#aspergers
The end of summer rains
Fall softly to the Earth.
God’s tears!
God’s gentle tears!
For the school bells call
The Lions of the school yard
And the Lambs must go too!
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
Neurotics build castles in the air.
Psychotics move into them
Aspergians think long and hard
About castles in the Air
And then design real blueprints.
Neurotypicals take the blueprints and
With their superior social skills,
Organize their actual construction. Psychiatrists sit back and collect the rent.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC
When I was a little kid
I compared my self to Bart
Simpsons as well as Albert Einstein
What a fine thing to say
But this was the driving force of
My actions
And reactions
To things that went on with this world
A gifted but misunderstood human
I have become
Now I find out
What I had was not a curse
But the gift
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 8:44 PM UTC
Keep having more opinions
And I’ll just
Stop
Caring
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
faces
pressed hard against frosted glass
face shapes, indistinct
bleached of expression
distorted by breath condensed
why choose to suffer like that
frozen to the outside of distorting glass
separated by that pane
division you refuse to submit to?
when every smile is unaware
where there are no windows on the soul
who you are a concrete set
I resonate because
on this side too
there is identity, pulse,
that quiet sense of self
pushing harder into the ice
believe some locks
can be unpicked
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
Living in a world of my own,
Bound in beguiling threads
In an intricately tapestried mind map,
Always thinking,
Rarely living,
Socially isolated,
Socially inept,
A prisoner of my mind,
Falling down never ending rabbit holes
Into boundless oceans of despondency and despair,
Paralysed by confusion,
An assault on the senses,
Suffocating,
Unable to breathe.
A familiar light shines in the distance,
I swim towards it,
Limbs thrashing,
One stroke forward,
Two strokes back,
One stroke forward,
One stroke back,
Two strokes forward,
One stroke back,
Slowly, slowly,
Closer and closer,
Until I reach the life raft and arms of my saviour,
Who never gave up hope of finding me again,
Even in the darkest hours.
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
All my life
Living under a cloud of doom and fear and negativity,
Believing I was deficient in some way,
I’d done something really bad,
But knowing not what.
Guilt now in tatters,
Shame no longer around,
Worry retreating,
As I finally discover
All I’m guilty of
Is being
Socially
Inept!
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
Conversation inhibited,
Yet also free of constraint,
Small talk a challenge,
In depth conversation my forte
And interrogation my ally
Bombarding others with quick fire questions,
‘You’re too deep’ it has been said more than once
As I reveal too much once again.
Misunderstanding social cues,
Eye contact a no no,
****** expressions a blur,
Tone of voice a trigger,
Hence emotions a minefield.
Literal listening,
Literal speaking,
Leading to sense of humour bypass,
Don’t waste your innuendos, irony and sarcasm on me,
Direct speaking is what wins the day.
Overwhelming sensory overload,
Confusion,
Misunderstanding,
Mishearing,
Tendency towards negativity,
Introversion,
A war of words
Inside my head
Pouring out my mouth,
Tearing me apart
And those whom I love.
Now working hard to change the script,
To be aware of the impact of deficiencies, defensiveness and quirkiness,
To remain level headed and mindful
As I alternate between tiptoeing and running roughshod
Through the labyrinth of life.
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
Think think!
Think of a time
when you had a friend
one negative thought
will make your friendship end
if you think your mind is negative
then think again,
all this bitterness inside
must come to an end.
Echo echo!
Echoing voices inside your head
the words clogging up your ears
after all the books you read
you believe there are more words
that hasn't been said
if so, don't overthink it
don't drown yourself with dread.
Dream Dream!
Dream about achievement
never over relax
don't chase your dreams by sleeping.
Hope Hope!
Hope won't bring you low
you say it's pointless
believe me I know,
always stay positive for
god will shine a light on you
and make your confidence glow.
Imagine imagine!
Imagine a day without stress
if everyday was a vacation,
you couldn't careless
picture your mindset again
it's not a torn up mess,
fiill your thoughts
with happiness and nevertheless.
Love love!
Love from the work of God,
he taught you much
loving him wasn't so hard
but loving other people is
that why he made you smart
by managing your feelings
he has given you a clean heart.
Believe Believe!
Believe in God and yourself
God loves you as aspie
he gave you multiples of talents
of what he trained you to be.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
Every day, I get out of bed
And wait for work so I can stay out of my head.
For 8 to 9 hours a day, I talk to people I barely know.
but it's a big relief because I'm not the star of the show.
When you live life on the autism spectrum, the mind can be a scary place.
You question every decision you make, and just talking to people can make your heart race.
It can make you feel alone. Frustrated. Sad.
But it's not all bad.
People on the spectrum see the world in a way most could never understand.
It's beautiful. And we want you to experience it. That's why we reach out for your hand.
We want to connect.
But it takes a while to learn how.
If you can be patient, when we're ready, we'll show you the world in a different way. I promise it will make you say "wow."
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
does my "less than" title
make you better
than me?
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
Look at me.
Tell me what you see.
Dark hair
Blue eyes
Pale skin,
Is that all?
Look again.
Look closer.
Please,
Look closer.
Do you see them,
The scars
The bruises
The cracks?
The shadows,
So many shadows.
When I look in the mirror
They're all I can see
But you say that I'm fine,
Am I fine?
Please.
Please see me
Please hear me
Please.
Can you hear them
On my tongue,
The pleas
The cries
The screams?
They sound so loud
In my head,
And taste so bitter
Always sitting there,
A sodden
Seething
choking pill
That I can't swallow,
But can't spit out.
Do you understand?
Please.
I just need someone
To see me.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
All I can do is close my eyes,
And hold my breath,
And pray that this is not my life.
That I was switched at birth,
Or switched in time,
Or maybe I just haven’t woken up yet.
That’s it!
It must be!
This is all just a dream,
a nightmare,
This merry go round
Of work and bills and people, oh my!
And the tune that it’s playing
As I spin round and round,
The cracked cadence of a broken music box,
Do this, do that, why aren’t you married yet?
Hey don’t worry,
You just haven’t found the right guy.
It should be so easy,
To dance to their tune.
Everyone else does it…
So why can’t I?
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
They say demons should be
exorcised
They say in the dark lurks
evils
They say in your soul
should be nothing but
light
That washed out is better
than chiaroscuro.
They say all these
things
But what do they know,
these people who live in the grey?
My muses are demons
My pen is a knife
My life is much
better
With black ink in my
veins
I suppose if their minds were to
open
We'd all be exactly the same;
A world full of demon filled people
With eyes open
wide
Drawing beauty from shade.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
I’m slipping again.
I can hear them.
Whispered admonishments,
Echo in my head…
Louder and louder,
As I feel fuller and fuller,
All my spaces filled with shadows,
And the demons start to creep,
Clawing up my throat
And through the cuts in my skin.
I can’t control the chaos,
My hands are sliding on the reins,
I wish that I could ask for help,
But they won’t let me.
I don’t recognise the face I see,
Staring from the mirror,
It’s pale,
empty,
An ill-formed shell,
A weak and cracked container
For this maelstrom,
My hell.
They’re scratching at my skin again,
Make it stop, make it stop.
My bones are breaking through again,
Make it stop.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
Smile.
“I’m fine.”
Smile.
“Just tired.”
Smile.
“oh, sorry, I’ve been busy.”
Smile.
Smile.
Smile.
It’s funny,
isn’t it?
How hard it is to tell the difference
between a smile
and a grimace.
It’s funny,
isn’t it?
How people are so willing
to swallow a lie,
If it’s what they want to hear,
And you’re baring your teeth.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
My brain is not a puzzle piece
Its tangled strings of thought
You are not here to put me back together
I am here to simply untangle myself
Each tangled string is complete and strong
They shine with bright colors of the rainbow
It's truly beautiful
My brain is not that of the ones around me
It is my abstract painting
Placed in a museum with a crowd of young and old
Some say it's not art
And grunt as they walk by
While others jot down ideas
On how to perfect their own piece
My brain is truly and thoroughly my own
My own to shape
And my own to love
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
I look down at the world below
So high, so hidden
And so well-read
They smile and laugh
Knowing something that I don’t
Like a dream lost upon waking
It slips through my grasp
I feel it, sense it
Yet the memory fades
Into daylight
The mask I wear hides my eyes
A part I play, a song I sing
Words I recognize
But cannot comprehend
While I peer from my lofty prison
Imperious, impervious
I discover I am not above, but down below
Waiting and longing
To walk free
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Din!
Your voice envelops me
Drowns me
Blinds me
Encircles
Confines me
Din!
Your whisper is fog
I feel it echo
In my bones
In my blood
In my head
I gasp for air
For light
Until the silence comes
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Roses are red
Three comes before four
Do you want to know what goes on in my head?
It's an absolute war
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
Direction can bamboozle me
An autist mind thinks different
As if in a maze, so divergent
Can his thoughts be
Getting lost so often
Every new place seems alien
Looking to trap you
Till you lose yourself
From asking for directions
To seeing shakes of heads
Losing hope due to inaction
Not getting any leads
Especially when it's south Mumbai
I hop on to a bus
As it goes on and on, I cuss
Wishing I were back in Chennai
Predictably I get down at the wrong stop
Greeted by a run-down lane
I was early, now late
My panic rises to the top
As taxi-wallahs say no
Even as I give various landmarks
I wonder where shall I go
I am clearly in the dark
I see a gentleman in a car
Probably my last hope
I plead for help
Thus apparently lowering my bar
The gentleman offers a drop
Which I gladly accept
A big relief in this heat
As the ride comes to a stop
He says we will meet later
Since he stays in my locality
In him I saw a lot of humanity
As my day suddenly got better
I had got the inspiration
For writing my next poem
In such an interesting fashion
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
A baby was born to two angels,
Sweet more than honey he was,
Page another in history added,
Enriched as the parent's beloved,
Rosary of loneliness he beaded,
Groups he was always hesitated,
Enshrined in my body he was,
Robbed of happiness always,
Securing his own spheres.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC