Do you think they noticed me? by reckerson, literature
Literature
Do you think they noticed me?
Some girls walked into the bar but they glanced and looked away. not in a shy way but in the kind of way you glance back and forth before crossing an empty street -muscle memory.
I'm Doing as Best as I Can by diddles25, literature
Literature
I'm Doing as Best as I Can
I cannot help it That it’s difficult for me to read subtle cues. I don’t want to complicate everything; I’m doing as best as I can I don’t want to complicate; I’m sure that I’ve upset people Before I realize that, in shame; I’m doing as best as I can Naïve since my childhood, I still struggle to understand my awkwardness; People seem to like me, although I don’t believe it; I’m doing as best as I can I still see myself as a problem, Terrified that I will do something wrong again, My continual presumption of the worst; I’m doing as best as I can I know that I’m picky, Pedantic, my particular interests That make me difficult sometimes, so tedious; I’m doing as best as I can There are my continual second thoughts on myself. Communication is complicated, it’s difficult for me; Body language and facial expressions; I’m doing as best as I can I don’t want to do any harm. I wish that I could forget Each blunder but I need them; I’m doing as best as I can I still yearn for the
Gays, Autism, Confused Signals and Exhaustion by diddles25, literature
Literature
Gays, Autism, Confused Signals and Exhaustion
Life proves again to me That orgiastic behavior does not suit me; It disappoints and distracts me time and again. How do I even understand one man? Chorus: Alas, because I have searched for Love in the wrong places I have given up My intention to find love, a sweet, lovely man, To comfort and cuddle through terror. How do I even understand one man? With the nuances that I perceive? Confusing Me, am I upsetting somebody again? How do I interpret correctly? Chorus: I try time and time again and still I see in the mirror an unsightly, ungainly boy; Men will seek well-formed, handsome lovers And I don’t believe that what I have is good enough. Chorus: A flabby, flawed figure in the mirror before me, I still believe that I am contaminated, dirty Because I’m not “normal”, that I don’t Understand every social situation immediately Chorus: Analysis from everyone, therapists, Peers, teachers from my earliest memories; I did not understand every reason but I sensed The judgement, that I
Let Healing Rain Pour on Scorched Land by diddles25, literature
Literature
Let Healing Rain Pour on Scorched Land
All is still as dry as tinder; Alas, after the wildfires in our home There is enough tinder that awaits ignition And we are still in this hearth of uncertainty I can breathe more easily But because victory upsets much of the population And I am still nervous at the resentment Of people who feel that they themselves won’t be heard. I won’t pretend that I am a perfect example Of virtue, I am also flawed, but I can’t take any more implacable contention Which he lit who was supposed to be responsible. I won’t pretend that I am a perfect example Of virtue, I am also flawed, but I want to resolve the problem, That we will unite against a worse crisis All seemed to collapse and naked despair And anger almost crushed me. I would not trust. I take little pleasure now, when many people Of this country feel some sort of soreness. Happy and contented people don’t become inflamed; Fear, anger, pain, and disappointment are All behind resentment, and I did not Want to listen and I could offer my
I Don't Want Any More Hostility by diddles25, literature
Literature
I Don't Want Any More Hostility
I don’t deny that there will be disagreement I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will be contention I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will be differing opinions I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will still be scandal I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will be hardship I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will be soreness I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that I am not perfectly virtuous I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that I share the responsibility I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will still be animosity I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will still be resentment I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will be reproach I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will still be distrust I don’t want any more hostility I don’t deny that there will still be blame I don’t want any more
We are like volcanos
That nature has created
We spill our ashes
And hot lava
We spit out suffering
Upon ourselves
And we are like thunderstorms
That nature has concocted
Electrically charged
We fight for no reason
With the atmosphere around
We are rogue animals
With brains evolved to conquer
In our madness
We build prisons of shadow
We fool ourselves into
Bittersweet captivity