PoetryForTheLost
@poetry4thelost.bsky.social
Just some autistic guy who writes.
Nothing more.
Nothing more.
Pinned
Poetry is my light.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
I just want to love.
Something that I've never done.
My world, just me, alone.
Something that I've never done.
My world, just me, alone.
December 6, 2025 at 5:48 AM
I just want to love.
Something that I've never done.
My world, just me, alone.
Something that I've never done.
My world, just me, alone.
I'm 19. In my years of being on this earth, I have never kissed a "boyfriend", never even close. Always three steps away, four if you count not curling into a ball every time i get the least bit upset.
I am sad, I am touch starved, I am upset.
I only want love.
Just a kiss on my cheek.
I am sad, I am touch starved, I am upset.
I only want love.
Just a kiss on my cheek.
December 6, 2025 at 5:42 AM
I'm 19. In my years of being on this earth, I have never kissed a "boyfriend", never even close. Always three steps away, four if you count not curling into a ball every time i get the least bit upset.
I am sad, I am touch starved, I am upset.
I only want love.
Just a kiss on my cheek.
I am sad, I am touch starved, I am upset.
I only want love.
Just a kiss on my cheek.
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I cry in private.
A confession I rather deny.
A pleasure I hide from even myself.
I cry in private.
Hidden from prying eyes.
No view of the outside.
Without any judgment.
My tears, only me, only mine.
Barely a drop of tear.
Rarely a streak of snob.
I cry in private.
I weep.
I sob.
A confession I rather deny.
A pleasure I hide from even myself.
I cry in private.
Hidden from prying eyes.
No view of the outside.
Without any judgment.
My tears, only me, only mine.
Barely a drop of tear.
Rarely a streak of snob.
I cry in private.
I weep.
I sob.
October 19, 2025 at 4:53 AM
I cry in private.
A confession I rather deny.
A pleasure I hide from even myself.
I cry in private.
Hidden from prying eyes.
No view of the outside.
Without any judgment.
My tears, only me, only mine.
Barely a drop of tear.
Rarely a streak of snob.
I cry in private.
I weep.
I sob.
A confession I rather deny.
A pleasure I hide from even myself.
I cry in private.
Hidden from prying eyes.
No view of the outside.
Without any judgment.
My tears, only me, only mine.
Barely a drop of tear.
Rarely a streak of snob.
I cry in private.
I weep.
I sob.
My only flaw.
My being both wanting and needing
The only one thing in need of receiving
Attention from another by perceiving
Me in my entirety, living and breathing
The need for their love
The crave of their attention
The plead for their friendship
A habit I don't mention
My only flaw.
My being both wanting and needing
The only one thing in need of receiving
Attention from another by perceiving
Me in my entirety, living and breathing
The need for their love
The crave of their attention
The plead for their friendship
A habit I don't mention
My only flaw.
November 10, 2025 at 7:06 AM
My only flaw.
My being both wanting and needing
The only one thing in need of receiving
Attention from another by perceiving
Me in my entirety, living and breathing
The need for their love
The crave of their attention
The plead for their friendship
A habit I don't mention
My only flaw.
My being both wanting and needing
The only one thing in need of receiving
Attention from another by perceiving
Me in my entirety, living and breathing
The need for their love
The crave of their attention
The plead for their friendship
A habit I don't mention
My only flaw.
November 8, 2025 at 8:07 AM
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October 20, 2025 at 8:52 PM
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Poetry is my light.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
October 6, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Poetry is my light.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
October 20, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Another beautiful and powerful photo I took at a no kings protest in
Gaithersburg Maryland
#nokings #nokingsprotest #photography
Gaithersburg Maryland
#nokings #nokingsprotest #photography
October 20, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Another beautiful and powerful photo I took at a no kings protest in
Gaithersburg Maryland
#nokings #nokingsprotest #photography
Gaithersburg Maryland
#nokings #nokingsprotest #photography
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October 19, 2025 at 7:36 PM
October 19, 2025 at 7:36 PM
I cry in private.
A confession I rather deny.
A pleasure I hide from even myself.
I cry in private.
Hidden from prying eyes.
No view of the outside.
Without any judgment.
My tears, only me, only mine.
Barely a drop of tear.
Rarely a streak of snob.
I cry in private.
I weep.
I sob.
A confession I rather deny.
A pleasure I hide from even myself.
I cry in private.
Hidden from prying eyes.
No view of the outside.
Without any judgment.
My tears, only me, only mine.
Barely a drop of tear.
Rarely a streak of snob.
I cry in private.
I weep.
I sob.
October 19, 2025 at 4:53 AM
I cry in private.
A confession I rather deny.
A pleasure I hide from even myself.
I cry in private.
Hidden from prying eyes.
No view of the outside.
Without any judgment.
My tears, only me, only mine.
Barely a drop of tear.
Rarely a streak of snob.
I cry in private.
I weep.
I sob.
A confession I rather deny.
A pleasure I hide from even myself.
I cry in private.
Hidden from prying eyes.
No view of the outside.
Without any judgment.
My tears, only me, only mine.
Barely a drop of tear.
Rarely a streak of snob.
I cry in private.
I weep.
I sob.
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Listen with your eyes.
Gaze at the morning light.
Feel the gentle breeze draft as it drifts through the blinds.
The soothing call of a new dawn.
A welcoming hand of a new day.
Listen with your eyes.
Gaze at the morning light.
Feel the gentle breeze draft as it drifts through the blinds.
The soothing call of a new dawn.
A welcoming hand of a new day.
Listen with your eyes.
October 8, 2025 at 5:05 PM
Listen with your eyes.
Gaze at the morning light.
Feel the gentle breeze draft as it drifts through the blinds.
The soothing call of a new dawn.
A welcoming hand of a new day.
Listen with your eyes.
Gaze at the morning light.
Feel the gentle breeze draft as it drifts through the blinds.
The soothing call of a new dawn.
A welcoming hand of a new day.
Listen with your eyes.
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I only want love
A whisper of light
My thousands of pains
Said a lonely life
They hear me crying
It doesn't stop
A sweet boy dreaming
My dream, lost
A whisper of light
My thousands of pains
Said a lonely life
They hear me crying
It doesn't stop
A sweet boy dreaming
My dream, lost
October 14, 2025 at 6:56 PM
I only want love
A whisper of light
My thousands of pains
Said a lonely life
They hear me crying
It doesn't stop
A sweet boy dreaming
My dream, lost
A whisper of light
My thousands of pains
Said a lonely life
They hear me crying
It doesn't stop
A sweet boy dreaming
My dream, lost
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A female Pileated Woodpecker heading for a different tree while on a quest of finding carpenter ants (a Pileated Woodpecker's favorite food.)
October 14, 2025 at 11:18 PM
A female Pileated Woodpecker heading for a different tree while on a quest of finding carpenter ants (a Pileated Woodpecker's favorite food.)
I only want love
A whisper of light
My thousands of pains
Said a lonely life
They hear me crying
It doesn't stop
A sweet boy dreaming
My dream, lost
A whisper of light
My thousands of pains
Said a lonely life
They hear me crying
It doesn't stop
A sweet boy dreaming
My dream, lost
October 14, 2025 at 6:56 PM
I only want love
A whisper of light
My thousands of pains
Said a lonely life
They hear me crying
It doesn't stop
A sweet boy dreaming
My dream, lost
A whisper of light
My thousands of pains
Said a lonely life
They hear me crying
It doesn't stop
A sweet boy dreaming
My dream, lost
Listen with your eyes.
Gaze at the morning light.
Feel the gentle breeze draft as it drifts through the blinds.
The soothing call of a new dawn.
A welcoming hand of a new day.
Listen with your eyes.
Gaze at the morning light.
Feel the gentle breeze draft as it drifts through the blinds.
The soothing call of a new dawn.
A welcoming hand of a new day.
Listen with your eyes.
October 8, 2025 at 5:05 PM
Listen with your eyes.
Gaze at the morning light.
Feel the gentle breeze draft as it drifts through the blinds.
The soothing call of a new dawn.
A welcoming hand of a new day.
Listen with your eyes.
Gaze at the morning light.
Feel the gentle breeze draft as it drifts through the blinds.
The soothing call of a new dawn.
A welcoming hand of a new day.
Listen with your eyes.
20 more days til I'm older.
20 more days through October.
Every year it's the same.
Parent's wondering what I want.
Nagging me about things to plan.
Why can't a birthday be just one man?
Alone, for the night.
Accompanied by my thoughts.
I don't need anyone else.
I'm happy. Not lost.
20 more days through October.
Every year it's the same.
Parent's wondering what I want.
Nagging me about things to plan.
Why can't a birthday be just one man?
Alone, for the night.
Accompanied by my thoughts.
I don't need anyone else.
I'm happy. Not lost.
October 7, 2025 at 11:48 AM
20 more days til I'm older.
20 more days through October.
Every year it's the same.
Parent's wondering what I want.
Nagging me about things to plan.
Why can't a birthday be just one man?
Alone, for the night.
Accompanied by my thoughts.
I don't need anyone else.
I'm happy. Not lost.
20 more days through October.
Every year it's the same.
Parent's wondering what I want.
Nagging me about things to plan.
Why can't a birthday be just one man?
Alone, for the night.
Accompanied by my thoughts.
I don't need anyone else.
I'm happy. Not lost.
I've been put on this earth.
Just to make you smile.
I move heaven and hell.
Just to make you smile.
I break down mountains.
Just to make you smile.
I do what I can do.
Just to see you smile.
Just to make you smile.
I move heaven and hell.
Just to make you smile.
I break down mountains.
Just to make you smile.
I do what I can do.
Just to see you smile.
October 7, 2025 at 4:44 AM
I've been put on this earth.
Just to make you smile.
I move heaven and hell.
Just to make you smile.
I break down mountains.
Just to make you smile.
I do what I can do.
Just to see you smile.
Just to make you smile.
I move heaven and hell.
Just to make you smile.
I break down mountains.
Just to make you smile.
I do what I can do.
Just to see you smile.
Poetry is my light.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
October 6, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Poetry is my light.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
It keeps me going.
I couldn't live without a pen and paper.
A word and phrase to mix together.
Painting pictures with letters.
Smiling after every sentence.
Poetry is all I have.
Without it I'd be lost.
A lonesome road.
The path of life.
Genuine uncertainty.
No end in sight.
A scared kid.
The horrors follow.
Unknown of his place.
Pain he can't swallow.
A rudimentary thought.
The simplest one.
What will I leave?
When my path is done.
The path of life.
Genuine uncertainty.
No end in sight.
A scared kid.
The horrors follow.
Unknown of his place.
Pain he can't swallow.
A rudimentary thought.
The simplest one.
What will I leave?
When my path is done.
October 6, 2025 at 9:53 PM
A lonesome road.
The path of life.
Genuine uncertainty.
No end in sight.
A scared kid.
The horrors follow.
Unknown of his place.
Pain he can't swallow.
A rudimentary thought.
The simplest one.
What will I leave?
When my path is done.
The path of life.
Genuine uncertainty.
No end in sight.
A scared kid.
The horrors follow.
Unknown of his place.
Pain he can't swallow.
A rudimentary thought.
The simplest one.
What will I leave?
When my path is done.
Be outgoing.
You'll find that special place.
A happy spot.
Which brings a smile to your face.
A welcome glow.
A loving embrace.
A gentle smile.
A heartwarming space.
You'll find that special place.
A happy spot.
Which brings a smile to your face.
A welcome glow.
A loving embrace.
A gentle smile.
A heartwarming space.
October 5, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Be outgoing.
You'll find that special place.
A happy spot.
Which brings a smile to your face.
A welcome glow.
A loving embrace.
A gentle smile.
A heartwarming space.
You'll find that special place.
A happy spot.
Which brings a smile to your face.
A welcome glow.
A loving embrace.
A gentle smile.
A heartwarming space.
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October 3, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Be mad. Be an outcast.
Have the world laugh at you.
Let them laugh. Let them chuckle.
Let their laughs fuel you.
Live your life to the fullest. Smile.
Do more than smile.
Be happy. Be unique.
Have the world laugh at you.
Let them laugh. Let them chuckle.
Let their laughs fuel you.
Live your life to the fullest. Smile.
Do more than smile.
Be happy. Be unique.
October 2, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Be mad. Be an outcast.
Have the world laugh at you.
Let them laugh. Let them chuckle.
Let their laughs fuel you.
Live your life to the fullest. Smile.
Do more than smile.
Be happy. Be unique.
Have the world laugh at you.
Let them laugh. Let them chuckle.
Let their laughs fuel you.
Live your life to the fullest. Smile.
Do more than smile.
Be happy. Be unique.
Just someone.
Someone to love me.
Someone to just behold.
Someone who makes me smile.
Someone with whom I'll grow old.
That someone isn't here today.
Soon, but never enough.
The one chance I get with you.
I promise to never give up.
Someone.
Someone to love me.
Someone to just behold.
Someone who makes me smile.
Someone with whom I'll grow old.
That someone isn't here today.
Soon, but never enough.
The one chance I get with you.
I promise to never give up.
Someone.
October 2, 2025 at 3:30 AM
Just someone.
Someone to love me.
Someone to just behold.
Someone who makes me smile.
Someone with whom I'll grow old.
That someone isn't here today.
Soon, but never enough.
The one chance I get with you.
I promise to never give up.
Someone.
Someone to love me.
Someone to just behold.
Someone who makes me smile.
Someone with whom I'll grow old.
That someone isn't here today.
Soon, but never enough.
The one chance I get with you.
I promise to never give up.
Someone.