Poems About Autism Seeking Honest Critique
#Autism
Last Night on Revolution Road
Last night she came home with tears in her eyes
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
The years she spent coaching him came to an end
The little boy she aided through many challenges
Is growing up and in the future hopes to be a friend
She does the work with kindness in her heart
Giving them the tools so they can succeed in life
These children learn and develop new social skills
So that later on they can have productive lives
For all the days of frustrations there were also triumphs
It was a step forward toward an objective and common goal
Behavioral therapy requires...
#love
#children
#Autism
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Autistic me
Lifes been an echo
Inside a bubble
Full of trouble
And it bursts
Misunderstood
From the cradle to the grave
First steps to the Hurst
And it hurts
Inside a bubble
Full of trouble
And it bursts
Misunderstood
From the cradle to the grave
First steps to the Hurst
And it hurts
#depression
#Autism
#weakness
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Mask
I'm nothing special,
I never have been,
Just deluded,
To think that, they could of seen.
Why don't they like me?
What did I do wrong?
I tried joining in, playing along.
I guess it's just, me.
Little glances,
The louder silence.
Giving out, so many chances.
Why do I feel this way,
They don't give a shit,
About what I say.
Yet here I am waiting,
For fake Nicities.
Turned to self violence.
The masking, the self hatred, I put on a show.
Hoping that they don't, know. But I know...
I never have been,
Just deluded,
To think that, they could of seen.
Why don't they like me?
What did I do wrong?
I tried joining in, playing along.
I guess it's just, me.
Little glances,
The louder silence.
Giving out, so many chances.
Why do I feel this way,
They don't give a shit,
About what I say.
Yet here I am waiting,
For fake Nicities.
Turned to self violence.
The masking, the self hatred, I put on a show.
Hoping that they don't, know. But I know...
#Autism
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Ever Changing (effects of autism)
in the vast
realm of the universe
our colours shine
spiritually unique souls
that dance like
fireflies
rare beauty
found within
a chaotic mind
were our lens
captures
a different view
providing
a kaleidoscope
of wonder
forging our sometimes
innocent curiosity
for knowledge
realm of the universe
our colours shine
spiritually unique souls
that dance like
fireflies
rare beauty
found within
a chaotic mind
were our lens
captures
a different view
providing
a kaleidoscope
of wonder
forging our sometimes
innocent curiosity
for knowledge
#TruthOfLife
#Autism
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About the not talked about
We don't talk about
the parents who are currently seeking,
sat and just about speaking,
waiting and waiting, unreeling,
the diagnosis they're asking for treating,
the two years before they could see it,
the three or more spent to decree it,
the lack of solution, the bleak disolution,
the millions of boxes to meet it,
the islands of adults unknown,
their youth, elephants in the room,
the decades of reports, of mumbled retorts,
the managing just to be being,
it's something you know - now to know it,
to acknowledge how we've...
the parents who are currently seeking,
sat and just about speaking,
waiting and waiting, unreeling,
the diagnosis they're asking for treating,
the two years before they could see it,
the three or more spent to decree it,
the lack of solution, the bleak disolution,
the millions of boxes to meet it,
the islands of adults unknown,
their youth, elephants in the room,
the decades of reports, of mumbled retorts,
the managing just to be being,
it's something you know - now to know it,
to acknowledge how we've...
#parent
#Autism
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Impairment
there is
a lack of
comprehension
a
kind of
blindness
in the way
autism
is viewed
a lack of
comprehension
a
kind of
blindness
in the way
autism
is viewed
#disability
#Autism
#TruthOfLife
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Thoughts of August
Looking out the window and staring at my thoughts as the teacher mumbles something about Mitochondria. Why can't I find a desk that does not have gum attached to the bottom of it?
As I try to concentrate on the teacher it hits me like a ton of bricks - we need milk at home. My teacher is now talking about the nucleus of the cell and it is not lost on me that this class feels like a different kind of cell.I think the board of education should introduce my xbox as part of the curriculum. i could probably pass that class with a solid B+.
As I try to concentrate on the teacher it hits me like a ton of bricks - we need milk at home. My teacher is now talking about the nucleus of the cell and it is not lost on me that this class feels like a different kind of cell.I think the board of education should introduce my xbox as part of the curriculum. i could probably pass that class with a solid B+.
#MentalHealth
#disability
#Autism #vulnerability
#Autism #vulnerability
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Music Like Venom
Music Like Venom
The first notes
four chords of power
strike clean and true
too loud in my ears
idiot lights ignored
as music like venom
seeps deep in my skin
the silent intoxicant
a supple neurotoxin
as I lay down my mask
and trust my self
to just let go
and dare to dance
knowing no one can see
the masterful disaster
of dyspraxic, chaotic joy
Tchotchkes rattle in time
on the off beat of one
missed two and three
as my socks skim
safer than any skate
on asphalt or ice ...
The first notes
four chords of power
strike clean and true
too loud in my ears
idiot lights ignored
as music like venom
seeps deep in my skin
the silent intoxicant
a supple neurotoxin
as I lay down my mask
and trust my self
to just let go
and dare to dance
knowing no one can see
the masterful disaster
of dyspraxic, chaotic joy
Tchotchkes rattle in time
on the off beat of one
missed two and three
as my socks skim
safer than any skate
on asphalt or ice ...
#Autism
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Pill Box Tales
I've been on drugs since I was 9
When I tasted the world raw
I was only 18... And it was too much
The world was too bright, too loud
So many new emotions and sensitivity
The world is all kinds of too much
There was a stretch of time there
Where I tasted the world unfiltered
And I spiraled so hard and so fast
The pins holding me up were pulled away
And those pins are put back into place
There's a pill for everything don't you know
And the world is back to being filtered
Not edited but the lighting is different
I wonder where...
When I tasted the world raw
I was only 18... And it was too much
The world was too bright, too loud
So many new emotions and sensitivity
The world is all kinds of too much
There was a stretch of time there
Where I tasted the world unfiltered
And I spiraled so hard and so fast
The pins holding me up were pulled away
And those pins are put back into place
There's a pill for everything don't you know
And the world is back to being filtered
Not edited but the lighting is different
I wonder where...
#MentalHealth
#misunderstood
#culture
#Autism
#vulnerability
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Insert Vital Poem Title *Here*
I keep buying these memory pills
But then every morning I forget to take them
Instead I have these little accidental spills
When I spit ill rhymed lines like phlegm
Yuck
And sometimes I don’t like the way it flows
I get away from rhythm and syllable count
I feel it growing, rising, then thar she blows!
Prematurely, it’s a problem I can’t surmount
Where was I?
Oh yeah, remembering to take these meds
Well, they’re more like every day supplements
I keep devising but then I lose my threads
Hence...
But then every morning I forget to take them
Instead I have these little accidental spills
When I spit ill rhymed lines like phlegm
Yuck
And sometimes I don’t like the way it flows
I get away from rhythm and syllable count
I feel it growing, rising, then thar she blows!
Prematurely, it’s a problem I can’t surmount
Where was I?
Oh yeah, remembering to take these meds
Well, they’re more like every day supplements
I keep devising but then I lose my threads
Hence...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#Autism
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Autism isn't a dirty word
Sometimes I feel as if I'm not playing the same game
There's rules no ones explained to me
If you put me in a situation where I can't escape
I bite my nails, shake my head, avoid your eyes
I can't escape your eyes, seeing everything
You think I'm stupid, It's written all over your face
I'm bad with tone but I've heard yours before
Out of the mouths of the adults in my life their
Fists against the walls by my face screaming at me why can't I be normal
I have forgotten that in this world I'm wrong
Entire organizations color the way my brain is...
There's rules no ones explained to me
If you put me in a situation where I can't escape
I bite my nails, shake my head, avoid your eyes
I can't escape your eyes, seeing everything
You think I'm stupid, It's written all over your face
I'm bad with tone but I've heard yours before
Out of the mouths of the adults in my life their
Fists against the walls by my face screaming at me why can't I be normal
I have forgotten that in this world I'm wrong
Entire organizations color the way my brain is...
#rejection
#heartbroken
#disability
#Autism
#vulnerability
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Little Sick Girl Lessons 2
When I was little I didn't act like other girls my age
I couldn't sit still for long periods of time
I was terribly shy around people I didn't know
Only able to really carry on conversations
About these very specific topics that I knew too much about
Always changing the course of the conversation over and over
I wasn't "right" by the definition of girl
That adults kept holding me to
I was into fishing and camping much more than my brother
I loved carving things up into little figures
But that wasn't what little girls were supposed to like ...
I couldn't sit still for long periods of time
I was terribly shy around people I didn't know
Only able to really carry on conversations
About these very specific topics that I knew too much about
Always changing the course of the conversation over and over
I wasn't "right" by the definition of girl
That adults kept holding me to
I was into fishing and camping much more than my brother
I loved carving things up into little figures
But that wasn't what little girls were supposed to like ...
#childhood
#identity
#memories
#misunderstood
#Autism
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