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If you saw what we’re capable of
You would not want to cure us.
Yet you belittle it as a curse
And try and shove it away.
Do you just not to deal with it?
Because you want your “dream child”?
I’m sorry, no one’s perfect.
(And the only thing that can imprison us is you.)
So why do you make us feel worthless
When really, we have a gift?
You would not want to cure us.
Yet you belittle it as a curse
And try and shove it away.
Do you just not to deal with it?
Because you want your “dream child”?
I’m sorry, no one’s perfect.
(And the only thing that can imprison us is you.)
So why do you make us feel worthless
When really, we have a gift?
Literature
Prince of Darkness
this is all i have now, little hero.
the world itself
is static and silent.
i’m breathing cold smoke
from blue flames and mining
for a spark of life
in depths that know only death—
it has come to this. eternity
is a palpable shadow, little hero.
tread lightly, or else
i may yet let you live.
as for me, i will stand
no more such torment. there is
a hunger for death
which cannot be sated vicariously.
and so—
little hero, little fiend …
your flame is still strong …
come now, bring me
to embers, to ashes, to dust.
Literature
Know My Soul
the lens of reality
from which I draw upon to dress the universe
is mine and mine alone,
but I will lend it to you
if your desire is to see my world,
and, in doing so, know my soul.
Literature
Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
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Sorry to bog my watchers down, but I feel strongly about this.
A responce poem to THIS sickening video www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBOSr7…
Autism cannot be cured, because IT IS NOT A DISEASE. The media likes to get attention by spreading misinformation. DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM IF YOUR CHILD IS AUTISTIC! This is from someone with autism herself. I don't feel like I need curing. Please educate yourself properly before making your child's/family member's life miserable. We have it hard enough as it is!
A responce poem to THIS sickening video www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBOSr7…
Autism cannot be cured, because IT IS NOT A DISEASE. The media likes to get attention by spreading misinformation. DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM IF YOUR CHILD IS AUTISTIC! This is from someone with autism herself. I don't feel like I need curing. Please educate yourself properly before making your child's/family member's life miserable. We have it hard enough as it is!
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I like it! It's true - so often autistic people are gifted in ways that none of the "normal" people are, and the maybe only reason so many people don't get that is because they can't communicate it well. Geez! You don't have to be able to tell everybody about your talent for it to be great talent! This poem is proof! 
