There once was a fellow named Bobby

Who did serve the most dimwitted lobby

"Give us measles and mumps til we're covered in lumps"

He must love getting paid for his hobby

I had to grapple with my autism to write this, it almost beat me.

Was having a lot of thoughts and decided to try my hand at this. Was kind of proud of how the second one turned out.

They say love is blind

but before you I could not see.

Romantic movies and poetry

finally fill my heart with glee.

 

With sorrow and sadness as well,

for I'm alone in this race.

You didn't follow when I fell,

but I try to rise with grace.

 

A friend is all you want for now,

so a friend I try to be;

but if you ever want everything,

look no further than me.

I live in a dangerous house.

The foundation is cracked, and I'm pretty sure we have termites.

But my other half is worried about robbers, so I guess we're reinforcing the locks.

I live in a dangerous house.

The floor is sagging in the kitchen, and I'm pretty sure we have black mold.

But my other half doesn't trust the banks, so I guess we're installing a vault.

I live in a dangerous house.

The roof is missing shingles, and I'm pretty sure we have lead paint.

But my other half thinks the government might collapse, so I guess we're digging a bunker.

I live in a dangerous house.

But thank God, my other half

Is keeping us safe

Clouds in the sky of paradise
Paradise —
I hear smiles from where I gaze.

A dream in vain
To wander through these mountains of mist

Someone else linked this absolutely haunting reading of Kipling's 1915 war poem some month or so back elsewhere on Lemmy and it's stayed with me since then. The poem is great in its own right but this reading is something else.

^**Ablaze**

Sometimes when my pen hits the paper I start to bleed.

I scribbled this on a page of notebook paper and decided to post it—just raw and real.

I wrote this while I felt like everything around me was on fire.

Ablaze

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