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A Poem Called “Feelings”

Feelings,

by theamazinJ

Are we mad?
Are we crying?
Are we angry?
Madness is real,
Happiness is seriously experienced.
It’s Ok to be crying,
It’s Ok to be angry,
It’s Ok to laugh and enjoy,
Feelings are real,
but how much is too much,
how much feelings can we really express,
feelings hurt, feelings show hurt,
feelings can be happy,
feelings can be funny,
feelings can go too far
feelings can not express that much,
feelings are emotional,
everywhere we go,
everywhere we see things,
we express our emotions through feelings,
Raging feelings from everywhere,
raging these things sometimes extremely,
sometimes not so much,
but, is it Ok to express our feelings as hurt?
Sometimes we scream to be heard,
other times we whisper to conceal,
and many times its hard to speak up clearly
what we want to express from our feelings.
Everywhere we go,
everywhere we think things through,
every time we search for what we feel,
we don’t exactly feel.
The search is over,
feelings are there through emotions,
it’s Ok to express how we feel,
no matter how we feel.
It takes guts,
it takes experience to use them,
and it even allows our feelings to ponder.
Pondering joy,
withering sadness,
perseverating over anger,
being afraid,
it’s all a part of being human.
It’s okay to stay strong,
but being strong is using these feelings
using these as entitlements,
using these as part of privileges,
using these parts of ourselves
like a lion roaring in the country,
because
we experience everything really
we experience almost anything,
and we experience growth when we age,
for as we age,
we experience feelings like an eclipse,
an eclipse that is unpredictable in how we feel about things,
an eclipse that contributes to graphic display,
when it’s so important to feel,
even when we want to explore,
and even when we give love in the dark
to bring in the light,
while we feel,
while we enjoy the bright lights,
finally experiencing the world.
Everywhere we go,
everywhere we stay,
everywhere we live,
we need to curb our feelings
we need to let go and pick our battles,
because in the end,
there are consequences
more so than rewards,
and from those consequences is taking responsibility
remembering to use those feelings kindly
while without warning and without unpredictability,
to give those around you
the feelings you want them to have
to feel good.

A Poem Called “Tyrant and Martyr”

Tyrant and Martyr,

by theamazinJ

One day,
a tyrant walked in the door,
they walked up to the cafe stand,
sat down on the bench,
asked for a coffee, a shot of whisky, and steak with eggs,
asking the steak be well done to martyr without the blood,
The Tyrant say “I hate blood, I drink far too often”
The Martyr taking their order says “Be right up and ready in 10 minutes”
The Tyrant spills the beans,
they become very serious as always,
the tyrant rubs his forehead in dismay,
they refute anything that comes their way.
The tyrant sits and waits,
and waits and waits and waits,
ready for something to happen.
The martyr disputes the order.
They take the conversation further,
saying to each other without each other hearing either one,
“You hurt me, You started first, NOW is the time your going to pay”
The tyrant thinks in their own mind how they will make their martyr pay
while the martyr thinks of ways their tyrant can seek revenge.
The martyr glares at the whisky, wonders about the coffee,
and thinks of something as that steak grills
while those eggs get cooked and cooked.
The tyrant fuels their anger on ways to say
how much the martyr is their beyotch.
But, the martyr is thinking something differently,
that may be the Tyrant is their lover.
A lover who cannot admit their vulnerabilities,
and instead changes the thoughts and feelings
of the martyr to think they are vulnerable to them.
The tyrant grabs their fork, gets up from their chair at the bar,
and brings the fork to the chart outside the bathroom,
throws the fork into the bullseye,
and says to themselves, “I won!”
The martyr takes their spoon
and cherishes for themselves to ease their energy
while remembering something they need to communicate.
The martyr has been abused by their tyrant.
The tyrant wants the martyr to think of their abuse to them.
No one wins anything right, but everyone wins in their own way.
Every time the tyrant and the martyr walk into the room together,
they spill themselves like this every single time
no matter what.
So, what it’s going to be?
The tyrant gets their way
or, the martyr finally gets theirs.
The martyr or the tyrant?
Is the Tyrant accusatory?
Is the martyr thinking about revenge when they shouldn’t?
Violence among each other,
violence solving issues?
Human contact is vulnerable to violence,
whether it is physical, emotional, psychological, or even spiritual.
The tyrant finally gets their steak and eggs after longer than 10 minutes,
after that finally gets their whisky,
then after that gets their coffee spilling with beans.
The tyrant asks “What are these beans for?” to the martyr.
The martyr answers “The beans are for every time you pass gas thinking about every thought you ever had”
The tyrant stands up glaring at the martyr,
“Is that a threat?”
The Martyr just says “No, it’s what happens when you eat beans that come with your eggs, see it’s on the menu”
The Tyrant says “Oh, I didn’t see that!”
The Tyrant backs down and goes about eating.
See, the tyrant thinks they knows everything, has hurt many in their lifetime, and takes away freedoms.
While, seeing how the martyr is very angry the way their freedoms were taken away by them.
The tyrant calls for action and terrible action everyday,
thinking the world is about to end without them,
while the martyr thinks the world has ended already from the Tyrant.
However, the tyrant is giddy and laughing now,
when they walk to the next table behind the bar they are sitting down on,
seeing another potential for them to abuse.
The tyrant explains they are getting up to the martyr,
when the martyr asks “What for?”
But, the Tyrant gets up, pays 5 dollars on the counter, and walks over to the other at the tables.
The Martyr says “But, that will be 20 dollars, not 5…”
The Tyrant does not care and begins walk up to the other,
when the other does not realize it or even see the Tyrant coming,
there is a huge bang suddenly heard, the lights go out, and their is scuffling,
5 minutes later, the lights go back on,
The tyrant is laying there lying on their back,
without anything,
when the other suddenly gets up wondering what happened,
and the martyr gets around the counter to the table wondering the same,
while that happens,
the martyr and the other say together in whispers “Is dead? Call the ambulance.”
Then, the other says more loudly “Call the Ambulance!” to the martyr.
the martyr calls the ambulance.
the ambulance comes with the police together,
when the police says to the martyr “So, what happened?”
As the tyrant is taken by ambulance to the hospital,
the police and martyr are talking in the cafe casually
smiling back and forth from each other,
when the other is looking back at the cafe
from a half a block away
while the ambulance is loudly driving away sirens on and off and on
to the hospital for help from the doctors…

A Poem Called “Disease”

Disease,

by theamazinJ

Pushing,
pulling,
feuding,
crying for help,
hurting from the pain
from everyone around
who don’t appreciate,
from everyone who
don’t understand life.
Arguing with each other,
swinging the bodies in disgust,
feeling out of control,
the starchness of who we are,
as disabled people,
as we are neurodivergent,
as we are told to pass,
as we can’t be who we are,
as everyone becomes robots,
as everyone’s movements become fixed,
and the way we communicate become stuck,
without flapping,
without spinning,
without moving in the way that we are free,
without speaking with our true voice,
and speaking, moving, and guarding ourselves
in a way society wants.
It saddens me society doesn’t understand,
it hurts me society won’t give respect
unless these things are done,
and everyone does what is necessary
to be considered intelligent,
unless everyone speaks, moves, and intellectualizes in a way
society wants it
to gain the respect we should have had all along.
Society can be funny.
the physiology can be different than the way society actually is,
the way our brains work,
the way our bodies move,
and the way our spirit is to make a difference,
everyone is here for a purpose,
everyone intellectualizes differently,
everyone has different thoughts,
everyone is here to get their voices out there,
to debate, to argue their points, and to listen
however we all listen,
we are not here to be robots,
we are not here to be clones,
and certainly we are not here to be different than who we are.
Everywhere we go, everywhere we burst into a room,
every time we open a door,
we open the door to another opening
to another meeting,
to meeting more people,
to seeing what we can see,
to hearing new things
and to meet with new partners,
eventually committing to a partner if we choose.
Sometimes we have positive thoughts,
sometimes we have negative thoughts,
and many times the positive and the negative fight together in our heads,
creating anxiety and not knowing what to do.
The power of thought helps us know
what we want to think,
whether it is positive or negative,
or just a debate in our head,
or just a voice we are struggling to hear from another person.
Sometimes we would do anything for love,
even run from hell and back,
and sometimes we actually meet people for a reason to help us at the time
who only help us grow to meet the people who stick with us for life,
while meeting people every day of our life,
speaking the moment of truth,
finding the love we need to live,
while engaging with violent outbursts in our heads
between negative and positive thoughts,
and the powerful outbursts sometimes show in the real world
while most times it just lies inside our heads,
fighting our emotions, fighting our feelings, and fighting what we want to think,
a positive thought can be overthrown easily by a negative thought
if we don’t build a wall in our mind to overthrow the negatives in our mind
because we have to remember thoughts are things
and thoughts create our reality
while thoughts fighting in our minds
become inner battles for what we want in our life,
everyone gives, everyone takes, and everyone battles,
about or but what is.
the door is always open, we just have to open every door,
we just have to be who we are,
with our neurodivergent brains,
with our disabled bodies or not disabled at the time,
and whether we choose to pass for neurotypicality
and how much we choose to be neurotypicality,
finally, it is our choice,
and from that choice,
we choose to make love or to take love,
even when its a rainy night or just clear skies,
all we have to do is make that decision and live with what we choose,
deciding the magic we want to deliver to the world,
with the love we have to give and share,
and see with our eyes the beauty we made
for the world to see and share everywhere.
All we want to do is make the love,
and open the doors wherever we see them.
What about love? What’s missing?
Open the doors!

A poem about “Love”

Love,

by theamazinJ

Love is
Family
Friends
being with everyone who cares
being with everyone who loves me back
sharing and spending time with everyone
without discouraging anyone
with lifting everyone up
and lifting family up too.
Relationships are a two way street
we share, we care, and we embrace
Love is
incredible
insurmountable
boundless
Love has no boundaries
when we want a hug or give a hug
when we want a kiss or give a kiss
when we want support or give support
when we find ourselves or embrace other’s identities
whatever we choose to be and who we are,
Love is
pure
Love is
simple
Love is incredibly connecting
Love is always there
as long as we don’t forget about it.
Love makes us argue
Love makes us fight
Love makes us find peace
Love makes us build our relationships
most importantly love is positive.
I love family
I love everyone who cares about me
I love feeling connected
Sometimes feeling connected
can drive me crazy.
I can feel too much emotions
I can feel
like I need love all the time
I can feel overwhelmed by love
and not sure how to handle the emotions,
and finally,
Love can make me feel:
startled,
joyful,
sad with tears,
angry,
emotionless,
not sure how to respond,
all at once.
If I love,
I will love.
I love, I really do love.
I just need to take my time,
and once I do,
I will feel it well.
Love makes us patriotic
Love makes us want to fight
for civil rights for all.
Love is gracious,
while it is also
very very accepting
and very very very
humbling with a grateful heart,
Thank you all.

A Poem called “It’s OK to be Disabled, It’s OK to be Different”

It’s Ok to be Disabled, It’s OK to be Different

by theamazinJ

It’s Ok,
I am disabled,
I am different,
I am vulnerable,
I don’t test well on IQ,
It’s Ok to get it wrong,
and it’s OK because I am Human,
it’s OK to make mistakes,
and It’s Ok to be open to everyone.
I am very stupid sometimes,
I am very intelligent,
I am influenced at times,
I act like a jerk sometimes too,
and it’s OK because I am Human.
I am anxious all to often,
I am angry at times,
I get stuck on my anger too much,
and it’s OK because I am Human.
I can be mean,
I can be nice,
I am different,
and it’s OK because I am Human.
I am impulsive,
I am impatient,
I am patient at times too,
and it’s OK because I am Human.
I am stubborn,
I can be closed minded,
I am open minded,
and it’s OK because I am Human.
I’ve been silent for a bit,
I’ve not been speaking as much,
it’s OK because I am Human
and need my space sometimes
to not respond feverishly
and without thinking things through
because when I am silent,
it does not mean I have nothing to say,
it just means I am Human and need my space too.
I am Human because I am imperfect,
and it’s OK not to be perfect
since I am Human.
It’s OK not to like everyone,
It’s OK to love everyone
because I am Human
and don’t intend to
hate anyone.
It’s Ok to be different,
It’s Ok to be disabled,
It’s OK to take my time,
It’s Ok to read slowly,
It’s Ok to use alternative textbook reading
to read quicker,
It’s Ok to write fast,
It’s Ok to write how I feel,
It’s Ok to think quickly,
It’s Ok to react and respond,
It’s Ok to be who you are,
It’s Ok for myself to
think through about what I need for support,
It’s Ok to self-direct my own life,
It’s Ok that everyone may not agree with me,
It’s OK if I disagree,
It’s Ok to argue my point of view,
It’s Ok to retreat to my shell,
It’s Ok to be lively and out,
It’s Ok to speak out as much as I want,
It’s OK to say NO when I feel I disagree,
It’s OK to be open,
It’s OK to come out of my hiding spot,
and It’s OK for others to be angry
when I disagree with them,
It’s OK to move differently,
It’s Ok to have different language,
because we are Human,
because we are all different,
because we all have our own ideas,
because we all have our own opinions,
because we all have what it takes to succeed,
because we all succeed in different ways,
because we are all Human
and don’t have to do things exactly in the same way,
because we all are crooked and learn to be straighter
learning to do things the right way
even when we can make horrible mistakes
that we learn from,
because we are all born differently
with every part of the way we learn and
how to live positively and to the fullest,
because we are all not even and the oddballs that we are,
because we are all weird and freaks and r*t*r*d*d in our own way
and that is Ok.
It is OK because we are Human.