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AspergersYou tease him.
Lie to him.
And he takes it all.
He doesn't understand. Or maybe he does and doesn't let on. He always has been one to want attention.
No. That was wrong. Not attention. He wants friends. He wants people who don't make fun of how he dresses or the things he likes. He wants people who don't egg him on for a laugh or call him names and make fun of his (often less than socially acceptable) mannerisms.
He doesn't see where he is wrong though! Oh, no. He can't tell when an appropriate time to make goofy faces is, or how Nazi jokes aren't very funny when in serious discussion. He doesn't know that words like "fag" and "retard" are not words he should be throwing around so casually, especially when they are the same words people call him.
I have tried to teach him these things. And I will continue to. People will make fun of me
I AM WHO I AM!I am Bisexual
Don't like it?
Good for you
cause I dont care what you think
I am Gothic
I am Emo
I am A nerd
but who gives a shit?
I sure as hell don't!
Respect me for WHO I am
Or don't bother talking to me
Cause I will NEVER change
Never have, and never will
I am Bisexual
I am proud to be one
Don't like it?
GOOD for you
I love a guy
I love a girl
It is MY life
NOT yours to control
So don't bother judging me
cause I don't care what you think
I am WHO I am
and thats NEVER gonna change
ClingyI know I'm clingy.
I'm know I'm needy.
I'm so afraid to let you go.
So afraid that if I do you'll leave.
So afraid you'll abandon me.
I'm afraid that you'll let me go.
Afraid to be alone.
I hold onto you so tight.
I crush your hand with grapping fingers.
Scared that if I let you go you'll disappear.
Scared to loosen my grip and lose you.
Scared I'll fall into eternal darkness.
Into despair and you'll be to far gone to care.
So I'm sorry.
Sorry I hold on so tight.
Sorry I hold with all my might.
I'm sorry I'm weak.
I know it's foolish.
To be afraid.
To be scared.
So I'm sorry.
I just don't want to lose.
The one thing, the only thing that's important.
I don't want to lose.
You my love.
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.
Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.
Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.
Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
Heavy StressI seem to be awake at night
For my mind is rushing on
The stress will always haunt me
Into the hours of the morn
I've never been a nervous man
But some nights I need to think
I find myself so filled with stress
I seek the bathroom sink
Out it goes
And chokes the nose
The dizzying thoughts of this bitter stress
Forgive me mother, I can't be the best...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th May 2012
To Fathers and The FatherlessIs there a special bond between a father and his child?
A bond so strong that nothing can truly separate them?
Not even years of being apart?
Or miles upon miles of land and sea?
I know of such a child...
whoose dad left her many years ago.
She has no memory of every seeing him face to face...
Yet she misses him so.
She has faith in him,
and is willing to forgive him,
for leaving her when she was just a babe.
She does not truly know this man,
who she has been told is her dad.
But deep within her heart she longs for him.
She longs for his love and care and affection.
She longs for his acceptance.
She longs for a father.
What makes a child miss someone,
she never truly had?
Or long for someone,
she never truly knew?
Is there an invisible bond...
that holds the two together...?
Over one and a half decades has passed,
yet the child still wants her father.
Now more than ever.
Is it just, or really, a special bond?
Or rather something much deeper?
Something that extends past race, colour, re
AttractionI try to
Hide the emotions I feel
When Im with you.
Try to pretend that
My eyes arent beginning to wander,
Tracing along your body.
Like a moth to a flame,
I just want to get closer.
My body seems to
Crave for yours.
Like a young girl
Needs her favourite little doll.
She cant handle it being taken away,
Only her heart doesnt beat as fast
As mine does when it's close
I just cant control this
That fills my mind.
This absolute desire
I have for you.
Im a puzzle,
With a missing piece.
That missing piece is you.
If I told you I love you
If I told you I love you
Would you give me your soul?
Darling,you know my tears went up
To the heaven,up above
I found your body
Lying lifelessly on mine
I opened my eyes
It was the end of the time
You woke up
Didn't want to dream along
The notes weren't bad
This life was a different song
Never trust me
I am an untamed tigress
And you,my dear,
You were my reason to dance
You can have my heart,baby
You can even take my soul away
But don't go further than you can
You can never have my body tamed
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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