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Poetry thread

Lotus

I quite like writing poetry and so I thought I'd start a thread - please post your poems here. The first one I want to share is one I posted on another thread recently, about autistic people being typecast.

It's called "I don't wanna be typecast"

I don't wanna be typecast, I'm not a Tinpot

Unimportant, inferior or worthless, I'm not.

I'm not a savant, no genius IQ

But I'm not stupid, I can learn stuff too.

Don't think there is no emotion there

I have empathy, consideration and care

I don't wanna be typecast, no matter what we do

We're all individuals, I'm me and you're you

Parents

  • It wears a different shirt, but it feels the same.

    no, this time it’s dirt, it’s a beast I can tame.

    i felt it yesterday, the day before, and on Thursday.

    don’t go just yet there’s more, listen to what I have to say.

    it feels like an itch, but not just a scratch.

    Plans I’ll have to ditch, because of this awful rash.

    burning sensation but not from a hob.

    I need clarification, can’t sit here and sob.

    i lift up my hand, and place it on my face.

    it’s as rough as sand, I think I know the case.

    i smooth out my beard, using the vitamins.

    i bite back the tears, thanking the glycerin.

    i have to go now, there’s no more I can say.

    but I hope I lifted your frown, enjoy your day.

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  • It wears a different shirt, but it feels the same.

    no, this time it’s dirt, it’s a beast I can tame.

    i felt it yesterday, the day before, and on Thursday.

    don’t go just yet there’s more, listen to what I have to say.

    it feels like an itch, but not just a scratch.

    Plans I’ll have to ditch, because of this awful rash.

    burning sensation but not from a hob.

    I need clarification, can’t sit here and sob.

    i lift up my hand, and place it on my face.

    it’s as rough as sand, I think I know the case.

    i smooth out my beard, using the vitamins.

    i bite back the tears, thanking the glycerin.

    i have to go now, there’s no more I can say.

    but I hope I lifted your frown, enjoy your day.

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