Your voice sinks back into its spring
and silently air passes through
culminating in a brief breath
before your lips that crook into a smile
as you look forward at me
absorbed in some thought.
So quiet is the field at night
when all the humans are at rest
and every robin and her chicks
sleep soundly in their lofty nest
Yet something rustles deep below
and in the chilled air all around
a voice, a chorus clandestine
a coyly whispered, mystic sound.
A little willow by the field
weeps out her forlorn winter tune
above her spring leaves fallen
upon their gravelly tomb
But oak trees and birches resound
to banish off her solitude
and merrily she whistles back
to them her saintly gratitude.
Tonight I've slipped out of my bed
and wandered like a dreaming ghost
out to the field bathed in moonlight
to see my Mo
Whispers of distant rainfall blow
a humid breeze that comes and swoons
as I gaze out my pale window
this sweetly languid afternoon.
Just at my vision's glowing brim,
hydrangeas sway with mystique
embraced by a melodic wind
whose moist hand grazes my cheek.
Oaths abandoned in this teal room
begin to whirl and rattle like leaves
dried, in my hollow chest entombed
Faint fever a dizziness weaves.
「Our "Promises" were poiselessly
shattered, left for roaches to find.
Our "Forever" was noiselessly
buried, unmarked and left behind.」
Hues of indigo sway with blues
ah, I smell their swe
Pinocchio, a boy
Innocent age of ten
Such was his simple joy
to be man among men.
At school, recess was gray.
Though to the boys he'd say
that he would like to play,
they just yelled, "go away."
So to girls he'd retreat,
but felt somehow estranged
from their customs effete;
"Maybe I'm just deranged."
Much did he ruminate
on his binding distress;
Some tactic to relate
to boys and their noblesse.
"For I'm one of them too,
and that I can attest;
I can do all they do,
I'll be no more oppressed."
Defiantly he dared
to the field by the knoll
and called out and declared
that he would keep the goal.
Their shouting turned to ra
In A House Beyond The Forest by SilusW, literature
Literature
In A House Beyond The Forest
In a house beyond the forest,
lived a man of spirit poorest
who penned stories of hate and war
in his dark room on the top floor.
Many years past, he locked his door
thinking the world he should ignore.
He showed his writings to no soul;
just kept writing without a goal.
Kept stock of each book on each shelf,
read Poe and Tolstoy by himself,
reread pages in dust covered,
trite tales of strife and scorned lovers.
Some things were passed under his door
Water, off'rings of food and more
newspaper clippings that he burned
for his care the world had not earned.
Footsteps in the hall he ignored,
even the rare knocks at his door;
t
So quiet is the field at night
when all the humans are at rest
and every robin and her chicks
sleep soundly in their lofty nest
Yet something rustles deep below
and in the chilled air all around
a voice, a chorus clandestine
a coyly whispered, mystic sound.
A little willow by the field
weeps out her forlorn winter tune
above her spring leaves fallen
upon their gravelly tomb
But oak trees and birches resound
to banish off her solitude
and merrily she whistles back
to them her saintly gratitude.
Tonight I've slipped out of my bed
and wandered like a dreaming ghost
out to the field bathed in moonlight
to see my Mo
Whispers of distant rainfall blow
a humid breeze that comes and swoons
as I gaze out my pale window
this sweetly languid afternoon.
Just at my vision's glowing brim,
hydrangeas sway with mystique
embraced by a melodic wind
whose moist hand grazes my cheek.
Oaths abandoned in this teal room
begin to whirl and rattle like leaves
dried, in my hollow chest entombed
Faint fever a dizziness weaves.
「Our "Promises" were poiselessly
shattered, left for roaches to find.
Our "Forever" was noiselessly
buried, unmarked and left behind.」
Hues of indigo sway with blues
ah, I smell their swe
Pinocchio, a boy
Innocent age of ten
Such was his simple joy
to be man among men.
At school, recess was gray.
Though to the boys he'd say
that he would like to play,
they just yelled, "go away."
So to girls he'd retreat,
but felt somehow estranged
from their customs effete;
"Maybe I'm just deranged."
Much did he ruminate
on his binding distress;
Some tactic to relate
to boys and their noblesse.
"For I'm one of them too,
and that I can attest;
I can do all they do,
I'll be no more oppressed."
Defiantly he dared
to the field by the knoll
and called out and declared
that he would keep the goal.
Their shouting turned to ra
Understanding AUTISM by inspiredcreativity, literature
Literature
Understanding AUTISM
UNDERSTANDING AUTISM SPECTRUM DISORDERS
Click on Symptoms of Autism Spectrum Disorders to get more information about some of the Autism Spectrum Disorders.
The following is a simplified explanation of autism, followed by more detail. Near the end, I talk about HOW TO OVERCOME AUTISM. I will also talk about my own personal story of growing up Gay and overcoming much of my Autism. Just know that I finally got there I learned how to connect with people and make many friends, to find real love, not just people using me, and to find a measure of joy and happiness in life.
AUTISM SPECTRUM DISORDERS
It used
By fevered flame, by soothing water!
By untamed winds, by stoic earth!
The Goddess's grace surrounds me!
A single tree in the forest,
A single drop in the ocean,
A single wolf in the pack,
I am one among many.
As a leaf upon the wind,
As a petal upon the pond,
As a root beneath the earth,
I move among the flows.
With fire's passion,
Water's serenity,
Wind's Grace,
And Earth's Strength,
I am one with Mother Earth!
I shall walk along this long road,
And behold the beauty of this world.
And with every fiber of my very being,
I shall defend her with my life.
So quiet is the field at night
when all the humans are at rest
and every robin and her chicks
sleep soundly in their lofty nest
Yet something rustles deep below
and in the chilled air all around
a voice, a chorus clandestine
a coyly whispered, mystic sound.
A little willow by the field
weeps out her forlorn winter tune
above her spring leaves fallen
upon their gravelly tomb
But oak trees and birches resound
to banish off her solitude
and merrily she whistles back
to them her saintly gratitude.
Tonight I've slipped out of my bed
and wandered like a dreaming ghost
out to the field bathed in moonlight
to see my Mo
This upcoming week is exam week at school and we have Monday off.
(and journal skins are free today, so I gave this one a nifty skin.)
I've been wanting to work on this project of mine that I started at the end of March, but I haven't had any time.
WELL, this was a three-day weekend, so of course I worked on it Friday night and the first half of today.
SO. The outline of my first play :D is complete, and it's basically the blueprints for every scene. I'm going to do more character work before I start working the first draft of the script, but other than that the longass pre-writing is almost done. The outline I wrote is 16 pages long (
It's definitely time for summer break now.
Ten days left of school, not counting weekends.
I HAVE NO TIME TO WRITE. :(
AND THERE'S A LOT THAT I WANT TO WRITE. D: