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                                                   Where are You? You must be at war
                                                    Mais do que você me despreza Mais do que você me diz bobagem Mais do que você me abusa
Kings and queens do not regard themselves as being equal to other people, But that does not make them better human beings than the peasants. In the foolish imaginations of kings and queens, they are high and mighty.
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There is a sickness within Us, that gained control of Us. Took the lives of the best of Us, introducing Us to the worse in Us, destroying the trust we had between Us.
It began with wings, leathery skin of a night dweller. Hiding in plain sight under the veil of darkness. It could not live nor die, it only was. Coated in toxicity and bathed in the very blood that worshiped it.
  Everyone is worried more and more A deadly virus is on the loose It has invaded the USA from shore to shore Millions of germ cells have been introduced   Social distancing is a new concept
Drab black curtains hung 'round Depthless windows peering in to  An empty soul.   Too pale skin is the background For sunken eyes and light pink lips That sit smile-less.  
I knew I shouldn't get excited I shouldn't get myself worked up I got a little taste of freedom  Now where am I? I'm fucked! You took the away the ocean with which I fell so deep in love
Im sitting in my house and weighing the options. If I go out, I may get sick, but I have a death wish anyway so bring it on. If I stay in this house any longer I am going to turn into Jack Nicholson. I want to see my boy,
Got these wounds of mine, Turn to centipede Scars. Like my pesky mistakes with a mind thats too dark. Where others see angels wings, that dance cross the sky, I see the dark wolves
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 became grown-up Much quicker than many I was only 13  When they found a tumor in my belly   Technically it was in my ovary 
Let me tell you of the week I grew up. No, not physically but mentally and emotionally. The physical age does not matter; what matters is that the week before I loved candy.
The voice in my headIt keeps yelling for reliefFrom the pain I feel inside of meA thoughtThat remedy can be sought from anywhereAnd not found anywhereNo matter the effort given
I grew up in a world where everything was fine and dandy.  I lived with mommy and daddy, and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.  Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world where everything was fine and dandy.  I lived with mommy and daddy, and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.  Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
I grew up in a world where everything was fine and dandy.  I lived with mommy and daddy, and grandma always bought me my favorite candy.  Grandpa walked me to 1st grade every morning,
Teeth gnashing, ripping, and tearing through your body - ripped apart from inside out. An internal violent assault - this is what Cancer's about. Carrying with it, anger and cruelty-
Dear God, The World is fast-paced, I see it as so. When one life breathes alive, another life seems to go. The World never stops to ease destruction in the streets,
Your mother eats her emotions in the first floor cafeteria Just down this hallway and to the left I collapse into the injured brown chair next to the bed
Face to face with my reflection In your toilet bowl again. I love you so much that the thrill Of your skin and your touch makes me ill, And the contents of inside must spill To make room for how much I feel.
Because I love you     I will catch you when you fall I will sweep you off your feet I will protect you through it all Would you do the same for me?   She holds my hand when I feel defeat
Becasue at one time I love you: I let you touch my soul you had the magic touch two mend my torn heart At three you kept my bed warm like a burning piece of coal  when no one else was there four me 
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
For Curt.    His eyes were an offset blue, Identical to the unyielding forces of the tempestuous sea and the churning influence of the clouds. Or were they an unpolished silver,
I'm sick of waiting for the world to pass on judgement. I'm sick of waiting for its punishment. I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come whether it is ot bring joy or if it is to bring tradgedy.
I remember a time when I felt no hope When all of my dreams just went up in smoke. It was the day they told me he was sick And there might be a few things he couldn't help but miss.  
a sickness is not cured by wrapping a thin blanket around the sore throat  that exposes injustice.   a symbol does not hold more value over a person. an object that requires a steady wind
As much as I wish I could be UNstoppable There’s no way that could ever happen Because my immune system is my obstacle You want me to have perfect attendance?
The pain started in his head, bouncing between his ears like a bullet richocheting through a tunnel. Soon enough the pain slithered down his throat and into his lungs, clinging and growing like a fungus.
I see you through the clear, curved, orange plastic over my eyes You taste like metal opium The spoon still stuck between my teeth Gnaw marks in the handle From when I tried to swallow it whole, swallow it dry
The clock ticks A girl turns her head Tick, Tock Her mother lays in bed Tick, Tock Wires lie over their heads Tick, Tock She takes a deep breath Tick, Tock
You will wish to have called just once more To have heard their voice once more To have held their hand when it wasn’t cold To have hugged them tighter the last time you saw them
Through tears, Through the months, Through the pain, I wait. Many feel sorry, Many stare, Many judge, But they don't get me. Pain is a hurdle, Pain is a challenge,
Waking up the clock reads half past noon. Looking outside I feel a pang of gloom. I think of the day we got yelled at for not hearing our parents call us more than just a few times. We didn't know. We were too busy playing in the snow.
Her father found herWide awake, not asleepIn her bed, curled up.So, he asked her,"What are you doing?"She turned to himAnd smiled brightly, saying,"I'm waiting for my wings."
2:15 am It started as a cold. A small cough without any other symptoms. a difficulty to breathe. a hurt. I believe that it will just go away. This small illness I had inside would just slowly vanished without any consent. 
They say what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. The poison dripping into his veins, makes his life longer. I look around at loved ones, there to hold their hand.
Lively as the daylight
This poem is dedi
Losing Myself  
Running in a race is never fair, When no matter how hard you try, Being second is only the best you can be. Comparing yourself to other: The good, the bad, and then the worst
  In a passing, bleak moment
  Don’t laugh – you might wake her up.  Keep it together, don’t tell her what’s the matter. I hope you enjoy shouldering troubles alone 
Since he was nine years old, slowly destroying his lungs.
You watched me grow older.
She has a pretty face. Her face is not framed by the hood she turns up against the cold
I've see them smoke their cigarettes some almost a pack a day. And watch them give breath to the very thing, that will take their breath away.
Initially I was a Marketing
Will you not love me in sickness, but in health?
What can a dollar do? Pay for lunch, A car, College. Well, maybe not a dollar Though at least it helps. But while we eat and drive and learn A child dies from hunger A woman wishes
ignoring all communication. i am so tired of hearing the woe is me bullshit. it is my fucking heart, that has decided not to work. my lungs don't want to be lungs anymore
dying. cold breezes and laughter with my mother. empty stomachs, hunger. soft cold sheets against my skin and the heavy weight of a comforter on my body.
Earning the blessing to be a pharmaceutical scientist…that is probably one of the most selfless things conceivable to me.Every day on the job will be an effort to eradicate disease.Tuition,SAT,GPA,SSL hours?
Taped on her mirror Are pictures of Goddesses Angelia, goddess of lips Kim, goddess of curves Twin goddesses Mary Kate and Ashley Deities of being skinny She wakes up
Welcome all to what I call my imagination, quite a unique thing let it fill you with facsination. But there comes a price to this talent you see, care to take a guess or let me show you what I mean?
Pills,Pills,Pills,A pill for all your ills,Pills,Pills,Pills,A pill for all your feels,Pills,Pills,Pills,For broken bones and broken homes,
There is an empty bitterness
"I didn't know anything was wrong."How could you s
"Come little girl, we'll paint the town red."Emoti
Dear Lefty,I'm sorry that I took it out on you,
They plugged into my artery with a needle named “IV”
Take a drag off that cigarette,  That is a decision you will regret.   Tap excess ashes with your finger, As the smoke begins to linger.  
Guess you can never tell who's really suicidal It hurts so much you wanna end your cardiac cycle What's the point...smoke a joint or cut yourself with a razor blade point
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
the flourescent lightson her iridescent skinreveal the railroad tracksof her train with no brakes"all aboard," the ageless conductor criesshe climbs in.
I first put on the secret hat against my will A thousand people made this secret hat for a pricy bill The secret hat kept this head warm, but made my eyes swim
"What in the world am I suppose to do" I cant see the future, All I see is bleakness and Im feeling blue
You make me feel like theres no way out  I am trapped and confused I thought you could've helped Why should I confess my problems when you yourself have caused them
I am in so much physical pain My body is so weak Shuddering and shivering Make it go away I feel so miserable I think my head's gonna explode Lord, help me
Red, The colour you bleed As you pour your heart To the stranger on the bus. Red, The colour you bleed As you pace back and forth in your bedroom Contemplating
There are secrets—Well, there are always secrets. But there are secrets that lie in wait for me. They lie just below the surface.
I have a bad habit of developingbad habits.
All else seems bright and sharp Clear in my sight Lost in my thought How could it be? No matter how close I get, The less I can see My focus is off No longer on point Good for nothing
Back twitch Her head flinched oh what can it be My mom who used to be so strong who can’t take care of me Hair matted no make-up on
My friend, I have stayed with you until the end This decade we had Me, you, Mom, and Dad The loving licks on my face Will somehow replace  The tears on it right now The bag of chow 
My Little Sis   Silence at sunrise. It's not unusual. It's summer, for late slumber. Yet , a sound. Woke mother and I. Gargling sound. So terrorized and frightening.
  I’m so in love I found you finallyYour words take me to the heavens aboveThe feelings can’t be taken too kindlySome people question if this is true love
  Indulgence, gluttony, wild binges can set the tone for a desolate day. The simple act of eating- unholy in my mind.   Carbohydrates to be allocated, portions to be measured, sugars to be circumvented
Come on, get up, you can't let this break you. Those are the only words that roamed my mind as I stared blank at the night sky. Sleeping cautiously on this pillow of my own illness, I lay there dead and gone.
​No one feels the pain I feel. No one gets how much it hurts to lose a friend that you've grown up with. A friend that you hung out with that morning before they were gone. He was always there, and I never questioned it.
Leave me alone, let me be Stop devouring my body. You’re a relentless disease, And you’ve knocked me to my knees.. Burning like hells fire, You’re persistent and tenacious and you never tire.
You could hear her plea “Oh please, Oh please Death! Let go of me! I need to live, I need to breathe!” Yet Death did not stop As he took her in. He did not stop, As Death was bound to win.
As I stepped outside from my cool home into the heat, the bright light made me squint my eyes, and I called out his name...
Tears stream down my face as my mind begins to scatter Feelings of hopelessness overwhelm my being Depression is no longer a word, it’s a part of me I can’t breathe
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