched, staring at the world, looking at the world trough angry, disdainful eyes and dare them all to do their worst. To tell the whole world that you simply do not care and let them say what they wil. You’re above it all. You’re proud and strong, and you show it in the way you sit and stand. Woe betide any who discover it to be the mask it is.
Cain slouched back against the headboard, gasping out fully and closing his eyes. Beside him, John lay back with equal lethargy and satiation. Slowly, the other man reached for the bedside table and got up, putting a fag in his lips.
“Not in here,” he gasped.
John shrugged, and left the room, still naked as the day he was born.
Why do you sit like that in life? Why do you look at the TV, your eyes dazed by what the world wants you to see? Do you really think those advertisements are what they claim to be? Do you really think people really look that amazing, all the time? Open your eyes, for they have been closed for such a long time. Maybe a part of you, when you were a child, looked at everything as it was, as it really was, but then when you grew up that part of you closed and your eyes started to burn.
I saw his shoulders slouch when nothing huge was happening. I saw him sit straight up, his eyes clearly loving what he’s reading when thrilling things happened. This is the person I love.
A portmanteau of two such wonderful words: “Couch” and “Sloth”; it’s perfect. That’s the animal and place one would expect to find a slouch.