#Dyslexic Poet

[thesorcererpoet]

Encouragement

The biggest reason I am so enamoured with tumblr is that it’s such a supportive place to share your creations. While some work on here is indeed impressive, I love it that we all just share and support each other to grow, no matter what skill level we are at.

I have been writing since I was a child on and off, and it’s something that is deeply important to me, but honestly, my work got so much better when I first did a blog on here some years ago. I think a big part of the reason is because of that encouragement. You also get to know what others enjoy. You can literally see when you’ve written something good and it’s often surprising what it is that others like. Sometimes it’s even work that I wasn’t so sure of myself that others were drawn to.

As a challenge to myself, for several months I decided I was going to write every single day. I was so inspired by what I saw here that I was never short of inspiration. It was like somehow we are all in collaboration, adding our words to the conversation. That conversation with the world, with ourselves and each other is the important thing. It makes me want to think and to create.

Being in that writing habit, that’s the key to your growth. Just read, and push yourself to write. Find inspiration in the writers around you that you love. Read poetry, see how it all fits together, how it feels, how the rhythm flows, where it rhymes and half rhymes, where words sound comfortable together, where they clash deliberately and keep going!

May your writing journey bring you much joy!

P.S. I am dyslexic and dyspraxic. Don’t let anybody tell you learning difficulties have to be a barrier to your joy, they don’t.

[peskypoetry]

When You Feel Like Giving Up

In those moments when the weight of the world seems unbearable, remember, there's always someone ready to share the load. 🌟 Pesky Poet's latest piece reminds us that a simple walk, a shared silence, or just being together can make all the difference. Reach out, and let's walk through it together. #YouAreNotAlone #SupportEachOther

When you feel like giving up,And you just don’t give a fuck,Just look up my number.***You don’t have to talk,We could just go walk,And I’ll be with you.***If you just put me on ramble,I can talk and you can mumble,While saying very little.***So if you need to vent,Or just to hear my end,Call and I’ll be with you. 🚀 Spread the Joy! Sharing a poem can brighten a poet’s world. Let’s light up the…

[very-gay-poet]

This was supposed to be about my fanfic and what themes I wanted to portray but I may have ranted a little lmao (this was written by someone who is late diagnosed)

the only kids at Hogwarts that are diagnosed as neurodivergent/disabled are those who were raised/have close ties to the muggle world so there's tons of kids who just don't know that there's people like them and they aren't a freak/stupid/weird/lazy their brains just operate differently.

Ron having dyslexia but not knowing it/ being undiagnosed while Hermione and Harry are diagnosed with their respective neurodivergence, used to show the difference on how a child who is undiagnosed views themselves and the importance of diagnosing your child if you suspect/ reminding children that they're allowed to talk about things they struggle with and that they should be treated with seriousness when they open up about it, and it not being seen as a "downside", a "weakness" as well as not being seen as a "super power" or that you're "special" (while that can be encouraging to younger kids it needs to be reminded that their disability can disable them and they're not wrong/a burden for asking for help/assistance and shouldn't be expected to never have bad days especially with people with chronic illness where mobility aids are involved and being interchangeable for some people (needing a wheelchair one day but a cane the next). The message being; you are allowed to have some sort of aid, you are allowed to ask for help help, and you sure as hell shouldn't apologize for simply existing in another's space. You are allowed to be there like anyone else.)

[sun-dipped-quill]

Dyslexic

I have dyslexia which really kinda sucks. which really kind of sucks

especially whenever I to try reaparagra..(remember deep breaths)

I have dyslexia… (wrong line)

whenever I try to read or write a single paragraph

so it’s funny that a poet…. (Okay let’s try from the top)

I have dyslexia, which really kinda sucks. Especially so, when I try to read or write a single paragraph, so it’s funny that I ended up a poet.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

surpriiiise!! part 6 of poet!billy & dyslexic!steve

part 1

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In the school library, Steve buries his head in his hands and presses his aching eyes into the meat of his palms to watch the little explosions of colours bloom in the dark.

And maybe relieve the headache pulsing behind his eyes, some.

He feels the eraser end of a pencil dig hard into his side and he jumps, startled, to see the back of Billy as he’s walking down to another table, four spots away.

Such an asshole.

Huffing, he looks down at his paper and there, on top of his English essay about Hamlet’s procrastination, is a folded piece of paper.

He snatches it up quickly, faster than he’s probably ever moved, and holds it down against his lap to unfold it secretly.

More goddamn red ink. His boyfriend knows better than to use it, but…the little red heart in the corner more than makes up for it.

Taking another quick look around, Steve carefully reads the poem.

it’s my mom’s birthday today

and i feel like a kid

crying because i miss her

but on the bright side

you still love me

and that’s the sunniest my mind will get

on these cold winter days

He stares down at it for longer than he should, nearly unblinking, because it’s her birthday today. Billy’s told him about his mom, about the ache he has in his chest for her.

Steve looks up, sees Billy’s furrowed brows as he reads his old copy of ‘Hamlet’ for the second time, and gets up from his seat.

Billy looks up only when Steve’s at the edge of his table, staring down at him, and the blond says nothing - but his eyes are sad and tired and Steve wants to wrap him up in his arms and never let go.

“C’mon,” Steve mutters.

Quiet as a mouse, Billy closes his book and stands. Follows Steve to his table where he clumsily grabs his stuff, and they leave without looking at anyone.

In Steve’s Beamer, where Billy sits in the passenger seat, he cries. And cries. And Steve gathers him into his arms, holds him tight, presses kisses to those golden curls and flushed cheeks as Billy whimpers, ‘miss her so much’ and ‘why’ and ‘thank you’.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” Steve murmurs because that’s all he can speak to.

“Shut up,” Billy whispers shakily, rubs his nose, and Steve smiles.

Slowly, his boyfriend’s sobs quiet into sniffles and when he pulls away, Billy wipes his wet face on the sleeve of his shirt, refusing to meet Steve’s eye.

“Billy,” he whispers, reaching over to smooth his thumb across the soft, damp skin of Billy’s cheekbone, and his boyfriend finally glances over at him.

Steve smiles again, soft and without pity, “You wanna go get her some flowers?”

Billy nods, stiff and sad and Steve wants to protect and love this boy for all of eternity.

They buy white lilies and pink carnations and Billy hides them where Neil won’t find them; on his windowsill in his bedroom, behind the blanket strung up over the blinds.

There, he admires them until they wilt.

[writing-blind22]

MY thoughts: It burns

By: Me (Nick H.B)

[humanconditionpoetry]

A Poem Request

Hello Everyone, I hope this post finds you well!

I have had this poem on my blog for quite a while now, however, someone asked if I could put in plain front. So, Here is the poem in plain front for anybody who wishes to read it and it should be more neurodivergent and Dyslexic friendly!

That said....

This is a little bit of a more mature theme in this poem as it is deals with death/maybe suicide(can be interrupted that way), so that is a trigger warning for you all! Read at your own discretion!

Again, T.W for death and possible suicide interpretation.

[mayaswiterblog]

Memory

This poem was originally posted on Wattpad on 11 July 2015.

I never remembered texts Nor I do nowadays and now The pictures, moves, Colours and rooms All of them I remember clear The posters, the films The appearance of my friends But words and songs I cannot recall without fail I may remember the way How the song goes But how the sentence forms I have no clue, And I muss up the words No speech, no talk Only pictures and eyes

[magicalflowernerd00]

I love sketching, photography and poetry. Summer is arriving in the Uk and I have wrote some new lines 🖊️🌞✨

I have dyslexia and Autism. I will adjust and correct some lines but I just wanted to be so positive with a stressful day and celebrate the return on the sunbeams that highlight the happiness within 🌻🌞☀️ what’s your thoughts on the summer season ( I do like autumn ultimately)

Lou 🥀

[xxstrawberryfeelsxx]

[ericmoonly]

i wanna write poems so bad but im not really good at writing and im dyslexic (my dyslexia is just bad af..) so i dont think its a really good idea.. i mean i wrote like two kinda short poems, but i needed to check everything on internet if i wrote it right and its kinda idk not very poet style?😧

also connor holding plushie connor is so adorable fr.

[peskypoetry]

Dyslexia Is A Blessing Not A Curse

"Feel the life beyond the verse." 🌱 Pesky Poet's new work offers an uplifting view on the gifts of dyslexia. It's about more than the challenges; it's the rich, alternative understanding of language and life it provides. Let's celebrate the depth and diversity of learning differently. #BeyondWords #DyslexiaBlessing

Dyslexia has been a blessing not a curse.It has made me infinitely better not worse.I see the world beyond the words.And feel the life beyond the verse.My language skills are not reversed.And although my spellings look diverse.My knowledge of the language is not inverse. 🚀 Spread the Joy! Sharing a poem can brighten a poet’s world. Let’s light up the poetic universe! ✨ Share this page on…

[crunchy-soup222]

Rant about Neil Perry's d*ath in DPS... **Tw suicide

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Okay, bear with me for this...

Because I am fully aware that Neil and Todd weren't canon no matter how delusional I am... they totally were in love right? But I always see posts on here like "what was Neil thinking?" and "did he even stop to think about how this would affect Todd and the others and blahblahblah" and honestly, that is the point. That is what makes his death so tragic. It is very common for suicide to be viewed as selfish but in that moment you aren't thinking about other people, you're thinking how how much of a burden you are, how much better off everyone else would be without you... (In my personal experience ik that's not the case for everyone)

But in the case of Neil Perry I think he was 100% thinking about the others...

For a moment, let's just hypothetically say that Neil (or both Neil and Todd) had feelings for each other that they never admitted or fully realized. Realistically the two only knew each other for a semester, like four months tops. It would be that painful yet giddy double edged sword of having a crush on your roommate/best friend and not knowing if they reciprocate said feelings back.

The longing looks, the side glances, the butterflies and inside jokes.... The whole shebang!

Soo theoretically speaking... the night of the play when Neil took one last look at Todd/the other Poets from his father's car. Looking out of the window symbolism that I don't want to get into rn but can't stop thinking about He lost all hope. He was being sent away from Welton. He would have been forced to go to military school.

His father would never let him act again- imagine what he would do if he found out Neil had feelings for a boy. It would end badly.

Neil thought he was never going to be able to act or go back to school. In his mind he would never be able to see Todd or the other Poets ever again. And maybe, just maybe that was part of his thoughts before he did it, you know.

The prospect of being ripped away from his friends and love and passion was too much for him to bear and that's why he did it.

Anyways I'm sad now, sorry for that rant.

[n00clear]

Worm

I move through life like I move through the ground. The dirt envelopes me, some, a little, passes through me.

I crawl up into the air, hoping to escape the floods of rain, only to be drowned by it, in the hostile world that is not my home.

Do I feel scared?

Eel

You stare at me through the glass. You see yourself as you gaze at my foreign body. Do you see my flaws or yours first?

[k41tlyn8487]

Plz plz can people interact with

Becuase im so badly shadow banned i have gotten no interaction in 42 days 😭😭😭 and yet on this account my post from ten months ago is still getting likes bro

[writing-blind22]

From a different world...

I am off this world but I do not feel at home here, I wish I wasn't here, I wish I was somewhere else, I see things that aren't here, that are from a different world, I want to go join them...