-Raven's Night-
autistic/metalhead/wanna join the 27 club
- Jan 31, 2020
- 66
No one wants to talk to me usually that's why I am here, really afraid that the result will be the same. I tried my best to socialize in a way that society wants. But please excuse me if i make any mistakes in socializing, i will appreciate everyone that wanna talk to me, for sure.
I have been diagnosed with ASD in DSM-5, also asperger's disorder in DSM-4.
I wanna share some poems that describe my feelings here, due to reasons of alexithymia i find it hard to explicitly write down my feelings but in poetry.
I kinda don't know what will happen if i post a poetry here, it would be seen as a record for a possible recovery?
But hmm, I'm listening to Lifelover right now, singing, "do life has meaning? Life doesn't have any meaning!"
I do think they are right. But i live for the reason that somebody else want me to be alive. Actually i would like to ctb when i think time is up, but not now. Have been thinking for 5 years i guess. But now i have to live.
That's it. Treat the poem as a story. I will probably post more then (if there are replies...) probably story will follow up as well.
Foxtail or Orris, When We Have a Prairie
My eyes covered and in the black
nightfall blue, black
reflected by the unquiet waves,
ocean's my ink, from the melancholy
My hands tied, with the thread of self doubt
Knees down I fall and feel no more--
and dazzled rain falling the halfway
Subconsciously turning me around within
The black uncovered in my own version
Ocean's your eyes, one day overnight
In its liquid and transparent canvas
It's solitude island, prairie, weighless void
and universe (undoubtedly universe)
summon from the shifting ascending ground
I'm torn in between. this side or the other
It's tearing me apart!
As if foxtail in the garden of orris
that's how they wear me the blinder
with the illusion
Point at the conversation we had
fill me with sound, sounds of thunder and paper in the wind
try to teach me what's a conversation should be like
But, it's not enough, nasty routine
'Apologies and appreciation needless to say'
But I'm in fear of never hearing your whisper
But I can't help telling thank you for every single reply...
every single word you said you wish me okay
And before you typed, I know what I would read
And before you note your counterpoint, I know what the melodies and harmonies
I wanna say to them
Philosophy, the reality, don't drop your blackest ink on
Foxtail in the garden of orris
Orris in the community of foxtail
On the Mar, the moon, the vacancy
But I have the rain in my veins
I have the sun evaporates my nerve
I have a prairie within
I have a prairie within
Barnyard grass, threeawn, community diversity
I have a prairie with in
Occasional species
The only two from another faraway land
I have a prairie within!
So we seated on the rooftop made by
By the grass gone with the wind
Against the wind, we seated
On the grass gone with the wind
Climb upon, with hands tied
Look at the sky, through a blinder
That existing in the outside world
But not mine, never mine.
I growl at the freedom of
the direction of your ray cast upon
I growl at the freedom of
Don't care anymore, it's not me.
So here we are, in the prairie within
I thank for every air atoms that have traveled in me
for every sound that vibrate my cells
and the grand coincidence or the doom
it's the day to look at the sky
follow the track of the moon
I praise for the day the planet coincidentally grabbed your skim over
I praise for the day you coincidentally grabbed by the land
I praise for the day we not find its not a coincidence
I praise for the day that all the poem is true.
I don't need. I don't need'em to tell me
how we suppose to talk
the barnyard grass eagers the water
but it shows no mercy.
like rains in our veins
thunder our my muscles and breath
that flame attracted me
subconsciously, unconditional
bend my will
and lead me to the light
we say thousands of thank you
and I understand you, and you are my best friend
and it's not the time they teach me how to talk
never will be such time
I don't need.
look at the sky
in the day you coincidentally grab by the land
all in all so lonely because i hate the feeling when there's no response. no response. no response. i fucking hate that.
I have been diagnosed with ASD in DSM-5, also asperger's disorder in DSM-4.
I wanna share some poems that describe my feelings here, due to reasons of alexithymia i find it hard to explicitly write down my feelings but in poetry.
I kinda don't know what will happen if i post a poetry here, it would be seen as a record for a possible recovery?
But hmm, I'm listening to Lifelover right now, singing, "do life has meaning? Life doesn't have any meaning!"
I do think they are right. But i live for the reason that somebody else want me to be alive. Actually i would like to ctb when i think time is up, but not now. Have been thinking for 5 years i guess. But now i have to live.
That's it. Treat the poem as a story. I will probably post more then (if there are replies...) probably story will follow up as well.
Foxtail or Orris, When We Have a Prairie
My eyes covered and in the black
nightfall blue, black
reflected by the unquiet waves,
ocean's my ink, from the melancholy
My hands tied, with the thread of self doubt
Knees down I fall and feel no more--
and dazzled rain falling the halfway
Subconsciously turning me around within
The black uncovered in my own version
Ocean's your eyes, one day overnight
In its liquid and transparent canvas
It's solitude island, prairie, weighless void
and universe (undoubtedly universe)
summon from the shifting ascending ground
I'm torn in between. this side or the other
It's tearing me apart!
As if foxtail in the garden of orris
that's how they wear me the blinder
with the illusion
Point at the conversation we had
fill me with sound, sounds of thunder and paper in the wind
try to teach me what's a conversation should be like
But, it's not enough, nasty routine
'Apologies and appreciation needless to say'
But I'm in fear of never hearing your whisper
But I can't help telling thank you for every single reply...
every single word you said you wish me okay
And before you typed, I know what I would read
And before you note your counterpoint, I know what the melodies and harmonies
I wanna say to them
Philosophy, the reality, don't drop your blackest ink on
Foxtail in the garden of orris
Orris in the community of foxtail
On the Mar, the moon, the vacancy
But I have the rain in my veins
I have the sun evaporates my nerve
I have a prairie within
I have a prairie within
Barnyard grass, threeawn, community diversity
I have a prairie with in
Occasional species
The only two from another faraway land
I have a prairie within!
So we seated on the rooftop made by
By the grass gone with the wind
Against the wind, we seated
On the grass gone with the wind
Climb upon, with hands tied
Look at the sky, through a blinder
That existing in the outside world
But not mine, never mine.
I growl at the freedom of
the direction of your ray cast upon
I growl at the freedom of
Don't care anymore, it's not me.
So here we are, in the prairie within
I thank for every air atoms that have traveled in me
for every sound that vibrate my cells
and the grand coincidence or the doom
it's the day to look at the sky
follow the track of the moon
I praise for the day the planet coincidentally grabbed your skim over
I praise for the day you coincidentally grabbed by the land
I praise for the day we not find its not a coincidence
I praise for the day that all the poem is true.
I don't need. I don't need'em to tell me
how we suppose to talk
the barnyard grass eagers the water
but it shows no mercy.
like rains in our veins
thunder our my muscles and breath
that flame attracted me
subconsciously, unconditional
bend my will
and lead me to the light
we say thousands of thank you
and I understand you, and you are my best friend
and it's not the time they teach me how to talk
never will be such time
I don't need.
look at the sky
in the day you coincidentally grab by the land
all in all so lonely because i hate the feeling when there's no response. no response. no response. i fucking hate that.