#statistic
it is said that in the seconds leading to death life flashes before your eyes
but mine didn't
it is said that this disease is a silent killer
but I have never heard a din so loud as the chemicals consume my brain
it is said that 24% of people relapse within the first year
I was a statistic
I wasn't strong enough
but this time
I will not be a statistic
because I am not who I was
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 12:18 PM UTC
Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch
And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)
Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, stat, statistic, number, ratings, reelection
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
Rocky squirrel flew through the air
Safely landing precisely where
He wished.
Caught glimpse as Shirley squirrel
(Herself in front of car did hurl)
Was nearly squished.
Rocky had warned Shirley before
Admonition Shirley chose to ignore-
Cars can smite
Such events reveal it's not merely heuristic
Fatalities by car is greater statistic
Than fatalities by flight
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
They stand at their designations inputting the mindless dribble while their fires die out.
The words flow to letters.
The letters flow to lines.
The lines flow to numbers.
The numbers flow to nothing
The endless cycle repeats for the norm till their just drones of numbers and nothing.
Their nothingness becomes a count for change on paper and virtual.
This is the life of just another statistic.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC
I just want you to understand where I'm coming from.
I tell you time and time again that you have to change.
I'm willing to be your motivation,
but first you have to weigh in,
work on yourself,
be the best that you can be.
Your immaturity is hindering.
Please stop the life your leading.
Don't be another statistic.
A young black man,
so much potential left unkept.
I just want to see you thrive.
One day you'll look back and understand,
but right now you lack the capacity to comprehend.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
wanting what
you can’t
have
is the
#1
cause
of
broken hearts.
look it
up.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
Now he’s gone
I can’t go on
Feeding on this
Misery
We ****** him dry
What a great guy
His light side
And his dark side
Are a treasure to
Humanity
Nanoo nanoo
Your time is through
Your legacy
Your jokes
Your glee
Unfortunately,
You’re a
Candidate for suicide
A Statistic in your
Demography
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Today in class, I saw you writing a spreadsheet
Numbering girls looks from 1 to 10
You gave me a 7, told me that was alright
But I don't want you to define my beauty with a number
To the government, I'm just a digit
To charities, I'm a statistic
To businesses, I'm only the amount I own
I want to go back to the days when you wrote poems about me
You caressed my flaws and kissed my imperfections
The day you told me I was gorgeous, I looked myself in the mirror
"I'm actually pretty" "I'm like all those other girls" I told myself
But what's changed since then?
When you fell out of love with me, did my importance sink too?
With a clear view, do my downfalls and my embarassing body diguist you?
You were too insensitive to show the slightest bit of affection
So you labelled me, gave me an average and put me in a category
To you, I just want to be human
To be beautiful
To be loved
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
The days that i am happy
are few and far between
no, im not depressed
I'm just a statistically sad teen
i wake up in the morning
regret running through my veins
and then i go to bed
with the same amount of pain
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC