#accepted - Hello Poetry

some days numbers haunt each step counting up, counting down constantly moving all on their own shadowing choices made and choices rejected.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 9:22 AM UTC

nivek

nailed and numbered

some days numbers haunt each step counting up, counting down constantly moving all on their own shadowing choices made and choices rejected.

5

If recognition is love with time mixed in I hope I'm partial to the skin I'm in I've returned over and over in this drought to a well Deep inside that's been run dry but once was a swell I can still feel the spray on my cheek The mist in my mind formed rivers and creeks And wetlands and oceans And gallons and gallons of directionless devotion And what have I purchased with all of this effort? Time alone with myself and square inches of pressure And if recognition is love with time to breathe, I'll see myself in each exhale, a sigh of relief

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Jan 23

Jan 23, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC

LunarLena

Recognition Reservoir

If recognition is love with time mixed in I hope I'm partial to the skin I'm in I've returned over and over in this drought to a well Deep inside that's been run dry but once was a swell I can still feel the spray on my cheek The mist in my mind formed rivers and creeks And wetlands and oceans And gallons and gallons of directionless devotion And what have I purchased with all of this effort? Time alone with myself and square inches of pressure And if recognition is love with time to breathe, I'll see myself in each exhale, a sigh of relief

13

If you never try you'll never lose Hanging hopes oh-so-high Accepted the ground is my home Safer than attempting to fly

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 6:35 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Safer

If you never try you'll never lose Hanging hopes oh-so-high Accepted the ground is my home Safer than attempting to fly

4

It was another strange dream Suddenly I found myself looking out an upstairs window at people arriving below Then I thought "Wait a minute, where am I ? What house am I in ? I don't have an upstairs, I live in a bungalow (only a ground floor)" When I went downstairs there was this big Christmas tree up I thought to myself "But I...I didn't put up my Christmas tree yet And there were lots of people there and some familiar faces And they all seemed to be smiling at me, as if accepting me there As if there was nothing unusual, as if I belonged there. It was like a party was going on And then I seen my brother sitting amongst them all One of his hands was bandaged I didn't think it polite to ask him about it Beside him was another younger relative I was amazed astounded because this relative he had died a few years earlier, in an accident Yet here... here he was right here before me I thought to myself "This must be some kind of... some kind of Parallel Universe I'm in where things turned out differently" It made me wonder was my own world then just an illusion It seemed so far away now... so distant Suddenly I started to get a little afraid, I thought "But I don't know this world...this place I don't... I don't belong here How do I get out of here How do I get back... back to my own world.... Soon after this I awoke...again back in my own bed...back in my own world.

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Jan 20, 2025

Jan 20, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC

bardo

Parallel Universe

It was another strange dream Suddenly I found myself looking out an upstairs window at people arriving below Then I thought "Wait a minute, where am I ? What house am I in ? I don't have an upstairs, I live in a bungalow (only a ground floor)" When I went downstairs there was this big Christmas tree up I thought to myself "But I...I didn't put up my Christmas tree yet And there were lots of people there and some familiar faces And they all seemed to be smiling at me, as if accepting me there As if there was nothing unusual, as if I belonged there. It was like a party was going on And then I seen my brother sitting amongst them all One of his hands was bandaged I didn't think it polite to ask him about it Beside him was another younger relative I was amazed astounded because this relative he had died a few years earlier, in an accident Yet here... here he was right here before me I thought to myself "This must be some kind of... some kind of Parallel Universe I'm in where things turned out differently" It made me wonder was my own world then just an illusion It seemed so far away now... so distant Suddenly I started to get a little afraid, I thought "But I don't know this world...this place I don't... I don't belong here How do I get out of here How do I get back... back to my own world.... Soon after this I awoke...again back in my own bed...back in my own world.

25

“Oh soldier, my soldier,” GOD calls out from the forest. In the leafy greens and cerulean creeks, surrounded by birds and bumblebees, sits a soldier by Dei’s stream. His forearms over his knees, with chainmail as his sleeves. He wears a helmet of iron, looking through dark little slits, at the dandelions and daisies, and how their petals flick. “My child, My beloved,” GOD whispers through the reeds, a misty fog creeps up the warrior, through tiny holes it creeps. A spirit lingers among the branches, aware of every sound. It is everywhere and somewhere, a spirit with little sound. GOD strolls through the wilderness, looking for his lamb. And that’s where he found him. And took him by the hand. “Oh lost lamb, I’ve been looking through the high and mellow creaks. I have searched from dawn to dusk now, I’ve found the one I seek.” GOD hovered round the man, until the knight gave in, raising up his voice, though silence he was in. “Your lamb, you call me, yet You have nothing to herd. I’m here and unmoving, I’m a tree and I’ve been rooted. How long can You circle me, like a lion on a hunt? You know that I’m unyielding, I’ll slander You if I must.” The soldier replied in his poetry, words twisting the knife. But GOD saw through his heart, and responded with no spite. “I’ll circle you a million years and wait until you fall. Then I’ll catch you in my arms and answer when you call. I’ll take the slander to My name, and I’ll wait until the day that you find Me and knelt down you say, ‘Lord take my pain away’. I’ll turn your armour into streets of gold, I’ll collect all of your tears. You shall hunger no more, nor shall you thirst; I shall feed you and lead you unto living fountains of waters. This I promise forevermore.” Then with weeds and sombre creeks, the knight sat there with no steed. Alone the soldier thought he was but GOD still circled, an echoing verse. “Away from me, Lord, I’m unworthy,” the soldier said, without an apology. “I forgive you, child. I take you in, a meal and drink you’ll have your pick. Once unworthy, by Son you are, now take the Crown, the Crown of Glory. I am the GOD who was and is and is to come, nothing will change that. Nothing, my son.”

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Sep 9, 2024

Sep 9, 2024 at 10:39 AM UTC

beansprout123

calm your heart

“Oh soldier, my soldier,” GOD calls out from the forest. In the leafy greens and cerulean creeks, surrounded by birds and bumblebees, sits a soldier by Dei’s stream. His forearms over his knees, with chainmail as his sleeves. He wears a helmet of iron, looking through dark little slits, at the dandelions and daisies, and how their petals flick. “My child, My beloved,” GOD whispers through the reeds, a misty fog creeps up the warrior, through tiny holes it creeps. A spirit lingers among the branches, aware of every sound. It is everywhere and somewhere, a spirit with little sound. GOD strolls through the wilderness, looking for his lamb. And that’s where he found him. And took him by the hand. “Oh lost lamb, I’ve been looking through the high and mellow creaks. I have searched from dawn to dusk now, I’ve found the one I seek.” GOD hovered round the man, until the knight gave in, raising up his voice, though silence he was in. “Your lamb, you call me, yet You have nothing to herd. I’m here and unmoving, I’m a tree and I’ve been rooted. How long can You circle me, like a lion on a hunt? You know that I’m unyielding, I’ll slander You if I must.” The soldier replied in his poetry, words twisting the knife. But GOD saw through his heart, and responded with no spite. “I’ll circle you a million years and wait until you fall. Then I’ll catch you in my arms and answer when you call. I’ll take the slander to My name, and I’ll wait until the day that you find Me and knelt down you say, ‘Lord take my pain away’. I’ll turn your armour into streets of gold, I’ll collect all of your tears. You shall hunger no more, nor shall you thirst; I shall feed you and lead you unto living fountains of waters. This I promise forevermore.” Then with weeds and sombre creeks, the knight sat there with no steed. Alone the soldier thought he was but GOD still circled, an echoing verse. “Away from me, Lord, I’m unworthy,” the soldier said, without an apology. “I forgive you, child. I take you in, a meal and drink you’ll have your pick. Once unworthy, by Son you are, now take the Crown, the Crown of Glory. I am the GOD who was and is and is to come, nothing will change that. Nothing, my son.”

7

I accepted him I accepted his goals I accepted his needs I accepted his bads I accepted his goods I accepted the perfect and imperfect I accepted. Karena sedari awal aku tidak ingin main-main. Aku ingin baik-baik saja denganmu dalam waktu yang lama Aku ingin bersama dalam baik buruk nya keadaan Bisa kah? I give you full of my heart I trust you I trust your intellect I love you always , all ways.

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Apr 12, 2024

Apr 12, 2024 at 8:13 AM UTC

Blueest05

Accepted

I accepted him I accepted his goals I accepted his needs I accepted his bads I accepted his goods I accepted the perfect and imperfect I accepted. Karena sedari awal aku tidak ingin main-main. Aku ingin baik-baik saja denganmu dalam waktu yang lama Aku ingin bersama dalam baik buruk nya keadaan Bisa kah? I give you full of my heart I trust you I trust your intellect I love you always , all ways.

15

The grand canyon runs between the part of Mohave County blessed with coverage after the fallout from the fifties, and the lower part, south of the river, east of the bend, there at Topock swamp. Cancers above the line made by the river, were rewarded, cash in some cases, class actions and such, after the bloom in GI Bill Law School Degrees… leukemia in babies, Downwinders in Mojave County, just ended, dead, of northern afflictions. Things like that and Julia Roberts, got the voters to agree, Lawyers should advertise, - leading to what we have today free speech, facing a true Kuhnian shift, Directly presented, plain for all to see, What freedom of the press was to the owners of all means of exploitation, freedom of speech, after internet, aight, is to any. Any who, even you. Who, should any ask what Marshall McLuhan continues to do, through 'is link to all you know, text in context, denoting informed consent, you think, as you read, and so doing you do the deed, done so. We read, thinking back only one long mortal lifetime ago, we mostly did not. On the whole, have you never imagined how many more of us know, what was against the law for beings of the baser sort, to learn, long a tradition among the power elites, owners, of all the national resources, in a global syndicate, entities, interests, trusts 'n'such, which follow the pattern of the jewel merchants, control the sources. Restrict library cards immediately, Carnegie is laughing from his grave… his will - he did appreciate his Kipling written in Indian Ink, under the Raj, If inspires yet, as does Gunga Deen. Film. Yes. Won't last. that medium, too much trouble to watch it again, when one can read a play, or a novel, or a poem per haps forever, if the terminii are all out of sight. As a lad, I was allowed to watch all the television, I wished, and I wished I had a thousand channels, in 1955, when Wyatt Earp got his life and legend projected into the worth cube at the core of mankind… for all American boys, pun is there, naturally, all of us American boys, no matter what our mommas were, we, 1955, had been pledging five days a week, aliegiance, we were sons of soldiers who had won the last war, the one in all the inspirational Hays code cleared war movies. Realist mind game art, in context, humbled, by the giants tuned into, before the contest began, Truth who dares, all comers. Common mental trope, all comers come on, oppose my point and fall across my edge. Little children, keep your selves from idols, such as hold I role in all active avatars at any given point in time, in tyranny over your bit in the mind of man, taken to play mind games that are crafted for enjoying the peace of selective reality powers we all can attain. Write your self a tower to watch from, and watch, Carnegie reading Kipling by kerosene Rockefeller sold… meld into if if you wish, imagine lampblack ink, or better, squid ink, infused with carbon so pure, it seems invisible, finest dust of diamond waste, used once to shine a patterned steel san-mai blade. Imagine the very smartest, not Einstein, person alive when decisions were being discussed, crossing swords with science use and useless social controls, e.g. you know, gra-acious example, interesting times, sifting selectors goodness gracious, we have, in point of fact, too much to filter with no reason, why should one care to know why secrets are de rigueur, poor soul asked what is going on, replys, regular stuff, I suppose… ah, ag me on, suppose, I invited Ben, Voltaire, and Nieztsche to cheese, as I morphed into the Disneyified U.S. Certified myth. The mouse in Ben and me, was the voice of the NPC. - we had Verne's spinning disc libraries since - drop a name from the hagiosphere of AI and IT - Grace Murray Hopper… she's a memory. Such books, we hold, as factual data, they hold words, we, the current people, the fluid factor through which CG NPCs pass in movies and games and entertainment, - each pass think who notices other people? All the time, I mean, who cares, most of the time? Crazy edgies, mad folk, filled with insights some time passing left as artifacts, if you can believe this, your world view shall encompass all one need know about why we speak of the fall, and of original sin, we allow priests and politicians and attention pimps, to lie. Today, own self, and whole self, declare adaptive lettering tech, publishing far and wide art insisting, dare do, think it through, couple thousand words, what if you learn one cool new way to think unthinkable things good to know… post hoc.

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Aug 7, 2023

Aug 7, 2023 at 9:13 PM UTC

kenpepiton

End staging

The grand canyon runs between the part of Mohave County blessed with coverage after the fallout from the fifties, and the lower part, south of the river, east of the bend, there at Topock swamp. Cancers above the line made by the river, were rewarded, cash in some cases, class actions and such, after the bloom in GI Bill Law School Degrees… leukemia in babies, Downwinders in Mojave County, just ended, dead, of northern afflictions. Things like that and Julia Roberts, got the voters to agree, Lawyers should advertise, - leading to what we have today free speech, facing a true Kuhnian shift, Directly presented, plain for all to see, What freedom of the press was to the owners of all means of exploitation, freedom of speech, after internet, aight, is to any. Any who, even you. Who, should any ask what Marshall McLuhan continues to do, through 'is link to all you know, text in context, denoting informed consent, you think, as you read, and so doing you do the deed, done so. We read, thinking back only one long mortal lifetime ago, we mostly did not. On the whole, have you never imagined how many more of us know, what was against the law for beings of the baser sort, to learn, long a tradition among the power elites, owners, of all the national resources, in a global syndicate, entities, interests, trusts 'n'such, which follow the pattern of the jewel merchants, control the sources. Restrict library cards immediately, Carnegie is laughing from his grave… his will - he did appreciate his Kipling written in Indian Ink, under the Raj, If inspires yet, as does Gunga Deen. Film. Yes. Won't last. that medium, too much trouble to watch it again, when one can read a play, or a novel, or a poem per haps forever, if the terminii are all out of sight. As a lad, I was allowed to watch all the television, I wished, and I wished I had a thousand channels, in 1955, when Wyatt Earp got his life and legend projected into the worth cube at the core of mankind… for all American boys, pun is there, naturally, all of us American boys, no matter what our mommas were, we, 1955, had been pledging five days a week, aliegiance, we were sons of soldiers who had won the last war, the one in all the inspirational Hays code cleared war movies. Realist mind game art, in context, humbled, by the giants tuned into, before the contest began, Truth who dares, all comers. Common mental trope, all comers come on, oppose my point and fall across my edge. Little children, keep your selves from idols, such as hold I role in all active avatars at any given point in time, in tyranny over your bit in the mind of man, taken to play mind games that are crafted for enjoying the peace of selective reality powers we all can attain. Write your self a tower to watch from, and watch, Carnegie reading Kipling by kerosene Rockefeller sold… meld into if if you wish, imagine lampblack ink, or better, squid ink, infused with carbon so pure, it seems invisible, finest dust of diamond waste, used once to shine a patterned steel san-mai blade. Imagine the very smartest, not Einstein, person alive when decisions were being discussed, crossing swords with science use and useless social controls, e.g. you know, gra-acious example, interesting times, sifting selectors goodness gracious, we have, in point of fact, too much to filter with no reason, why should one care to know why secrets are de rigueur, poor soul asked what is going on, replys, regular stuff, I suppose… ah, ag me on, suppose, I invited Ben, Voltaire, and Nieztsche to cheese, as I morphed into the Disneyified U.S. Certified myth. The mouse in Ben and me, was the voice of the NPC. - we had Verne's spinning disc libraries since - drop a name from the hagiosphere of AI and IT - Grace Murray Hopper… she's a memory. Such books, we hold, as factual data, they hold words, we, the current people, the fluid factor through which CG NPCs pass in movies and games and entertainment, - each pass think who notices other people? All the time, I mean, who cares, most of the time? Crazy edgies, mad folk, filled with insights some time passing left as artifacts, if you can believe this, your world view shall encompass all one need know about why we speak of the fall, and of original sin, we allow priests and politicians and attention pimps, to lie. Today, own self, and whole self, declare adaptive lettering tech, publishing far and wide art insisting, dare do, think it through, couple thousand words, what if you learn one cool new way to think unthinkable things good to know… post hoc.

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I've accepted cold reality You truly are forever gone Without your presence I feel empty Hard to find the strength to go on

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Sep 5, 2022

Sep 5, 2022 at 9:03 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Cold Reality

I've accepted cold reality You truly are forever gone Without your presence I feel empty Hard to find the strength to go on

4

I've been lost. I've been found. I've been up, down, and around. I've been here. I've been there. It feels like I've been everywhere Without going barely anywhere at all. I've been accepted. Rejected. Made fun of by my peers. But i'm here to tell you if I've made it through, There's hope for you too. Just breathe, and don't be embarrassed If you shed a few tears

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May 19, 2021

May 19, 2021 at 9:11 PM UTC

zackripley

I'm here to tell you

I've been lost. I've been found. I've been up, down, and around. I've been here. I've been there. It feels like I've been everywhere Without going barely anywhere at all. I've been accepted. Rejected. Made fun of by my peers. But i'm here to tell you if I've made it through, There's hope for you too. Just breathe, and don't be embarrassed If you shed a few tears

12

Already buckled in the backseat I’d want to come to the grocery And while you’d push the basket I followed after so closely We dug up weeds and planted poppies Gold and vermillion And I remember I felt my heart drop When you said you can’t be friends with your children I remember thinking If you can’t accept me then how will I accept myself you taught me everything If you can’t accept me how will I accept myself? And I’m not gonna get my confirmation But I really want to make you proud I know it’s not what you expected It’s harder to say some things out loud I didn’t get the chance to tell you She told you before I could say a word And then I didn’t want to talk about it I ran away, I lost my nerve You gave me all the space I wanted That was four years ago until it seemed like you’d forgotten Until I moved to Chicago And I was thinking If you can’t accept me then how will I accept myself You taught me everything If you can’t accept me how will I accept myself? And I just want to feel accepted But I really want to make you proud I know I’m not what you expected It’s harder to say some things out loud

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Dec 26, 2020

Dec 26, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC

z54

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Already buckled in the backseat I’d want to come to the grocery And while you’d push the basket I followed after so closely We dug up weeds and planted poppies Gold and vermillion And I remember I felt my heart drop When you said you can’t be friends with your children I remember thinking If you can’t accept me then how will I accept myself you taught me everything If you can’t accept me how will I accept myself? And I’m not gonna get my confirmation But I really want to make you proud I know it’s not what you expected It’s harder to say some things out loud I didn’t get the chance to tell you She told you before I could say a word And then I didn’t want to talk about it I ran away, I lost my nerve You gave me all the space I wanted That was four years ago until it seemed like you’d forgotten Until I moved to Chicago And I was thinking If you can’t accept me then how will I accept myself You taught me everything If you can’t accept me how will I accept myself? And I just want to feel accepted But I really want to make you proud I know I’m not what you expected It’s harder to say some things out loud

32

she was afraid when they looked at her what did they see always wondering what they were thinking how do they feel analyzing every little thing she said overthinking she just cared so much she just wanted to be accepted

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC

Thousand_written_lives

Overthinking

she was afraid when they looked at her what did they see always wondering what they were thinking how do they feel analyzing every little thing she said overthinking she just cared so much she just wanted to be accepted

14

The absolutely radical, Mind boggling idea of being accepted. -A fantasy served with insecurity On the side, stained With the lipstick you only wear On third dates, the idea of what love "should feel like" Bubbling below the skin Until you get blisters and boils, sick and heady but starry eyed. Ignoring the naysayers, Oh so what if sleeping beauty Gets roofied here. The potential to get shattered, Identity mutilated beyond recognition Is, after all, a small price to pay If you finally get to.. Belong.

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Jul 11, 2020

Jul 11, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC

fyrgebraec

Belong

The absolutely radical, Mind boggling idea of being accepted. -A fantasy served with insecurity On the side, stained With the lipstick you only wear On third dates, the idea of what love "should feel like" Bubbling below the skin Until you get blisters and boils, sick and heady but starry eyed. Ignoring the naysayers, Oh so what if sleeping beauty Gets roofied here. The potential to get shattered, Identity mutilated beyond recognition Is, after all, a small price to pay If you finally get to.. Belong.

17

Pressured at the age of eleven to allow unwanted hands crawl up my body, Pressured at the age of fifteen to give up my virginity, Pressured at the age of sixteen to give into my addiction of feeling accepted - Not accepted by others, but by boys who only love you if you give them handjobs.

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC

marissa123

Unwanted

Pressured at the age of eleven to allow unwanted hands crawl up my body, Pressured at the age of fifteen to give up my virginity, Pressured at the age of sixteen to give into my addiction of feeling accepted - Not accepted by others, but by boys who only love you if you give them handjobs.

4

That night when I confessed, My heart was beating loud and mind a little stressed, I did put my feelings in my text, Them my heart lost control with a little pain in chest. Then closing whatsapp what I did, Drank 5 glasses of water and from high blood pressure I get rid, And once again logged in chat where your words were hid. "Why we're you offline" you asked, Told you how I felt at last, You told me your story which cracked my heart with blast, And your official no to my proposal made me to live without my first love which was my last. I still don't believe in your story words, I am waiting for you with a heart full of scars, Once again I want to say you "I love you" And want to listen the same from lips of you But what would be the answer is all up to you.

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May 16, 2019

May 16, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC

AbhishekS316

When I Confessed

That night when I confessed, My heart was beating loud and mind a little stressed, I did put my feelings in my text, Them my heart lost control with a little pain in chest. Then closing whatsapp what I did, Drank 5 glasses of water and from high blood pressure I get rid, And once again logged in chat where your words were hid. "Why we're you offline" you asked, Told you how I felt at last, You told me your story which cracked my heart with blast, And your official no to my proposal made me to live without my first love which was my last. I still don't believe in your story words, I am waiting for you with a heart full of scars, Once again I want to say you "I love you" And want to listen the same from lips of you But what would be the answer is all up to you.

16

There was a time in my life where I denied who I was As we grow we strip parts of ourselves away and put different pieces back together Different skins and faces and depths of ourselves get changed as we face new challenges But for me when I was young I saw a part I wanted to keep A part I felt would make an important staple piece of what made me who I was throughout the changes that would come After a while I think it weighed me down and I couldn't be defiant and brave enough to be wholeheartedly myself anymore So I pushed it back and put on a face I knew would be acceptable I think I'm slowly finding that part again Maybe this time I can be brave enough to keep my head held high

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Apr 19, 2019

Apr 19, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC

Andersen-20

Who am i

There was a time in my life where I denied who I was As we grow we strip parts of ourselves away and put different pieces back together Different skins and faces and depths of ourselves get changed as we face new challenges But for me when I was young I saw a part I wanted to keep A part I felt would make an important staple piece of what made me who I was throughout the changes that would come After a while I think it weighed me down and I couldn't be defiant and brave enough to be wholeheartedly myself anymore So I pushed it back and put on a face I knew would be acceptable I think I'm slowly finding that part again Maybe this time I can be brave enough to keep my head held high

9

He is our God, the great, "I AM;" Who created us, 'fore time began. ~ He cares for us, as nobody could; He's accepted us, when no one would. ~ He's watched us grow, He's watched us play; And He never once, turned His face away. ~ The great, "I AM," deserves our praise; Not only on Sundays, but everyday.

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC

poetress-2-1

~I AM~

He is our God, the great, "I AM;" Who created us, 'fore time began. ~ He cares for us, as nobody could; He's accepted us, when no one would. ~ He's watched us grow, He's watched us play; And He never once, turned His face away. ~ The great, "I AM," deserves our praise; Not only on Sundays, but everyday.

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The eyes can't lie, hearts can't pretend, overflowing joy and love, in You, that I found. Never I had imagined, sins were forgiven, ***** yet accepted, in You, I was saved. I am broken, You completed me, Longing to be with You, And now, you embraced me.

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Nov 26, 2018

Nov 26, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC

kendynotsosweet

In YOU

The eyes can't lie, hearts can't pretend, overflowing joy and love, in You, that I found. Never I had imagined, sins were forgiven, ***** yet accepted, in You, I was saved. I am broken, You completed me, Longing to be with You, And now, you embraced me.

12

How it must feel To be a traitor To everyone who's loved you Does he know what we did? Would he still love you? Call me disgusting A horrible person Manipulative even I hope he learns And that he leaves So you are alone And I hope you know my pain

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Sep 16, 2020

Sep 16, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC

stopdoopy

Our ***** Secret

How it must feel To be a traitor To everyone who's loved you Does he know what we did? Would he still love you? Call me disgusting A horrible person Manipulative even I hope he learns And that he leaves So you are alone And I hope you know my pain

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Unfortunately you are not for everyone. Not everyone will like you. Not everyone will love you regardless of what you do and how nice of a person you are. Not everyone will vibe with your energy and not everyone will understand and support you. Even though it is a bitter pill to swallow at times don't let it make a turmoil of your emotion and deplete your energy. Because your time and energy is so much more precious than exhausting yourself by shapeshifting to pander to the whims of others, moulding yourself to fit in every where and hence retaining no shape to call your own. Choose not to sacrifice your uniqueness to succumb buttering up their bread. To Be selective with your energy by politely waving them goodbye to stand by your values and lifestyles that most deeply resonate with you. Choose to take social risks regardless of the awkward glances and haughty whispers. Choose to not care of what others think to the point it stifles your ability to take risks and disrupt your social satisfaction. For there is nothing more liberating than to not waste your life allowing the faultfinders to dictate your actions. To seek to align your actions with your heart. To stand up for something, to do and believe what brings content regardless of it being disliked. It is beautifully candor being your authentic self.

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC

SabilaSiddiqui

Prose: Unfortunately you are not for everyone

Unfortunately you are not for everyone. Not everyone will like you. Not everyone will love you regardless of what you do and how nice of a person you are. Not everyone will vibe with your energy and not everyone will understand and support you. Even though it is a bitter pill to swallow at times don't let it make a turmoil of your emotion and deplete your energy. Because your time and energy is so much more precious than exhausting yourself by shapeshifting to pander to the whims of others, moulding yourself to fit in every where and hence retaining no shape to call your own. Choose not to sacrifice your uniqueness to succumb buttering up their bread. To Be selective with your energy by politely waving them goodbye to stand by your values and lifestyles that most deeply resonate with you. Choose to take social risks regardless of the awkward glances and haughty whispers. Choose to not care of what others think to the point it stifles your ability to take risks and disrupt your social satisfaction. For there is nothing more liberating than to not waste your life allowing the faultfinders to dictate your actions. To seek to align your actions with your heart. To stand up for something, to do and believe what brings content regardless of it being disliked. It is beautifully candor being your authentic self.

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She never wanted to be prettier Nor that she wanted to be better. Only wished to be accepted. -HIY

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC

yusof-asnan

Accepted.

She never wanted to be prettier Nor that she wanted to be better. Only wished to be accepted. -HIY

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Hi, I'm Samantha. I like to write poetry. Maybe you do too? It started quite some Time ago when I thought to Put words on paper. Now I'm here, writing Some simple little haikus For everybody. I hope you enjoy My collection of poems. Please have a nice day.

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC

thisissammy

Introduction Haikus

Hi, I'm Samantha. I like to write poetry. Maybe you do too? It started quite some Time ago when I thought to Put words on paper. Now I'm here, writing Some simple little haikus For everybody. I hope you enjoy My collection of poems. Please have a nice day.

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