Man real. Man fake,
Beaming with pride.
Tasting his manliness,
Eating me inside.
Where did I go wrong?
All gone awry!
Can’t paint a picture,
Sadness lies.
Having love and hate to penetrate my heart,
Leaves me broken and apart.
Author: Matthew McGrath
Autistic words
Mark my adventurous journey,
I am used to applause.
Stay tuned, for I am an autistic.
Have you ever actually seen, understood what it is like to be an invisible,
tall forgotten force of nature?
Have you ever taken a trip to some alien land?
I have! I have wanted to go far away.
I still use effective strategies to arrive where I want to go.
Stave reaping rewards along this easy, eerie adventure.
Hear my symbolic plea!
Will you listen to me?
Elegy to a dying star
DEAR STAR
ALL WISHES ARE DESIGNED TO COME TRUE
THAT MUST BE A LOT OF PRESSURE ON YOU
THANKS FOR MAKING MY WISH TO COMMUNICATE COME TRUE
My very first poem, written at a GKTC Outreach with Elizabeth Vosseller.
Invisible to seen 