Blogger Recognition Award: Thanks For Choosing Me Over Everyone So Much Cooler

mac

For the third time in less than a year, I’ve been nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award.

This time? By my friend over at Cocoons Are Sometimes Comfy. https://cocoonsaresometimescomfy.wordpress.com/2017/05/15/blogger-recognition-award-when-being-recognized-is-nice/ One of my favorites on WordPress, I’ve grown close to the words to this poet’s fantastic words and similarities regarding life on the autism spectrum. The stories are sometimes eerily similar to what I’ve gone through, and the resounding strength that speaks far after I close the page is rarely outdone. Thank you friend, you’re the real MVP (or however they say it on social media)

Anyway, the rules:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  2. Write a post to show your award.
  3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
  4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
  5. Select 15 other bloggers for this award.
  6. Comment on each blog to let them know you’ve nominated them and a link to the post you created.

My blog started back in late August of last year.  I had known about my aspergers for four years but had done little to do anything about it. WordPress has always been addictive to me, but this was different. And better. Blogging gave my voice some wheels, and the knowledge I gained from books (and soon other bloggers, like my sweet soul sister’s Laina, Beth, and more recently the wonderful voice behind Just Me) began to steer my life into the direction I never thought it would. I started opening up, and sharing my experiences (https://marylandpoetblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/07/an-aspergians-confession-part-one/), being honest about the struggles my condition gave me (https://marylandpoetblog.wordpress.com/2017/01/18/an-aspergians-chemical-romance/?wref=tp), and really just discovering my voice as (from what I’ve been told) a pretty damn good poet. Thanks to so many wonderful voices, I’ve learned more about myself, become a better person because of it, and in turn been able to shine light for others who were just like I was just a few years ago.

Two pieces of advice for you new bloggers. One, just post. Pressing “publish” is the hardest part, but once you do it, the momentum will carry you to wherever you want to go. Don’t make yourself do anything. Let it happen, and you will be surprised what becomes of it. Two, say thanks. There are COUNTLESS blogs, so the fact that someone took the time to read (and maybe comment/reblog) yours is very, very special. Ever since I started, I always remember to say thank you to my readers. It’s not hard to do, and doesn’t take much time. It shows you care about others.

Now, to my nominations….

https://silentfall.me/

https://femiiesther.wordpress.com/ (I will ignore her words “I  I can’t think of why so many people will like it” in reference to my favorite band)

https://solitudeinsilence.wordpress.com/

https://so352.wordpress.com/

https://unabashedautist.com/

https://secretpoetess.wordpress.com/

https://keelythecynicalrejectblog.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Six Minutes And Forty Two Seconds

wamtac

 Underneath artificial lights

of lamps down the steep drop

of York Road

I called again tonight

to listen in

to this newly discovered soul

Someone says she’s always happy

to hear this voice

but it’s only truly real

when you listen for yourself

and hear the elation

of two minds appreciating the creation

of something neither one could have foreseen

even with the wisest of sages

We speak briefly

of school, writing, and weather

it’s short, but sweet

and ever-increasingly joyous to think of this person

I have yet to even meet

Why? I don’t know

My guess is as good as the distance I can throw

but I am thankful for her heart

to be open towards mine

for hands that craft bittersweet rhymes

and for a mind

that in some ways

is like mine

 

Thank You For Being There, When I Wasn’t There For Myself

zerozero-2

I’ve covered a lot on this blog, and there’s still so much I wish to share. My mind is truly unlimited when it comes to words, emotions, and wishes. I’ve shared a lot of my failures, and my triumphs too (going on 40 days without a smidget of porn). I have an incredible following (2,030 followers as of publishing), and I hope it grows even more. I’ve been posting since August 2016, and I’ve come to know some of you. Maybe you feel the same way about me, and maybe you don’t (that’s fine), but I’m grateful for the support, encouragement, and joy you’ve brought me. I wrote a little piece for you in return….

Dropped into my life

just a bunch of orange dots

in the corner of my screen

You seem to be overly confident

in someone you’ve never seen

I don’t know why

all I said was hi

I guess you saw the grief, the strife

in years you’ve already lived

and you pressed send

You have confidence

in me

and while it seemed to lack common sense

totally

I am strengthened

by your words

truth and kindness

never heard

Your care

undeniable

and your face

part of this revival

In a world

with so many choices

I have

so few voices

I love all you

but to Tina, Maureen, Charlie, Stevie, Patty, Jeanne, Summer, Sascha, Kelly, Brian, Michelle, Little Person, Anna, Rachel, Davy, Beth, Okoto, Kendra, Brenda, Rosema, Marisa, Fallen Saint, Ana, Jonathan, Patty, Wallace Peach, Ivy, Vonita, Dorinda, Joice, and the Secret Poetess

you’re a special group

 

A Bit Of Aspergian Infinity

wamtac

I asked everyone last night to leave something positive in the comments (https://marylandpoetblog.wordpress.com/2017/01/10/an-aspergians-letter-to-old-friends/) and I would use it in a poem. Well, here it is. To tell the truth, reading the comments on my blog over the past month have really  cheered me up. I’ve realized that I have an amazing following, and you are all so encouraging and helpful, that I couldn’t feel sad anymore. My self-confidence may not be high, but knowing that there’s someone rooting for me, well, that makes me want to do my best.

Digging deep down

Infinity on High in the background

“Baby boy can’t lift his headache head”

“Isn’t it tragic?”

I know what’s tragic

not being able to conjure any magic

the words and emotions of  friends and strangers

I just pass it

Your hand reaching out

burns this devil

the inner doubt

never comes out

I never come out

never

come

out

or risk upsetting

something I didn’t create

I just manage it

like Alex Smith on third and eight

Look too deep, I might make a mistake

So I take off, slide for a few

If only they knew

that I have a big heart

and want to play this part

without ridicule

without shame

so what if it’s got a crazy name

that’s me

me

And I love this life

I love my words

I love to give

strength and courage to others

Maybe I’ll never be the guy

that leads a march

But give me a pen

or some computer keys

and the truth you’ll have to see

“Thanks for the memories” he says

still not any sweeter

but I’m glad to have met her

In a little time

I learned

that one try

can lead to years of hope

To shake the cobwebs of apathy

you must cling

grope

everything you love dearly

whether it be much

or little

the answer

is simple

This life

is worth holding onto

and till death do us part

I’m going to share it with you

 

 

1337 likes?

1337likes

Wow.

Just.

WOW.

I haven’t even had this blog for three months, and already I have an amazing following. But the likes? When I started this blog, it never crossed my mind that I would get this much…I don’t know what to call it. Love? Recognition? Devotion? Consideration? Let’s just leave it unnamed for now. I’m so excited, and so grateful, because there’s so many blogs on WordPress (65 million plus according to one source), I am honored at the fact that people take time out of their day to read my work.

So, for the recognition, I wrote something for you all, and I hope it encourages you to keep reading, commenting, liking, and everything else you do! 🙂

 

1,337 likes?

Yikes

I knew my words would have so much power

and that I speak louder

on a page than with my voice

but you, reading and liking these words I write is your choice

I’ve never understood how the words come out

I just tap into sadness, despair, anxiety, loneliness, and doubt

Not everything I write is good

I hoped you would

show me the way to perfect my craft

you do every day, and I’m grateful for that