"exceptance" poems
It was in the summer we crashed in a wreck of awkward bodies.
Two drifters lost,
Togather found a demented teenage passion.
Two junkies clean in a dirty thought.
A outcast a ***** far from labels in a rejects refuge.
Runaways stumbling in a confussed state.
We fixed only to share a sweet addiction her lips
still tatse a bitter sweet strawberry in my thoughts
erased I wonder did she ever know?
Broken wings tattred love isnt always true.
Many can have the flesh few a womans soul.
The rain did keep a steady rythm in that abandoned car.
Tracks the needle kisses of exceptance thirst we all
shall in time.
But that is but a watercolor cast eternal
within the vault of my mind.
Held for moment I wonder did you fade cold.
As the epitapth draws blood from thought.
I can only taste my past as you speak gentle in the harshness
of what was then a nightmare of a love i relize now.
Sometimes such treasure's are cast aside.
Lost souls embers of emptyness from this city.
And the backseat from which we did confide.
And if the lines did ever connect and i found you again.
fragments would recall togther it wouldnt know
the truth of my minds lie.
I hold you in thoughts as once i did in arms.
I wonder if only for a moment if you ever knew.
In the ****** up backdrop you were the
one that knew me best.
A jokers thought addicts in nights gentle
dream.
Goodbye honey maybe now you can finally
the peace you so do desserve.
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
My cat is gone
Stormshadow-san.
I've waited long enough,
Its time to search.
The giant hill covered in mis-matched patches of overly-healthy and near-dead grass, was no longer a ****** opsticle,
But an enormous accelerator to my race to find my buddy
I run fast into the wooded clearing
Panning far and wide
Ntt nttntt nttntt! Ntt nttntt nttntt! I exhort to him in his native tongue.
STORMYYY! NTTT NTT NTT!NTT!NTT!
(I sound like a dying chipmunk)
Gazing high into the swaying treetops,
A white-spot catches my not-so-great eyesight
My heart follows me down the hill
Faster than legs can move it raptures me to a scar in the little mountain before me
Its not him, but I keep looking
The trees, not yet fully budded, and green from the waters touch.
I see early flowers of purple and white springing from the dead and withered leaves.
I can't believe.
But I do, believe, in Love, and life.
My wandering eyes now fixated upon these little ironcly painted flowers fill with salt water and fog my heart.
I can tell that my heart is letting go, but the stubborn child in me says
"NOO OHOHO OHohoh *snort!"
I feel myself being held, by a father who understands and cares of his sons tears
And the tears suddenly disappear.
Like a flood, calm washes over me.
I turn back to the house of " exceptance"
Mine eyes look up for one second.
And there is snake eyes-san, jet black with girly features. She meows hello and slides below
My terribly worn out sneakers.
I knew she knew, and she knew I knew.
"He's gone, but im here with you"
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Im so ******* tired it pains me to dream
of a promise of tommorow.
The past held moments Im a dreamer without vision.
A mud puddle reflecting many thought's *******
up and so very unclear.
The bottle's company my only true friend.
They see me as nothing but a fool.
I hate the prison that has become
my soul.
The state fair trinket broken hearts
and cotton candy.
A fargone memory in the lifeless
air.
I could play the role or act the *******
Ive slowley become.
Pull the trigger and paint the legend.
Free the fool and cast the sunset of my days.
But im addicted to there praise.
Slave to exceptance losser to the big win.
Have the courage to show your face.
Goodbye for now .
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 10:47 PM UTC
False sense and even more hopless logic.
The meak bleed the dream and the truth exists for the chosen .
Weaknes is a sin and in the darkness he awaits to embrace .
Shunned like you my child why seek exceptance when the cruel torment
And the so called wicked remain silent inspite there action's?
Part of my soul is never anothers to consume i made these steps alone dont give credit to none that have aided your efforts .
Embrace your desires burn in the flames of want and be truthful while others exist within there lies .
The wind holds more truths for it breathes life were hope only lends to help the weak remain.
Never seek acceptance .
The embrace awaits those not blind within heart.
Do not follow and you will never be led astray.
Truth is always the first victim to fear .
Bleed only for your own existance .
I bare no message to the ignorant .
Just a simple slap to the face harder than you may give to me.
Right your own rules before you become a fool for anothers .
Whispers in shadows .
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
He was as lonesome as a cemetery.
And far more empty than any barren field.
In your time nobody will recognize your genius till its flame has long since been extinguished.
Nobody sought out to be a legend they simply put one foot in front of the other in hopes just to get through as ****** as me or you.
He never knew exceptance and most thought him a outcast.
That ******* in the mirror was a stranger to even I.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
*Blood diamonds dripping from severed veins reign eternally, falling within synced rhymes
Frantic drums rumbling, slurred echos pulsating rich of certainty
Cumulus clouds rolling shadows of confusion
Illusions induce flashbacks lurking dangerous memories left abandoned
Disoriented glares raging upon magical fields of familiar residence
Classical exceptance cuts into battered minds disengaging physical existance*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Older, but not by much,
we always grated, girlfriends
too close for , both our comfort.
Older now, the pair of us,
Chinese takeaway, beer, of course,
we are used to the quirks;
the personality rubs.
The uniqueness that is ours.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Who am I
People say
While hours slip
Into days
We ignore ourselves
Time wastes away
Change is left
In the cold to lay
Money madness pain and sorrow
Crash on us quickly
Much like tomorrow.
On the outside, we are clean
But on the inside, full of dream
Exceptance blocks us
from ourselves
Unable to unleash
What can be held
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
I feel like I'm in solitary confinement
Always alone in my head
The people around me become the walls
That contain me
I'm angry
I'm sad
So disappointed
The people I believe in
Aren't ever who I think they are
And I'm out of trust
I'm low on exceptance
And don't care if I'm broken down
In the middle of no where
Because it would only be the physical
Version of my life inside my head
But people are just people
And that just kills me
People aren't who they seem to be
My world revolves around that
Honesty, loyalty, truthfulness
All qualities everyone seems to have
Abandoned but I'm still looking
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
*I am no longer a slave to fear,
I suffered and struggled,
but all was lefted higher
when I let you cary me
through the fire.
I gathered my well
I built my wall’s stronger
all in your name,
I gave you all of my strife
and excepted my life.
I lived as life pushed on
harder, as is your well
and your desire.
You gave me kindling
to build my fire,
allowing my flame
to grow higher.
I have just one desire,
to live for you
and grow until
I can’t grow any higher.
You are my hope and dreams,
you bring me to my knees,
not in vain but for
strangth and exceptance.
Aman*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC