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"Testing My Will" by Will Turnbull
Red-faced, I stood and watched the able children stand and go to dear friends to play,
I didn't dread the life I faced as much as feeling resigned to the isolation.
I said to no one what feelings raced through a mind so lively and full.
So, reality was my backdrop but my life was surreal.
Reality begged that I be a cripple,
But greatly did my heart rebel.
The world of reality converged with surreal,
And I stand, red-faced, with one foot in each world.


*Will Turnbull has autism, and therefore has a speech disability. He cannot speak normally and communicates through a machine that forms words through a keyboard. However, judging by his writing, I think you'd agree that he is FAR from being called disabled.

Sonnet #5
I've watched my friend transform into a stranger.
The girl he's with is nice, but I don't care.
I've come to live with loneliness and anger;
Two dark shadows, trailing everywhere.
I'm never sure of what I want in life;
If love is truly what men need to live.
I've loved, and lost, and died, and seen the knife
That stabs the heart of what I long to give.
My mind is set on finding someone now,
To find the one to help me live a lie.
So here I ponder what Fate won't allow,
And here I'll stay and write, until I die.
~ The world's weight could rest upon my shoulders,
~ And here I'd sit, refusing to grow older.

"Fallen Star" (to the tune of Blue Oyster Cult's "Astronomy")
Clock strikes twelve and out I go, discover myself once again.
I search the world for a place to hide, but I find salvation where it's always been.
At the bottom of a bottle, in the open arms of sin,
And now my soul is an empty shell, waiting to be filled again.

Now the consequences take their toll, lying in my bed awake.
My heart, it soon grows heavy, so I drown it out with foolish pride.
Now I'll never be content until my mind destroys my soul.
I long for words i need to hear, but the world has deafened me.

[...Refrain and other verses in progress]

Submit some writing to the only guy with the stones to put his own writing right next to Shakespeare's.
The utter NERVE!