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Disabled Dreamer

Category: Writing

  • Of the Other Side Poem

    I crave you like whale song. You speak to me of something more. Where I could not live. Where I could not follow. The idea of you hand in hand with the unknown. Like sneaking out in the middle of the night to stargaze. Almost anything could exist in the dark. Your very being is…

  • Tools, Dreams, and Other Things

    Humans are great at creating tools. Digging themselves into and out of problems. Every single one carries a great bag. Some work and some don’t. Those that function and those that are broken. Carried around as a memento to past issues solved. A personal trophy just for you to look at. Maybe it is not…

  • 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…