"apperception" poems
The routine sun rose
Sinking thinking
A swollen scene of city wonder
Small color blunders bleed the jungle dry
But I try
And that's something the camaraderie sighs at
But still with that fact,
I go.
Faux lives carriage by
Made of paper, made of dimes
Teenage crimes can supply felicity
IN public SIMPLICITY.
Omit apperception moreover audition:
Copy and paste the taste you had when you were young and drag it to oblivion.
for the eventual:
the sensual isn't essential
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
Sometimes all my head needs to hear
Are sensible stimulations to keep
My thirsty thoughts on track.
I am sorry for my sporadic sensations,
I should share them with the class.
But I can't keep constant cognition
Since the sunshine sparkles in my sights,
And an essence ever so eloquent evanesces from Elaine,
And Fred's fervid feeding fantasia flogs my guts.
I apologize for my lack of attention.
I know it doesn't adhere to your ability and awareness.
But bare with me babe, I have big benevolent things to say.
My waking words of wisdom wage a token to your time.
So I speak like significant social crime,
It seems so sensible, does it not?
Aye, let me idle your illness
And enlighten your English!
My thin ticking thoughts throw in all directions,
I'm positive something will appeal to your petition.
Just Listen and Learn!
All my alliteration has already altered your apperception.
Soon my silly sounds will cease.
I guarantee this gossip
Makes you giddy and not guilty.
So I thank you,
For listening to my labor.
It truly told a timeless tale.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
A darkness, the gloaming,
Passes through the hill
Terminating summer
And the remainder of our laughter
Now I halt at the ****** of my tracks—
Awaiting, anticipating, yearning for the best
The best has passed!
Or perhaps was never intended
Not for now, not this fall,
Not ever, at least for me—
Should I accept that?
Or never lapse under the weight
The weight of autumn,
Jubilation evanesced
Apperception of edging expiry
The beginning of absolute rest
A failed romance,
Deteriorated to the end
And leaves you ruminating,
“What could have been…"
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
Am I an apperception?
I got "someone" who needs me in her life,
I got "people" who need me six fit under,
I am an ambitious person so...
They dislike me for my ambitions...
Am I the chosen "one"?
I pray everyday when I wake up and before I sleep,
Including everyone who's important to me...
I see things that happened when I wasn't there,
I see things that will happen before they do
Sill not going to church, yet...
Am I who I am?
Is What I see in the mirror an illusion,
Or pretentiousness...
Do they dis/like me for my fractal expression,
Or something else unknown...
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
a sound, an ear, a thought, a riposte?
too reductive.
are we really thus bound to the
spatiotemporal nature of apperception?
a thought, a sound, movement, vibrations,
light traveling faster than sound,
mind reading,
your thoughts, your ear, my utterance,
your conceptions explode,
and I have said hello.
you have judged me unworthy of
more than the basic civility
shown to passing strangers
before my vibration hit your ear.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
Sadness comes with me to you, and I speak the
words in my mind as I cannot say
them to you. Even as my blue grey crosses with
your brown, the emptiness fills my subconscious, as
your unawareness of not knowing penetrates; the drowning of
show and tell suffocates, inside me. Unable I am to satiate
my colours for the map, I drew for you lays unread, in the
dark on your desk. Inside my eyes, unshed tears are
burning, for their way to come out, as it aches and takes
the fabric of skin with them to reveal a shallowed
passion. I wonder, if I should make an end to it, and once
and for all be done with this…
But the look in your eyes, however empty of
apperception pervade into intuitive truth, though deep words
are few. I had not realized, been focusing on
the wrong things all along. So I bid, expand your
vocabulary on me, I will show you the wealth of the vast
universes they can reveal. Into your world they will bleed, as I will
read your little star sign book; and with the way in
which you devour written words, open up your mind and take
mine into it. Give me a reason to look into your
unsuspecting eyes, with a sincerity that is blind.
© 2005
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Stay here.
Melt.
Your body's aroma a fetid aura of self gratification, for null.
Compulsory movements towards recompense as a reward for...
What?
For melting. For rotting. For the day to day grind.
For this post-industrial nightmare
That has found a home in your apperception.
It is wrong to write the song.
It has already been written for you.
Stay here.
Melt.
It is wrong to be strong.
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
*The deafening of silence
The apperception of my brain
It is just seem to wander
Because here I am trying to wonder
The feelings that I thought were gone from what I ponder.
In a glance... it's coming!
Everything's rushing!
Endeavoring to shut my mind,
wanting to stop the hunting of what was elapsed.
What I want is, to doze off and escape from this 3am thoughts.*
-A
8/9/14
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
I'm always inclined to curse at an idea.
These hands haven't seen the light of day in ages-
I can read my past between the crevices.
Too bad it's in a language of anguish-
one I can't seem to decipher.
Will someone teach me?
I am stuck throwing profanities at entities
that will never be able to reply.
Guess I am selfish that way.
and my mind likes to remind of this
when my chest starts spilling out
this morse code that I am not capable
of translating.
it pulses SOS
the only cadence
I have been able to understand.
the rest is all just blur,
just foggy memory.
I am cursing at my brain's
inability to show me.
What is the language of anguish?
Can I feel it in the pulsating of my chest?
Does it whisper to me at night before bed?
Is that the reason I can't sleep?
I have been learning how to understand this trauma
through the stomach pains and pale face.
I am native to it,
born here inside of this suffering.
But still cannot seem to
distinguish the meaning.
How do you find a lost memory
when it is tucked neatly
in the lining of your suffering?
When can I put this to rest?
Will I find meaning here
inside the convalescence?
Or will it all be for nothing?
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
Stars belt in orbit
should I stand too fast,
so I sit back down,
enjoy astrophysical
apperception's fancy flight.
Make my wishes upon
fallings off, this one,
that one, the other.
I wish it all away,
this pill, that pill,
the other. The spills,
the spells, the other tells
of declining lucky stars
intermittent with
shooting gratitude
for love given and taken,
laughs giggled and shaken,
and discovery of
Pluto's big heart.
Hope still, is in course.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
*If there weren't any reality,
Then there wouldn't be any way to wonder
Questioning it's truth, its very existence.
You think, therefore you are?
Your conscious ability to question, is that proof enough?
I ponder, I bask, this day now, it has passed—
Yet what can be confirmed until
We know consciousness is pure validity
Some would say the topic is mundane, over-analyzed,
Some assume there's no reason to think about it,
After all, no answer is indisputable,
And why ponder that which cannot be confirmed?
But who are we to say?
Philosophy's essence can only confuse one more,
(I'll accidentally remind myself of such, every day)
And yet in the quaking
Of the diamond-dusted dawn,
In the tremble of the night,
The apperception of it all,
Through and through, and 'round the late
Can even I, can all, including those who have died—
Entrust their might through life on grime
Of every sullen soul's demise—
Within the evening's promise of hope
Or blindly fall
Beneath it all...*
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Every forest fire
The firefighters in the thick
Of the fire
Always see a
An apperception of a
Firey red head
Who was said to start the fires.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC