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Disabled Dreamer

Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Pumpkins Poem

    In the chance you give me a pumpkin, know that you give me so much more. You have given me a treasure chest. Of course every pumpkin is full of fibers, pulp and seeds. Those are valuable but not the point I am trying to make. You would have given me a container of so…

  • Technology Problems Poem

    Many people are scared of technology. From violent robots to scheming AI. That might happen eventually but not right now. I don’t have a crystal ball but there is friction that happens now. A kind I do not have to wait decades to experience. One that happens almost every day. *** I have gazed into…

  • A Demonic Sighting 1

    In the theme of it being almost Halloween, I thought I would recount one of the scariest encounters from my life. Now, a lot of people have claimed to see stuff in life. Some are liars and others misjudge the situation and confuse phenomenon with the paranormal. I can assure you that this time is…

  • Fickle Poem

    I wish I was not so fickle. Attention a razor thin line I use like a blade. Carving out a path immediately before me. But there are times when it becomes so thin it disappears. Then I am left to wander alone or find a different path. Trying to make up for the difference of…

  • Laughter Poem

    A party of absurdity. Every guest a clown to the other. Your laughter makes me laugh. Until I can no longer breathe. Tears streaming down my face. Absurdity in reaction to the absurd. *** Does not matter if the absurdity is made from the good or bad. The reaction is always the same. Shock that…

  • Lit Match Poem

    I am trapped. Body bound in webs. Unable to move forward or go back. I cannot live here forever. The future would mean nothing but a slow death. Left to rot in the dark. *** In my shaking hands I hold a lit match. It could burn away my binds. Free me entirely. Banishing the…

  • Important Poem

    My heart bleeds. For they do not recognize what is important to me. History unknown out of ignorance. They do not know what makes me myself. Other priorities higher on the list. An afterthought. *** My mind cries. For I do not always recognize what is important to me. Content to mask it behind unimportance.…

  • Hot Tea Poem

    Medicine has its uses. Heals the broken and mends the body. Returning you to a better state. The only problem is that medicine is terribly bitter. An insult to the senses in addition to the pain. Reminding of a horrible situation. *** Hot tea also has its uses. A sweet flavor on the tongue. Transporting…

  • Better Poem

    I feel better. No, that ache is not gone yet. It still takes residence deep in my bones. It is just not neighbors with my heart anymore. It lives somewhere else less vital. Where I can breathe still. *** I feel better. No, the source of the stress is not gone. It is muted. Silenced…

  • Distance Poem

    Space between is a funny thing. Relative to the second degree. Brain and heart coming to consensus. Both equally confounded. Often unequal in intensity. Vying for attention at all times. *** Sometimes they do match up. The addition of a single wall an exponential increase in distance. Even if still within earshot feeling miles away.…