Who am I?Who am I? I try to figure out myself.Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Different, outcast, abnormal.
Something was different about me, but what?
The treasure chest of my possession awareness
Wasn't unlocked by my mother
Until I was 11.
I know some people might have minds like me,
But I feel like Eeyore with Tigger's known thoughts:
"I'm the only one".
At times, I'm a zebra in a group of Dalmations.
I find several paths of understanding
When several songs enter my ears.
Autism awareness is the key that unlocks the door
To a world I never imagined.
As my eyes opened to a new world,
I realize there are certain people
Who either want to exile autism from their minds,
Or people who drag autistics and aspies
To the center of insulting jokes.
I question the media's motivation
To give birth to stereotypes,
With unawareness of giving birth to depression.
I hear insults and I think to myself,
"What the Hans Asperger is the problem?"
I'm part of a group that embraces autism.
Although the rope connecting autism
QwertyQwerty6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I taste pine and music notes
I smell the eyes watching from the smoke
I see the colors of life and death
I hear the canary yellow's golden breath
The music feels like satin in my treasure-chest heart
The one thing keeping me from falling apart
Caught in the space between
Stuck between two worlds I cannot see
They pass and laugh like wooden figures
on the merry-go-round
I wait and wish for sea-salt tears
to leave a trail
so I can be found
Mannequins and puppets just like me
Trapped in cracking bodies, screaming to be free
I am not the one who is in control now
When the judjement bells toll, my friends aren't around
Just the wafting perfume of lies and belief
When can I stop and rest and get some relief?
Ball-joint fingers cover sad marble eyes
For the poor living puppet who can't dream or cry
Beautiful Sound.The Love it felt through many years,Beautiful Sound.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The smiles that led to icy tears.
Discovering that it had been hypnotized,
Trying not to give in to those dark lies.
The brave heart that could never be broken,
by words that had been spoken.
The darkness will always be held within this tangled web.
However so will the light.
The more you try to break this heart,
the more it will learn to fight.
And once the love has been found,
the music will be played,
and will be played for a lifetime,
for love is a beautiful......
To Us- Synesthesiai.To Us- Synesthesia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
excites a burst
of color; an
tastes of mangoes;
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
all become a
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
each number becomes
its own plane
all the numbers
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
a perfect pattern.
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
NASCAR Toon Cup 2014: SPRINT UNLIMITED Part 355 laps have been completed....one segment, 20 laps to go in the 2014 Sprint Unlimited! Here's how they ran after segment 2:NASCAR Toon Cup 2014: SPRINT UNLIMITED Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. Timmy Turner (20)
2. Yugi Moto (11)
3. Tommy Pickles (24)
4. Ashley Armbruster (15)
5. Otto Rocket (3)
6. Joey Wheeler (18)
7. Kick Buttowski (14)
8. Edd (4)
9. Kim Possible (88)
10. Abigail Lincoln (5)
11. Ash Ketchum (36)
12. Phineas Flynn (43)
13. Ferb Fletcher (9)
14. Danny Fenton (16) (DNF: Accident)
15. Nigel Uno (1) (DNF: Accident)
16. Hoagie Gilligan (2) (DNF: Accident)
17. Cindy Vortex (10) (DNF: Accident)
18. Rudy Tabootie (17) (DNF: Accident)
19. Tristan Taylor (22) (DNF: Accident)
20. Jeremy Johnson (31) (DNF: Accident)
21. Guy Hamdon (41) (DNF: Accident)
22. Ben Tennyson (47) (DNF: Accident)
23. Vince Lasalle (55) (DNF: Accident)
24. Randy Cunningham (48) (DNF: Accident)
25. Dudley Puppy (99) (DNF: Accident)
26. Virgil Hawkins (32) (DNF: Accident)
Now here's how they run after pit stops:
1. Edd (4)
2. Yugi Moto (11)
3. Otto Rocket (3)
4. Timmy Tur
I'm Not Writing AnythingHe didn't even deserve a funeral.I'm Not Writing Anything5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ffeminyddiaethEn road: Il y a du frost outside sur les fields ou el moëbius sobre la historia de la humanidad ou 'ffeminyddiaeth'ffeminyddiaeth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I was feeling very lost
very utterly defeated
until this yesterday with the
travel and the Southern Cross
now know this: i can tell all there is)
When all was god, drugs or new eyes there were also the ma
Sweet Tunes - FFM 2010The only way to appease the creature was to play music at it the older music the better. Whenever the music stopped, it'd stop its melodic swaying, freeze, and then let out the most terrifying and deadly cry. Eardrums bursting, glass shattering, electronics exploding, eyeballs melting that kind of cry.Sweet Tunes - FFM 20105 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After that, it would disappear, only to reappear at the most inconvenient place imaginable, ready to explode again. If those around it valued their spleens, they would start digging for their MP3-players right away. The more musical amongst us might start a serenade, or some kind of ad-libbed drumming session on whatever's nearby.
But the creature's appetites for quality only increased as the days passed and no-one had yet figured out a way to communicate, capture or otherwise kill the thing. The tinny sound of a radio would only calm it for so long, sometimes even making it angry enough to lash out a protuberance and destroy the offending equipment. Then it woul
It's About TimeEras and eons ticktocking towards eternity.It's About Time5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I Chingscratch deepI Ching5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
language should be a startling of birds
letters mad as March hairpins
gratifying too: war on muddy Spring brings
gifts of demons
tears from home
end of shorter days
to life in this defeated country
ForgivenessShe dried her tears and smiled.Forgiveness5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SkinVerden looked out of the window and sighed. It was a summer's day, complete with fresh grass, singing birds and rainbows. It was a good day, a perfect day; or it would be if the weather was real, and the window for that matter. It was just an illusion, a curtain, if he pushed it aside, it would only reveal the damp wall behind it. He grimaced; it had taken him almost a year to make all the windows on request of the King who was catering to the whims of the Higher Ups. The snobs who couldn't stand the fact that they were surround by grey brick and the green slime that seemed to trickle down from the ceiling. Not that there was anything good to see if the windows were real, just the occasional dead tree, miles of wasteland and the eternal black sky.Skin5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hated being in the service industry, catering to the wishes and 'needs' of the stupid people, the Higher Ups who couldn't see a decent bit of magic if it slapped them in the face. He ran a hand through his dark green hair as he
Schizophrenia..."Do it," said the voice. "Now."Schizophrenia...5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In a blink of an eyeSummer endsIn a blink of an eye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
XXX3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you started off as half a portrait
pinned in the center of
a vast map, a telescopic view of
yellowing resin and browning ink
spreading its continents across an ebony wall.
a pair of India green eyes unshaded,
deep irises set in a startling halo of rime.
a palm-sized card charting the cartography of human desire.
in hours where sea surges to sea,
when the schizophrenic world forgets which
side is up and which is down
there the captain sits, absently spinning an ivory globe.
he feels cartesian planes sliding under and
mountain ridges gently scouring the tips of his fingers
under the pressure of the muffled wind and
he still searches,
a mantra carving and recarving in his head.
plowing those crescent eyes that are his definition and his name.
the threads that crisscross and intertwine on the wall
weave a web of human capacity and
revelry in fruited ambition.
he imagines a smile somewhere on the bottom of her picture.
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships? "
Still Not AwakeAdded tea leaves into my coffee.Still Not Awake5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
six word storyDon't cry,six word story5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we'll decorate your wheelchair.
Six WordsSix wordswe imagine endless meaning.Six Words5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Shouldn't Have LaughedApparently his goofy accent wasn't humorous.Shouldn't Have Laughed5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This