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Autumn LeavesRed, yellow, orange, golden brown,
Autumn leaves are on the ground.
The trees are looking rather bare,
Cold, damp weather everywhere.
Yet I quite like this time of year,
Open fires bring great cheer.
Comfort food is hot and steaming,
Ice on grass and paths is gleaming.
Frost glitters on my window frame,
No two patterns are quite the same.
Wind is chill and feels like a storm,
People all wrapped up, nice and warm.
With rosy cheeks and windswept hair,
Eyes streaming, from the chilly air.
Rushing quickly on their own way,
Not seeing the beauty of the day.
I'm glad I like to walk quite slow,
Taking pleasure in Nature's show.
This time of year soon will pass,
Bringing ice like sheets of glass.
Temperatures too cold to bear,
Icicles forming here and there.
Snowflakes falling on everything,
People hide inside till it's Spring.
Winter is not the time for me,
Like the birds, I'd much rather flee.
I'll stay in my home, warm and dry,
And let the whole season pass me by.
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
Why?Why is life so complicated?
Why am I so cursed and hated?
I'm tired of this constant fight,
Show me how to make it right.
This situation is so tragic,
You're blaming me for using magic.
You know naught of what you speak,
Your mind is closed, your reason weak.
Your actions are so underhand,
Judging what you don't understand.
Witchcraft is no more a crime,
You're living in a bygone time.
Why should I change my convictions
Just to minimise the frictions?
Live and let live, that's my way,
I don't tell others how to pray.
Open your mind, learn something new,
See things from different points of view.
Open up your fettered mind,
Leave the Burning Times behind.
Why can't you see that I'm not evil?
I won't turn you into a weevil.
You won't find yourself with paws,
My broomstick is for sweeping floors.
Look beyond your hate and fears,
Show wisdom far beyond your years.
Swap ignorance for open mind,
You may be awed by what you find.
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