
Poetry: Autism is what I breathe. Neurodiversity? What I MUST write…
Beautiful, vibrant, living Autistic poetry and song lyrics without the word “autism.” Songs without a singer. Rhyme with Reason.
Beautiful, vibrant, living Autistic poetry and song lyrics without the word “autism.” Songs without a singer. Rhyme with Reason.
If only people knew, if they could understand, would they care? Are they able to see the difference?
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 about the levels of autism and where one autistic woman falls in that hierarchy of support needs.
I feel your pain— not in sympathy, but in symphony.
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?
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—
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
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