Poetry: Sometimes Words Hurt
vormaen
December 15, 2019
Sometimes, words are catastrophic. This poem is a collage of the messages that autistic people receive all the time.
vormaen
I am an enigma. Born a spectrum baby, raised an artist and daydreamer. US Veteran, Federal employee in the Behavioral Health field. Lover of life and curious of the individual struggle and how it guides the flow of Society.
Poetry: Who I Know Myself to Be
vormaen
December 9, 2019
I am a dark cloud looking to unburden the weight of my tears amongst the whole of society, in a desperate attempt to wash away the vices that burden the whole.
Poetry: How Do You Know?
vormaen
November 8, 2019
Who can change the tesseract that engulfs us towards doom? Who has all the answers, who can say what life means? Worst of all, how do you know?
The Ramblings of a Misunderstood Mind, Part 1
vormaen
October 13, 2019
I don’t know why my mind races. As I sit here, uncomfortable because my stomach is in knots, and my thoughts won’t shut down. All
POETRY: The Moon’s Lunacy
vormaen
October 5, 2019
Too bold and too brazen, set sunlit clouds of envious hues They form and dither without recollect of heart’s healing
POETRY: The Maker and His Folly
vormaen
September 27, 2019
There once was a stone Maker, Of eponymous resolve, Through every creative endeavor, Had a conundrum to solve.
Poetry: Do You Hate Me?
vormaen
September 11, 2019
Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me
Poetry: Creators of a New World Order
vormaen
September 8, 2019
“Take what is yours, give everything back. Become who you were always destined to be.”
