Poems About Disability Seeking Honest Critique
#disability
Northern_Soul
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
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
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
200 reads
4 Comments
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
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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17 Comments
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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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 00:49am
21st Feb 2024 00:49am
HALF WAY THERE (II)-(2nd, revised draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
down to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed out over the seemingly endless
vast wide open gulf s horizon
and thought to myself
halfway there
down to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed out over the seemingly endless
vast wide open gulf s horizon
and thought to myself
halfway there
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
16th Feb 2024 7:39pm
The Ballad Of No-Man Pam
Let me start by saying
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
I liked her.
It was as simple as that.
There were billions of people in the world,
and I liked maybe five,
but she was one—
complex and undignified,
farted with meaning in her beat-up car,
as the fog rolled in
and you were never entirely sure
where menthol vape met air biscuit.
We swam once a week together,
poured ourselves into awkward Lycra
and willed each other towards water.
Shy of babysitters, her...
#motherhood
#friendship
#water
#disability
#Autism
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8 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Dec 2023 2:44pm
13th Dec 2023 2:44pm
The Stutterer and the Blind Man
Mr. Walters is speaking to Mr. Forbes and he is stuttering.
Mr. Forbes is blind, so he relies much on his hearing.
He cannot clearly hear what Mr. Walters is saying.
“Is someone talking to me?” Mr. Forbes asked.
Someone who is standing nearby replies, “Yes, sir.”
“What is he speaking, Spanish or French?” He asked.
Mr. Forbes is blind, so he relies much on his hearing.
He cannot clearly hear what Mr. Walters is saying.
“Is someone talking to me?” Mr. Forbes asked.
Someone who is standing nearby replies, “Yes, sir.”
“What is he speaking, Spanish or French?” He asked.
#men
#funny
#disability
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A_Conduit
Poem Published
5th Oct 2023 1:14pm
5th Oct 2023 1:14pm
A Crippled Depressive Left To Fester In Solitude
A Crippled Depressive Left to Fester In Solitude
The Mind Grows ripe
All of it goes in one ear and out the other
After all
There is nothing more interesting in passing the time
Than the notion itself
Especially when it's pace slows
And it's presence becomes all too noticeable
An uncanny burden is the mind which counts it's heart
As if it were an old clock
Desperate to shut it up
Irritant like the buzzing of a fly
Now is the time to drown out the world ...
The Mind Grows ripe
All of it goes in one ear and out the other
After all
There is nothing more interesting in passing the time
Than the notion itself
Especially when it's pace slows
And it's presence becomes all too noticeable
An uncanny burden is the mind which counts it's heart
As if it were an old clock
Desperate to shut it up
Irritant like the buzzing of a fly
Now is the time to drown out the world ...
#depression
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#freedom
#disability
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