Adventures in awkward [autistic poetry]

Today was another day in which I felt inspired to “rewrite” my own “lyrics” to an existing song.  I’ve been working a lot, including most of the day today, and yet, an obscure little song whispered out to me, first nibbling around the edges, then growing more incessantly, until I got home this afternoon, at which point it consumed my core.

Today’s “lyrics” stem from the concept of my Asperger’s/autism and the ever-present reality of Overwhelm.  It’s a near-daily “adventure” (read: battle), especially when my energy supply has largely been depleted at work, I come home to a hollering elderly semi-senile kitty (whom I love dearly and am thoroughly dedicated to, but whose reality includes literally 15-18 feedings in a 24-hour period and a very mouthy nature), then not having quite enough time to recharge on the couch before my partner gets home and begins his usual banging around the apartment….

….Yeah, the song itself (which is a haunting, folksy, bluesy, dreamy “goth country/Americana” tune called “A Stranger and His Wife” (ad-free video on YouTube) by Alexis Smith & Joe Henson), coupled with the actual lyrics of the song, coupled (again) with my “lyric rewrite”… pretty captures my desire to hide away from the world, followed by the larger realization that often, I don’t feel like I even fit anywhere in it…  This particular piece was written 10-15 minutes ago.  I did have fun writing it. πŸ™‚


My world sometimes is semi-surreal
Floating in my thoughts and
I’m not sure how to hold hands
Always unsure of how I feel
I speak in a language
That no one can understand
Except for me

Some days are bright and some are gloom
I just feign indifference
And mirror what I see as I look around
Hide away up in my room
Away from all the people
Who talk and yell and come around
Too close to me

I’m never sure just what to say
What so naturally comes to them
Remains an eternal mystery
I’d like to think I made your day
But what would I do then
It’s not like I’m making history
It’s just what’s inside of me

I’m not cut out for this earth
My day and night are my own
And I never fit my name
One day I’ll be one with dirt
Life and death are overblown
But the world is never quite the same
Just let me be

Now hanging out in peace and quiet
Nobody’s around me
Life is but a dream
Maybe someday I’ll join the riot
But for now silence surrounds me
Though nothing’s what it seems
Inside of/except for me


Written Tue 2.13.2018 ~17.45-18.00

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    1. Awww, Elaine, thank you, luv! 😘. I’m smitten with your encouraging words 😊❀️. (Honestly, I really really appreciate them πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ’™πŸ’œ. I bleed out something and post it, and I’m never quite sure how it’ll be received, so I’m *really happy* that you liked it!) 😘🌺

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  1. Thank you for this poem, Laina. You help me understand my son better, his fit in this world has never been good. Hard to know how to help him now as an adult, as much as when he was small. Expression has never been his strong suit (except maybe frustration and anger). Your posts shed a bit of light on how he might view the world. Blessings!

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  2. I am special just like you
    I can take the things I do
    And learn from them the best I can
    Make a difference with who I am
    You might be slow and I might be fast
    We don’t need to measure who is first or last

    Sometimes when you speak
    I’m not sure what you say
    If you’re sad or you’re hurt
    I might not hear it that way
    I like it when things are always the same
    Like my food and toys and my video games

    Sometimes when we talk I don’t look in your eyes
    I might just forget so don’t be surprised
    If I don’t speak at all let’s try to wait
    There are other ways we can communicate

    Things don’t look the same to you and me
    Where I see a forest you see a tree
    I hear the wind blowing strong in the sky
    You hear a breeze as it softly goes by
    My smell and my taste are different than yours
    So many choices thank goodness of course
    There’s really a lot to say about touch
    Sometimes even my clothes feel too much
    If I think the light is shining too bright
    Or even if the noise isn’t right

    I can do better when you think that I can
    Remember to show me and show me again
    I know that you love me so love me through this
    I do my best and don’t need to be fixed
    Help me and teach me it’s simple as that
    I need you I love you matter of fact
    If I can’t tell you exactly how I feel
    Or act out in a way that seems unreal
    You’re everything I count on every day
    Do accept me and cherish my own special way.

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            1. 😘😘. I’m embarrassed about how many I’ve been nominated for but haven’t done yet. I’m probably going to catch up on a bunch from the past 12 months rolling in a couple posts and thank several at once 😘❀️. I really really appreciate the nominations! So honored and humbled πŸ’šπŸ’™

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    1. Thank you so much, my lovely! 😘❀️. I really appreciate your encouraging words! To put y’all at ease (for those who are wondering), I’m OK 😊. Feeling pretty neutral, just sort of observing from afar, calling the world as I see it at the moment. But it does sound sort of melancholy, doesn’t it? πŸ˜˜πŸ’•πŸ’•

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    1. Thank you so much, my lovely! I’m really excited that you enjoyed it! 😘😘. In case you haven’t seen it yet, and you’d like to read more, I’ve got a little section of creative writing on this blog, as well as my Maidenlion blog 😁. (https://maidenlion.wordpress.com), if you’re interested πŸ’ž. And oh yes, I will write more πŸ˜‰. Thank you for your kind words! πŸ’–πŸŒΊ

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  3. ‘Sup, little sister? I feel like something is up with you, but I’m not positive. Are you doing alright? I’ll wait for you to answer. I know it can be a hard question sometimes, so answer when you’re able. Love you. Mwah! πŸ’œπŸ’œ

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    1. Hi my dear Wiser Sister! 😘😘. Omg how did you *know*?? Seriously, your timing is eerily perfect β€οΈπŸ€—β€οΈ. I was doing ok until yesterday and today, when some old shizz from my past came up out of the dungeons. Help! I need Stevie Nicks, Evanescence, and Harry Potter and Friends, stat! 😁😘❀️. I’m probably going to end up writing about it. It comes and goes in waves, and at the moment, I’m ok, although it’s shaky, so I don’t know about tomorrow πŸ˜‚πŸ’–. I can laugh now. I cried earlier, which I think was fairly healing. I might have a long road ahead; I’ll share everything I can, as I can make sense of it πŸ˜˜πŸ’šπŸ’™πŸ’œπŸ™ŒπŸ˜πŸ’ŸπŸ’ž

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  4. Imagine my arms hugging with the proper level of squeeze to remind you you’re not alone, or too little anymore. You have a big sister who will fight with you now. πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

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    1. I know that feeling, dear one! OMG yes, the misunderstanding and discounting. I’ve often felt second-guessed, disregarded, ignored, unheard. Gah! I’m realizing just how abused I’ve been (and I don’t use that word lightly), and I’m probably going to write a post about some of my experiences in a bit more detail here in the near future.

      Anyway, I’m really, really happy that it resonated with you! πŸ˜€ Thank you so much for your kind words. ❀

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    1. Thank you so much! 😊. Hehe you’re not alone; it’s a tiny niche genre that few are aware of, because it hardly gets any radio attention, and concerts are usually very localized to the band’s home region 🌺. I’m so happy that you like it!! 😁❀️

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