Published on 12, July, 2020
Maybe a weird thread that's somewhere between icebreaker and creativity group... but it could also just be a place to let off some steam really quick I dunno. My idea was that we could share some poetry we've written and maybe discuss it with each other, but I understand if that's asking a lot since we're not all anonymous here. And with no intentions of gatekeeping or judging by style or skill or what have you - it doesn't have to be professional, and you don't have to have done anything with it or intend to ever do anything with it, hell just make something up right now on the spot to vent or whatever. That's all I want this to be.
To keep it 'relevant' the subject could be about autism or how we've been misunderstood, how you interpret certain things due to autism, anything like that... but not necessarily, I don't see why we couldn't just write whatever we feel like. And again, there shouldn't be any barriers due to skill level, perceived or otherwise.
Perhaps some of us are writers/would like to be and we could exchange feedback on each other's poems. Or you can specify you're not looking for critique and you're just having fun/venting. Maybe I'm alone in this but I just enjoy the ways words can be put together and the various ways the same phrases can be interpreted. I love writing, especially if it means being able to evoke emotions in other people and particularly if it conveys to them how the world looks to someone like me.
Here, I'll go first with a personal favourite of mine, short and sweet:
I used to call them fairies;those little drifting clumps of fluff like the seeds of dandelions.
Even now I see them sometimes and think"fairies"and I wonder briefly if they're alive.
And even now I see myself sometimes and think"fairies"and I wonder briefly if I'm alive.
me too
I did one recently when I was without job and frustrated. It's probably my best one:
My Dearest Madam/Sire
Expressing my deepest desire
I would like to inform
That I filled out the form
Tough it does not matter
If I am black white or other
or fit in your statistic
because I am autistic
I do not know how to fight
Or if I have any right
To freedom, to work or desire
My dearest Madam/Sire
Oh I definitely feel this one. I know that pain, I'm still in it. Probably always will be. I hope things are going better for you.
ups and downs
I found a job at last
manual slavery to be exact
it means surviving
but what else is there ....
If I could fly, I wouldn’t go high,
Then I would think what I can dream,
A better version to reality’s creation,
Submerging myself in exultation.
Hopefully