Poems About Disability Seeking Honest Critique
#disability
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 2:46pm
14th Aug 2024 2:46pm
Grime
Much like everything in life
I overthought it
the state of that kitchen window
the way this body would need
to extend through its current state
to reach the top
to scrub the dirt
to squeegee panes
and all damn year
I’ve looked out at the yard
through rain stained glass
knowing I could fix it
but not giving a single shit
because I haven’t.
I haven’t given a fuck.
I’ve felt destroyed
and I’ve stuck bandaids
over busted pipes in the hope
it would stop the flood ...
I overthought it
the state of that kitchen window
the way this body would need
to extend through its current state
to reach the top
to scrub the dirt
to squeegee panes
and all damn year
I’ve looked out at the yard
through rain stained glass
knowing I could fix it
but not giving a single shit
because I haven’t.
I haven’t given a fuck.
I’ve felt destroyed
and I’ve stuck bandaids
over busted pipes in the hope
it would stop the flood ...
#confessional
#depression
#grief
#myself
#disability
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 11:52pm
24th Jul 2024 11:52pm
Baby Mine is still the saddest song in Dumbo
when I was a kid,
I had a rock tumbler
I’d pack it with beach stones
listening to the thing whir and crunch
for a month until I excitedly
unscrewed the cap
sieving off the thick granite slurry
to reveal my polished agates.
I kinda feel like my spine makes
the same noise these days
every morning it cracks
like a mother fucking glow stick
that refuses to actually glow
every morning I sit in the shower
washing off sweat and sleep ...
I had a rock tumbler
I’d pack it with beach stones
listening to the thing whir and crunch
for a month until I excitedly
unscrewed the cap
sieving off the thick granite slurry
to reveal my polished agates.
I kinda feel like my spine makes
the same noise these days
every morning it cracks
like a mother fucking glow stick
that refuses to actually glow
every morning I sit in the shower
washing off sweat and sleep ...
#LifeStruggles
#motherhood
#nature
#suffering
#disability
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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
188 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 8:38am
20th Jun 2024 8:38am
Comfort In Sound
lately, I’ve been
having this thought
that I rattle when I walk
jangle limbed
a spine like old church bells
in splintering rafters
teeth grinding
a folk instrument
in my mouth
as I take white pills,
drumming my stomach
in rolling rhythms.
This back is percussion,
you should hear it crashing
a morning’s cymbal
over and over
this symphony of pain—
music
endlessly
repeats
having this thought
that I rattle when I walk
jangle limbed
a spine like old church bells
in splintering rafters
teeth grinding
a folk instrument
in my mouth
as I take white pills,
drumming my stomach
in rolling rhythms.
This back is percussion,
you should hear it crashing
a morning’s cymbal
over and over
this symphony of pain—
music
endlessly
repeats
#disability
#illness
#morning
#music
#SelfReflection
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 11:42am
10th Jun 2024 11:42am
Tea on a coffee table
and what I mean
by it’s not you, it’s me
is every minute
tangles cold bedsheets
forming an impossible
white noose
what I mean
by I crave more time
is I quietly stare
into breakfast’s blue jug
seeing only a spectre
of your face
what I mean
by I wanna be yours
is I imagine what
the living must be like—
that peace of falling asleep
waking exactly where you are
by it’s not you, it’s me
is every minute
tangles cold bedsheets
forming an impossible
white noose
what I mean
by I crave more time
is I quietly stare
into breakfast’s blue jug
seeing only a spectre
of your face
what I mean
by I wanna be yours
is I imagine what
the living must be like—
that peace of falling asleep
waking exactly where you are
#SelfReflection
#dialogue
#disability #LifeStruggles
#disability #LifeStruggles
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 6:25pm
9th Jun 2024 6:25pm
Bomb Damage
Don’t get us wrong
it’s not the pity we’re interested in,
never the eyes that gaze downwards
wondering how the legs work below
the out of whack plumbing
don’t pick us up
as the notch in your belt buckle
for your yearly dose of weird,
the memorable fetish fuck
to satisfy a ballpoint tick
on a scoresheet only you
are keeping
for the record
it’s not so much the throwing about
that shakes our proverbial shit—
we’ve spent all year
being lifted from chair to bed
but it’s when we’re there...
it’s not the pity we’re interested in,
never the eyes that gaze downwards
wondering how the legs work below
the out of whack plumbing
don’t pick us up
as the notch in your belt buckle
for your yearly dose of weird,
the memorable fetish fuck
to satisfy a ballpoint tick
on a scoresheet only you
are keeping
for the record
it’s not so much the throwing about
that shakes our proverbial shit—
we’ve spent all year
being lifted from chair to bed
but it’s when we’re there...
#disability
#sex
#uplifting #women
#uplifting #women
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 9:17am
22nd May 2024 9:17am
On jackpots, and staying lucky
Years ago
they used to hide fivers
wrapped up in cellophane
in bags of Walker’s crisps
I remember
winning the game one time
opening that foil bag
and finding money in there
nestled awkwardly amongst
the salt and vinegar
how it felt like scoring the lottery
despite barely being enough
to buy anything at all.
I didn’t even take the cash out
of its plastic overcoat for a month. ...
they used to hide fivers
wrapped up in cellophane
in bags of Walker’s crisps
I remember
winning the game one time
opening that foil bag
and finding money in there
nestled awkwardly amongst
the salt and vinegar
how it felt like scoring the lottery
despite barely being enough
to buy anything at all.
I didn’t even take the cash out
of its plastic overcoat for a month. ...
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#vulnerability
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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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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
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