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The girl’s enigma
A map unfurled upon her face, each shift a foreign land.Her eyes, like pools of changing tides, I struggle to withstand.A smile, a sigh, a whispered word – a language all her own.I fumble with the lexicon, where meanings can’t be known. Her laughter rings like silver bells, then echoes into tears.A tempest in a teacup world, a whirlwind through my years.One moment warm, a summer sun, then ice within her gaze,I trace the shifting patterns there, forever in a maze. Is it the moon that pulls her so, a rhythm in her heart?Or some grand, secret symphony of which I’m not a part?I long to be the cartographer, unravel…
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For freedom!
Born in Belarus, I come from a nation where people bravely stood up for their freedom. It breaks my heart to look further east and see Russia, a country where dissent is silenced, a country whose people stand by as they extinguish the freedom of a nation that echoes the bravery of my own Belarus. Now living in Poland, I watch Belarus with enduring hope, knowing the embers of freedom still flicker. But I gaze at Ukraine with unyielding pride – theirs is a beacon of liberty shining brightly for the world to see. As for Russia, perhaps one day that fire will ignite within them. It’s a faint hope,…
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Pod perfect love
A tiny green pea named Pete, lived so high,on a fuzzy green pod in the vast veggie sky.He watched plump Miss Bean,with a blush most obscene,and dreamt of confessing, “I think you’re quite spry!” His heart, a wee sprout, did a nervous little jig,as dewdrop tears rolled down his fuzzy green twig.He practiced his speech,with a squeak and a screech,“You’re rounder and sweeter than fig!” One breezy spring day, Pete mustered his might,and wobbled down low, on a spider silk kite.He landed with plop,in Miss Bean’s soft crop,and blurted, “I love you! Would you be my green light?” Miss Bean, quite surprised, giggled soft as a chime,“A pea on a…
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Silence
Not in the hushed library of dust and age,nor the tomb’s hush where echoes dare not tread,nor the Arctic hush where snowflakes gently pledgeto blanket silence upon a world half-dead. Begin with whispers, whispers in the loam,a symphony of roots in search of light.The patient dance of microbes, secrets sown,each tiny sigh a testament to night. Let silence bloom in petals, velvet-furled,where morning dew collects a glistening tear.A spider spins a tapestry unfurled,and secrets bloom where shadows disappear. Then climb the canyons where the wind once roared,now sculpted stone in sun-kissed reverie.A language etched in silence, unafraid.A story whispered through eternity. Dive to the ocean floor, where shadows creep,where bioluminescent…
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The calm within
After yesterday’s somewhat dark poem, today I’m sharing something lighter. It might seem surprising to some, but I, as an autistic person with ADHD, actually enjoy meditation. This is something that many people find difficult to understand. However, as I happened to explain in a comment a few days ago, both autism and ADHD are often treated with nootropics, a complex word that means cognitive enhancers. Examples of nootropics include methylphenidate (Ritalin) and amphetamines, with the most well-known amphetamine used for ADHD treatment being dextroamphetamine. It should be clear by now that I’m speaking from personal experience. These medications often work for treating the symptoms of autism and ADHD because…
