Painful memories are plaguing my brain,
Losing my mind, past is too grave,
People mean well, but no one can help,
Languishing memories, painful language,
Leaves me alone and leaves me afraid.
Painful memories are plaguing my brain,
Losing my mind, past is too grave,
People mean well, but no one can help,
Languishing memories, painful language,
Leaves me alone and leaves me afraid.
As fear envelops my heart,
Eating my life away.
I sit here with thoughts of talking to my betrayer.
Looking, taunting takes me away.
Are you listening to me?
Better talk to me soon, because time says best,
The secret bears repeating, and fear says goodness will prevail,
I want to cattle the talkers.
Better run and try to feel the torment, that you made me feel.
Have a thankless, foolish time in prison,
And take it from me,
You are treading on past feelings, of taking my dignity.
Take my advice, thank the lord, for he is going to forgive you, but not me!
Too much pain to handle,
Talking to you, hurts my senses because the memory is too fresh,
Tasting you and feeling you, teaches me pain, tortures my soul,
Taunting me because I am different talks to your better nature,
Talking to your countless turns of character, takes time to effect change,
Tasting only betters B**,
Taunting becomes my punishment,
Talking becomes my sentence,
Tasting you feels like there is no end,
Taunting kills me as I was your friend,
Talking to please you,
Tasting to feel your foolish manliness,
Takes me wounded to my grave.
Toys, long to be played with,
Love, likes to be enjoyed,
Measuring, much of my childhood,
Taking, much of my joy!
Turning, there’s no looking back,
It, waits in the shadows,
Tears, holding me back,
Toys, teasing to be played with,
I, turned the corner,
Toys, are in the past!
January 29, 2021
I was gaining momentum over my obsession with loving toys that are for little kids, when I wrote this a few years ago. Unfortunately, my battle is still much going on, talking to toys is still looking at me in the face every day.
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.
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?
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.
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