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Silence is my loudest cry ,writing can be my strongest voice
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Barton D Smock Oct 2013
stim
Barton D Smock
Oct 2013
since the bee sting, my son is a staccato of worry. in his six year old frame there is not room enough for any belief that isn’t a bumblebee waiting six years for him and him alone. I have to enter that darkness. even with the catcalls of real suffering. even cradling
your daughter.
your daughter.
Mydriasis Aletheia Feb 2017
Mentlegen
Mydriasis Aletheia
Feb 2017
All I ever wanted
was to be a gentleman.
What if those gentlemen I
aspired towards are proponents
of a patriarchal life-world.
Where does hope ever leave me?
All anyone ever wanted
was to be good. I know
I'm one of the bad guys. So it goes.
Might as well tell a joke befitting:
Why did god give man two nostrils?
A small bump of 4-MEC
[4-MethylEthCathinone]
It is a fairly typical
substituted cathinone.
Pleasant enough and
without excessive
tachycardia at
lower doses.
A little line
of Ketamine
goes down
well as
a chaser,
It put me
at ease after
the stim's quick-
fire breeze. I fall
into tranquility
but it's not the hole
we're all searching for.
My mate sneezes.
was to be a gentleman.
What if those gentlemen I
aspired towards are proponents
of a patriarchal life-world.
Where does hope ever leave me?
All anyone ever wanted
was to be good. I know
I'm one of the bad guys. So it goes.
Might as well tell a joke befitting:
Why did god give man two nostrils?
A small bump of 4-MEC
[4-MethylEthCathinone]
It is a fairly typical
substituted cathinone.
Pleasant enough and
without excessive
tachycardia at
lower doses.
A little line
of Ketamine
goes down
well as
a chaser,
It put me
at ease after
the stim's quick-
fire breeze. I fall
into tranquility
but it's not the hole
we're all searching for.
My mate sneezes.
The next day
the afterglow shone.
the afterglow shone.
m Nov 2018
You know they can tell (pt. 2)
m
Nov 2018
You know they can tell
When you walk by
With your stim toys and your fingers tapping
You know they can tell
When you chew on your shirt and flap your arms
And when you stand too close and stare too long
You know she can tell
But she giggles and explains things to you
And she doesn't care about it
She loves you anyway
When you walk by
With your stim toys and your fingers tapping
You know they can tell
When you chew on your shirt and flap your arms
And when you stand too close and stare too long
You know she can tell
But she giggles and explains things to you
And she doesn't care about it
She loves you anyway
The sequel to one of my best poems. New relationship, new version. I have been diagnosed with Autism, so I thought I would try to write about it. Also sweetheart if you're reading this I love you.