Poems About Illness Seeking Honest Critique
#illness
At the Peak
I sometimes get headaches and
they will last for days.
Marble solid fingers of angry statues
press downward and back on
my temple, rigid thumbs push against
the base of my skull,
the pads of them anchored
to the soft tissue.
I think it might be
a relief for the same hands
to split my head, let it succumb
to the twisting,
smattering its contents in every
direction.
Let it be Vesuvius at last
And leave an avant-garde
showcase in its wake.
they will last for days.
Marble solid fingers of angry statues
press downward and back on
my temple, rigid thumbs push against
the base of my skull,
the pads of them anchored
to the soft tissue.
I think it might be
a relief for the same hands
to split my head, let it succumb
to the twisting,
smattering its contents in every
direction.
Let it be Vesuvius at last
And leave an avant-garde
showcase in its wake.
#bipolar
#illness
#MentalHealth
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Into the Light
Bleeding internally
Legs go numb
Hurting inside
Your face trying to hide the pain
You kiss my cheek
as if to say it's okay
My end is here
I'm on my way
I feel you slipping away
As I hold you tight
I feel you slipping away
As you descend into the night
In a single day
The sunshine turned to rain
Happiness turned to mourning
As you were released from all your pain
I felt you slip away
Crossing the bridge to the other side
I felt you slip away
As you ascend into the light
Legs go numb
Hurting inside
Your face trying to hide the pain
You kiss my cheek
as if to say it's okay
My end is here
I'm on my way
I feel you slipping away
As I hold you tight
I feel you slipping away
As you descend into the night
In a single day
The sunshine turned to rain
Happiness turned to mourning
As you were released from all your pain
I felt you slip away
Crossing the bridge to the other side
I felt you slip away
As you ascend into the light
#dark
#death
#illness
#love
#spiritual
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Global Deformation
Producing to stay alive
Steel and concrete
We’re slowly destroying
The outer space of our bodies
Exhausted, emptied from experiences
Rotted, leper
Organisms, hollow
Devastated by disease
Conventionally called
Civilization
Smaller and smaller
Sparks of consciousness
Deeper and deeper
Hypnosis of are so-called existence
Industry, which is destroying us
Toxic hands are tearing the flesh
Bloodshot thoughts
We are cutting with blunt steel
Of global deformation!
Steel and concrete
We’re slowly destroying
The outer space of our bodies
Exhausted, emptied from experiences
Rotted, leper
Organisms, hollow
Devastated by disease
Conventionally called
Civilization
Smaller and smaller
Sparks of consciousness
Deeper and deeper
Hypnosis of are so-called existence
Industry, which is destroying us
Toxic hands are tearing the flesh
Bloodshot thoughts
We are cutting with blunt steel
Of global deformation!
#death
#earth
#environment
#illness
#pollution
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A Gross Abecedarian tale...backwards
#conflict
#dirty
#illness #money
#illness #money
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Avoid Processed Foods!
Take my order while you serve me
I don't like you or this food
How I got here, Not to sure
One bad trip, unlocked this door
I'm not feeling so fine
My stomach is cursed,
I committed a crime
Take me to that place where the elephants flew
Dolphins walked, swimming kangaroo's
I wouldn't mind if they all spoke to me
Maybe like playing charades
Sharks burrowing in trees
I've visited this place a few times in the last week
I needed a passport to meet with myself
He didn't understand me, I don't speak Greek...
I don't like you or this food
How I got here, Not to sure
One bad trip, unlocked this door
I'm not feeling so fine
My stomach is cursed,
I committed a crime
Take me to that place where the elephants flew
Dolphins walked, swimming kangaroo's
I wouldn't mind if they all spoke to me
Maybe like playing charades
Sharks burrowing in trees
I've visited this place a few times in the last week
I needed a passport to meet with myself
He didn't understand me, I don't speak Greek...
#food
#illness
#nightmares
#TruthOfLife
#utopia
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Snotty Haiku
Sticky green mischief
Nose's hidden treasure falls
Silent sneeze secrets
Nose's hidden treasure falls
Silent sneeze secrets
#environment
#flowers
#funny
#haiku
#illness
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And Sometimes It Rains
I've come to relish the moments I am sickly.
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
#healing
#illness
#LifeStruggles #rain
#LifeStruggles #rain
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Fear holds in the rest
Humans shuffling past me like corpses to stupid to die
Their clothes hold their guts in
Fear holds in the rest
Running like rats
Scurrying through waste paper and filth to their holes before the sun goes down
They have umbilical cords of sewage wrapped around their throats
Choking on life, nursing their wounds
They'll tell you that they're loving every second of it
Just like prisoners come to love their captors
Just like roaches in a roach motel
Tasting the poison, telling you it's wine
Their clothes hold their guts in
Fear holds in the rest
Running like rats
Scurrying through waste paper and filth to their holes before the sun goes down
They have umbilical cords of sewage wrapped around their throats
Choking on life, nursing their wounds
They'll tell you that they're loving every second of it
Just like prisoners come to love their captors
Just like roaches in a roach motel
Tasting the poison, telling you it's wine
#fate
#fear
#humankind
#ignorance
#illness
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Flemish art
The warning signs of a cold are drear
the cough that took so long to clear
I`v tried the old wives remidies
but all I did was cough and sneeze
my sinuses were pounding pain
behind my eyes, deep ingrained
Paper tissue trail I left
and all I felt was wrecheness
sneezed and sneezed for evermore
feeling I was at deaths door
drowning in a vat of phlegm
day and night, am on to late pm
No one showed sweet empathy
my head a hive of buzzing bees
a nose which Rudolf would be proud
bathed in a greenish...
the cough that took so long to clear
I`v tried the old wives remidies
but all I did was cough and sneeze
my sinuses were pounding pain
behind my eyes, deep ingrained
Paper tissue trail I left
and all I felt was wrecheness
sneezed and sneezed for evermore
feeling I was at deaths door
drowning in a vat of phlegm
day and night, am on to late pm
No one showed sweet empathy
my head a hive of buzzing bees
a nose which Rudolf would be proud
bathed in a greenish...
#illness
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What color are you coughing up?
Flooded with phlegm
My head is swollen
Choking on disgusting
Yellow fluids
Spitting up chunks
Or even bloody lumps
Digest the mess
Slurping nasal dribble
With a chewy middle
Yellow red green brown
Won't stop chuggin' till the slime goes down
Digesting nasal pudding
But I cannot stop the flowing
Get Well Soon...
My head is swollen
Choking on disgusting
Yellow fluids
Spitting up chunks
Or even bloody lumps
Digest the mess
Slurping nasal dribble
With a chewy middle
Yellow red green brown
Won't stop chuggin' till the slime goes down
Digesting nasal pudding
But I cannot stop the flowing
Get Well Soon...
#illness
#LifeStruggles
#satirical
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Sentenced with a cold
I'm not angry, I just grow tired,
waking days clogged with mucus
I'm not happy, I’m just fed up,
passing nights roll to no focus
Every breath, I test death
Keeping my problems upon my chest
Sleep used to be an escape,
now a house of congestion
Being awake use to be ok,
also having problems with digestion
Sitting here a broken man,
OTC drugs not providing a solution
Not tasting or smelling life's pleasures,
Hacking up greenish, yellow pollution
I know this cold needs to run it's course, ...
waking days clogged with mucus
I'm not happy, I’m just fed up,
passing nights roll to no focus
Every breath, I test death
Keeping my problems upon my chest
Sleep used to be an escape,
now a house of congestion
Being awake use to be ok,
also having problems with digestion
Sitting here a broken man,
OTC drugs not providing a solution
Not tasting or smelling life's pleasures,
Hacking up greenish, yellow pollution
I know this cold needs to run it's course, ...
#illness
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
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It fell from the sky
It spreads through the air
Dissolving the body internally
This can't be cured
You'll die a turbulent death
Pressure building inside your skull
Eyes popped out, fall on the ground
Tympanum burst you bleed from your ears
Spasmodic convulsion, your moribund
Loss of consciousness, body fluids oozing Out
Coagulated blood, punctured lungs erode
Softening of the brain, muscle contractions uncontrolled
Puss filled bruises
Maggots munch your flesh
Cerebral meningitis
Swollen cranium explodes
Malignantly slaughtered ...
Dissolving the body internally
This can't be cured
You'll die a turbulent death
Pressure building inside your skull
Eyes popped out, fall on the ground
Tympanum burst you bleed from your ears
Spasmodic convulsion, your moribund
Loss of consciousness, body fluids oozing Out
Coagulated blood, punctured lungs erode
Softening of the brain, muscle contractions uncontrolled
Puss filled bruises
Maggots munch your flesh
Cerebral meningitis
Swollen cranium explodes
Malignantly slaughtered ...
#dark
#death
#illness
#MentalHealth
#pollution
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