Submissions by AutisticPoet (Amanda or Mandy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
To be as we autistic and not so few, our minds entwined with an autistic view. I am a 36 year old women living with my cat, high functioning autism, dystonia, muscle dystrophy, and chronic pain syndrome.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2017 4:20am
6th Nov 2017 4:20am
Dust In The Wind
I have left you hope
to remember me by,
like a ghost in the wind,
I last for as long as the wind
carries me onwards
through time.
I blew away like a wish,
or a phantom kiss
seeking a cheek
so fair and far away.
I faded like an old memory
passed on through the generations
until nothing is left of the original me.
I left you hope but you found
old memories instead, a ghost.
Some day I will fade
like everything usaully does over time.
Dust in the wind
that’s all I am...
to remember me by,
like a ghost in the wind,
I last for as long as the wind
carries me onwards
through time.
I blew away like a wish,
or a phantom kiss
seeking a cheek
so fair and far away.
I faded like an old memory
passed on through the generations
until nothing is left of the original me.
I left you hope but you found
old memories instead, a ghost.
Some day I will fade
like everything usaully does over time.
Dust in the wind
that’s all I am...
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2017 3:16am
6th Nov 2017 3:16am
Broken Mind
I lost it one thought at a time,
blue, brown, and purple
a bruised mind shines.
Our minds are the most valuable
part of our bodies,
yet we shove junk into its chasm,
thinking it’s strong enough,
and deep enough to keep throwing
everything into its gray matter.
Yet we watch as time slowly steals
our previous donations to living.
Slowly it degrades,
it starts to decay,
lossing ourselves to the false
beliefs that society proclaims
to be true.
It eats you, breaks you ...
blue, brown, and purple
a bruised mind shines.
Our minds are the most valuable
part of our bodies,
yet we shove junk into its chasm,
thinking it’s strong enough,
and deep enough to keep throwing
everything into its gray matter.
Yet we watch as time slowly steals
our previous donations to living.
Slowly it degrades,
it starts to decay,
lossing ourselves to the false
beliefs that society proclaims
to be true.
It eats you, breaks you ...
#depression
462 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Oct 2017 6:21pm
29th Oct 2017 6:21pm
O Spring,
O Spring, with your dew drop lips,
lookest down through
the clear windows of the morning,
turn your angel eyes upon
our western skies,
which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning bosom.
O Spring, the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the night listens to our prayers.
Valleys below; with green meadows
the sun is peeking through
as the trees are longing
for the light,
are turning up their newly
grown leafs.
Up to your bright pavilions
I can imagine the...
lookest down through
the clear windows of the morning,
turn your angel eyes upon
our western skies,
which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning bosom.
O Spring, the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the night listens to our prayers.
Valleys below; with green meadows
the sun is peeking through
as the trees are longing
for the light,
are turning up their newly
grown leafs.
Up to your bright pavilions
I can imagine the...
#nature
456 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Oct 2017 11:00pm
21st Oct 2017 11:00pm
A Poet I Am
Avoid of me,
yet it spills forth from my poetry.
Each letter is formed from my wicked mind, whipping and lashing
at your growing need for more.
I write poetry,
not to entertain you
but to watch you ask for more.
I a minion to my pen,
scratch and smudge my ink across
your computers screen.
Fingerprints of a poet,
are not well deserved,
bypassed by you
for one word can do.
A poet I am,
a painter of word's,
an entertainer of sorts.
I just love playing with my...
yet it spills forth from my poetry.
Each letter is formed from my wicked mind, whipping and lashing
at your growing need for more.
I write poetry,
not to entertain you
but to watch you ask for more.
I a minion to my pen,
scratch and smudge my ink across
your computers screen.
Fingerprints of a poet,
are not well deserved,
bypassed by you
for one word can do.
A poet I am,
a painter of word's,
an entertainer of sorts.
I just love playing with my...
#PopCulture
466 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2017 8:40pm
17th Oct 2017 8:40pm
Good Morning
On every leaf the sun’s rays gently plays.
Upon the morning dawning
the birds chirp and the curtains rise,
to allow the light to bathe my tired eyes.
© 2017 By AutisticPoet
Upon the morning dawning
the birds chirp and the curtains rise,
to allow the light to bathe my tired eyes.
© 2017 By AutisticPoet
#PopCulture
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Oct 2017 12:51pm
14th Oct 2017 12:51pm
Kissing The Sea
My friend the sea showed me her bow, then she rolled over and kissed me.
© 2017 By AutisticPoet
© 2017 By AutisticPoet
#sea
#beach
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2017 9:17am
14th Oct 2017 9:17am
Love and Fear ( Ode To The Clouds)
Of many a hour I sat to think,
I wasted time on dream like thoughts.
I waited year’s seems like eternity,
yet I sat still,
I then awoken to find
nothing changed,
not sure why;
I began to wonder.
Reality is,
life changes but within a dream
all stands still just for me.
I remember quite clearly,
the sky above grew gray and gloomy,
the clouds came down to consume me
instead it stole my heart.
I fell hard,
but my heart fell harder
for my gloomy lover.
The clouds frighten me ...
I wasted time on dream like thoughts.
I waited year’s seems like eternity,
yet I sat still,
I then awoken to find
nothing changed,
not sure why;
I began to wonder.
Reality is,
life changes but within a dream
all stands still just for me.
I remember quite clearly,
the sky above grew gray and gloomy,
the clouds came down to consume me
instead it stole my heart.
I fell hard,
but my heart fell harder
for my gloomy lover.
The clouds frighten me ...
#clouds
#SelfReflection
428 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2017 7:18pm
12th Oct 2017 7:18pm
Gothic Romance
Upon unspoken word's
my heart shattered,
like a fragile flower
my life fell slowly into pieces.
I withered under your touch.
This heart of mine is breakable,
a life fragile like tempered glass,
it shatters under pressure.
My love once strong now bent
and beaten, weakened by your
heartless demands.
Bruised and beat
my heart bleeds out under your feet.
All that is left is cremated
burnt to an ashy ghost
blowing in the wind.
You became my Gothic romance.
©...
my heart shattered,
like a fragile flower
my life fell slowly into pieces.
I withered under your touch.
This heart of mine is breakable,
a life fragile like tempered glass,
it shatters under pressure.
My love once strong now bent
and beaten, weakened by your
heartless demands.
Bruised and beat
my heart bleeds out under your feet.
All that is left is cremated
burnt to an ashy ghost
blowing in the wind.
You became my Gothic romance.
©...
#romantic
467 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2017 6:33am
10th Sep 2017 6:33am
Deep Thinker's
To be a creative thinker
you need to dream.
Awake or sleep a dream
can still follow you.
you need to dream.
Awake or sleep a dream
can still follow you.
#dark
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2017 3:48pm
7th Sep 2017 3:48pm
The Writer Is A Dreamer
I once fell from the sky,
only to be awakened by the fall.
I opened my eyes to find
my bedroom wall's
where there the whole time.
Dreamers can imagine,
but writer's can imagine
and relate to the dreamers.
That's why we write and read.
Inspiration is the key
to imagining great things.
only to be awakened by the fall.
I opened my eyes to find
my bedroom wall's
where there the whole time.
Dreamers can imagine,
but writer's can imagine
and relate to the dreamers.
That's why we write and read.
Inspiration is the key
to imagining great things.
#dreams
#sky
#fall
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
431 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2017 10:06pm
4th Sep 2017 10:06pm
Poetic Skin
When you roll back the tongue
of a poet,
you will find their inspiration,
the likes of
Edgar Allan Poe,
Emily Dickinson,
Stephen King,
Anne Rice,
and broken hearts,
broken mind’s eager to write.
Music is nothing without
the poet who chose to write
lyrics, strumming each line,
drumming and screaming each line.
Emotions explode,
like stars
and planets,
they build and
birth poetry and word’s,
leaving behind a raw format.
When you roll back the tongue of
a poet,
you will...
of a poet,
you will find their inspiration,
the likes of
Edgar Allan Poe,
Emily Dickinson,
Stephen King,
Anne Rice,
and broken hearts,
broken mind’s eager to write.
Music is nothing without
the poet who chose to write
lyrics, strumming each line,
drumming and screaming each line.
Emotions explode,
like stars
and planets,
they build and
birth poetry and word’s,
leaving behind a raw format.
When you roll back the tongue of
a poet,
you will...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
488 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 8:23pm
1st Sep 2017 8:23pm
Moldy Bread
You grew on top my bread,
slowly you spread across the surface,
like grass; you grew fast,
green, brown, and black.
You came and ate my bread,
you stole my gluten and fat,
you gobbled it up just like that.
I will never leave my bread out
on the counter again,
I will close the package tightly,
making sure you can't make entry.
I hate moldy bread,
it's not healthy.
slowly you spread across the surface,
like grass; you grew fast,
green, brown, and black.
You came and ate my bread,
you stole my gluten and fat,
you gobbled it up just like that.
I will never leave my bread out
on the counter again,
I will close the package tightly,
making sure you can't make entry.
I hate moldy bread,
it's not healthy.
#hate
#food
#ShortStory
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