"cardiomyopathy" poems
I did all the drugs
And I drank at the pubs
And I fought in the lots
And I ran from the cops
And I did everything
They tell you that you shouldn't do
But now I'm diagnosed
Cause my heart's end is close
Cause it's growing way thicker
And it's making me sicker
Genetically inclined
To die before my time
They sent me to church
Because I'm in the lurch
Told me I should pray
'Fore my life goes away
And I prayed really hard
That they would just go **** off
But now I'm lying in bed
And my heart's full of lead
My pulse has gone stagnant
And my thoughts are jagged
Would I change a thing?
No, no, not for you!
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
He drowns in the ashes of his own existence,
He breathes the bitter charcoal imbued in gas
And only the flame of love could've ignited the wings of knowledge.
The colors of our merging were painting his new destiny
When he looked at the sky and didn't speak anymore;
He had his mouth sewn and his body tied with a thread of sound
And darkness feathers and the soul of us:
He sewed it himself with his necrotic hand
Because only in death we could've existed as a being.
I've tasted the abyss which trickled on his fingers,
But he couldn't resist it so he conquered the exil.
He fell in the univers, leaving behind a flaming arrow
To burn my sky and life, burying me in the ashes of a past love.
None but the thought left by you helps me find my hope,
Only the illusion of love still burns inside me with purple flames,
And my blood started to ignite our memory,
Covered by the fog of pain and happiness moans.
When black whispers fill my heart and soul,
His violet touch crushing my mellow bones,
Shaped and painted also by him,
Then just the yearning assails me and I remeber
....you'll be next to me, still in the hot sheets from last night.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
Hi my name is Cardiomyopathy.
I'm 2 years old and I've already had 3 miscarriages.
A run in with alcohol abuse, drug abuse, my noose apparent.
Loose and daring met cruel and caring,
They used to laugh now but cry later loved sharing.
So much for monogamy. Did I mention my name is Cardiomyopathy?
I'm 2 years old with a mild case of marital affairs gone wrong. My mind used to tell me this house is no home.
Careless.
I played dodge ball in a glass house with stones.
Broken.
No real insurance, the love that ensured this.
Was gone.
Every piece of male that she opened, she failed...To pay attention.
Homeless and senseless.
Hopeless romantic my alias. Cardiomyopathy my condition.
Medicated dedication to relieve side effects called intuition.
Treatment unknown and remains at the throne of my wish list.
I'm only two years old. With the stress of a twenty two year cold. Lovely fevers that shake bones that create moans of twisted passion.
My addiction had grown afflicted with my stress and cold madness.
Ah-choo! to be cold Adieu to meek moans.
In retrospect. Mistress was a side downer fueled by sadness, so this cold could live long and wreak havoc; As long as it numbed me.
Recovery at my fingertips and once I'm healthy and bubbly,
The realization that will **** me will be the fact that haunts me...
You never loved me.
I choose to be cold.
My name is Cardiomyopathy. I'm only 2 years old.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
I would want you to be my star,
but then you would fade in the morning.
I would like you to be my sun,
but then you would set at night.
So maybe you could be my 'heartbeat,'
If it stops, I won't die from fright.
I'm already dead.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Her broken boy-blue begins to beat again.
Blood flows foolishly to a love that's long gone,
but as the dark night nears dawn,
beauty shines upon the beast.
Rhythm he remembers; proof he's not ceased.
As the feeling flushes through, he's back to loving you.
Your broken boy-blue breaks again, just like new.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
I wish you could see,
even though you said it wasnt me.
You gave me Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy.
I didn't know what it was either,
but now I just feel like a seether.
But of course you where a cheater.
Again I'm the one to depart,
even though it's your art.
Of giving me a broken heart
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
"Cardiomyopathy is a weakening of the heart muscle or another problem with the heart muscle. It often occurs when the heart cannot pump as well as it should, or with other heart function problems. Most patients with cardiomyopathy have heart failure."
In other words, Broken Heart Syndrome.
I have the cutest named disease ever.
They should make a Care Bear.
One with a crumbling heart on the chest.
Make 'em happy as can be.
But not too happy.
Don't want that pesky adrenaline puffing up its chest cavity.
Perhaps we'll make the eyes empty and craving hope.
No one wants a broken doll.
Who would buy such a thing?
'Features: soft plush fur and convulsions'
I guess it's ok.
Broken Heart Syndrome that is.
Because...
Well at least I know I have a heart.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Your eyes were vacant, hollow
Sallow - the colour of your putrid heart
Art is only art when someone doesn't get it.
To be quite candid, I never did get you
Your lying fumes made my alveoli suffer
You tried to buffer your mistakes
But in vain...
The scar on your left ear
Caused by the fear of being overshadowed
Widowed by the loss of your sister
But hey, mister, don't you dare look me in the eye.
Because I am the second primary on a falcon's right wing
I am the initial temperature drop of winter
No hunter can possess the desire to possess my desire.
My lilac fur of disdain scalds the corneas of my opposition
My partially sheathed claws sharpened on the skulls of my deficiencies
Lie waiting, famished
Polished by your lies , greed & misery
Fissures of my hidden deception
In a glass tumbler
Tempting green apple and cinnamon.
So now, stuck on top of a pine tree
You begin your cautious decent
To the seemingly clear coast below
Roasted almonds and marshmallows
And I
Hiding the shadows themselves
Will extend my scaly grasp
Onto your left tibia.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
Such a pretty young thing
And a personality like no other I’m shocked someone hasn’t raided your finger with a diamond so the insects called men can’t have a chance with you because of your bug repellent ring
It’s sad when you realize the person you thought was keeping you up instead was keeping you down
Your number 1 fan turned to your number 1 stan and now you realize that you’ve been the most realist person on your team that you’ve kept around
Girls be wanting Hakeems from the Bronx but want a wedding like Aladdin in the Sultans Palace
Stop getting married to temporary vibe boosters because once that high is over you’ll be out your wonderland and your name will no longer be Alice
Stop doing joint bank accounts with hopes of traveling the world together because only one of your passports will be the new portable atlas
My PhD in relationship longevity is telling me to diagnose you with takotsubo cardiomyopathy due to an unhealthy exposure to malice
We not together right now but I have faith it’s in gods plans
You falling for the wrong guy but I know you’ll land in gods hands
You should give me a call when your man playing child games
I won’t be your knight in shining armor but I’ll be the one to save you from your depression and suicidal claims
Thick girls don’t need to worry about losing weight
Guys like me love you the way you are and when we say you’ve been weighing heavy on our mind it means you hold weight
Trying to give change to a man who doesn’t know your worth when you’re the whole dollar but that’s for a different debate
Never let the public eye shape how you feel about yourself in your private eye
All those names they call you during the day wash away in the night time
And take my advice when I tell you eating your problems away doesn’t make the pain subside
I should be telling myself this advice but look in the mirror and when you smile at the reflection only then will you be able to go out in the world and have the biggest enemy called your conscience on your side
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
No, it isn't cardiac arrhythmia
My muscles are purring in anticipation
Of the hunt, the chase, the ****
Sure, I've had my fill
But I've hardly had any fun yet.
I've only drawn but a drop of blood
Nobody yet expects a flood
So build your ark, and count to three
What I make,is going to be history.
I'll flick my tail, and arch my back
Strength maybe, but it's not skill I lack
It's restraint.
Once I hear that fateful snap
A hapless creature you shall be
Not just now
For all of eternity.
Yes, Sana'a is the capital of Yemen
But I shall capitalize on your sorrow
You'll have so much, won't need to borrow
Harrowed yet?
So brush your crooked fingers through your greasy hair
And tell your sympathetic nervous system
That sympathy is about the last thing
You'll get from me.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC