Long Poems About Disability
#disability
Mrd
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 3:30am
26th Apr 2025 3:30am
dreaming of mother
it did not happen that way
or I would have remembered it so
you were always so fond of the lie
which put toe into truth, cold truth,
and fashioned straw snowmen
which didn't exist
can you not rip that memory
from that cardboard covered thing
you recorded all those shall we say
delusions? No one wished to kill
you as you slept so why the mawkish dummies that you made
of clothing beneath the spread--they
would have fooled no one
as you sought trembling sleep ...
or I would have remembered it so
you were always so fond of the lie
which put toe into truth, cold truth,
and fashioned straw snowmen
which didn't exist
can you not rip that memory
from that cardboard covered thing
you recorded all those shall we say
delusions? No one wished to kill
you as you slept so why the mawkish dummies that you made
of clothing beneath the spread--they
would have fooled no one
as you sought trembling sleep ...
#addiction
#anxiety
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
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Mrd
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 00:47am
26th Apr 2025 00:47am
Lost in Translation
Mr Yang on the other side
of the curtain speaks no English
but the nurses and aides still try
Do you know where you are, one asks, to which Mr Yang replies,
"$%#4&^^!" The nurse doubles down, slowly and loudly enough to drown out CNN (which I count as a blessing)
DOOO YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOW
WHERRRRE YOUUUU ARRREE???
to which I add beneath my breath, "In the grand scheme of things..."
@@@##@#$#$##$%<=, he says equally slowly, as loudly as his...
of the curtain speaks no English
but the nurses and aides still try
Do you know where you are, one asks, to which Mr Yang replies,
"$%#4&^^!" The nurse doubles down, slowly and loudly enough to drown out CNN (which I count as a blessing)
DOOO YOOOOUUUU KNOOOOW
WHERRRRE YOUUUU ARRREE???
to which I add beneath my breath, "In the grand scheme of things..."
@@@##@#$#$##$%<=, he says equally slowly, as loudly as his...
#disability
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#vulnerability
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Mrd
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 6:52am
2nd Apr 2025 6:52am
Penultimate
1/30
Penultimate
this is my penultimate day
my next-to-last
and this poem is wriggling
into existence
one index finger stab
at a time
the mule
aka mobility scooter
this iron beast of burden
is now rouged fire-engine red
with fully charged battery
soon to be loaded
all bulging
like a fat sausage
left in the microwave
too long
my life stuffed
in a sack of camo-skin
strapped in with bungee
...
Penultimate
this is my penultimate day
my next-to-last
and this poem is wriggling
into existence
one index finger stab
at a time
the mule
aka mobility scooter
this iron beast of burden
is now rouged fire-engine red
with fully charged battery
soon to be loaded
all bulging
like a fat sausage
left in the microwave
too long
my life stuffed
in a sack of camo-skin
strapped in with bungee
...
#anxiety
#disability
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:09am
14th Feb 2025 5:09am
Phallus Aforethought
Am I the only one who thinks it odd
that in all the annals of creation
there was once some strange craftsmanship from god
of darts incarnate by blood elation
and that love depends on circulation
of cocktail ingredients from parts...
in... genitourinary station...
subservient to all pulse pounding hearts
ever to find themselves a slave to love
and by such a bond seek the pleasure
thricely as thrilling as some god above
all of the other loves that we treasure...
and thus the links twixt love and...
that in all the annals of creation
there was once some strange craftsmanship from god
of darts incarnate by blood elation
and that love depends on circulation
of cocktail ingredients from parts...
in... genitourinary station...
subservient to all pulse pounding hearts
ever to find themselves a slave to love
and by such a bond seek the pleasure
thricely as thrilling as some god above
all of the other loves that we treasure...
and thus the links twixt love and...
#cancer
#depression
#disability
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2 Comments
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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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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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 10:36am
7th Jul 2024 10:36am
Debilitated
I've been disabled for a long time now. Since I was 23 years old. The social security people knew something was wrong when I was going to the psych ward multiple times in a row all due to losing a guy who wasn't worth a damn.
The doctor at the hospital diagnosed me with schizoaffective disorder in 2016 and about 2 or 3 other things. I was finally being able to put a name to my issues although at the time, I didn't really know what it all meant. I just know I felt like a cause no longer worth fighting for.
Even before I became disabled, jobs never came easily to...
The doctor at the hospital diagnosed me with schizoaffective disorder in 2016 and about 2 or 3 other things. I was finally being able to put a name to my issues although at the time, I didn't really know what it all meant. I just know I felt like a cause no longer worth fighting for.
Even before I became disabled, jobs never came easily to...
#disability
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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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Mrd
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 6:33pm
28th Mar 2024 6:33pm
Other Than That, Missus Lincoln
I got to sleep
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
finally at 5 a.m.
forgot to turn off the phone
and case manager called at 9:55
about my protein order
which is months late bc
I or somebody forgot to--
no, they had left a msg
on my whatchacallit
voice mail
and I never answer
unknown numbers or voice mail
bc they always want money
and I am already tapped out,
giving to Katie Porter--who lost-- ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #disability
#PTSD #disability
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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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