I write
poetry
to express
things
I couldn't
say
with my
mouth.

I got diagnosed
when I was
13,
mild Asperger's syndrome
what a diagnosis,
eh?
It made sense
to everyone but,
me,

I never thought
of myself as
different,
I only have
a hard time
knowing
what other people
are thinking and
feeling.

I'm on the
spectrum and I
can't
change that but
if this makes
me
unique then I'm
glad to be
autistic.

Don't keep
chasing
after people
who
go walking
past
you on
the
road of
life;

you aren't
journeying
to the
same
place they
are,

and in
time
you'll see
that's
a good
thing.

Mincing words left and right,
I might cry tonight,
Can you call me,
Before I sleep,
When darkness gnaws on my feet,
Tell of better things,
New songs to be sung,
Old memories and having fun,
They roll one by one,
Off the comforter,
Down the sheets,
Through the mattress,
To the floor,
Tears of blue pour more and more,
Like riptides inside my chest,
I need desperately to get some rest,
...please call soon...

They swabbed my
nostrils
testing to see
if
I've contracted the
coronavirus;

keeping my fingers
crossed
that I'm not
sick.

Jordan could tell
from the first time
we met
there's something
different
about me,

she knew
under the
surface
I wasn't just
another average
guy;

which enabled me
to become
so much
more
than I once
was.

You say you're not
perfect,
but you could've fooled
me.

Just because I've
absorbed
all of your
tears
doesn't mean you
can
hang me out
to
dry like a
wet
towel on the
rack.

A clean white
bedsheet
is a blank
canvas
on which I'll
paint
on with all
my
dreams however sweet
or
nightmarish they may
be.

I remeber seeing you,
I just saw you,
By yourself,
In a crowd,
Wearing all black,
With a sundress on,
In the middle of fall,
In the beginning of spring
I like you,
I love you,
Where'd you go?
I used to feel alone,
Your my one TRUE love,
Thank God I've found you.
I used to want you,
But now I need you.

I never
thought
you would
be
my friend,
but
God sometimes
puts
people like
us
together for
a reason.

I'm a flower
who never blossomed because
I was planted in shade.

What is art?
There is no clear answer
to that question.
You know when
art appears,
something deep down
in your gut
tells you it's
real.

I’ve tried for
so
long to have
the
pretty girls be
interested
in me, but
instead,

I should’ve sought
for
a woman to
be
my friend firstly,
only
after that could
she
be an ideal
partner.

You woke me
up
in the morning
with
a phone call
asking
for my help,
but
I needed to
rest.

yet
if I fall
from
Heaven,
it will all
be worth it
because
I fall for
her.

I'm not picking
up
phone calls from
you,
because I don't
have
anything more to
say.

How strange
it is when
anyone
shows you
how valuable
you really
are.
I was 11
he was 14
we took classes
together and
he gave me
nothing but
affection.
He talked to me
every day,
we'd play
catch, and
he protected
me from the
bullies.
He then
gathered the
bravery to
ask me out
on a date,
but I wasn't
sure.
So he just
watched me
from afar,
his eyes longing
for me to
return his
love.
Danny
if you're reading
this poem
know that
deep down
I still like
you.

My cat always
senses
when I’m becoming
upset,
he’ll then come
snuggling
up close to
me;

my emotional support
kitty.

It's like I'm participating
in
a game of baseball
and
I've got to touch
bases
to remain in play;
you're
one of these bases
that
I touch to stay
safe.

I wear a
mask
when I'm with
you,

I can't help
how
you make me
hide.

I paid my first bill today,
and I'm proud to say,
"I'm on my way."
As a child, I lived
on my parent's terms,
but not anymore.
I got a place and
a steady job,
all on my own.

I used to dream
of being free
from where I
grew-up, but
now that I'm gone
my dream is real.
I won't stop being
my own man 'cause
"I'm on my way."

I can no longer
go a day without hearing
the sound of your voice.

Talking to
her
is all
the
therapy I
need.

Sometimes we wrong
the people in our lives,
whether on purpose,
or by accident,
it always
hurts.
I met a girl over the summer
and I forgot to call her up,
she won't return my texts.
Now it's over
and there's nothing I can do.
If she'd given me a second chance
I would have given her the best side
of myself,
I've said sorry too many times to count,
I guess that means nothing in the end.

What fun are
spur-of-the-moment
runs for
tacos
on Tuesday evenings;
which epitomizes
this particular
day of the
week.

I'm tired of
being silent
for the sake of
being polite,
does it do
any good to
silence the
truth,
people will
think I
agree with their
bull,
no longer
God gave me
a voice, so I'll
speak up.

Don't we all stare
into the same night sky?
Hoping to be reunited again
like shooting stars.

Though
I've grown
into a
man,

I'll
always be
her little
boy.

Don't keep me
waiting
all summer long
for
you to come
back;
that's much too
long.

I'm healing now,
it's something I've
never
felt before.
It's this feeling of
being alone
in my room,
taking a walk
outside,
or sharing a beer
with my friends.
A calmness falls
over me,
I start to let
my guard down.
I enjoy
the moment.
My life is good,
not perfect,
but still
good.
I can feel
wounds healing,
and my life
changed.

Under the pines
I am a new man.
Smelling pine needles
above,
rubbing soil
between my toes,
counting pine cones
as they fall,
and feeling insects
crawl all over everything.  
I am not quite myself  
under the pines,
I am fully
alive.

Finally receiving a medical
prognosis
feels sobering because my
health
will improve but only
after
I go under the
knife.

Once I felt so sad
that I wanted to take
my own life, and I made
a plan to do it.
I was going to slit my wrists,
lay in the bathtub, and bleed out.
Something deep inside me said,
"No." That night was not my last.
I dialed the hotline and got
locked away for three days.
In those 72 hours, I understood
the most important aspect
of my life is love.
No matter what you never let go
of the people who mean the most to you.
I walked out a free man knowing the love
my mother has for me, and I will never forget that.

She's the shooting star,
That all men seek,
In the night sky,
Hoping for a miracle,
But to no avail.

I'd like to
spend
some time with
nature
over the weekend
because
nothing calms me
down
more than the
feeling
of soft autumn
wind
rustling through the
trees.

Inspiration strikes like a match
lighting the fire of creation,
all it takes is one little spark
to create something beautiful,
so keep fanning the flame
because once it goes out
art remains.

Today I
don't
know why
you
snapped at
me
but there
are
polite ways
of
talking to
people.

When all of
those
fair weather friends
had
fled my storm
you
acted as a
raindog
weathering my downpour
waiting
for me to
ease.

I keep myself
occupied
all of the
time
with busywork to
keep
me from thinking
about
you for too
long.

No matter
what
your test
results
come back
indicating,
I’ll stand
by
you in
sickness
or in
health.

The pills always run out
before it's time
for a refill.
One by one they disappear
and release chemicals
into my brain.
Am I a happier person?
I don't know,
I take pills.

The girl struck
up
a conversation with
me
and before I
checked
my clock again
we'd
talked for ten
minutes;


I simply didn't
care
where the time
went.

You smirked
because
I was
having
a bad
day,

why does
my
misfortune give
you
so much
pleasure?

Today my alligator stuffed
animal
returned from being mended;
so
now, as I'm falling
asleep
at night I'll reach
across
the bed and delicately
feel
his soft green cotton
scales.

This morning I
bought
both our pancake
breakfasts
to celebrate me
having
earned my learner's
permit,

soft and fluffy
discs
finally reaping my
reward.

Like a rushing sea
wave you can't stop a panic
attack from flowing.

you guys taught
me
it's not too
late
to make new
friends.