supporter of art
Listener of music.
Severe Autism
Scott Mitchell
(most of my poetry lives in the replies section)
I never would have known
In truth
My heart
Is complete
On its own
There's beauty in your sorrow
Your will to push on through
The stakes of such a game
Would pull me clean in two.
I never would have known
In truth
My heart
Is complete
On its own
There's beauty in your sorrow
Your will to push on through
The stakes of such a game
Would pull me clean in two.
That I don't know
Is the opening
Of my thesis
On life.
I just want there to be more of it
That I don't know
Is the opening
Of my thesis
On life.
I just want there to be more of it
That's all we want"
But, honestly,
It's not even that
I hope that you
Can continue being you
Amazing us
With what you do
Is just a side benefit
To your continued existence
That's all we want"
But, honestly,
It's not even that
I hope that you
Can continue being you
Amazing us
With what you do
Is just a side benefit
To your continued existence
Enthralling art
Knowledge that makes me question everything
A really funny joke
Well-made ragebait.
Any creation that brings with it inspiration
Enthralling art
Knowledge that makes me question everything
A really funny joke
Well-made ragebait.
Any creation that brings with it inspiration
Though there is some serious brainrot sometimes. :)
Though there is some serious brainrot sometimes. :)
To celebrate
The many ways
We shed our fate
I wish to say
I know the date
But the numbers
never sublimate
Oft I fear
I'd be alone
To leave a message
At the tone
So in these days of daze
I do my best
To connect myself
Unto the rest.
To celebrate
The many ways
We shed our fate
I wish to say
I know the date
But the numbers
never sublimate
Oft I fear
I'd be alone
To leave a message
At the tone
So in these days of daze
I do my best
To connect myself
Unto the rest.
Of expectations missed
Know that knowing's
Not a holy quest
You only need
A lesser gist
To wander through
Creation's mist
Of expectations missed
Know that knowing's
Not a holy quest
You only need
A lesser gist
To wander through
Creation's mist
Is it, even still, better
Than being broken?
Oh so ever often
I hear these fear-filled complainers
speak of unfixable breaks
But the growth inherent in survival
The pain of your enemy's arrival
There's more to life than staying safe.
Is it, even still, better
Than being broken?
Oh so ever often
I hear these fear-filled complainers
speak of unfixable breaks
But the growth inherent in survival
The pain of your enemy's arrival
There's more to life than staying safe.
But, I don't need it to work, I need it to be me.
But, I don't need it to work, I need it to be me.
Intent spoken late
Still better than never
If the habit won't break
Push through the bad weather
Intent spoken late
Still better than never
If the habit won't break
Push through the bad weather
A wish so kind
That all that's evil
One word can bind
But oft an actor
Poorly inclined
has hidden goals
Beyond my mind.
A wish so kind
That all that's evil
One word can bind
But oft an actor
Poorly inclined
has hidden goals
Beyond my mind.
In every day
To not booby-trap
Every single vessel.
Each conversation finished
And connection made
I'd plant another bomb
Just to prove they don't care.
In every day
To not booby-trap
Every single vessel.
Each conversation finished
And connection made
I'd plant another bomb
Just to prove they don't care.