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Disabled Dreamer

Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Success Steps Poem

    Twelve months of perspective unfolded to observe. Eleven changes to ponder just for myself. Ten wishes to think of during the daylight hours when stars are away. Nine favorite moments that make me who I am. Eight struggles that shape the edges of my character. Seven days a week to keep up a regular habit.…

  • Kinda Bold Poem

    I have always been kind of bold. Never the loudest voice but always the first to speak. Never the most confident, But ready to make a decision at a moments notice. Following through to the very end. The consequences may come. *** I have always been kind of bold. Replicating those I admire. Taking on…

  • In The Glow Poem

    I still remember those old times. Before memory was fully crystallized. Kept liquid under the glow of a single reading light. How bored I was then. Even as I was taken to different worlds. I am not sure I would have gone on my own. *** I was carried there. Borne by the words of…

  • Announcement Time

    It is time to meet the accumulation of my work over the last year. Meet “Fragments of a Dreaming Mind”, a collection of edited poetry organized into book form. A little under 300 of my creative writing pieces with many of which will be familiar to the people that read here often. My usual themes…

  • I Can Make It Poem

    My soul outpaces my body. Seeing a future I have yet to reach. Echoing in whispers I say to myself. Those colors of confidence are so close to that of pride. But I don’t mind. *** They are are as fragile as an eggshell. Broken just as quickly. But anything thrown fast enough can become…

  • Find Peace Poem

    Peace never left. It only changed locations. Moving from place to place like a leapfrog. Fleeting beauty the afterimage. As intangible as the twilight blue before night It is difficult to keep it in sight. *** I have faith that you will find peace again. People have always been good with creating tools to help.…

  • Rose Gold Poem

    My heart is soft. Pulling apart at the smallest pry. As sensitive as the petals of a flower. Bruising but not breaking. It still has the chance to heal. *** What it is made of is the essence of rose gold. A more natural hue than blinding gold. Soft but stronger than what might be…

  • Road Fog Poem

    I walk alone in the dark. The world continues on. Lit up in the red and white of taillights. I feel the harsh heat and stench of cars I carefully pass behind. I have to reach where I am going too. I have a home as well. *** My eyes fall to the road and…

  • The Answer Poem

    I hear your call. Offered beauty. No, a rose on a tombstone. You feared that you might dry alone and return to the earth. But your value is more important to me. You are not fated to rot in the rain. *** You offered me a garden. Let me make you mine. A keepsake pressed…

  • In The Calm Poem

    She is there in the calm. I wish you could meet her. A location that never stays in one place for very long. Somewhere separate from excitement and misery. Often locked away in a dream. But if you look carefully and asked politely, might be borrowed for a time. *** She is so beautiful. Uniquely…