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| Subject: Bright Eyes April 8th 2014, 4:55 pm | |
| So there's this Autism Awareness thing going on near my place and I decided to write in tribute to it, as my younger brother (currently 15 years of age) is autistic. I wrote this a bit ago, but yea. Here it goes. Bright Eyes Those eyes cannot speak. They watch the world, Words hiding behind them. They shine brightly with innocence.
Those eyes give a look of confusion, As other eyes that speak only tell of frustration. Why do they worry so? Life should not be spent worrying about the past; Instead they should enjoy the dessert of the present.
Those eyes are misunderstood. When they tear up, it is not because they want to cause trouble; Instead, it is because they are hungry. Maybe those nights of unrest, which keeps other eyes open Should go rested.
Those eyes see differently. There is no such thing as an exam to them. Why do the other eyes race over the scribbles on a page With such unease? There is always a time for fun as well.
Those eyes reflect the light, Glinting gleefully into the sun. Instead of scorn, there is only appreciation for the wonderment around them. A giggle escapes. Happiness is best served with a smile.
Those eyes look towards the others. No words can escape. Yet in those eyes, Was the expression of happiness. |
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| Subject: Re: Bright Eyes April 9th 2014, 11:02 pm | |
| Nice piece of literature man. My closest friends sister is autistic. He takes good care of her. My second best friend is autistic. Every word is true, it never lead into any pointless metaphors. Your piece got its message across to who it intended to give it to. Post something else, I'd read it. |
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| Subject: Re: Bright Eyes April 9th 2014, 11:14 pm | |
| Great job, Marya! If there was a "like" button on this site, I would break it~! |
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