Poetry

Poetry: How Do You Know?

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?

Poetry: Beholden

I can’t tell them it’s all right, but I can be with them.
I am still strong,
and I will never forget the green, and the wind from the high places.
—This is when I am—

Poetry: Four AM Thoughts

You’d think the world were ending. With how null-coloured cracks rack the sky. And razor winds shred the upside down sea overhead, Into shards of

Poetry: I can’t believe

The knowledge of being autistic and engaging with the autistic community has restored my faith in my intuition. This poem describes the dialogue I wish to have with those who advise me against my intuition.

POETRY: The Moon’s Lunacy

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

There once was a stone Maker, Of eponymous resolve, Through every creative endeavor, Had a conundrum to solve.

Poetry: Counterfeit Menagerie

Creative writing in the form of freeverse poetry. An autistic portrayal of what lies behind the mask.

Poetry: Do You Hate Me?

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

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