Poetry

I wrote poems in college sometimes. I've been looking back at them recently, since my life is in boxes which I have to move to suitcases soon. Some of them are interesting. They are mostly from freshman year, before I had even really thought I might be autistic (although I had already known for a long time that I might not work in quite the same way as everyone).

Anyway, here's one of them. I think it's interesting to look at now, with the things I know about how my brain works now.

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numbers have feelings and ideas and tastes

numbers have differences and sums and some are good and some are bad

some are nice and some are not

some are happy and some are just there

and very precise

(but not people)

faces all disappear the moment I close my eyes

faces all have hidden languages

faces all whisper to everyone else secrets I never will know

faces all have people behind them a thing I am prone to forget

words are quite nice

words all sound different

words can be precise

words can be vague

words can be many things

words mostly make sense

(not as nice as numbers but better than people)

voices have differences

voices can be yes or no or maybe

voices mean different things for different ones more secrets I will never know

voices can be high or low or quiet or loud or happy or sad or bored or mad but I can never tell

I wish that people all had maps

And explanations

And google search for details when you don’t understand

And you could figure out what and why and when

I wish that you could pause

While you gather the other information