Autism Poems & Creative Works

Walking Home
by Rachela Anderson

Bzzzzz
The bell rings,
hurting my ears,
disrupting my thoughts.

Sudden, loud, chatter
My classmates scrape
their seats against the floor
and hurry out, talking
all the way.

Pain!
I step out
into the hallway
surrounded by people.

They stop in the middle
they talk, they shout
I hear their conversations
hear their footsteps
feel their pushes and shoves.

Some of their words are directed at me:
"Hey, retard!"
"Get out of my effing way!"
"What, are you drunk or something?"
I try to ignore them.
They still hurt.

Many thumps surround me.
Along with the slams of lockers.
Finally, finally, I escape
I escape to the outdoors
And walk to my bus stop.

The noises have changed
I hear the thump, thump
of my footsteps still.
I hear the buzzzzzz
of some electrical equipment.
I hear conversations, but less of them,
the whooosh of the
cars rushing by.

I get to the
bus stop as the
bus arrives. There
is sudden commotion,
of students rushing,
happy to get home
on a Friday afternoon.

The bus is loud
Not only conversations,
but the rattle rattle
as the bus travels down the
city streets covered in potholes.

I finally disembark from
the bus, and walk to
the elementary
to pick up my brother.

The sounds are again
different; there is the
bark of a dog, the
rustle as the wind
hits the trees.

Then there is the bell
and shouts from the children
Like their older counterparts,
they are excited for the weekend.

A small, warm hand in mine,
The sounds of a teacher
describing how he was today.

Finally, finally, we get to
Walk to our home.
And rewind from our long,
Stressful days. There is no
need to talk, there is just
need for the comfort of
Home.

Of a Statue
by William

The statue cannot feel their eyes.
It cannot know they’re really there.
No biting word can draw it’s blood.
No hurtful glance can make it care.

The statue keeps its vigil there.
It watches with unseeing eyes,
It has no envy of the ones
Who scamper pointlessly around.

But then a pair of piercing eyes
Seek out the statue where it waits.
They gaze into its soul so still;
A stone tossed in the tranquil pond.

Hello there, says the pair of eyes,
What are you doing over here?
And would you like to join with us?
We’ve room for just one more, you see.

The statue slowly shakes its head,
And, setting loose the dust of years,
It makes an odd, uncertain sound
As if to say, you speak to me?

The pair of eyes will not relent,
And as they meet the statue’s own
It sees that there’s a face behind
The eyes; a face filled with concern.

The statue makes its mouth a smile
And says with manufactured strength,
I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t bother me.
I just prefer it over here.

The eyes and face are satisfied,
Receding into their bright world.
They leave the statue quite perplexed,
Its point of view all broken up.

Perhaps there something to be said
For that that’s called Humanity,
Perhaps its worth the pain for one
Who can’t fit in to nonetheless

Still seek the bright society
Of those who fit in all to well;
To seek to see and to be seen
As human.
Because some of them care.

Preyground
by Kate Gladstone

See, saw, Margery Daw,
The bullies grabbed her for a whacking.
When she fought, screamed, or hid, she was told (the poor kid) --
"It's YOUR social skills that are lacking."

Just Another Schoolday at EffectiveTreatment.org
by Kate Gladstone

Slick-ery Sick-ery Doc ­­
He zaps us 'round the clock.
We scream, so then
He zaps us again ­­
Behavior taught by shock.

The Unforgivable Sin
by Kate Gladstone

Down in his playpen, early in the morning,
Stevie lines his toys up in a long straight row.
"How awful!" says the therapist -- "Pay me to extinguish that!
Forty hours each week will make it go."

For My Friend
by Linda Conrad

I know a little boy
He's just adorable you see,
A person wouldn't know by looking,
That he has a disability.

He has to practice and practice
To learn even the smallest things
Tasks that come easily to children developing typically.

Doctors call it Autism or ASD.
It means his brain is wired different and
He learns things better visually.

So make your directions short and precise
So his dependence on you will fade with time.
Patience, love, support and understanding
Is all that he is asking.

So when you meet this little guy
Smile and wave "Hi!"
His and your hard work
Will be worthwhile
When you get to see that charming grey eyed smile.

School Daze
by Kate Gladstone

You have a lot of homework.
You try to do it well.
The math book's full of typos.
The teacher cannot spell.
You point this out. She alters
Your grade from "A" to "C" --
And if you feel disgusted,
That's your disability.

Painful Autism
by Katie Kagan

This is our life, not yours.

If you care,
please do not stare.

When you laugh,
we break in half.

We are real.
We can feel.

We understand that,
we were not planned.

We are human.

My mind spins,
Like pins.

Because we don't speak well...

We are seen as shy.
I cry for my girlfriend and I.

We try so hard,
To deal with our God-given card.

I want you to understand...
Our Autism was not planned.

We have Autism from birth.

but,

We have worth.

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