Allsorts

Pit pat on the path, rain falls on the grass.
I splash and I play and rain surrounds me.
Pit pat, pit pat on the grass.

I think that grass should not be green.
I think that everybody should live forever.
I think everyone is a winner.
I think that nobody is a loser.
I think that everyone can be treated equally.
I think that everyone should be kind to one another.
I think that we should treat nature how humans treat other humans, including plants.
I think that people need to put effort in things that people in need would like us to help with.
I think that everyone should be a kind person.
I think that everyone else is as important as I am.
Whoever is reading this poem, go and be a good person.
Go be who you want to be.
Be yourself.
Believe.

She stands where the city can be seen, yet not entered.
A skyline held like breath across the water.
Windows began to blind, awake one by one,
A language she almost understands.
She loves it without touching it,
Loves the way you love something,
You cannot yet afford to need.
Money was the only wall stopping her from meeting this beautiful creature.
A mystical, enchanting being known as New York.
It was a place she’d never been to,
Yet she felt like she had lived there all her life,
She sat there, having a peaceful conversation about how she longed to meet New York.
Yet she was stuck having a conversation with it from afar instead.
She had waited years to meet New York, introduce herself to New York and more.
Now that New York was in front of her, she still struggled to meet.
She began to work day and night, saving bit by bit.
Every time a day passed without meeting New York, a new candle was lit.
She longed to eat food in a fancy restaurant with a golden fork
Or see the huge digital billboards
She just had to get a little closer and enter New York.
She longed to show New York what she had.
Yet every time she got close,
She heard the heavy, rapid heartbeat of New York.
Though she had never met New York, she loved it and it just motivated her more,
She longed to break free from the jail of finance troubles,
Yet the bars kept getting stronger.
She longed to go to the places where New York smiled,
She longed to go to the places where New York was happy.
She longed to meet New York.
Yet she saw New York blink, the lights always began to blink once and then shut.
Until soon after, New York had closed its eyes and they stayed shut.

I wish I was a tiger proudly living a happy life
I wish I was a pirate sailing the 7 seas
But most of all I want to go on adventures
Going far and wide looking for mysterious places
and things that I never seen before.

Scarlett is so mean
She wrapped me up in jeans
She is so mean
I know you will not believe me
So go and see
She will not believe
Here mind
And will not know it was me
Believe me and see

So many
People I like
More then friends
So many
Schools I’ve been to
All of them so different
So many
People who hate me
So, so many

toys are good
people like playing
with them

Hoping for Help
Autism is a bird trapped in a cage with no escape.
Autism is a rhythm that’s never ending.
Autism is an emotion that can’t be controlled.
Autism is a weight on your shoulders that’s always there.
Autism is a child endlessly hoping for help.

oh tree
oh cake
you look
so baked

The tiger roars loud and proud.
Running through the fire.
Sparks in its eyes as it lies in a bush
Waiting to pounce.
Leaps in the air, soaring high in the sky.
It looks like it can fly gracefully in the sky.