Allsorts

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.

Spring is a great sighting
leaves start growing
birds are singing
green appears
purple snowdrops blooming
at the sighting of spring
blossoming all over
the season of Spring

Oh holes, oh holes
the more you dig the more you find
But be careful there’s someone very mean
coming out tonight.

The winter sky unfolds in silver lace,
A hush drifts low and settles on the ground.
The world slows down its long and hurried pace,
As frost paints every leaf it’s softly found.
The moon hangs pale, a lantern in the cold,
Its glow a whispered promise in the air.
The trees stand patient, ancient, stoic, bold,
Their branches etched like scripture, clean and bare.
Snowflakes wander down in drifting dance,
Each one a fleeting jewel, a breath, a spark.
They land like secrets offered by chance,
Bright constellations blooming in the dark.
The wind moves through the night with gentle grace,
A storyteller humming low and deep.
It weaves through chimneys, touches every place,
And rocks the silent rooftops into sleep.
Yet in the stillness, warmth begins to grow —
A candle’s flame, a laugh behind a door.
For winter, though it brings the hush of snow,
Reminds us what our hearts are burning for.
So let the season wrap the world in white,
A quiet crown the earth is proud to wear.
For winter’s cold reveals a deeper light —
A beauty born from silence, crisp and rare.