samantha lauren
samantha lauren
May 22, 2014

love is a disease that i welcomed easily
i ran into it's arms and got stabbed right in the heart
betrayed by the feeling that i had always trusted most
and when i fell back hoping to be caught
you weren't there, you weren't there
i fell right to the floor, you told me you loved me
and then you left me there cold and sore

#love   #broken   #depression   #heart   #disease   #stab  
Jun 19

Love is cholesterol in the heart,
sugar in the blood.

#love   #heart   #10w   #cholesterol  
Sep 26, 2014

There’s something in my chest
Growing, swelling
A disease manifesting in my heart
It latches to my nerves and infects my brain
It’s love

It overflows from my heart
Oozing through my ribs like a thick river
Of butterflies and tired words
Remembered laughs and the sound of your voice

But lately it’s a symphony of voices
A theatre full of musicians playing my heartstrings
You’re a musician baby, and so are they

I’m sick
Infected with too much love for too many people
It’s a heart transplant
But they don’t take my old heart out first
Just add more and more until they spill from my ribs
Filling every corner of me until I crack

But baby I love it

Don't get me wrong, this is supposed to be a happy poem
#love   #happy   #you   #polyamory   #sickness  
Mar 25, 2013      Mar 26, 2013

just now my heart gave two great
and heaving beats
that shuddered my whole chest.
i know this is just a symptom
of the cardiac quirk i inherited from my mother
but it felt to me like some sort of physical closure.
for a moment after it happened
my chest didn't have that emptiness anymore.
my body is healing my nonbody.
that's what it felt like.
for a second, anyway.

Nov 10, 2014

For so long I have held it to heart
that to be affected is to be infected,
so much so that it has become a disease;
my heart disease.

Not bought on by an over consumption of calories
but a product of being ill at ease with those around me
and that within me,
so better bin me. Better? Bin me.
I'm done being me.

hands inspire words to be typed by other hands
my heart is beating
i can see it
my stomach bounces a little each time
low blood pressure typically means a low chance of heart disease but a big chance of not giving much of a shit about anything
bed stained where skin touched skin beautiful act ugly reminder
dont clip fingernails often enough stay dirty work in food industry
coffee farmers drink coffee made from the worst beans of the harvest magnum opus never experienced by artist
motorcycles are a good way of saying i have a lot of money and care about nothing

Sam Conrad
Sam Conrad
Nov 25, 2013

The Purple Heart

Is not only a military decoration,
Though that decoration is deservingly given,
To those who perished in some way, serving their country,
For "Being wounded or killed in any action against an enemy of the United States
or as a result of an act of any such enemy or opposing armed forces."

You see now,
The Purple Heart,
It's also means what I have, The Purple Heart.
It's the type of heart disease that society and medicine don't talk about,
The kind you get after your heart's been beaten up.

I'm not the only person with The Purple Heart,
It's actually an epidemic, and it kills people every day --
But nobody wants to talk about it,
Because if they talk about it,
They just might catch it too.

The Purple Heart doesn't just affect the heart,
It gets in the blood, it eats at the mind,
Coursing through the veins of unsuspecting victims,
Victims of abuse, negligence, turmoil, but they don't get medals, they get pushed down,
Victims that are heroes.

Courier Pigeon
Courier Pigeon
Mar 5, 2012

Wash my brain
Wash it clean
Burn it down with kerosene
Self inflicted lobotomy
I wish I could tell you what's wrong with me
I bring new meaning to heart Disease
Everything I love runs speedily
It's for the best
Don't you agree?
They'll never see
My crazy streak
They'll love me for
What I am not
The empty smiles
And pointless thoughts
I'll put them in my special box
and pretend that I forgot
This is just a game I play
to keep the rain at bay
Nothing more to say
I was born this way

through the window
circling in blue

five vultures.

I sit here
and look at them
and think:

I am not dead yet.
something is dead or dying out there
but it is not me.

that’s not entirely true.
we are all dying in different stages
on varying timelines.

I might drop dead
on my way to the fridge
to get another beer.

heart attack
a stroke
a lurking aneurysm
a car accident
homicide or

anything might get me at any second.

sudden death
falling into the final dream
and then


is all one can hope for.

it sure beats
dying slowly

lung cancer
heart disease

or falling off a ladder
while pruning an apple tree
breaking your neck
and slowly

to death

vultures gather

and hungry

in the
last blue
of late

Angie Acuña
Angie Acuña
Mar 22, 2013

"Bulimia nervosa, an eating disorder that involves bingeing on food followed by purging, can cause gum disease, osteoporosis, kidney disease, heart disease, and death. Bulimia affects mostly women and teens." -

My eyes blurred as I wiped away the remaining evidence from my mouth.
I cried.

It seems that bulimia had taken over my life these past couple of months.
Even my hands shake now.
For some reason, I didn't seem to care that I could give myself cancer with this, that I could die from this.

My headaches have gotten worse, my depression even more intense.
And my poor, sweet mother, willing to believe that I am sick and NOT doing this to myself.

Could I really do this to her?
She now has the duty to care for several children that are not hers because she cares too much.
She tries, but she no longer listens to her own children.

My mother is broken.
Revealing this to her will only break her more.

So I'll keep quiet.
Purging and ridding myself of my shame and self respect.
What could possibly be worse?

I need help.
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