
Poetry: Neurodivergent
If only people knew, if they could understand, would they care? Are they able to see the difference?
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.
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
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.
Too bold and too brazen, set sunlit clouds of envious hues They form and dither without recollect of heart’s healing
There once was a stone Maker, Of eponymous resolve, Through every creative endeavor, Had a conundrum to solve.
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