Poems About Disability Seeking Honest Critique
#disability
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Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 00:41am
20th Nov 2024 00:41am
you have to laugh
even as I face my own terror
I see the humour in it
isn’t easy to walk down the street with a head
full of panic
and this pair of knees
I see the humour in it
isn’t easy to walk down the street with a head
full of panic
and this pair of knees
#disability
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
HALFWAY THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
halfway there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
halfway there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 3:38am
16th Oct 2024 3:38am
the net and hordes
you are new to me no matter the length of stay
come forth from the darkness and announce who you are
there is a familiararity...a pattern I cannot name
you leave and erase and come back again
your depths reaches out to me
you think I am to judge?
simply put I was born different
struggling with terribly crippling anxiety
alone and heavily medicated
torurtuous lot I've fallen in with
isn't it enough I march?
picking myself up
when you fail to see
what me in my...
come forth from the darkness and announce who you are
there is a familiararity...a pattern I cannot name
you leave and erase and come back again
your depths reaches out to me
you think I am to judge?
simply put I was born different
struggling with terribly crippling anxiety
alone and heavily medicated
torurtuous lot I've fallen in with
isn't it enough I march?
picking myself up
when you fail to see
what me in my...
#anger
#disability
#frustration
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Sappho
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 9:18am
13th Sep 2024 9:18am
Metamorphoses
The transformation from a
Walking to a wheeling person
Opened the gate to a
Dark night of the soul
How I missed dancing
Playing volleyball
Riding my bike and
Roaming the woods!
Shame swallowed me
Self-pity drowned me in tears
Self-hatred got the best of me
Failure threw me into an abyss
Looking into the mirror
I saw a weak disabled body
Craving desperately my attention
Merciless I turned away
When I was at my lowest
An angel in the shape of a man
Stepped into my life and...
Walking to a wheeling person
Opened the gate to a
Dark night of the soul
How I missed dancing
Playing volleyball
Riding my bike and
Roaming the woods!
Shame swallowed me
Self-pity drowned me in tears
Self-hatred got the best of me
Failure threw me into an abyss
Looking into the mirror
I saw a weak disabled body
Craving desperately my attention
Merciless I turned away
When I was at my lowest
An angel in the shape of a man
Stepped into my life and...
#disability
#illness
#vulnerability
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 7:05am
4th Sep 2024 7:05am
Caustic Authenticity
Can’t pretend to be autistic
I just am
This abnormality is caustic
Don’t you fret
It’s not contagious
Why tolerate
When you can isolate
It’s way better
Inclusion is just a
R I
T N
S G
of letters
I just am
This abnormality is caustic
Don’t you fret
It’s not contagious
Why tolerate
When you can isolate
It’s way better
Inclusion is just a
R I
T N
S G
of letters
#Autism
#disability
#identity #MentalHealth
#identity #MentalHealth
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 5:14am
27th Aug 2024 5:14am
DARK DESERT HIGH NOON (around 1988-(?); in my tiny garage apartment; Leucadia, California)
how many more tiny rooms
must i move to and live in
before i can move and live no more
how many more small rooms
boxes
and cramped dusty spaces
await to further contain me ahead
like these bits of residual dust from my past
still trapped inside all these cardboard moving boxes stacked up unopened in a tight corner behind me which hold so many scattered good memories artifacts broken kept pieces ...
must i move to and live in
before i can move and live no more
how many more small rooms
boxes
and cramped dusty spaces
await to further contain me ahead
like these bits of residual dust from my past
still trapped inside all these cardboard moving boxes stacked up unopened in a tight corner behind me which hold so many scattered good memories artifacts broken kept pieces ...
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#insomnia
#PTSD
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 5:25am
21st Jul 2024 5:25am
EXCEPT FOR THIS SONG THE CRICKETS SING (Jamaica Beach beach house, 10-6-1991; 1st poem I wrote after moving back to TX)
well here i am
returned again
back to the state
i was born in
back home
on my very first night
here in my
tiny little
funky studio apartment
directly beneath my brother s
beach house
which will hopefully only be
my temporary
though at this point
even that remains
profoundly uncertain
to either see or say
present new island abode
after moving back here
to the far west end
of historic galveston island
texas
after living the last ten years
of my life
way out in beautiful ...
returned again
back to the state
i was born in
back home
on my very first night
here in my
tiny little
funky studio apartment
directly beneath my brother s
beach house
which will hopefully only be
my temporary
though at this point
even that remains
profoundly uncertain
to either see or say
present new island abode
after moving back here
to the far west end
of historic galveston island
texas
after living the last ten years
of my life
way out in beautiful ...
#death
#disability
#illness
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 00:21am
21st Jun 2024 00:21am
A Tribute to the Female Amputee
#crush
#disability
#erotic
#sexy
#women
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
14th Apr 2024 00:15am
FALLING EVER FURTHER MORE DEEPLY AWAY (12-13-1995, 3:36a.m., Galveston Island, Texas)
i stay up all night at times
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking ...
perhaps to steal back time
that i feel is being stolen away from me
i stay up in my head
keeping watch from my inner battlements
looking for the shadow of death
breathlessly lurking all about me here
across and throughout each long night
concealed in invisible layers of so much
mysterious deadly craftiness
stealthily stealing ever closer to me
all the time day and night
it knows i watch in wait for it
as even here now
i listen for the clacking ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#illness
#PTSD
#disability
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
12th Apr 2024 1:06am
TIME FLIES AS DO I (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)
it seems
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
the later i stay up
each night
the faster time
flys by
insomnia slings me
again and again
centrifugally
like a nocturnal throw of the dice
through a lopsided
elliptical orbit
increasingly further
around and beyond
all common sense and logic
beyond sleep s central
restorative processing experience
into the alchemical digestive enzymes
of tomorrow morning s
now fast approaching
first light
as i sail through these dark slippery...
#spiritual
#insomnia
#healing
#disability
#cancer
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 00:57am
9th Apr 2024 00:57am
PORCH CHIMES THINKING (4-3-1990; North Park, San Diego, California)
i listen to the porch chimes clinking
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
as a hearty spring wind plays them today
warm and steady
the wind massages everything
as the sun s heat
increases the circulation in all of life around me
stimulating animation in birds bugs and leaves
yet here i sit on couch in shade
perpetually ill for so long now it seems
obsessed with my gradually
ever increasingly fading away
too weak to bear the touch of sun these days
i sit here in fever in fear
sixth day
persistently unravelling ever further still
with all my incessant...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#disability
#cancer
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 5:08am
21st Feb 2024 5:08am
HALFWAY THERE (III) (2nd longer revision of original poem; 1-29-1997, East jetty of Flagship Hotel Pier, Galveston, TX)
i took a trolly
down to the beach
at the end of it s line
walked out to
the end of a jetty
looked out over
this vast gulf of mexicos
seemingly endless horizon
and longingly
thought to myself
with a heavy inner sigh
of momentary hopeful relief
from what little s now left of me
here at this point
of my life s present
long challenging
ongoing...
down to the beach
at the end of it s line
walked out to
the end of a jetty
looked out over
this vast gulf of mexicos
seemingly endless horizon
and longingly
thought to myself
with a heavy inner sigh
of momentary hopeful relief
from what little s now left of me
here at this point
of my life s present
long challenging
ongoing...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
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