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.
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Poetry: Echelons of Autism
stinkyzen
November 26, 2019
Poetry about the levels of autism and where one autistic woman falls in that hierarchy of support needs.
Poetry: Interrogate My Reception
AspienBlue
November 24, 2019
I feel your pain— not in sympathy, but in symphony.
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?
Poetry: Beholden
stinkyzen
November 8, 2019
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
avouleance
October 11, 2019
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
insideamirrormaze
October 11, 2019
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
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.
