"acception" poems
Sometimes I find myself wishing for more;
That I could make something better than before.
Everything I’ve done is a one-time exception;
I face myself with thorns rather than acception.
Surely my successes were merely chance!
Ideas don’t come to me like they did in the past.
People say they see talent in me, I see nothing—
Then again, would I even know I was good at something?
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 10:33 PM UTC
Here I am
on the edge between
happiness and sadness
once more.
How did I get here?
How did I become so lost,
so alone...
Why am I here?
Why dont I belong?
acception is such a strange concept.
We believe in those we feel worthy,
and forget those we feel are not.
Why cant we accept that each
And every person is great
and unique and amazing
in ther own special way
they create individually.
I would do a lot
to make sure
people dont end up
where I am right now.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
It all starts with a kiss on the forehead from the devil.
A curse so deadly that The Grim Reaper would fear for his life.
Togetherness is a lost cause for sanity and my mind.
One of them, if not both, has been absent.
I've killed many and many before.
Homicidal cravings have polluted my veins.
Empathy has fled the scene of this heinous crime inside my head,
As the voices so gracefully moved in.
Frequent scenarios are projected in my dreams,
Like some spooky yet ****** film.
Two vampiric women kiss so maliciously,
As their lips are painted with blood.
This vision makes ****** ********
The blood flow has not yet been drained from my vision,
As it stains the cotton of my memory.
Remorseful thoughts convert to an addiction.
I need to accommodate another fix, before my inevitable conviction.
I've once felt the feelings of the peaceful,
But reality has stolen my conscience.
A lovely soul transformed to atrocity .
This lantern gained a shortage of oil,
causing me to become lost in a field of misery and pain.
Minacious laughs frolic in my ears,
Though these giggles I'm quite familiar with.
I heard them often, so joyful and so free.
But now they've turned to evil.
An inability to move my hands when desired,
Caused by attire not aimed for warmth.
I'm a prisoner blocked by a wall of darkness,
So deliberately detaining my sanity.
I have loved a time, so long ago,
Where happiness was my most valued acquaintance.
Yet something inside of me awoken so suddenly,
Shamelessly demolishing any remote heart I once possessed.
Possession is such a polite word to use,
describing demonic forces taking ownership of your soul.
But I consider it a blessing in disguise,
Due to the unescapable fact that who I was could not be an acception,
To those who hold superiority over me.
A monster I was?
Or A monster I have became.
It would never be determined by the others.
All they fathom is that a monster is contained,
And lives will no longer be stolen by the guilty hands of this monster.
But what gives human life it's worth?
I will forever ponder that thought.
For I am the star of this so called Hell,
And where I'll be when my time has come,
No sane human would dwell.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Everyday you come across many people
Short, tall, black, white, round, slim, pretty and ugly
You learn eventually that these people become gone
Gone is many ways
Gone towards you
Gone towards themselves
Spritrualy, mentally, physically, and financially
The truth is that these strangers are your friends, your lover, your family.
They take you on beautiful strolls to contemplate on life
They take a toll on your life
They take a hold on your life
Accepting the love we think we deserve has hit me the worst
Wherever it may be you would like to be accepted
At school
At home
At work
Anywhere, acception is key
Have you ever wondered why people feel the need to be accepted by someone that truly does not care for their being?
It's an indescribable pain
Being unaccepted can taunt your innerself and make you believe you cannot live without
You're mental and physical frame convinces you to believe that you will never be good enough for anything or anyone
Still people chose to hold on and continue to what cannot be
The madness of this is that while we try to spread love we have not recieved it back and we can but not from the people we deeply desire for
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
I choose to accept
your every quirk.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
I’ve been looking for a new me
Slipping on a different pair of skin
Drinking someone else’s opinion
I can’t find myself anymore
This isn’t my voice
They’ve dressed me up into a monster I’m not
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 9:17 PM UTC
Things are starting to fall into place
I think or am I lying to myself
What more could I ask for
I got the man
I got two beautiful kids
So why wouldn't I be
Yet I'm still stuck
Anxiety overloads
Scared of myself
What have you done to me
Wanting acception from you
But why
You don't care about me
You only cared when I sed
Yes here take it
Yes here control me
Yes here's my life
Your meant to show me
How to live
How to survive
How to grow up
How to be strong
Yet all you taught me was
How to relay on you
How to struggle
How not to budget
How not to love
So all I will say is
Goodbye
The hardest goodbye I've ever done
Soo ....
Bye mum bye dad
I will survive on my own
I will teach my kids
I will make them stronger
I will make them smile
I will make them laugh
Because that is what
A parent should do
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 15, 2022 at 3:28 PM UTC
There is nothing more hollow than the sound of fate.
We used to drink coolers in the sunlight and beam at the current state of the world;
Crystallized visions warped in everlasting time,
we dreamed.
We were unbothered, but unhinged without realization,
But we loved it anyways.
A remaining 24 hour cycle- a day by day opening first act
We stood amongst our choices and applauded.
-
All she wants is a late night whisper of confirmation.
All she wants is everyone to see her glamorous, shooting star
personality;
Make them think, under her belief,
that she was anything special.
Grappling for a sense of hope and help and laughter
A glimpse into this near-distant future
Screaming for a change in the past.
Its all left unheard and she aims for the sun-
She lands amongst the tides and sinks under.
She lays her head on her satin red pillows and cries a song no one will hear, no one cares to open their ears.
And in the morning you find her face down.
-
They call me the green dragon because I'm puffing smoke,
Filling the surrounding rooms and destroying everyone I know.
I don't know where I'm coming from and where my mind has seemed to go but
I hold dearly these emotions arising
And I can't stop this swelling in my chest;
What comes after this?
I am transported into this space of celestial fluid that consumes my thoughts
The dark matter, the voices you can't seem to find, nor grab
They disappear like a photograph over a slow burning candle,
Fading off like smoke into the air,
Nothing.
They were always something. And now they stay lingering,
Infused into this space and you are treading water
Your head almost under.
We slip into this sleepless coma, this eternal unfamiliarity of the future
Dark as night, mute noise, no one present
Your eyes slip back and remember, remind yourself of what you lost
Face the actions you've created, you've sought out
Drown.
I whisper through the tears and say I'm not the only one,
I'm not the only one,
And somewhere soon we'll meet again and drown the sun.
Some lost love, a forbidden thought,
I am apologetic but I must be leaving
And soon one day I hope to see
That things will remain what they seem.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
empty texts;
stalling for
the words we
lack to actually
say,
standing for
the longed after
trio: i-miss-you,
that we have forbade
after we gave away
what was built
and what was made
on our ground.
i crave the
i-miss-yous
and i crave
your scent
and your touch
but dont mistake me:
not the recent, but
i crave the touch you
once possessed, when you
invested in the rest
of your life.
instead of your now
obsessed, depressed touch;
addicted, submitted,
your desperate touch
for acception of
all of your regrettable acts;
for acception of all your
acquired repulsive habits
ruining you.
oh baby , dont you see they're ruining you?
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Apparently I talk as though
something's missing from your book.
I laugh because I know there's not, yet
I'd be lying if I said that I
hadn't already looked.
When I speak of you my words reveal
none of that which you've become,
I dare not tell them what you mean to me,
nor how you make me feel, once more,
young.
I'm feel as though I'm wobbling from
the sturdiness of your grip.
Unbalanced and uncompromised,
I'm bracing myself to slip
away from you.
I'm waiting for you to leave,
preparing myself to grieve
over your loss. A small voice
attempting to convince that
I never gave a toss for you
at all.
If that voice was right, then I wouldn't feel so small
without you.
You worry me
I haven't felt you attempting to hurry me along,
nor have I felt the need to
long for your affection,
your regular attention shows a surprisingly
full acception and reflection
of myself.
You're lifting me from the shelf of my creation,
my elation dampened simply by surprise
and shock
that the rock I have been clinging to wasn't
such a burden after all.
In fact it became a tool and
rule of our companionship
which I timidly, yet confidently, accept
to be becoming
a relationship.
Welcome to the Mad House.
(I hope you decide to stay)
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Acting to please others
Yet why even try?
Most end up bothers
Rest quickly say goodbye
It's always a lot of stress
To try and always impress
There are too many people
To care about every person
But in my back like a needle
Is a need for acception
I end up becoming a mess
Trying to always impress
I can feel their eyes
Judging my every move
As if they're more wise
Myself I have to prove
I am their slave, I confess
Always trying to impress
Except this is all in my head
I need to stop creating strife
So I matter when I'm dead
To those who care about my life
But to truly end this distress
I must be the first one I impress
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
Affection
something I crave
from nobody other than you.
Attention
something I hate
but I want all of yours.
Appreciation
something I have
for every one of your actions.
Acception
something I need
because you will never be mine.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
Two sips away from poison
Two lies away from treason.
Two too many mistakes made for redemption
Two too many hands away from salvation.
Two minutes away from acception
Two seconds away from extinction.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
you expect the perfection
i expect the acception
what a negotiation
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
mindfulness on nature's needles
see the sky's brightness turned to max over hand prints
planned trips of impromptu gladness exceeds all
of every expectations, I breathe tall
I feel small, but content
the world's beauty just will never relent
it is my perception that ebbs and flows
my imperfections that make me glow
and my intentions that seem to go
in all directions connected expressions
I feel the calm of love and acception
within is lifted, the self-oppression
I'm blissed out this yoga session
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
It's me who should know better
It's me who should make the sacrifice
It's me who should be strong
when others won't.
for what?
When did I get so used to
burn every inch of myself out
for acception and love
that no one grants me?
for what?
It's me who knows better
It's me who makes the sacrifice
It's me who is strong
as it's the only choice
for what?
When did it get so hard not to
wear everything on my sleeve
as opposed to hide them so
I won't be noticed?
for what?
It's me who is the fool
It's me who is the attention-seeker
It's me who is the weakling
still painfully invisible.
no reason, no consequence
no beginning, no end
after all, I'm the girl who can't hurt herself
who can't heal herself
who can neither exist nor perish.
It's me who is the utmost liar
no savior, no captor
no one, no one, no one.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
She was drown to superstars
Shiny cars
Fast lives Slow hearts, materialistic worshippers
Loud mouths, voice yelling hand clappers
Just to get a point a across
Attitude filled reality stars
She idolized, visualized and internalized
Their lifestyles
Just to end up losing her own identity
Consumed by what she idolized she forgot to open her eyes
Blinded by perception, while dying to gain acception
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
I want to Write down what I'm feeling.
Describe everything I'm dreaming.
My love for you were as warm as a fire.
But why? You're nothing but a liar.
Have I even ever felt love?
Or was it just deception,
The wanting for acception?
Why did I ever trust you?
Did I just never see the issue?
Did you ever love me?
Or was I just another dummy?
You used me,
Abused me.
Left me public smiling,
Secretly crying,
But now I'm just dying.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
My kidneys are failing me
But I have failed them too
I tried to **** myself
Yes I'm starting on a taboo.
But I do have to admit
One very sad little fact.
I never wanted to end my life
It all was just one sick act.
I know, it's low.
But don't cheer up just yet.
If I did it for a lack of attention
that you didn't give, and I didn't get.
Then what does that make of you?
Do you feel any better?
I still managed to harm my health,
Not dying doesn't end my letter.
I need love and acception
So I happen to just ask it wrong.
People make mistakes,
And I've made them so long.
I at least care to come clean,
I have the feeling, I'm never seen.
I speak the truth when I say,
I've never chosen the wrong way.
I just needed you
And you needed me too
I'm not there, but neither are you
It's not fair, but we're not seeing through.
We're both wrong
And no ones right.
And now you're gone
And I gave up the fight.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
I Am A Teenager
mY moutH iS A fauceT
My Mind Is A Different Somebody
whO I havE yeT tO meeT
I Strive To Succeed
iT striveS tO faiL
I Strive To Work Hard
iT striveS tO givE iN
I Strive To Be Who I Want To Be
anD alL thaT minD oF minE doeS
Is Stop Me
I Am A Teenager
yeS I spenD alL daY oN mY phonE
But No It’s Not Because I’m Texting My Friends
it’S noT becausE i’M ignorinG yoU
I’m Just Trying To Distract Myself
froM thE constanT paiN piercinG mY thoughtS
Letting Me Believe That I Won’t Make It
Past Graduation
lettinG mE believE thaT lovinG myselF
isn’T possiblE
I Try To Stop These Thoughts And Move Forward
anD alL thaT minD oF minE doeS
Is Stop Me
I Am A Teenager
starvinG foR acceptioN
Dehydrated Of Happiness
mY motheR
Holding Cake And Water
buT noT carinG foR mE
For Fear Of Too Many Calories
anD noT wantinG tO triP anD falL
I Beg For Her Truthfulness
anD alL thaT minD oF herS doeS
Is Stop Her
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
Centred
Yet no attention
She craves attention
Society gives her a reflection
Yet she gets no acception
She tries to be the everyday
Projects failure
Has no savior
No hope
The struggle like night and day
Still no acception
Becomes too much
Thinks she's doing the norm
Doesn't realise she's stepping on a thorn
Here comes a storm
Critical rhythmatics
All against her
Cause she's tryna be her version of the norm
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
im trapped, my mind stumbles.
my soul lost in the deep abyss my feelings crumble.
four corners w no door, start overthinking.
i seek acception but hey that **** taught me a lesson.
im at bay, everyone i trust they separate
I learned it at a young age but what is there to say.
so fill my void
i've been pretty patient but still annoyed.
thoughts hit me hard at night like an astroid.
cant lose my sanity, for all thats going on throughout humanity, dont play w me
cause underneath this skin is pure insanity.
used to be courageous
w the sickness going on i got contagious,
generation still acting wild but yet i see no changes
relationships, couples going downhill like a soulless boulder, but dont forget girl your beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
if you're hurt dont forget that you could cry up on my shoulder.
i mean i dont see how i could get much colder.
and then that ***** sold her.
ya **** right i'd love to say i told her but shes broken never woken and now i have to hold her.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
What does it matter that I'm good . I'll never be alright with who I am, what I want is only a dream. And the ones that I love are as real as life will ever be.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC