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wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1874
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1874
To Oochie Wally
I’m sorry for the times I screamed,
For the times I didn’t understand our genes,
Because in the beginning I didn’t know there something was wrong,
When you kept repeating everything you heard and went along,
Echoing every word I said,
Echoing every word I said.
Oh, your face.
I remember that time we sat in the restaurant,
When the band started playing right up front,
And even though I knew the music was loud,
You started crying so hard in the crowd,
I didn’t know what was wrong,
I didn’t know what was wrong.
Oh, your tears.
I recall the times I had to take time off work,
Because in kindergarten class they thought you were a jerk,
You just wouldn’t listen to the teacher,
But we didn’t know the features,
It was like you were trapped inside a prison,
You had the classic signs of autism.
Oh, your eyes.
I thought “No, not my son, how can this happen to me”,
But it wasn’t about me, it was about solving the puzzling mystery,
It was about seeing the world through your eyes,
Because in discovering you I would be able to sympathize,
And then understand you more,
And then understand you more.
Oh, your smile.
I know that your mom and I couldn’t work it out,
But I had to heal to deal someway or somehow,
Because I looked back and I thought,
There were many reasons why we fought,
I too was on the spectrum,
I too was on the spectrum.
Oh, my reflection.
Forgive me for not being a better father in those days,
I made my choices and that took me farther away,
But the short time we spend together fulfills my heart,
Even though we so spend so much time apart,
And that what gets me inside,
And that what gets me inside.
Oh, my tears.
I’m sorry I pulled away as the years flew by,
But there we many nights when I’d cry,
Thinking I should’ve been better, written you more letters,
Calling you or texting you saying “Son I’ll love you forever.”
But then I hear you say the same words,
But this time you’re using your own words.
Oh your smile.
For the times I didn’t understand our genes,
Because in the beginning I didn’t know there something was wrong,
When you kept repeating everything you heard and went along,
Echoing every word I said,
Echoing every word I said.
Oh, your face.
I remember that time we sat in the restaurant,
When the band started playing right up front,
And even though I knew the music was loud,
You started crying so hard in the crowd,
I didn’t know what was wrong,
I didn’t know what was wrong.
Oh, your tears.
I recall the times I had to take time off work,
Because in kindergarten class they thought you were a jerk,
You just wouldn’t listen to the teacher,
But we didn’t know the features,
It was like you were trapped inside a prison,
You had the classic signs of autism.
Oh, your eyes.
I thought “No, not my son, how can this happen to me”,
But it wasn’t about me, it was about solving the puzzling mystery,
It was about seeing the world through your eyes,
Because in discovering you I would be able to sympathize,
And then understand you more,
And then understand you more.
Oh, your smile.
I know that your mom and I couldn’t work it out,
But I had to heal to deal someway or somehow,
Because I looked back and I thought,
There were many reasons why we fought,
I too was on the spectrum,
I too was on the spectrum.
Oh, my reflection.
Forgive me for not being a better father in those days,
I made my choices and that took me farther away,
But the short time we spend together fulfills my heart,
Even though we so spend so much time apart,
And that what gets me inside,
And that what gets me inside.
Oh, my tears.
I’m sorry I pulled away as the years flew by,
But there we many nights when I’d cry,
Thinking I should’ve been better, written you more letters,
Calling you or texting you saying “Son I’ll love you forever.”
But then I hear you say the same words,
But this time you’re using your own words.
Oh your smile.
Written by wallyroo92
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Kinkpoet
Forum Posts: 1075
Tyrant of Words
11
Joined 9th May 2019Forum Posts: 1075
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Razzerleaf
Forum Posts: 525
Fire of Insight
27
Joined 15th Sep 2019 Forum Posts: 525
Lessons in life (Part 3 Talking is good)
He placed the dinosaurs on the front line,
the flanks and rear were covered by a box
of plastic US Marines, moulded in pale green.
The all seeing eye of a make shift Mordor
released the rolling death of a steel ball
that decimated the soldiers and rendered
dinosaurs extinct. The day was saved
by a red Power Ranger who dispatched
destruction without speaking.
As he grew, the soldiers turned mercs
and fought campaigns on the Broken Shore
serving the Legionfall in a world of warcraft
without question.
The room seemed smaller, films and books
to cry and laugh, conversations typed-out
over and over using the same words
without moving his mouth.
His paint was wearing thin, cracks
held back by fillers bought on prescription,
the threshold of the front door saw
a chocolate Labrador trying
to cross a three lane motorway,
emotions slammed on the hard shoulder
by some girl racer, who could talk her prey
onto any cliff-top walk of desperation.
The internet found another hand until they spoke
one real word inside the real world “hello”
The cafe turned into coffee and kitchen tables,
for eight hours she peeled back his slightly torn
crinkled wrap, feeling for the soft edges,
trying to understand the shape of his gifts.
Before she left, she made her three guesses.
A mirror that would only contain glimpses,
Shoes that allowed you to swap places
and a beat up red Power Ranger,
that would always be there to save the day.
the flanks and rear were covered by a box
of plastic US Marines, moulded in pale green.
The all seeing eye of a make shift Mordor
released the rolling death of a steel ball
that decimated the soldiers and rendered
dinosaurs extinct. The day was saved
by a red Power Ranger who dispatched
destruction without speaking.
As he grew, the soldiers turned mercs
and fought campaigns on the Broken Shore
serving the Legionfall in a world of warcraft
without question.
The room seemed smaller, films and books
to cry and laugh, conversations typed-out
over and over using the same words
without moving his mouth.
His paint was wearing thin, cracks
held back by fillers bought on prescription,
the threshold of the front door saw
a chocolate Labrador trying
to cross a three lane motorway,
emotions slammed on the hard shoulder
by some girl racer, who could talk her prey
onto any cliff-top walk of desperation.
The internet found another hand until they spoke
one real word inside the real world “hello”
The cafe turned into coffee and kitchen tables,
for eight hours she peeled back his slightly torn
crinkled wrap, feeling for the soft edges,
trying to understand the shape of his gifts.
Before she left, she made her three guesses.
A mirror that would only contain glimpses,
Shoes that allowed you to swap places
and a beat up red Power Ranger,
that would always be there to save the day.
Written by Razzerleaf
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PoetsRevenge
Forum Posts: 749
Dangerous Mind
29
Joined 30th June 2016Forum Posts: 749
Otherthinker
'I cannot teach anybody anything,
I can only make them think.'
- Socrates
It's okay to be different;
everything on Earth is strange
to everything else.
The quest for understanding
is the electrical bridge
within that formless gap
which luminesces
and grows experience
through learning and trying to envision
what seems nebulous at best.
The mind needs observed differences
to expand its bank of experience
and to learn to distinguish
many points on a spectrum
and hear those wavelengths
as musical notes in
symphonic harmony.
To begin to piece things together
in a way that fits, and to never
stop trying is to reach others
outside our full understanding.
The misunderstood teach us
so much as they muddle along.
They open doors into rooms we
haven't explored within ourselves;
they exist in a small, dormant state
that calls to us to pay attention to it.
The power of the mind is exalted in
this challenge:
To face what we fear and/or avoid;
the truth that we are all different from
all others and no one is the better or the worse.
We all have unique gifts and each one
has a purpose; to find that purpose
is a lesson in resourcefulness.
Some resources are more obvious
and superficial than others;
some remain hidden in the attics
of our minds, yet underutilized.
It's okay to be an Otherthinker.
......
I can only make them think.'
- Socrates
It's okay to be different;
everything on Earth is strange
to everything else.
The quest for understanding
is the electrical bridge
within that formless gap
which luminesces
and grows experience
through learning and trying to envision
what seems nebulous at best.
The mind needs observed differences
to expand its bank of experience
and to learn to distinguish
many points on a spectrum
and hear those wavelengths
as musical notes in
symphonic harmony.
To begin to piece things together
in a way that fits, and to never
stop trying is to reach others
outside our full understanding.
The misunderstood teach us
so much as they muddle along.
They open doors into rooms we
haven't explored within ourselves;
they exist in a small, dormant state
that calls to us to pay attention to it.
The power of the mind is exalted in
this challenge:
To face what we fear and/or avoid;
the truth that we are all different from
all others and no one is the better or the worse.
We all have unique gifts and each one
has a purpose; to find that purpose
is a lesson in resourcefulness.
Some resources are more obvious
and superficial than others;
some remain hidden in the attics
of our minds, yet underutilized.
It's okay to be an Otherthinker.
......
Written by PoetsRevenge
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snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
Sir Richard Burton
Explorer
Translator
Soldier
Speaking 25 languages without a noticeable accent
Sir Richard Burton is a living testament
That Asperger’s Syndrome
Equals genius
I’ve been fascinated with this man since I was a boy. Most historians believe that Sir Richards’s Burton’s ability to learn and speak a language, without a noticeable accent, could be linked to Asperger’s syndrome. Not only could he learn a new language in days, he would also learn the customs and mannerisms of the people who’s tongue he spoke with, in just as short a time. Other language genius who abilities may be linked to Asperger’s sydrome are, Kit Carson and Golda Meir. This submission is not to be considered as a competition submission. It is nothing more than a little scribble submitted for the joy of participation.
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Benzy_420
BTheW
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BTheW
Twisted Dreamer
4
Joined 24th Jan 2016 Forum Posts: 53
Autistic Suchley
I made 1 friend in my nursery years
Pale, quiet, had a nervous tick
Had no idea why no one liked us
But some years later it eventually clicked
Neither of us confident to socialise and chat
I with pen in hand was sketching poems into pad
He with mathematics, never need a calculator
Somehow come together, but would split just 1 year later
A different house, a different school, my world was complicated
All I ever knew had been destroyed and recreated
No friends for me that year, and likely neither for him too
The only pal I had I had to part with way too soon
Fast the years went past, and I surpassed the kids in class
Receiving As for all my grades and finished tasks like speeding cars
I wondered if my friend would still remember who I was
And if he'd also spend his time intellectually on top
As if by luck or sheer coincidence, we joined the same "big school"
In different houses but our classes all the same, that shit was cool
Neither of us really had a friend throughout those years
So when we saw each other's faces eyes were filling up with tears
The world was really lonely for the both of us those days
My head in poems, stories, his in algebra equations
But thanks to our intelligence, we made it back together
And to this day, we're still best friends, and will be for forever
Written by Benzy_420
(BTheW)
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AspergerPoet56
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Tyrant of Words
33
Joined 4th Dec 2018Forum Posts: 1902
Oops sorry congratulations Benzy
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
Congratulations, Benzy, for the win - our Sky host called it — an amazing Write!👏🏻
This was a great challenge, ma fille!💌
Mama Tigre🐾
This was a great challenge, ma fille!💌
Mama Tigre🐾
butters
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Fire of Insight
3
Joined 17th Sep 2019Forum Posts: 868
congratulations, benzy!
Benzy_420
BTheW
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BTheW
Twisted Dreamer
4
Joined 24th Jan 2016 Forum Posts: 53
It took me until now to notice I won. Thanks guys. I write for the love of writing, but to be recognised for it too, that's a remarkably heartwarming feeling
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