I thought I might share some of my poetry...

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I just wanted to share a little bit. I thought it would be nice. I have a poem that I believe has to do with aspergers. But I don't know...I wrote this just out of typing. Please give critism and good comments!

I Have a Little Mind

I have a little mind
Here its in a hollow cave
One would call a skull
Here one would find
Someone who wanted salvation
A very long time ago.

I have a little mind
Lost inside a large universe
One would call traverse.

I have a little mind
It shines like a pearl.
It belings to a lost little girl.

I have a little mind,
Its cord bends down a spine
Which holds a ribcage
Holding a beating heart.
Bleeding for the part
It longs to hold.

I have a little mind.
It holds memories
Like a heart shaped box
With which it locks
All the trauma in.

Here's a little sorrow
Someone filled with woe,
He now holds a gravestone
Over his head.
One named him a person,
But now he's dead.

I had a little downfall
In the last year's past.
A sin, a trauma which seemed to happen so fast,
Name it now or face your fate.

I am now called "Aspie"
A name I hold dear
It used to be nameless,
But now its here.
It is unique. as different as can be.
I am called "Aspie"
And I am called "me".

I have a little mind,
Trapped in a lone universe
I am trapped here
Until I am found.
I wait here for them
And for you.

I have three names.
One given, one taken, and one self made
Over the years were more to come
But they have all vanished, back to where they came from.

I had many labels
And when I look back,
I remember the way I used to react
To the names given before the time
I left to find reason and rhyme.
Slap on a label
I dare you to now,
I can tell you
This, nothing bothers me now.

I have a little mind
It's nameless and bright
It makes my feelings real.
I used to want it gone,
It caused me grief
And for once I found some relief.
Its finally found the light of the sun.
Will I too, feel the light?

Quis specturus est tuam mortem

One thousand thoughts are fleeting
As one heart stops beating
And fourty mistakes unfold.
Old drawers of memories
While I pray to Mnemesyne*
For good to come.
Basking in the evening sun
Pray me to come
And escape into the light.
Skimming through empty pages
Of my very thoughts.
Endless thoughts over an endless sea
Word by word they march merrily.
Music played by a happy muse.
I hide myself on the mountain,
Hoping to be seen.
This attention seeking monster. Slowly I shall
Go into the abyss, slowly I will fall
Find me in the well, waiting for you.


"Quis specturus est tuam mortem?"

Why?

My heart is pounding inside my ribcage
Weeping under fits of rage
While I create trophies on my arm.
Scars that will never fade,
Whether they be emotional or not.
My heart glitters through the darkest of hues
Of color hiding true intentions.
Death being a creepy invention.
While I cast myself into the sea
Avoiding the ship's hull
From crashing into me.
"Don't pity me!" I cry.
"Its not your fault, its mine for asking why."

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