Happy Friday everyone, It’s ya boy Choujin here.
Enjoyed day one of Blizzconline (the online version of Blizzcon) and now here to provide you with a new piece of work. This time it’s a Diction Poem.
What’s a Diction Poem you ask? Well a “Diction Poem” or Poetic Diction is the term used to refer to the linguistic style, the vocabulary, and the metaphors used in the writing of poetry.

This was something I had to do in my CW class a while ago. It’s a simple poem about love (which was something that crossed my mind.)
So sit back, relax and enjoy this story.

Diction Poem: The Deeper understand Love

To some out there who view adoration as just a crush
As something young children giggle and snicker
but the meaning changes when we mature

it metamorphoses into something grander
moving from puppy-love and schoolkid crushes
blossoming more as we age with time

oh amour, you are that binding that holds time together
keeping two lovers together forever
time and space transcending what it is

oh amour, your tales are told in literature
as something everyone dreams to achieve
to have their fairy tale ending with their true love

oh amour, you are absolute in this world
something everyone wants to acquire
that one person that is one half of a perfect union

for every being on this planet
for those that walk on two or four legs
amour is a driving force, two lovers unified

oh amour, you are absolute in this world
keeping two lovers together forever fulfilling them with eternal happiness forevermore

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.