Happy Friday everyone, it’s ya boy Choujin here.
Sorry about not posting any Media Review for Thursday. Sadly couldn’t find any good reviews at the moment, but for the time being I got some ideas for some reviews. The good news is to ensure that nobody gets upset and left with nothing for the week, I’m doing a “Fan-Work Double Feature.” So instead of one story, you’re getting two. For this double feature I got two poems to share for you.
The first here is a poem (or ballard) about games and the second poem is about ya boy’s explanation on Asperger’s Syndrome (or High Functioning autism). Both are old works done during my writing classes.
With that, sit back and enjoy this double feature
Oh and Ya boy’s opened his own Ko-Fi, so if you enjoy what i’ve written or reviewed, you can support here.
Ode to Asperger’s
I’ve always wondered what you wanted from me, the day I learned of your existence.
To Normal people, whenever I mention that I have a form of high functioning autism, they look at me with surprise. They are puzzled about what I have.
Mental Illness is either frowned shunned or pitied by those who don’t suffer it. They think that I should either be a window licker, a Timmy or a Downy. To normal people, it’s a mystery why I don’t look like that when I have Asperger’s.
When they understand me, they are surprised and curious. They see someone who can spout information like a living Wikipedia article.
yet they also look at me oddly or disgusted when I pick at something, scratch myself or do something weird out of a bad habit.
To them, I’m a mystery because they never knew Aspergers like I do.
Some want to change me, thinking that my mental handicap is due to neglegences, something curable
However, Aspergers is not a disease to be cured like a cold or a disability that can be controlled.
to me, it’s beyond that.It’s what I am, it’s what I see the world it’s something I’m not ashamed to yell on the top of a building.
It’s something no one should be ashamed of.
Ballard of Gamers
A boy fires up his video game
Ready for some fun
away from the bright sun
as he adventures into his fantasy world
Traveling with monkeys, dinosaurs, plumbers and swordsmasters
Seeking out Sacred Stones or fighting in Holy Wars
with only his Binding Blade as fights like his boy Roy
The boy pops out one game, and plays another
Time Lording with new allies, staying the course
going through Hyrule and Skyrim
crushing and defeating every force.
In the end, a greater force stops him
Greater than Ganon, Bowser or Maedus, like no other
it stands at the door of his room, arms crossed
for it’s the boy’s mother.
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Cute poems there, espically the gamer one. The aspergers one was pretty inspiring too.
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