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Disabled Dreamer

Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • When The Pain Comes Poem

    I know that the day is inevitable. The day that it will never leave me again. A shadow until the final curtain close. I am not ready for the rose throw. Instead I cut my fingers on the thorns now. Paying anguish for a fate not passing just yet. *** It hurts and I cannot…

  • Energy Poem

    If you know where that blessed spring lies, please tell me. I seem to have lost my map. Thrown out with the dreams of yesterday and spent desires. Treasure fallen among garbage. Object that I cannot live without. Missing from its space next to new beginnings and behind my ribcage. *** I cannot tell you…

  • Consequences Poem

    What am I running from? It could be my own actions. An accident or misjudgment. A spin out on the black ice called life. Trying to flee before the police show up. Action with a direct reaction. *** I have had dreams of getting into a car crash even though I have never driven one.…

  • Run Away Poem

    I think I want to run away. Leave it all behind. Become one with the wind that blows through and past. Over that distant ridge I spy almost out of sight. My mind can already see the path I would take with the cool breeze at my back. In fact, I feel like I could…

  • Sickness Poem

    I miss the days of brightly colored concern. Balloons in all shapes and colors used to bring cheer. Flowers placed in ornate crystal vases to liven up the room. Stuffed animals and teddy bears to clean to when you can barely hang on. A different kind of light that comes from other people. Love and…

  • The Artist And The Challenger Dream

    There exists a world very much like our own but overrun with monsters. Ever horror and danger that the mind can come up with lurks in the wild. From giant animals to creatures capable of rending sanity from the mind entirely. These beasts are not unchecked entirely however. A group of people that have trained…

  • Vandalism Poem

    My house has been vandalism. A kind of graffiti that sticks out to the eye. Maybe sharp like a rock in the bottom of a shoe. Or just static noise that fades into the background. But it is not the kind of graffiti that a person is used to. There was no spray paint or…

  • Blank Pages Poem

    Before me sits a book. Its pages are completely blank but say a lot. A vicious echo of both what is and what might be. I could try to fill in the pages myself but the book never seems to end. Screaming at me over my failure to never fill in until the last page.…

  • A Demonic Encounter 2

    The second and last paranormal encounter I have ever had was only a few years ago. It was less outright aggressive but no less scary. The day was much like this one. Getting dark early in the evenings. I was sitting at my computer playing Minecraft. Content and at peace. Very relaxed day up until…

  • Another Health Journey

    Well here we are again. I was hoping to at least make it a year before I needed medical help again. Apparently it was not in the cards. It started a little over a month ago. Right after a stressful event I started having body aches and a constant headache. I attributed it all to…