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Having Asperger's spectrum! I often think deeply...


Have the courage to eliminate the negatives in your life so your positives have a chance to speak! To succeed your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure,



People think that I am so strong but I'm not as strong as you think I am. The truth is you just don't realise how close I am to completely falling apart..


When i am experiencing the worst pain i want to make others smile because its not nice to be sad,


I never know what strength i had until life began to test me,
It takes real strength for me to keep trying when the whole world expects me to fail.


As i am walking down this road of change, may i grow stronger, wiser, and more confident in the decisions i make i live my life for my future..

glass visage
marine green
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cube
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iron
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burnt bronze

Hold on there
Do not let the dark wave
Overpower you
Give in without giving up
Take a ride with it
Let it carry you
Away from the sea of troubles
Under the rain of streaming light
Shout out your pain
Dig it deep into the ground
And the flower will grow
Splash it on canvas
And mix with colors
Pour it on paper
It may turn into a poem

I walk peacefully
alongside her, that was me.
Pondering where I should be,
or should i say she?

Our paths split so long ago.
Was it impossible this dream
to join again, it seemed
a journey fraught with fear.

I see her shadow in the water.
does she want the same?
Is she game
to try again?

I did shout in anger at her,
in the splitting, all those years ago.
I challenged her "be gone, go".
the shadow disappeared oh so slow.

Was I wrong
to cut the threads
of myself, my fears, my dreads?
I sigh in peace holding shadows in my head.

The strength of a man is not seen in the width of his shoulders, it is seen in the width of arms that surround him.
A man's strength is not in the deep tone of his voice. It is in the delicate words you whisper.
A man's strength is not measured by how many friends he has. It is measured in how good a friend you are with your children.
A man's strength is not how he is respected at work. It is in how it is respected at home.
A man's strength is not in the hair on his chest. It is in the heart within your chest.
A man's strength is not in how many women he has loved. It is whether he can truly love a woman.
A man's strength is not in how hard he hits. It's how lovingly he touches.
A man's strength is not in the weight he can lift. It is in the burden that you can understand and overcome.

If my soul suffers so much.
I lie down and sleep, dream, forget.
I let my soul fly over the clouds.
Indifferent and free.
Sometimes I wish I could slip into eternity.
But then an angel leads quite gently
My soul back to me.
And surrounded by the gentle touch of the angel
I create power.
There I lie,
Kissed by an angel,
Lost in that moment.
If my soul suffers so much,
An angel puts his protective hands around it
And wait until she heals.
I never forget this touch.
My soul warms
Makes my heart beat faster.
I'm all over again.

I spent monday
just walking through town
searching for solace
but none could be found

the wind whistled arias
clarity true
I dreamt of a vessel..
she turned into you

my eyes coarse from labours
blinking through mists
a tangle of conflicts
my hands sleeping fists

I spent tuesday morning
down at the yard
searching for magic
for some fated card

it's then that I saw you
pitched in the muck
neglected by everyone's
concept of luck

I spent all of wednesday
smoothing the deck
washing salt tears
from the grooves
of your neck

I ate in your wheelhouse
I slept in your aft
people that knew me
considered me daft

I watched thursday morning
select it's new hue
it mirrored your essence
but only I knew

the grief of good friday
rose with the tide
that day in the chapel
when you were my bride

so I bury my rage
in the virtue of toil
in the place
where you float
'tween the sea and the soil


(for Vanessa)

one night the death pushed the door and said:
-its time to follow me now,venerable master..
master oshiba retorted:
-may I leave the door open ,compassionate death ?
and the death closed the door and went out..

As I'm gazing up at the stars above those twinkling lights to the west are so misunderstood,

What part do they play in this creation yes they are more than just decoration,

The moon reflects the sky at night but the stars set the stage for a wonderous sight,


Sometimes I want to catch a falling star and put it in a jar or under my pillow ,

To mind it ,

Atlas the star has not fallen but sprinkled its magic amongst us who dare to dream who dare look beyond into the unknown

Be not afraid when dark is nigh .

Look up into that starlight sky ,

The star is always looking down on you.



By peach.because I like to gaze at the stars,

Remember December
Nights bite off from days
Minute by minute
Trees stretch naked branches into grey sky
Begging for sunshine
Grey streets, grey air soaked with rain
It gets quiet when snow falls
The parachutes of show flakes
Not in a hurry to touch the ground
Whirl and weave the white cover
That buries the past and smooths edges
The amber of candlelight warms the dark
Inertia of living lets us pass
Over the hump of solstice
Soon the days will be getting longer