Green - by Dallas Volk

GREEN If I grew quick and clever Touching surface too soon Would I likely get overturned? It was not my Spring… yet try I did To bloom from what I’d learned We foolish flowers Beyond helpful powers… Aren’t most of us lost Premature? Should I survive I would live for the Light As I always have strived To be sure

-Dallas Volk

Clouded / fragmented - by Flora Alice

The worst feelings are ones I simply can't describe a white blank page clouding me when everything escapes me and any traces of logic flee white noise clouds clattering cluttering me when all I've learnt seems wiped away leaving me hanging in air suspended when pattern collapses leaving me breathless I watch the fragments float away out of sight when I feel completely incomplete my body scattered my mind shattered F J-M

Seeing red / I exist / meltdown? - by Flora Alice

Seeing red / I exist / meltdown? My head is spinning My body is yearning Churning Swirling with anger Trapped in my own body Trapped in my own skin My silence is deafening My stillness is trembling Everyone leaves me I am leaving I have left Left my body I feel like crimson smoke Floating in the air A bitter residue Of an unknown despair I am red A vermilion hue The colour that I loathe I am my biggest fear If only someone could step inside my skin maybe then they would see what it's like to be me Listen to my silence my stark sighs Or ignore them as you do I know it is much easier To pretend That I am okay Like I am the others But please please, just remember that I exist I exist. F. J-M

Powerless - A poem by Flora Alice

It's a funny thing how the human race can turn me powerless Gag bound They mute me Sellotape my face so I cannot breathe Restrained They tie me up wind me around so I am paralysed Tied by the ropes of anxiety holding me back and pulling me out of reality F J-M

I Am The Girl Outside - by Flora Alice

This poem was written by my lovely friend and aspie sister Flora Alice. It's for my site www.girloutside.org ! 

I am the girl outside 
I am partially hidden 
like the shaded side
of the pale moon 

I am a shadow 
in the dark
dimly repeating
the others I watch

I am a mirror
a cloudy reflection
a distant echo
of the world outside

I am solitary
sitting still
silently listening
to inaudible noise

I am trapped
a prisoner
in my own skin
detached from reality

I am disguised
to look like the others
but if you look closely
you'll see I'm an outsider

I am the girl outside
you can shed some light
for me to see
but I'll never be free

F. J-M

Overloaded - A poem by Dallas Volk

OVERLOADED I’ve been guilty of Indecent exposure… Laid my cards naked On the table for all A suicidal kind of Over-disclosure Picture me the loose cannon …with a lot of balls I wish for once To extinguish the flames My head is fried; My body’s burning With shame The lines used to define The shape of things Were never mine How can I win? I do not know the game

-Dallas Volk

Underdog - A poem by Dallas Volk

UNDERDOG Once I had a mission Pushed my little pistons And worked real hard When I blew a gasket They stuffed me in a basket and Sent me to the scrapyard Had a lot of steam Did the Tool & Die scene For the American Dream Until they cast me as The Villain I froze up… unwilling Like a rusty machine Made myself some mistakes Had a ton of tough breaks That withered me dry Drained of every last hope Strung out like a old rope Wrung every tear from these eyes But don’t throw in the towel yet There’s still some fight left In these tortured bones Crawling for the finish line Maybe for the last time Please don’t leave me Out here alone

-Dallas Volk