Kelly Scott
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Kelly's imagination has run wild since he was a boy. He loves to tell stories still to this day. Kelly has a way of captivating his audience, make them smile, laugh, and truly FEEL like they are living the stories with him.
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The day Bonnie died:
hey say a dog is man’s best friend, loving us to no end, Hearts so big, loyal and true, with unspoken words they know when your blue, nothing expected in return, to be by your side is all they yern, they do not fuss nor do they lie, wipe your tears if you should cry, they snuggle close and keep you warm, protect you through every storm, as you grow older they will too, living life only to love you, so when it’s time to say good bye, remember this as you cry, they lived their life just for you, surely wouldn’t want you to feel blue, They loved you from the start til the end, Truly forever MAN’S BEST FRIEND! IN LOVING MEMORY OF: BONNIE LEANNE SMITH 05/2008 - 07/11/2017
By Kelly Scott5 years ago in Poets
Voice's of an Aspie
Voices of an Aspie Voices of an Aspie... The first thing I guess we can start off with in these blogs is a topic that is a very serious topic that millions of people deal with on a daily basis. That topic is Autism. I am a single , or was a single father for years. He was diagnosed when he was 4. Now I have a woman that is a great mother to him. Many problems occur when dealing with Autism. The worse thing we've had to deal with; well it's hard to judge. So many things stem from Autism, such as Anxiety, A.D.D., A.D.H.D., Etc...An Autistic mind is so strong. It's impossible to fully know what a parent may have to deal with on a daily basis. The most horrifying, yet intriguing thing we have dealt with, was when my/our son was diagnosed as having Schizophrenia. One night my lady was going over school work with my boy. He replied to her at one point: "Well they told me I was doing it right." We were like "Who is They?" He then began to tell us all about who "They" were. Apparently my son, for years had been hearing voices in his head. He explained that each voice had a name and a different personality. He gave us ten different names, & described their their traits to us. It's hard to remember all of them. I know there was one identified as Summer, another was Thomas, and so on. They all contributed in different ways. One of them was a motherly type. Another was one that helped him in school with different studies. The main one, the boss I guess, his name was Daniel. He was very evil. My son told us dreadful things that "Daniel" would tell him to do. Just for an example, one particular time my son told us that "Daniel" told him to hang my girls kid, My step-daughter, to hang her upside down and skin her alive. Obviously this was a major concern. It took us months for us to learn that the more we and the Dr.'s spoke to him about these voices; the more he would talk about what they would tell him. Eventually we just quit acknowledging the voices he would speak of . It took a while to get through it, but we did it. I'm glad to say that he is not schizophrenic. As I said about the mind-strength of the Autistic mind. At the age of 3 or 4, someone had allowed him to watch the horror movie "The Grudge". After that seeing that somehow; what began as only thoughts, eventually developed into their own entity's. They had been effecting my son's behavior for years. I asked him why he didn't say something sooner. He replied that he thought that everybody heard voices like that. Now that is one of many difficulties we have all gotten through together. If you would like to ask a question about this story, or would like to hear another, or post one of your own, feel free to. I would be glad to help in anyway I can. Maybe I could get help from something you've experienced in your dealings with Autism. Regardless, feel free to leave your thoughts. Thank You...
By Kelly Scott5 years ago in Psyche
UNWANTED
Unwanted: I sit here wondering why wondering how, Think'n to myself what to do now, I’m so weak, so broke, no time to joke As I sit here and cry, all I want to do is die, Why am I still here, with all this fear, I here the words bully, whiny piece of crap heart broke, pain feels like a face slap, pull a word switch, it was meant to be bitch, that hurts the same, such a shame, I give and give, just want to live, a happy life, being your wife, Apparently that’s not meant to be, I’m sorry it’s not enough, me being me, I don’t call you names or put you down, would never choose to make you frown, Without my boys I have no meaning, Giving up is the way I’m leaning, oh how nice it would be, to be pain free. My chest stays tight, I cannot get air, going away is only fair, you’ll move on and soon be better, not a suicide note, not a love letter, I feel like I’m drowning in all this pain, no hope, nothing left to gain, wish I could wash the grief away like rain, I love you my boys and always will, Remember the good me as I stay still, No more pain, no more fight, left in me through the night, I’m sorry I hurt you and will make things right, I’ll go away, I’ll be out of your sight! 2016/copyright@DeepWaterPoetry
By Kelly Scott5 years ago in Poets
