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These are some short poems I wrote centred around taste and how we can misinterpret the things people say.

this atmosphere is turning bitter
his boss cried loudly
he looked around for a beer
but couldn’t see one
does he want me to
buy him a drink
he wondered

she said the evening was sweet
and then appeared confused
when he asked her
what flavour it was

there’s a salty taste in the air
the old fisherman exclaimed
so that’s where the salt is
but how do they get it
out of the air and
into a tub he wondered

it leaves a sour taste
in your throat
his mum said
how does she know
what it tastes like
if shes not eating it
he wondered

have you experienced umami
his friend asked
i haven’t seen that film yet
he replied

taste?

Posted: October 28, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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he didn’t know taste
he didn’t know what
sweet & sour,
salty, bitter, umami
tasted like on his tongue
he tasted textures
smooth, coarse,
wet, dry,
hot, cold
they made the difference
but taste was all the same
everything he tasted
was the same
he ate to stay alive
not to decide if it
was one pinch of salt or two
that’s all food meant to him
a way of staying alive and
satisfying his hunger
taste? what’s that?


you take away warmth
cloudless blue skies
fields of flowers
awash with animals
trees heavy with leaves
providing shelter for birds
you replace them
with browns, greys and reds
clouds filled with rain
mists obscuring moors
streams flowing fast
deep reams of mud
seasons bring and take
so many different feelings,
emotions and experiences
be grateful for all of them
and cherish the memories
they bring to you


Getting to the top grade at school was a big achievement for me. Maths and English tests and I was selected above everybody else, just one person, me. However I soon began to struggle and was overwhelmed by the harder lessons and tougher expectations of me academically. In the grade below I was near the top of the classes and was effectively cruising at school. I coped with the lessons and homework and had plenty of time to play with my friends. School was not a worry for me. Moving to the top grade was a very different matter for me. There was more homework, tougher questions, algebra was a new concept for me, how could you do maths with letters? I’m still confused by algebra but I can add up, subtract, divide and multiply, what more do you need for life! Moving home didn’t help either. Everything happened at once, moving home, moving up a grade at school and looking back I couldn’t cope. It was all too much for me I was overwhelmed and collapsed under the weight of everything that was going on and retreated into my shell, unable to talk to anyone about how I felt because I didn’t understand what was going on and I couldn’t even begin to put into words how I felt. I felt lost in the world and took to my bed as the only place I felt comfortable and safe in the world. Maybe if I hadn’t moved away from everything I knew I would have been fine in the top grade. Maybe if I hadn’t moved up to the top grade I would have coped better with the move. Life is full of if’s and but’s and so many unanswered questions and we all have them and all we can do is think about what might have been and move on as best we can.


i’m only doing what others do
what you do, what they do
saying what i think, what i believe
speaking my mind
standing up for what i believe in
but because i’m different
i’m not allowed to
have a mind of my own
to think independently
to make up my own mind
to have my own opinions
to use my voice
to say what i think
say what i believe
but for some reason
i must conform
to the elite
and powerful of society
a young female
with Asperger’s should
not talk to them
like this they say
she should be quiet
respectful, go to school
meet someone, settle down
know her place in society
do what they want her to do
not do what she wants to do
so they call me names
but i’m used to that
i ignore the names
ignore the calls for me
to shut up and be quiet
i will use my voice
to say what i think
to stand up for what i believe
to make a difference
to this world
to make it a better place
for everyone
if they don’t like it tough!
it’s their problem not mine
it’s them who need
to look in the mirror
and ask themselves
am i right?
is this the world
i want to live in?
is this the world
i want to leave
for future generations?
well is it?


He lives over the road from me. He’s different to me, different to everyone. I turn from the victim to the bully. All my bad experiences come out in unprovoked verbal abuse directed at him. For no other reason than I can, he’s an easy target and doesn’t or won’t fight back. I call him names, names I don’t understand the meaning of at the time but deep down I know they are hurtful, wrong, but I still say them to him, attack him with them. It makes me feel powerful at the time to find someone weaker than me, different to me and different to others someone I can attack and hurt and who doesn’t fight back and who is more different to others than I am. It’s wrong but I do it. If I could go back I would not do it. I would be his friend or avoid him altogether but I would not attack him and harm him as I did back then.


Who has the power
To decide what is
And what is not deviant

Do they understand
The effect this has
On others different to them

That by labelling others
They view as different
They alter the perceived

Identity of that person
In the eyes of the person
And the eyes of others

They are stigmatised
Life chances are reduced
The edges of society

Draw closer
They begin to feel
Apart from society

Less of a person
No one to turn to
No one to talk to

Alone in the universe
Because someone decided
They were different

And used this power
To control how
Society sees them

Taking away their life
Reducing them to
Nothing