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Alexandra Oliver alex.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com Time Time heals all, at least that's what people say, When time moves slowly, I take it day by day. I need time to speed up and make things all ok, But time stays the same, ever constant, ticking, ticking away. Time plays tricks on your mind, it seems to go so fast, Yet when you need it to hurry up, it seems to last and last. I need time to fly by, to change the way you feel, But time stays the same, never fast, spinning on a

Caitlyn Woodbury caitlyn.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com Everyday I look in the mirror and see, The person I am, and the person I want to be. The dream me, she is kind and sweet, The person I am, well she’s less discreet. I look in the mirror and see one girl, She gives me a smile and twirls her curl. Today I will be her, I say to my mirror, But the other girl only creeps nearer. The other girl does not smile, You talk to her and feel like you’re on trial. She does not think, her

Gabrielle Hammond gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com The Diagnosis You grew up in a world not made for you. A world where you had to split into two. Cause how could you be yourself, When that won’t fit society’s shelf? The noise got too much, in and out of your head. Until your whole life ends up hanging by a thread. “What’s wrong with me,” you ask those up high No answer, so you keep going, waiting to certify You hear the word autism, but that must be wrong. You may struggle but yo

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com You left me in such darkness, Light was taken from me… I always knew the light was you, Not dimmed, not forgotten but taken from view. The sun still rises, the sun still sets. Days roll on… Time, time is a constant… it moves on regardless, whether you’re here or not. Endure Adapt Survive… I’m here Time strolls on Regardless If I was gone, time would move on Regardless Disregard the darkness, I give you my regards… Regardless Time

Rachel Hawley-Thomas rachel.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com When The Darkness Falls They tell you that time heals all wounds, They tell you to forgive and forget, They tell you the world is your oyster, But you can't get out your own head. They say life is for living, They say good things are in the cards, But when the darkness falls, Living your life becomes so hard. Your world seems to spiral, Like a roller coaster you can't get off, The life you're meant to be living, Flashing

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com Puppet Theatre Don’t tell me I should listen, when my head it screams so loud. Don’t say it’s time to focus, leave me hidden in the crowd. Don’t pull me to the front, I’m not a puppet on your string. Leave me silent in the corner, for I’m not ready to sing. I feel your eyes upon me, as you offer me a smile. I painted quite the picture, inside darkness all the while. I’m not here to act your jester, the jokes are painted black. You’

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com Whispers on the Wind I hear whispers, Maybe just the wind, Whistling through the trees. I close my eyes, to concentrate, to listen… Have you ever done the same? What if the whispers have travelled from afar… seeking me out… wanting me to hear, to understand… it could be truly important! Although, Now that I think about it, The whispers may not be for me… …best not risk it… Let’s just stay quiet, and listen… just in case… After all…

Saturday night, what a time Who could’ve guessed it would go this way You made me feel there’s no mountain I couldn’t climb Until I realised, you’d be the one to push me anyway You told me you loved me, told me you needed me Then one day it all changed As soon as he came back, there was no guarantee On and on and on you made me feel wanted, made me feel loved Told me how important I was But now I’m standing on the ledge I helped you down from I asked my mum, I asked my

Stacey Page stacey.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com My SEND Mummy I can't hear you, There are too many sounds, Life is too much, When you're not around. My mind is swirling, With information unknown, I don't understand, Then tantrums are thrown. Who is it? I ask, What do you want? I can't read those letters, They're in the wrong font. Be quiet, be quiet, Is the next thing I hear, But I can't be quiet, My attention's not here. It's at home with mum, She's now going out, I cannot un

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com Fields of Glory Lay me down upon the grass, Let me look up at the sky. Smell the flowers all around me, Above the trees my senses fly. I see the rolling fields, The sun rises from the east. A glow lights all before me, Its warmth will never cease. I feel the earth between my toes, The sunlight on my face. Smiling with the bird song, What a truly perfect place. Am I stood in fields of glory? Has heaven entered here? As I feel a stre

Alexandra Oliver alex.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com The Waves of Emotions Soul crushing pressure tightens it's grip, Grip on to rocks, don't want to be dragged down. Down into the ocean depths I sink like a stone, Stone cold feeling of despair, darkness, alone. Alone in this ocean of tears, I can't see the light, Light rushes away from my eyes, I hold on tight. Tight like a vice the silence is deafening. Deafening waves crash forward and back, Back and forward, cleansing my sou

Have a read of this beautifully written poem by Greg.

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com The ADHD Autistic 1 After all is said and done, Don’t lose what you have found. Hold close your faithful heart, Don’t justify the crowd. After all they are just words, Unfortunate they may be… The ones who close their eyes, In spite of what they see. So trust your inner voice, To steer you straight and true. In a world of imperfection, Create the perfect you.

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com Truth It seems I can’t avoid the complications of the truth, I’m tortured by the thoughtless as the world saps at my youth. Surrounded by the stupid the careless and unkind, Targeting my persona, my character and my mind! Seeing all these faces, walk a world they cannot see, I’m picking out the few who would mean something to me. The rest I leave as flawed, condemned to walk alone, Full of broken stitches; in a life that’s poorly

Have a read of Greg's song lyrics: Wish (for one more chance)

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbiteiszeblogs@gmail.com “Have you missed your stop?!” Said the lady next to me, I looked at her confused ‘What is it she could see?’. I couldn’t feel the road, the engine didn’t roar, a glance out of the window, into the sky we seemed to soar… “Are we flying?” I replied, as I rubbed my tired eyes, “Of course we are!” She said to me, “It’s always best to fly!”. It was then I saw the tiger, sipping at some tea, he wore a suit and top hat, and raised his cup

A guest poem by Jacob Oliver.

Greg Palmer greg.gabsbitesizeblogs@gmail.com I’d let the black cat cross my path; I’d walk the ladders hall. If I had to do it thirteen times, I wouldn’t care at all. And if I saw a single magpie with sorrow on its face! Then I’d shatter my reflection, and never leave this place.

Greg Palmer Chapter One - The Moonlight The night was cold, Tsuruchi's breath visibly filled the air as she leant against a large, frost covered tree. The moon was high and vibrant, it broke through the canopy of the forest spilling light into random areas ahead of her. Bow and arrow in hand she scanned through the forest as best she could looking for a shadow, a glimpse of movement, anything to help her pick up the trail. 'You're proving quite the challenge...' Tsuruchi thou

Greg is back with some beautiful poetry entitled "Missing Piece".