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A Poem about my struggle with Lyme Disease
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Today, we woke to a world of bright smiles
and good moods. Of painless movement and
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If life were a currency I would choose to live in
by LesbianOfLove
27 lines,
on Oct 8 5:10 PM. In Shame, Life, Death, Suicide, Living, Currancy, Spirit, Soul, Illness, Fair, God
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You know, I always imagined freedom as horses running wild through the wilderness,
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What breaks your heart is ...
by Symphony
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 24 6:22 AM. In personal, pain, family, cancer, sad, society, illness, hospital, heartbreak, love
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All because of this, my life has changed beyond recognition. I'm no longer that person whom I once was;
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Trust? She has no choice. Her life hangs in the hands of bustling white shoes and blue pants. In the creases of un-ironed yet crisp white shirts and cheery
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She falls before our very eyes; bruised from the knockings of life. New indigo markings lick hungrily at her flesh; spreading greedily
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Competition Entry - Just to See You Smile.
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She's that famous chick, whose face you always see whenever you hear 'em talking 'bout this misery.
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I danced through life with no worries,
For the future, I had no fears,
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Life in the Land of the Dead
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We pray, O God of hope, and salvation
for all families
by Mothers hands
20 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 22 3:43 PM. In prayer, drugs, families, alcohol, tormented, illness, torturous, compassion, completeness
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what do i do when i see my reflection? i tell myself i will not take my injection.
by missunderstood-0
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 19 9:00 AM. In diabulimia, injections, health, pain, skinny, sad, personal, insulin, life, illness
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Black. That is how I feel the world is when I'm in state of disablement. Migraine dibilitates me to the extent of uselessness, painful and
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Chill gusts in summer
unseasonal turbulence driving
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She saw the prompt and had to tell you, what washing her hands means to her. She first noticed at the age of 13, that her hands felt dirty, she had been to a fancy dress party, and had worn a feather boa, throughout the day,
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I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette. She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woma
by BrownEyedGirl575
96 lines,
on Jul 19 1:59 PM. In Sadness, Death, Illness, Disease, Dying, Thoughts, Deep, Angst, Depression, Personal
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She sits alone
this quiet room
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by sanctuary WHiTE
80 lines,
on Jul 7 1:44 PM. In Adult, Pain, Personal, Sad, Illness, Mystery, Insanity, Life, Abandon, Doctors
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He lives beneath my layers
spree upon foundations,
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Every time I go to speak, my heart feels nervous, I twitch and tweak
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Don't say I'm ill, I'm really not But...what is your name?
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The day I had a fit my driving licence was taken away.
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Here my feet rap at soil and grovel in defeat, an unconventional conversation of conflicting beats.
by La Quiete
14 lines, 3 comments,
on Apr 19 9:56 PM. In abuse, unusual, bizarre, sickness, illness, depression, life, emotive, abandonment
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What dangles mostly out beyond my reach
The normal things that used to mean so much
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I feel as if I can no longer carry on. This feeling of razorblades flowing..
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I remember I saw her
a sturdy grey haired
by anaisnais
31 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 16 9:49 AM. In poetry, writing, anaisnais, insanity, delirium, sadness, illness, thoughts, weird, life
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I. I should have taken it as an omen
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Dry. An incredible thirst from my stomach to
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he has bi-poler i herd them say
confusion racing through my mind
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''Perishing alone, no one else home,
Been alone for far too long''
by go away.
9 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 12 1:08 PM 2008. In Life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Spiritual, Thoughts, Cancer, Illness, Weird
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If you knew me before Before the Marine Corps
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only a selected few told…
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immobilized, flattened down,
unable even to pace:
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The last time we drove through South Dakota I was 5, you 13
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Did he have to be identified
As his illness?
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Here is some helpful information about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, also known as OCD.
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No vomit, no cough, no ache
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I have felt Death calling my name -
From the damp warmth of ceasing
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