Disease
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Cloudburst, downpour let it touch down, top down.
Make tears of the clouds wash off negativity till infinity.
Flush away diseases in the life's systems.
Let it fall top downpour vaccine, ignite the machine.
Staring from the window of my home,
I noticed the sky becoming monochrome.
The cloud's curdled in sky's meadow set,
Dangle and are drawn in descend drops of rain which cling to the leaves of plant making it wet.
Staring from the window of my home,
I noticed the sky becoming monochrome.
The cloud's curdled in sky's meadow set,
Dangle and are drawn in descend drops of rain which cling to the leaves of plant making it wet.
if five minutes where dem
last five minutes of my life
if i died
in five minutes
i would
kiss my kid
hold on to my wife i'd
call my mom
forever
forever
I had a red-eye from the kick and start pills I used,
coupled with a red hot bonner.
It was half past six and I had gone 6 rounds,
lubricants from my last condom drained out.
pastel colors brush the sky
as water color memories fall on my cheeks
the sun sets on all things
even dreams
i must wake and realize
i am sick
i am dying
i have to leave
breathe.
In empty space, we’re forced to roam
The vessel’s engine a high pitched shrill
In search of that which resembles home
As complex as the human genome
One word
SEAL
What does that mean to you?
To me
SEAL
It stands for
SErious
Exceptional
Astounding
Love
for Humanity.
A true seal
Is ready to lay down his life
One word
SEAL
What does that mean to you?
To me
SEAL
It stands for
SErious
Exceptional
Astounding
Love
for Humanity.
A true seal
Is ready to lay down his life
Perhaps we fall in love to easy
Perhaps it's just a disease
maybe Believing what we want to believe
Just to be at peace
Trapped us in our mentalities
Give me my inhaler
in my asthma attack.
Set me free, jailer
I want my breath back.
Air can't come in,
my lungs won't let it.
Time is wearing thin,
in this deep, dark pit.
leave no trace
hear the chest rise and fall
the laugh echoing underneath the soles of feet
camouflaging as pulses and hiding as dust
Dear Death, It's me again. I know we talk a lot these days. I'm back to ask the same thing as always. Please don't take her from me. She's so young. She's so kind and sweet. She's talented and ambitious And so very strong. But she can't ke
Sitting in the coffee shop
Where once we’d smile
My heart did a little hop
I saw her for the first time in a while
My hands were shaking
Abigail SullivanPart 1: A Letter to Cerebral Ameloid Angiopathy.
Out of nowhere, you chose my dad as a potential victim to interrogate.
It’s so cold here,
I feel like it’s ice,
This weight that’s bearing down,
It’s fast and precise.
I know that look
in your eye.
That you want to cry,
that you’re scared to die.
But have no fear, Dear.
Do you know why?
All your troubles will pass by,
I promise you that is no lie.
in autumn i think of you.
the way a leaf browns,
curls up, and floats along wind,
rustle becoming tremor becoming fall—
To my ex:
I let you put me in that dark little corner
and just above me hung
a mobile of bones --
it drew the breath straight from my lungs.
Silent whispers slithered in and out my ears,
I look not ill
But diseased I am,
Said the physician.
Struggling to comprehend
His vague words
I inquire his meaning.
Complex names to
Complex illnesses
Enter one ear
When I was 5 I learned what real tears were
My dad held my mom, her cheeks beating and tears streaming
As an adolescent I couldn't tell what this fear was for
How can I explain how I’m feeling?
How can I say to you that I’m going insane?
How can I speak of my desires?
When your desire is for me to be a liar?
How can I chill?
When all I have in my soul is fire?
Depression is not eating for days.
Depression is greasy, unbrushed hair.
Depression is laying on the couch for hours, crying, fighting an internal battle to get up and do something.
An outbreak of an illness may cause several people harm to
those who surround the infected. The case
began with students on a campus who visited the informatory
at the same time, as these students suspected
My father loved a lot of girls
He has the kindest heart
But he fell in love with a certain girl
Who tore his life apart
She went by many names
I liked not a single one
The world I live in grows dimmer each dayOver time my sight just fades awayAs blindness moves in I take a step backKnowing that darkness is on the attackBut will it be so bad to live like this
The morning I grew sober was like none other before.
One day the snow was heavy, and the next my worries had ceased.
I was a new man: outspoken instead of quiet, kind instead of moody.
Please don’t make fun of me
When I say I’m a vegan
Because you say you love Fluffy
You are dying so I LIVE, breathe
Alpha 1 antitrypsin deficiency
It has a fancy name
But I just call it
K
I
L
L
weary is just not the word
I am inside another Friday night
and trudging through an anger at myself that only I can understand
all of these weeks, making myself sicker because of my own stupidity
My disease is a giant puzzle.
A garden puzzle,
containing varying shades of green,
some specs of pink and blue.
I have a few pieces;
some are part of the big picture,
others are completely irrelevant.
You are a disease
Infesting the corners of my mind
Rotting my perception of others
Lingering in the darkest places
Tell me,
What do you see as the end of the world?
Will we cook ourselves in the toxins we've unleashed into the air?
Will we poison our food and water with fuel spills?
Will we kill ourselves in war?
I must say that love is a disease
it can bring us to our highest so fast
but destroy us all with ease
And after that, not even a second do we last
It's labored breathing and breaking heartsIt's not know where tostart with goodbyesIt's teardrops and achy chestsIt's losing the only reasonyou had left.It's sick daysand sick leaves
Poetry cannot be taught, nor beauty be described
Neither can you see in me something that defined
The colors of my skin.
Scars are tattoos in many ways - permanent and painful.
Blood drips from murderous assaults
Onto the rich soil of the earth
Its crimson essence cries to all
That Life will no longer give birth
I've tried so hard to silence the silenceI've waited so long and haven't seem much but little ripples in the darknessI'm not satisfiedI'm not OK with what I've been taught to think is real.
Diseases are taking overAnd sicknesses have prevailedIn this chemical world of oursMan playing God has failed.And it's not just the pills we takeBut the chemicals in our stuff
I think I might have just been
born of a disease.
A disease where slowly my
flesh peels away
at the slightest remarks.
Where my eyes become to full
and my heart become to weak
My mother and I walked around outside before her death.
She smelled of industrial waste.
But I tell myself she smelled like flowers, anyways.
---
I was seven years old when it happened
Wondering what I did to deserve this?
How could a kid like me live with this disease?
Walking into the clinic ready to give up,
All they wanted was for me to give them blood.
It was once like Ebola
A fear of instant death
It changed our lives forever
The thought of it makes us shiver
Some still fear the name
Others fear the shame
We call it AIDS
I keep blocking it out
Tying not to hear it
Can't face the truth
Can't bear to stand it
Trying to stay strong
But it's so hard to do
Because I can't help but hurt
At ten years old,
Little did I know that a hospice was a place to die.
It sounded like hospital.
Just take off the a, the l, the t,
And tack on an extra c and e.
I thought it was another place to get better,
I am silent
I am mysterious
Sometimes you can't even find me, but when you do
I scare you!
You try to get rid of me and sometimes I fade away
But what's gone at this time can always come another day
They say everyone has a testimony, and a story that will break your heart. My little sister had cancer. Her hair would fall out and she was weak, so fragile that it was hard for her to walk. I couldn't understand at first why God had chosen her.
as if the bruises from my self conscious's grip weren't enough of a reminder of these
Attack.
So much ferocity in one word.
Attack.
It usually means war.
Attack.
Would you do it in your own home?
No.
You attack the enemy.
The intruder.
You don't attack your friend.
What will I tell my children
15 years from now?
My brave 8 year old boy and his sweet 5 year old sister?
"Why mommy, is daddy away all the time?" They ask:
"Because he is catching the bad guys"
Struggling constantly
Through this relentless fight
This battle won't kill me
I will climb past this height
I'm scared of the outcome
I fight to overcome it
My heart beats like a drum
Head held high I walk through the halls, I am who I am.
Tired but proud, in this place I am small, I am who I am.
Monitors beep while sick children sleep, I listen carefully.
If I had the chance, I would take a stance.
Make myself be heard, find a cure.
The numbers are soaring, parents are mourning.
Lives are impacted each day.
But you see,
no ear will hear,
A disease,
That no ones knows,
But it stings like bees,
Yet still no one sees.
My father,
Has this curse,
He looks at his daughter,
She knows it hurts.
Your soft tiny hands,
Your soft tiny feet,
Your cute baby face,
No one can ever compete.
Those cute tears that rolls down
What has this world become?
There are just so many things they stay away from.
All of these v i r u s e s s p r e a d i ng
Eternity...
Eternity, means forever
forever greatful will I be
greatful I am for this life given
this life given is one that has been borrowed
borrowed from your radient golden rays of sunshine
Content is a disease that kills
human ambition.
It keeps the questioning man,
question less.
It keeps the curious man,
curious less.
Voices and ventilators echo,
Through suffocating hallways,
As I walk in a long beige coat,
My hair a shoddy bun.
Skin transparent,
Veins blue,
Blood burning,
Clawing to my center,
This is for the man on the corner of First and Dunn
with a sign that breaks hearts and makes everybody run
home to their heaters and high-tech computers
I write to release the anger and anguish of a childhood lost. I write to tell the story of becoming a mother and father to a baby brother at the age of thirteen.
All the radiation, chemo, and every pill,
Through your smile shined such strong will.
It gets harder to breathe every breath of air.
You skin goes pale, and slowly starting to lose your hair.
I feel my toes go numb as my stride lands on the cold bare tile floor. Pondering the plain white walls with my tired eyes I find the window in the far corner.
If I could
but for one moment
keep at bay
the pain, the suffering, the sorrow
If I could
but for one moment
Still the tempest
Bring back the blush
of life
into the cold pale faces
I rise and so I stand.
I stand, because I can.
breath of life in the morning I awake.
as the wind blows I smile,
in which, It comforts my mistakes.
lessons to be learned, always enough to be taught,
My way of life
And your way of life
Are two different ways of living.
Where my dreams are reality
And yours are solely nonfiction,
Imagination forms a line
That borders this idea
Not many people have experienced true loneliness
It comes with the feeling of hopelessness
And makes you feel completely empty inside
It will make you want to curl up in a corner
*for my mother*
Yellow light casts its glow across the halls, ghoulish,
Empty except for the sounds of whirring machines and soft feet.
The halls open into a room where skeletons reside,
She stared in the mirror wanting moreMore of what she lostThe world was mocking herCracks formed on the glass of her skinShe ran from the image and fellBetrayed by her body holding her down
I live in a house with a white picket fence.
My dog adores me.
I have a Mom and a Dad.
They love each other.
I have a brother.
He plays America’s favorite pastime.
We go to church.
We are “normal”.
The third of the three
sibling to a he and she
I am the smallest
my mind is most free
I daydream
they play
each day
we wither away
even as
i dream
Love is not a kiss and a hug. Love is expressed though a kiss and a hug.
Love is a treasure often kept close. It is more than an emotion, it gives hope.
The little red spot wouldn't go away
It decided to grow and grow and grow
I found it in March, but waited 'till May
I was a fool I know I know
The red spot became two, then three, then four
