Dysparxia is not a joke

Dysparxia is not a joke

A Poem by Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

Every day my life spinning around my low skills
I feel like a victim of somebody' joke
My brain floating in spirals of fantasy
I cannot read words in the original meaning



My frustration make me screaming
To hitting sharp edges
To cutting my hopes on burning ropes



My mind is open ocean but waves are too strong
My ability just do everything wrong


When you see slapping my face


This is not you
This is my punishing place



To create better then is now
Communication is decoded and there is no right action to chose
My reality in my dreaming of quality
Stuttering with my voice into new face



Making  statement of honesty and rude comments
I cannot control my mind
There is  default at neurons or just in transition
My fingers pointing right
But there is not proper manner to catch
Hopeless broken cups
Smashing on floor by my anger and my despair
I wish to only whisper
My shout can alarm police
Or somebody will be scare down on the street


Just to relax at my struggle
Just to open in my mind some kind of magic



Some kind of a miracle
Organized my chaos at my thoughts
To clean up my mess at my room
Writing happy poems with happy words


Try to more smile afterwords
To release of better of me
Let my mind to be happy and free
Create another soul at my flesh
Making deep connection with outside world



Forget my wounds and scars
Feeling full of love
Talk with you without a stress
Walking straight without to fall



Make more empathy for your pain
Ask you about your wife and child
Don't repeat words in circles of loneliness
To feel up my days and my emptiness



Shave my face without deep cut
Running free and running calm



Keep myself order out of my Dyspraxia disorder
Be myself
Without losing who I am



Cause Dyspraxia is not joke




© 2018 Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood


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To see you is to find near all of you - except the secrets locked deep inside! Hello and how do you do, my friend.

To find such powerful and vivid desperation is, in itsself, a lesson on how emotions can make a person write with his spirit rather than mind.. everything entwined - a discovery of creation deep deep inside that puts the would-be ordinary into glorius flight. You don't see, perhaps, the depth of your creativity, more your frustrations and they, dear Martin, make you exceptional, truly exceptional. Hugs and blessings. Always.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

1 Year Ago

Thanks for your beautiful and brave words. When I was first diagnosed with a dyspraxia. I see it.. read more
emmajoy

1 Year Ago

It is entirely my pleasure.. your writing touches so many people.. and that makes you top of the cr.. read more
Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

1 Year Ago

I think important thing is people will learn what dysplasia is and what is mean to live with dysprax.. read more



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I think it's very helpful & informative for people like you and me to share our struggles becuz it increases the understanding of all different kinds of issues that many people live with. Here you've done a clear & creative job of SHOWING instead of telling (best part of good writing). I love to see someone accept & embrace their difficulties, instead of feeling shame or failure. When I first lost my ability to walk, I identified myself completely with this disability. It creeped into everything I said & wrote & shared. Now I've learned NOT to make my disability my identity. I hope that someday you will also experience this bit of progress, becuz I notice many of your poems & even your website handle (name) makes it clear that you don't see yourself as anything else but this disorder. This may be a necessary phase as you learn to accept your fate & understand the challenges. But in the long run, this is NOT who you are, just like being bipolar, or being in a wheelchair, or being in constant pain from fibromyalgia -- these things do not DEFINE me! I am so much more than these challenges. In fact, I'm so much more BECUZ of these challenges. I hope your writing will reflect this aspect of being disabled, as much as you have successfully painted us a picture of how it can be for you to be in this place in your life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

1 Year Ago

Hi thank you for visit. I know and I feel I am not just my disorder. But I also feel this disorder.. read more
barleygirl

1 Year Ago

You have a beautiful open mind for taking my remarks with a good spirit *smile*
Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

1 Year Ago

Well that's one of the advantages of dysparxia we are also very creative.
To see you is to find near all of you - except the secrets locked deep inside! Hello and how do you do, my friend.

To find such powerful and vivid desperation is, in itsself, a lesson on how emotions can make a person write with his spirit rather than mind.. everything entwined - a discovery of creation deep deep inside that puts the would-be ordinary into glorius flight. You don't see, perhaps, the depth of your creativity, more your frustrations and they, dear Martin, make you exceptional, truly exceptional. Hugs and blessings. Always.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

1 Year Ago

Thanks for your beautiful and brave words. When I was first diagnosed with a dyspraxia. I see it.. read more
emmajoy

1 Year Ago

It is entirely my pleasure.. your writing touches so many people.. and that makes you top of the cr.. read more
Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

1 Year Ago

I think important thing is people will learn what dysplasia is and what is mean to live with dysprax.. read more
I can only echo what my dear friend Christine has just stated.... oh' and this we are all unique and it is none other than our differences that make us so............ This is another one of your excellent poems Martin...... Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much dear Neville. It's mean really too much. And I am glad people on this site accep.. read more
Neville Pettitt

1 Year Ago

No problem Martin, I am glad too my friend, thanks and you too.................Neville
Anyone reading this Martin couldn't fail to be moved by the daily frustrations you encounter trying to live your life with a disability that not a lot of people have any understanding about. Things so simple for me, would create great difficulty for you.

I wish to only whisper
My shout can alarm police
My brain floating in spirals of fantasy
To cutting my hopes on burning ropes
Talk with you without stress
Shave my face without deep cut

So many examples you give in your lines and I can really sense the feelings of despair that come your way.

You are incredibly creative, your emotions come through to the reader in your writing. Don't ever lose that creativity. Nurture it.



Posted 1 Year Ago


Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

I am touched that my reviews mean so much to you. I hope you get lots of visitors to your page. You .. read more
Little boy with gas mask of dyspraxia at dark wood

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much. Have nice Saturday.
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

And I hope you do also Martin.

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