AutismThrough Hell and pain, we will survive,Autism8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We Autistic children, a generation we revive.
They say we're different, maybe it's true,
but remove us now, just hurts you.
Autism is not a crime, not plague or sin,
Not a thing to throw, in the garbage bin.
We may be odd, but that's alright,
Our strange minds, are quite air-tight.
We block out noise, opinions and lies,
No matter how hard, the Enemy tries.
So go ahead, mock us now,
But don't complain, when house comes down.
Hydranoid, my friend, don't be sad,
Autism really, isn't bad.
Take my hand, you'll see,
It's really great, Autism be.
Mariposas de cenizaMariposas de ceniza2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Corría por las calles desiertas esquivando todos los obstáculos en su camino, levantaba la vista cada dos por tres para que no se escapara su objetivo, a veces reía, otras lloraba, pero no paraba de correr. Corrió hasta que se le olvidó por qué lo hacía y adónde se dirigía.
El cielo ennegreció más deprisa que de costumbre, a sus espaldas la ciudad ardía por completo, transformada en un infierno irrespirable.
La niña de ojos grises y pies descalzos se detuvo, alzó el rostro tiznado hacia la luna -eso que asomaba en el cielo rojizo como una moneda de plata a medio enterrar-, inclinó la cabeza y escuchó. Un gesto de comprensión horrorizada cruzó sus facciones como un relámpago, luego su mirada se endureció y retomó la carrera con rumbo fijo, hacia la espesura, donde no era bienvenida la civilización, desde allí algo la estaba llamando.
Las llamas devoraron los edificios con una minuciosidad morbosa, lenta, la mudez del espectáculo era interrum
the first day of springyou are new in the way flowers are new:the first day of spring1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
brilliant green, soft purple,
the good smell of rain and soil.
let the miserable winter wind
chase its own tail for a while;
there’s something beautifulwonderfulmine
at the end of a sunlit driveway.
Who am IWho am IWho am I1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth
KinderWhen no one listens,Kinder2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
pen and paper are kinder
than knives, guns, and pills
Evaporandose con la lluviaEvaporandose con la lluvia8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Imagen Raining in my heart por Juandii
Había un mirlo blanco en la senda
posada tranquila en medio de la nada
Había un mirlo rojo en el camino
posado tranquilo enfrente del viento
Había un mirlo verde en la vía
posado alegre encima del agua
Había un mirlo negro en el sendero
posado silencioso tras la tormenta
"Supongo que las llanuras tienen sed
supongo que las montañas tienen hambre,
supongo que las piedras no entienden
el canto que quiero mostrarte".
"¿Dónde están los mirlos de colores
que escaparon de sus jaulas?"
"Evaporándose con la lluvia
junto con sus trinos y sabias palabras".
WeWe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On these days, so hot and depressing I think of you.
I don't know you...
You don't know me.
Sometimes I think it will never be, the future that is we.
Then I see leaves, rustling in the gentle breeze.
Flower petals, scattered across the ground.
Blue painted sky, and butterflies that will never die.
And then I remember you are there.
You'll always be there.
I'll find you one day....
And you'll find me.
And we'll paint the future.
The BanjaxIn the depths of the swamp in a tumbledown shackThe Banjax11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
built of old twisty driftwood all pitted with cracks,
lives a miserable creature whose heart is jet-black;
the spindly, withered, and ancient Banjax[...]
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Rainbow ChildrenWhen I was born, I opened my mouthRainbow Children3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I tasted the oxygen of god on my lips
And I cried out loud and louder than anyone has ever cried
Because I knew that I was loved more than anyone
Because that love loves everyone like the lover in a love story
Where there is an entire world but only two in that whole world make a whole
I tasted gun and desert and jungle and cocaine sweat
Soldiers and traffickers and people longing for just one day of justice
I tasted the acid of government that hates and tells its people to hate
And the taste of that hate made me cry louder than the love possibly could
When I grew I cried because I tasted blood dripping from the top of a rainbow
Because people like me aren't supposed to feel love for people like me
And all the other colors of the rainbow became the flags of nations
And they shoved themselves down my throat because they didn't want anyone to hear me crying
But I don't believe that it is possible for no one to hear the cries
For the lies and the hat
Captchalogued Memories Part 1"The Heir is dead, we have no breath."Captchalogued Memories Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"John? John, bro, is that you?"
"Holy shit. It worked." Dave ran forward and hugged the boy tightly. "Fuck, John, I missed you."
"Missed me?" He asked, "I don't get it, Dave?"
The blond started laughing quietly, "Of course you don't." He stepped back from John. "You're not him." He turned away and stared down at a card in his hand, "I should have known this was a dumb idea from the start. I'm a fucking moron."
A hand rested on Dave's shoulder, "Dave?"
"Get away from me!" he turned and swiped John's hand away. "Don't touch me!"
"D-Dave?!" John backed away terror beginning to show in his eyes. "Dave what's wrong? Dave?"
"Stop saying my name!" He cursed himself for reacting like this. He glanced away from the card and focused on John. "Listen to me. You are not John; you are an experiment that should never have happened." He held up the card. "This is you. You are nothing but data stored in this card."
"I I don't, Dave?
Black and White (Afterlife Outline, v.2) I cracked my eyes open, allowing a paper thin stream of light to seep into them. My scalp itched from the gravel and dust caked in my disheveled hair. My left leg twitched, urging me to rise. Drawing a deep breath, I heaved myself into a half-sitting position, elbows supporting my weight. My breath caught in my throat as I drank in my surroundings. I clambered to my feet, stiff joints creaking in protest. So I was finally here. After waiting for so long, I had finally arrived.Black and White (Afterlife Outline, v.2)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A single dirt path stretched before me. The path was the only thing I could focus on, as if my eyes were incapable of straying from the path. The rest of the landscape? Unimportant. Irrelevant.
Some might call my death slightly premature. In fact, I could barely remember how I had died. I hardly even remembered who I was. Even so, call me crazy, but I was happy that I was finally free from
Razor BladesI was always taught not to play with razor bladesRazor Blades3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When I do though, the pain, it slowly fades
Such a simple toy it is, a sheet of steel
Somehow it helps my emotional wounds to heal
I know that what I am doing is weird
If my scars are seen I will probably be feared
That is why I always make them out of sight
When my family are sleeping in the dead of night
I am supposed to use this tool for shaving
Good thing you don't know how I am behaving
If you were to see what I have done to myself
Then you would really begin to doubt yourself
This might just continue for the next few decades
This relationship I have with my razorblades
WomanhoodYou toddled down the hall in your mom's high heelsWomanhood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With her sweater dragging on the ground behind you and her mother's clip-ons heavy on your ears
And you felt like a woman
You painted your nails bright fluorescent pink
It was all over your cuticles and got on your skin
It was lumpy and an hour later your fingers still left prints on it
You wanted to feel like a woman
You tried on a skirt in the department store
You liked the way it looked on the hanger but you didn't have enough hip
You picked out a shorter skit, your sister got one that was more expensive
You wanted to feel like a woman
You saw a boy smile at you during class
You went out to buy lip gloss the very next day
You wanted to feel like a woman
Your training bra was getting grey and dingy
You begged mom to take you to the department store for a real bra
She gave you forty dollars and dropped you and your giggling friends off at the mall
You went to Victoria's Secret and bought a bright red push-up
You wanted to feel like a
Life so FarI am going to tell you a lot about my life so farLife so Far3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think I should say it has been more than bizarre
I will talk about my youth to the present day
These are all things I think that I need to say
In my younger years everything proved to be ever so peaceful
Though in the coming years just knowing me would become lethal
Although before I get to that I have so much more to tell you
Everything you are going to read I promise will be nothing but true
I at one time had the best of friends that a man could ever ask for
I am sorrowed to have to say that they take breath no more
It is something that damaged me more than anyone will know
The scars that I have from those dark days are clear on show
I truly could not help but think that things could not get any worse
Time became something that I wanted nothing more than to reverse
I was wrong though, I have to repeat it all over and over in my mind
To a life of nightmares and mental torment I am now resigned
Weeks passed, and each of them I spent i
We're Just GirlsMaking us prettyWe're Just Girls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll cover our faces
With colors and paint
In all different places
Maybe you'll look
And it won't be wasted
Your lips are soft
The sweetest I've tasted
We're girls, we try
We want to be seen
Make us feel strong
And feel like a queen
But for most
We're just a face
And you'll never know
When our hearts will race
By touch of a hand
And look of a gaze
You walk right past
As if in a haze
Looking for Barbie
But she isn't real
Why don't you see us
Or know how we feel?
We can't look like models
Because we're just girls
We try to look pretty
Put our hair in curls
But no one will see it
We'll just go back home
Feeling so lonely
And just so alone
His Piano HandsI watch them.His Piano Hands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They stretch across the keys, long and expanded
As they should in order to perform well.
His form is poor.
Technically incorrect from what I remember
When I did the same
So long ago.
My hands were small then.
They were flat against the keys like his,
But his are passionate.
They need not abide by the technique.
Moving on their own
Because they want to,
Not because they are told.
His concentration is fixed close to the sheet music.
He pauses to understand,
Practices the line,
And picks back up.
Maybe not perfectly, but passionately.
He does not see me at first, so fixed in the music.
I can't explain.
My emotions are sorrow, joy, and envy.
I am not sad because of you
I am enjoying listening and watching too much.
Those hands that glide.
Those hands that I know in my hand.
Those hands that are long and limp.
Those hands that touch my face when they wish to.
I want to control them because I cannot control mine.
Mine do not make music.
Mine do not love.
Mine are limp, b
Lose: Canada and ReaderLose: Canada and ReaderLose: Canada and Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was soft like a cotton blanket on a bitter winter morning when warmth is cherished and the sun is just peeking over the hills of snow. It was ribbons of honey dripping down a bronze spoon, mixed into curls of toffee and butterscotch. You wanted to run your fingers through it and feel the warmth of spring in those golden locks. Locks that seemed to melt at the slightest disturbance which assured you that it was real.
But you couldn’t disturb him. He was asleep; his curl bobbed on gentle breath like wheat on a windy day. Though, instead of basking in the warm glow of dusty sunlight, he was illuminated by the blue light of his computer screen. With a trail of drool from his mouth and dark bags under his eyes, it was obvious he had stayed up late waiting.
A knot of guilt immediately twisted inside your stomach. He had probably been loyally waiting for you for hours for a video chat date that would never happen. And try as you might to make those computer
Kiss From A RoseYesterday, I was walking down a crowded street until I found this girl standing on the corner with dark red hair. She told me her name was Rose and one day she wanted to be on Broadway. I told her I was a writer and had a dream of being published but my words weren't nearly pretty enough. They were nothing compared to her bright blue eyes that were striking enough to burn out all the stars in the sky. I had a tendency to fall short of breath but she knocked the wind out of me for an entirely different reason.Kiss From A Rose3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Later that week, we went on our first date to this small Italian restaurant where everyone had thick accents and we felt a little out of place. It didn't really matter at that point though because I was only trying to understand the strings of words she was projecting from her speaker box. I learned that she was adopted from an orphanage when she was 8 and graduated from high school when she was 16 where she finished at the top of her class. She went to a college for the performin
kaleidoscope.Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.kaleidoscope.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a disease to my mind. You make me stumble and fall and vomit in confusion because I don't know how to feel and I can't stand it. Control is my obsession.
But you are also curiosity and maybe even some kind of messed up beauty, and I think I might be okay with that much.
Today I am indigo; today you are my vertigo.
I can't pull myself t
Keep Living, JackKeep Living, Jack2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Keep Living, Jack
To my dearest Jack.
I know you told me not to write, but you said those words in anger. I wanted to send one sooner, but things became complicated. I miss your smile, your eyes, the touch of your lips, having your arms around me. But most of all, I miss the sound of your voice. I wish I could hear it once more; it would be like serenity for my ears. I miss how we would just lay with each other in silence, knowing that neither of us had to speak to express our emotions. I loved how you knew what to say and do to make me smile, you always knew.
Remember when you left that trail of roses going from the front door to the bathtub? You were waiting for me in there, acting as if you were asleep, and when I came to look, you pulled me in. I laughed until tears came, and I kissed you until you knew how much it meant to me. That will always be my favorite moment of us.
I regret that our relationship took the road to ruin. Though it's only been a few years, it seems like it was
Hold MeI want you to turn around while we're walking apart,Hold Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And grab my wrist and pull me in.
It doesn't have to be a kiss
Just hold me, that's it.
I promise I won't shake you off,
No matter how angry I seem to be.
I promise I won't turn away or refuse you,
No matter what we're fighting about.
What makes me sad,
Is that you don't see
That all I want is for you
To hold me.
The Sand in My EyesYou might say we're different, but at this point I'd say we're worlds apart. Continents, planets, galaxies, all of that. But not physically, no physically we're without a choice. Earth is a big place but that doesn't make sharing it with you any easier.The Sand in My Eyes4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The way I see it, the best and worst parts of everyone are scattered somewhere the mind can't quite conjure up. Maybe the pieces are like sand on beaches. The better fragments of me were strewn on a very different paradise than wherever yours linger. The lesser parts of us that matched up the slightest bit mingle together on the same beach. All of these handfuls of sand appear the very same to the naked eye, but the aid of a microscope takes away the blur. The details will show, buck naked and embarrassed, but they need to. You and I never got scientific enough. The microscope came afterward in the form of hindsight.
It's much too easy to get drunk off of the pretty things people say. To get high from sweet nothings, gifts, a
UnexpectedUnexpected5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watched him carefully. He didn't notice because he was concentrating on his hands as he twisted the Rubiks cube again and again. His long blonde hair was blowing silently in the wind, and his lips curving slightly in the silence. He was good confident and quick, but I wasnt surprised. Id taught him everything I knew about how to solve a Rubiks cube, and he was a great learner.
He spun it around twice and smiled with his eyes. I still don't know how he does it, but he smiles without moving his lips. His eyes were alight with excitement, a deep gray-blue, like an icy cold ocean. Yet warm, somehow. I pretended not to notice how they shone when he looked at me.
He looked back at the cube and his eyes narrowed in concentration and his tongue darted out to wet his lips in the wind. I looked down to the Rubiks cu