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Disabled Dreamer

Category: Writing

  • Slip Poem

    I’m afraid I have had a slip. Slipped right over the lip. The lip I built for myself to protect from the worst. I never thought I would need more. Ending up on my back staring at where I just was. I have been here before and will be here again. Climbing back up is…

  • Brain in a Box Poem

    Ah, it is pretty quiet, you know? Being a brain in a box can be cozy. Sure, rarely it can be loud. The beeps and chimes of necessary intervention. That is temporary. The rest of the time, you can hear the world. Living out of a box means less insulation. The quiet parts of the…

  • Looking for a Specific Poem?

    If you cannot find a specific piece, it has been moved to the retired published section! None have been deleted and preserved in their entirety.

  • To Hope Poem

    It was a lot wasn’t it? All you have been through so far. Would you do it over again? Lived out the same trials without change. Or maybe you would navigate issues differently. Logic says you probably would. *** Hope is not always logical. I have had dreams where it is very obviously the end…

  • Serious Dreams Poem

    There is only one way to fight serious demons. You need to come up with serious dreams. Healing fire to counter all that burns. Pressure washing the grime away to expose the cracks. That is where the demons hide after all. They scurry into the darkest place around and take root. Claiming that area as…

  • The Day the Sky Bled Poem

    One day the sky bled. That was all it took. It dripped into her turned up eye. Contaminated by a higher purpose. Driven by a freedom that was never hers. The dull gossip over glasses of red wine no longer enough. Possessed by a life so much bigger than her own. She became more than…

  • A Different Me Poem

    I will always remember that night. The slow drip of the secondary shower head. It had been leaking from the hard water for years. The warm glow of the ceiling light made the water shine in a muted way. I was used to seeing it reflecting the early morning sun through the two frosted windows…

  • Just Ordinary Poem

    I would not mind if you became my ordinary. Not an insult hidden in plain sight. I just could never be tired of you. Never meant you are not special. Common to me is not the same as common to you. There is beauty in the ordinary as well. *** Ordinary is the pink in…

  • 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…

  • 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…