For Texas and Louisiana (Live Another Day)


Warm winds blow

Over dusty lands

Grasses shrink underneath bare rocks

And trees link arms

Sun is afraid to shine

Upon what is to come

They want no part

Waters rise high above us

Oblivious towards what is coming

We humans, so fictiously cunning

Berating mother earth

In danger of becoming


Once the waves come

And waters rise above the dams

Damn humanity

Damn our need to be powerful

When we should only seek

To be at peace

Now lives are swept away

By torrents of rain

Too much to drain

Now I see brave men

Drop in from airplanes

Save me please, save me

So I might live another day


For The Young People

(Nothing to do with aspergers, and more to do with inspiring others in these times of confusion. I see a lot of young people unsure of where to go, and I felt inspired to write this) 


Looming ledge

sun creeps past you

a wave of heat mesmerizes

sleeping soul beneath

under clouds and climax

I do go far into the night




for the answers never brought

to the light

but having them

solves little in the end

I need to know

how to use them

and that I am

still learning

how to do




Over the last couple weeks, I’ve been thinking about how to improve my blog. The reason for my hiatus last month was to find ways to improve. My blog is a big part of my life, and I feel like if I made changes there, I should make changes here. Nothing fancy, but little things here and there. The things that are often overlooked but essential to truly having a peaceful, pleasant life.

Since Tanya over at has been featuring my work (thanks again, Tanya!), I’ve decided to do the same. There’s so many bloggers on WordPress that have helped me, so I want to give back a little. I’m going to start featuring bloggers in guest posts starting next week! 

Who am I looking for? Well, since this is an aspergers/autism blog, those who mainly deal with those topics will be first priority. I can’t post videos (I’m not that upgraded, yet), but stories, articles, and memoirs about autism/aspergers, along with general mental health, are all eagerly accepted. 

However, I’m not ending the invitation there. I’m leaving it open to writers and bloggers of all sorts. Your passion could be politics, art, food, or travel. Just as long as you love writing, though. If your posts are mainly/completely pictures, I can’t take it. (A picture here or there though is fine) If you do decide to send me your work, please include a short bio with your name (either your real one or pseudonym). 

(If you already have a blog, but want another place to put it, that’s fine too!)

To submit your work, email it to me at, send me a message through my Facebook page, or direct message on twitter (follow @marylandpoet and I’ll follow back) 

I can’t wait to see what you send! 🙂 🙂 🙂

(And, if you could share this post to maximize viewership, that would be fantastic)







Victorious (When You’re Autistic Like Me)


(Whew. Two book rejections in one day had me feeling down. Then this came along…)


In spite of everything they said


Even though we only get glory once dead


In these poems that are bled


In the words that aren’t said


Night and day I fight a battle against you

These feelings I have aren’t even close to new

Sometimes I feel so left behind, but you knew

Sly grin, haughty chin, it can’t be true


They say they’re active but they’re hardly aware

How I love your lips and the way you do your hair

Caught you by surprise? I see you everywhere

But the will top take your hand, ask you out just isn’t there


We’re far more alike than they ever say

But our seismic differences keep getting in the way

I could hope and dream, and I do everyday

But call a timeout, coach I can’t play


I like you girl and you would know it

If I had a normal brain that could show it

Talk to you, laugh with you, show some emotion

Barriers breaking down in devotion


But I haven’t found it

Either that, or you’re still in the closet

Don’t worry, I was there too

Afraid to be me, I missed so much, that’s true


Now I’m victorious

Autistic as can be

No longer in need of your sanity

I stand on the inside of your outside

My life, my words come from insanity

Less is more, more is less

When you’re victorious

Like me

Eternally Autistic


dragging me from fantasy

into a foster home

of brutalizing reality

I don’t think well on my feet



now, stop

not exactly friendly

so I’m the last you’d want to meet

you’ll gravitate towards another

I feel so much

but in front you, dumber

you might hear

“autism is fake”

but I tell the truth when I say

I was born this way

so miserable me

will always bounce between

anxious and quietly content



We Can Do It In The Afterlife



(Somehow, I found this poem to be very funny)

bury me at make out creek

cause this song is the only thing

you’ll ever remember about me

don’t play with hearts, they always bleed


heat led me down dark roads

beaming headlights underneath a cotton tee

pull out of trunk, only whisper my name

watching the stars on the roof is so lame


so overrated, I’m all about action

whether you’re college bound or barely

knew fractions, I only want a taste of your spine

matured by envious patience of time


in between trees, underneath bushes

talking is so close to useless

just dance all night long, until even the moon

turns it’s back at our ravenous song


cause I really don’t care who you are

or where you’ve been

I just need a hit of strawberry flavored hair

up here, or you know where


but I played too much

heart only takes so much rush

before it collapses

and even for the Saints, death wipes it’s glasses


runs his fingers for your name

and takes his mark

so simple, so plain

but he never misses, even if it’s not your brain


it’s your neck, or your lungs

or the thing you’ve worshiped above

and shoved down below

now I’m covered in your sticky snow


so she buried me at make up creek

full of all the things she wished from me

then took her own life

so we could do it in the afterlife

Isolation Burns Like A Dagger


they offer me lunch

they don’t understand

behind the mask of darkness

they cannot see who I really am


because I won’t let them

I’d rather be a fool

than reveal my identity

have me treated as a tool


isolation burns like a dagger

regret blisters and boils everyday

but as long as I remain true, it doesn’t matter

and yet my soul stings in every way


because I want and hate it

circumstance has me elated

then reality sets in, I can’t sit by you

I’m too conscious to pretend it isn’t true

Sung The Blues, Swallowed Them Too


stunning seconds of solitude

come from broken breaths

heartbeats come less

space between your ears



falling off the radar

you are

because nobody wanted to see

the misery

professionals couldn’t explain the pain

just give him two of those

three of these

a shot of that

he will stop foaming eventually

so I sung the blues

swallowed them too

I became more insane

because of you

evenings spent banging

holes into walls

maniac running down the stairs

the crutches rarely stopped the fall

never paid attention

not at school, not at life

so many colors flowing through my veins

you’d think I supported Pride

I could never understand

why drug addicts stare

as if they can remove your soul

and give you theirs

but now I see why

tripped by the police

arrested for driving under the influence

caught unawares

and I’m sure

no one will ever see me there

not until I’m old

really really old

when my hair turns grey

hands begin to fold


See The Trees, Miss The Forest


maybe I’m misunderstood

I guess that’s okay

they can see the forest

through the trees

like I probably should

and I would

if I didn’t have this funny brain

that makes me say

things that are sure to mess up your day

I try to be polite

but being outgoing just isn’t my way

I’d rather write the night away

with the muse I play

taking back more freedom


I silently battle

because I’m too afraid to say

that I’m on the spectrum

please accommodate

Except For Me


the lights are about to go out

as everyone falls asleep

the whole world seems to be slowing

except for me

somewhere in this blue

I’m standing still

because I’m fearful

of what I won’t do

and what you see

only worsens my condition

ashamed of your intentions

I bottle up

so you can’t listen

beat me, blind me

rape me, kill me

just please

don’t ever find me

I hate

how they see me

because I’m not

what I meant

to be