Your Poems about Aspergers/Autism

[Ste11aeres]

I thought we should have a thread where everyone can post any poems they wrote about Aspergers/Autism.
Here is my poem:

It seems there is something broken inside me.
That I can't see, but everyone else can.
But sometimes I feel it too.
In the pain that keeps me separate from others.
Is the pain because they don’t want to be with me, or because I don’t want to be with them?

Socialization hurts worse than loneliness.
Socialization is lonelier than solitude.
Parties are more isolating than a cave.
A cave is beautiful and comforting.

At parties they gather in their circles.
An invisible wall, like those in sci-fi, that one cannot pass.

Is there an opening in the wall?
Go ahead, enter the circle and try to talk.
Watch their puzzled stares.

Give up your dreams of friendship; regardless of where you met.
The other person is kind.
It is not this person's fault you make them miserable.
This person would love to be happy around you; but can't.

Socialization hurts worse than loneliness.
Socialization is lonelier than solitude.
Parties are more solitary than a cave.
A cave is beautiful and comforting.

I am a broken watch.
Not a broken invaluable watch, but a broken cheap one.
Not worthy of the interest of a collector.

 

[The Penguin]

Love it

 

[lsd_]

Really could relate❤

 

[DarkAscent]

I'm going to regret posting this at some point later in life. I wrote this when I was a downright miserable sod who thought the whole world was doomed and coming to an end. It's called "Paradox".

Bright lights,
Sharp sounds,
Overwhelming -
A world of confusion.
Swarming crowds
Mouths move silently:
Floating words
Dancing from my reach.
Chaos and disorder
No routine,
No order.
A world without sense,
No head nor tail.
No direction.

Encased in liquid diamond.
Trapped,
Lost,
Outcast,
Stranger.
Who am I?
What am I?
Taciturn,
Mute,
Fragile.
Words tangled,
Mind scrambled,
No beginning or end.
Skin contact
Burns like wildfire.
Eye contact
Disconcerting.
Emotionless,
Without facial expression.
Ravaging emotions inside
With no left or right;
No stigma, no control.
I am not a psychopath
Nor a sociopath.
But an enigma,
A paradox
Yet to be understood.

A lost jigsaw piece,
From a world of order,
A world of routine
And understanding.
Flung into a world
Of chaos and disorder.
An insane world
Of alienation,
Rejection
And pain.
Laughter and cruel taunts,
As sharp as knives:
"You're in your own world;
You don't belong here.
Go back to where you came from,
And stay there!"

My world:
No chaos, no disorder.
Routine and repetition.
A world without hurt
And pain.
It's my place to escape to,
My world
And my world only.
A jigsaw puzzle
That no one else can solve.
My shield and shell.
But my descending spiral
Into loneliness,
Sadness
And taciturnity.
A constant tug of war
Between my world and reality.
A will to break free
Of my misunderstood mind,
And to be like them:
The "normal" people.
To be able to speak
Of my own free will,
To not be trapped
By periods of muteness.
To be free of routine
And repetition.
Fear pulls me back
Hurls me back to my world:
A world of safety,
Warmth,
And sense.
Away from the bright lights,
Away from the sharp sounds.
Engulfed by soothing darkness,
Immersed in the comforting silence.
No more crowds.
Just me and myself,
No other company.

I am irregular:
Chaos walking,
A living bomb.
You are regular:
A jigsaw piece,
A part of this world,
A world of madness
And confusion.
Teach me,
The cogs and wheels
Of this world.
Teach me to be like you -
To speak,
Catch those dancing words
And to read
Those face expressions:
The meaning of a smirk,
The definition of a frown,
The significance of a wince.
Intellect, emotions and empathy.
To operate without routine.
No repetition.
And I'll teach you,
How my world works,
How the pieces
Fit and bind together.
The clockwork,
And the never ending echoes.
And at last
A spark of hope,
A beginning.
The mark of a new era,
An era of understanding,
And conveying.
No more questions,
No more confusion.
We can finally fit together,
And at last,
I am a part of your jigsaw puzzle.

Normality
Is all I want.
Functioning in normality,
To function
In this insane world.
A world of madness and confusion.

 

[Graelwyn]

Wrote this back in June when I was feeling especially trapped within myself.

Girl in a jar,
pin through her core,
wings frozen tight,
furled,
their brightness dulled,
no light.

Girl in a jar,
filled with echoes of screams,
shards of fast fading dreams
swirl the confines of glass.

Face upward gaze,
eyes dimmed with pain,
'There's a way, there's a way'
but the path pulls away
as the echoes of screams
turn to splashes of rain.

Girl in a jar,
breathing cloud in the dark,
scraping dust from a heart
full of shadows and scars.


Faint whispered words
rippled silence, unheard,
'Is there anyone there?
Can you please set me free,
I would fly, but my wings
they are broken, you see?'

 

[watersprite]

here's a recent poem

Dot. Line. Blank Empty Space.
Flower. Died. Nothing takes its place.
Cloud. Peace. Touch. You.
Time. Distance. Challenge. True.
Chuckle. Boy. Gift. Love.
Mystery. Devotion. Fragile like a dove.
Working, Praying, Cooking, More,
In awe: strength, power, Raw.
Roar, Spittle, Shame, Cringe,
Step forward, bridges, monsters live.
Light, and Height, and Givers give,
Timeline, Stories, Scents, rive. Took
A Heart. Gave a Dime, Find A Lock.
Try to Wind Wind and Craft, and Love,
And More, Laid to Rest on Heaven's Door.

 

[Graelwyn]

And, I was just given an Editor's award on a poetry site for the poem I posted above.
That gives me some relief as I had really lost faith in my writing ability over the last years and had stopped.

 

[Lady Penelope]

I just found this thread... here are a couple of mine.


Melancholy Feeling

Silver

is just another shade of grey

This melancholy feeling

fades away

Just breathe

and you'll make it

through the day

This melancholy feeling

fades away

 

[Lady Penelope]

Daring to Soar

I leapt off

and dared to soar

Only to find

myself on the floor

A moment aloft

and I longed to be

weightless in flight

over mountains and seas

I took a leap

Daring to soar

Only to fall

and hit the floor

My broken body

aching for more

 

[Lady Penelope]

Bitter July


Your words fall to the ground

like a bitter July

I bend to pick them up

and put them in my pocket

to save them

But you are already gone

and your words

have melted away

 

[Lady Penelope]

Best Left Inside My Head


These stories I create

twist into memories

so elaborate

I start to believe them some

When the stars and moon

have come

This world

best left inside my head

Creating false memories

instead

 

[Lady Penelope]

Technicolour Dreaming


Awoke

a Poe-like melancholy

Ash-blurred, black bird

old blues-

dreams of red shoes

Kansas.

When

will I wake

in technicolour

?

 

[Fridgemagnetman]

I say potato
You say - are you angry? What did i do?
It was a loud potato, raw, difficult to eat.
I say tomato
I dont know why you're crying.
I only said tomato..
Gentler than my potato,almost whispered.
I didnt mean to hurt you.
I didnt know what you wanted, what you needed,
Please don't leave me.

 

[Starfire]

There was a young man on the spectrum, he liked to whistle and to hum.

While walking down the street, staring intently at his feet, he recited the whole of Bach's Te Deum.

 

[Butterfly88]

Something I wrote about my ASD and comorbid conditions:

Autism

Trauma

OCD

A tangle

Of symptoms

Waiting to

Untangle

Only to

Retangle again

The puzzle

That constantly

Gets put together

Only to

Be broken apart

Yet again

 

[Fridgemagnetman]

Something I wrote about my ASD and comorbid conditions:

Autism

Trauma

OCD

A tangle

Of symptoms

Waiting to

Untangle

Only to

Retangle again

The puzzle

That constantly

Gets put together

Only to

Be broken apart

Yet again

Like a butterflys wings,delicate.
Scared to fly, could they be broken by the wind?

 

[Butterfly88]

Like a butterflys wings,delicate.
Scared to fly, could they be broken by the wind?

I like that.

 

[Fridgemagnetman]

I like that.

Me too, i think i just made it up