"dermatologist" poems - Hello Poetry

i am tired of talking to adults no i do not want to see a dermatologist or a psychologist or a psychiatrist or a nurse no school counselor i am definitely not having suicidal thoughts and no doctor i do not want to talk about the results of my mental health survey. of course dr. cook i am totally open to the idea of taking an antidepressant dear god i am tired of talking to adults do not want to be diagnosed i do not want to talk about it stop worrying about me, no, 'i am not depressed,' this is my life so thank you for not making me sign a life pact but leave me alone i am not going to cry in front of another strange adult. do not diagnose me. all i want is to be normal, i am tired of the pills. i am done with talking to adults

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC

9999

talking to adults

i am tired of talking to adults no i do not want to see a dermatologist or a psychologist or a psychiatrist or a nurse no school counselor i am definitely not having suicidal thoughts and no doctor i do not want to talk about the results of my mental health survey. of course dr. cook i am totally open to the idea of taking an antidepressant dear god i am tired of talking to adults do not want to be diagnosed i do not want to talk about it stop worrying about me, no, 'i am not depressed,' this is my life so thank you for not making me sign a life pact but leave me alone i am not going to cry in front of another strange adult. do not diagnose me. all i want is to be normal, i am tired of the pills. i am done with talking to adults

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The dermatologist demands a pre-summer scan of my visual delights fully magnified. Peering into places where no one else has ever peered, even me, reminds me that this is a potentially "disruptive" process. Eye don't know what his eyes have seen. He works in silence pin punctuated by the occasional mmmm or throat clearing rumble. Snappy removal of neutrally colored gloves signify conclusion, he opines as follows: "Were you aware," he inquires, "that the lines, the furrows on a your forehead correspond to the life your have lead?" "You have three, deep deep tracks, and that's a fact." Yes, eye know, and each one is a tree ring notation of my existence. Each a different year, each a different moment fearful, a death and a birth, a passing, a regaining. No, not children or parents, illusions. Markers of our lives are the birth and death of our illusionary, our revelation minutes, that measure and scribe what dug those furrows is now officially, no more. Until we start anew, a different Pretense, a channel commenced to commemorate. Living the dream, they say, aren't we all, eye think, and so inform him. The doctor did not bill for this visitation.

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May 23, 2015

May 23, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC

bus-poet-stop

A Full Body Examination: Tree Rings

The dermatologist demands a pre-summer scan of my visual delights fully magnified. Peering into places where no one else has ever peered, even me, reminds me that this is a potentially "disruptive" process. Eye don't know what his eyes have seen. He works in silence pin punctuated by the occasional mmmm or throat clearing rumble. Snappy removal of neutrally colored gloves signify conclusion, he opines as follows: "Were you aware," he inquires, "that the lines, the furrows on a your forehead correspond to the life your have lead?" "You have three, deep deep tracks, and that's a fact." Yes, eye know, and each one is a tree ring notation of my existence. Each a different year, each a different moment fearful, a death and a birth, a passing, a regaining. No, not children or parents, illusions. Markers of our lives are the birth and death of our illusionary, our revelation minutes, that measure and scribe what dug those furrows is now officially, no more. Until we start anew, a different Pretense, a channel commenced to commemorate. Living the dream, they say, aren't we all, eye think, and so inform him. The doctor did not bill for this visitation.

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“Sir, this mole seems to be growing and spreading” Suhail stopped the scissor and comb, and said “It’s a bit grown than last month and even then, I noticed it spreading” Suhail is my hair stylist for the last about six years I have seen him growing from a Hair Analyst to Specialist to Senior Hair Specialist There is something more than the generous tip that connects us May be my willingness to abide by his experiments with my hair Or reciprocation of loyalty that bound us every month Surprised, I asked him, “What mole are you talking about?” “Don’t you know the black mole on the back side of your left ear” puzzled Suhail “You go and check with Madam, may be its my feeling only” “How would madam know about it Suhail, she doesn’t cut my hair!” “Arre Sir, you too!” Suhail had a vicious smile on his face “Come on tell me” I prodded him with the same viciousness We got into wayward pastime … “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When you lay down on her lap in those afternoons And she combs your hair with her fingers And when you fall into that muddle of sleepiness and excitement Her eyes would lock it” “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When she comes from the back as on paws of a cat Hugs and hold you tight with her hands And press her face on your shoulder Her eyes would lock it” “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When those drenched lips move away from your lips And the craving teeth leave a hickey on that earlobe, Her eyes would lock it” Suhail finished the haircut and I left tipping him as usual The drive back home searched through the labyrinths of memories Of caressing fingers, tight hugs and hickeys Why didn’t she mention that mole, ever? “Honey, you never told about that Mole, Come on, let me see and let’s go to a Dermatologist quickly We can’t take these things lightly; the doctor may even suggest a biopsy Biopsy is fully covered in your mediclaim, isn’t it?”

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Sep 1, 2017

Sep 1, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC

KaleshKumarAK

That Black Mole on the back of my Earlobe

“Sir, this mole seems to be growing and spreading” Suhail stopped the scissor and comb, and said “It’s a bit grown than last month and even then, I noticed it spreading” Suhail is my hair stylist for the last about six years I have seen him growing from a Hair Analyst to Specialist to Senior Hair Specialist There is something more than the generous tip that connects us May be my willingness to abide by his experiments with my hair Or reciprocation of loyalty that bound us every month Surprised, I asked him, “What mole are you talking about?” “Don’t you know the black mole on the back side of your left ear” puzzled Suhail “You go and check with Madam, may be its my feeling only” “How would madam know about it Suhail, she doesn’t cut my hair!” “Arre Sir, you too!” Suhail had a vicious smile on his face “Come on tell me” I prodded him with the same viciousness We got into wayward pastime … “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When you lay down on her lap in those afternoons And she combs your hair with her fingers And when you fall into that muddle of sleepiness and excitement Her eyes would lock it” “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When she comes from the back as on paws of a cat Hugs and hold you tight with her hands And press her face on your shoulder Her eyes would lock it” “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When those drenched lips move away from your lips And the craving teeth leave a hickey on that earlobe, Her eyes would lock it” Suhail finished the haircut and I left tipping him as usual The drive back home searched through the labyrinths of memories Of caressing fingers, tight hugs and hickeys Why didn’t she mention that mole, ever? “Honey, you never told about that Mole, Come on, let me see and let’s go to a Dermatologist quickly We can’t take these things lightly; the doctor may even suggest a biopsy Biopsy is fully covered in your mediclaim, isn’t it?”

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My mother was a patch of smudged ink on his arm, skin yet to close after being lasered by the dermatologist. What were you thinking? she had said to him before, and he answered I love you, and as she touched herself prodding her comical mouth with a finger her shadows tenderly seeping into his pores making her more vivid. Each time I’d see my father pointing a knife at her, at her smile wanting to tear it off. And I was his death eater, quick to sew my mother shut and burn her before she causes too much damage. Then father would touch my face as if he’s now seeing clearly through the tears that clog his serpent eyes. How in this chamber of secrets we dance in a ballroom tiled with his pain. And I was wearing ice slippers, his frozen tears leaving a wet trail that clouds this rib vault where our steps are quiet, where father I am Yours, your horcrux.

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC

mariel-alonzo

Eating Dinner with the Dark Lord

My mother was a patch of smudged ink on his arm, skin yet to close after being lasered by the dermatologist. What were you thinking? she had said to him before, and he answered I love you, and as she touched herself prodding her comical mouth with a finger her shadows tenderly seeping into his pores making her more vivid. Each time I’d see my father pointing a knife at her, at her smile wanting to tear it off. And I was his death eater, quick to sew my mother shut and burn her before she causes too much damage. Then father would touch my face as if he’s now seeing clearly through the tears that clog his serpent eyes. How in this chamber of secrets we dance in a ballroom tiled with his pain. And I was wearing ice slippers, his frozen tears leaving a wet trail that clouds this rib vault where our steps are quiet, where father I am Yours, your horcrux.

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with nails scratching deep beneath the skin, i wonder if a dermatologist could fix damage this deep, what if the blood never stops running? i am going dry, dry with empty lungs and nostrils filled white and red all of it turns red, around, breathing exhaling, a fake apology she calls it quits, and i blame myself blame myself blame myself and lose track of rhyme schemes and syllables until all i hear is me screaming no and them painting blame over my face "it's your fault, yours" this is what it takes to say "it's all okay" a needle here, and a pill there this is what it takes to breathe your love, your kiss penetrating past the willow trees deeper than the purple dashes dark clouds don't go away they just move but when i see your face, i don't want to leave this place behind i want to jump into it with everything into every city that your smile could light up silver tears, tears, tears and red shows, shows, shows and the pink never comes and black drenches and yellow cries (fake) grey brightens and your eyes, green, keep me alive i counted them out but there weren't enough reasons to take more, more like the number of metaphors in that line lightning bolts don't hurt when you're paralyzed

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Dec 13, 2014

Dec 13, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC

typhany

spectrum

with nails scratching deep beneath the skin, i wonder if a dermatologist could fix damage this deep, what if the blood never stops running? i am going dry, dry with empty lungs and nostrils filled white and red all of it turns red, around, breathing exhaling, a fake apology she calls it quits, and i blame myself blame myself blame myself and lose track of rhyme schemes and syllables until all i hear is me screaming no and them painting blame over my face "it's your fault, yours" this is what it takes to say "it's all okay" a needle here, and a pill there this is what it takes to breathe your love, your kiss penetrating past the willow trees deeper than the purple dashes dark clouds don't go away they just move but when i see your face, i don't want to leave this place behind i want to jump into it with everything into every city that your smile could light up silver tears, tears, tears and red shows, shows, shows and the pink never comes and black drenches and yellow cries (fake) grey brightens and your eyes, green, keep me alive i counted them out but there weren't enough reasons to take more, more like the number of metaphors in that line lightning bolts don't hurt when you're paralyzed

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Well hi there, I need a mole removal. I'd do it myself but I need biopsy approval. If it 'a cancerous, I'd like to know. And for this reason, to the dermatologist I'll go. Well hi, there, I see you're in-network. A $50 copay? Sure, that'll work. What's that? Later in you're going to charge me a $150 new-patient fee? But, why? I was only in here for maybe twenty minutes. Am I now being charged rent to sit my *** on your medical chair? So now I'll wait for the bill to arrive. Oh, look. It's here... Wonder what it'll be? $298!? What the hell could've cost so much? All you did was inject me with some sedative, bring in something comparable to a box opener and lop it off. The whole thing, in-room with me took you just about less than 15... Oh, and look... It looks like my insurance did pay more than half. It cost nearly $800 for the whole thing. What the crap?! Oh, I suppose our country is trying to work out the kinks. And for all my troubles, I guess I'll be finalizing my account for mostly, if not all free. Once the financial assistance department decides to stop giving me the run-around. Next time, I suppose I'll need to inspect further. Just because the office is down the street does NOT necessarily mean it's going to end up being cheaper. Because if I'd have known maybe $10 in gas would have saved me all this trouble, I would not have gone to what is technically classified as a "hospital."

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC

emily-rebecca-burch

Why people don't like to visit the doctor anymore

Well hi there, I need a mole removal. I'd do it myself but I need biopsy approval. If it 'a cancerous, I'd like to know. And for this reason, to the dermatologist I'll go. Well hi, there, I see you're in-network. A $50 copay? Sure, that'll work. What's that? Later in you're going to charge me a $150 new-patient fee? But, why? I was only in here for maybe twenty minutes. Am I now being charged rent to sit my *** on your medical chair? So now I'll wait for the bill to arrive. Oh, look. It's here... Wonder what it'll be? $298!? What the hell could've cost so much? All you did was inject me with some sedative, bring in something comparable to a box opener and lop it off. The whole thing, in-room with me took you just about less than 15... Oh, and look... It looks like my insurance did pay more than half. It cost nearly $800 for the whole thing. What the crap?! Oh, I suppose our country is trying to work out the kinks. And for all my troubles, I guess I'll be finalizing my account for mostly, if not all free. Once the financial assistance department decides to stop giving me the run-around. Next time, I suppose I'll need to inspect further. Just because the office is down the street does NOT necessarily mean it's going to end up being cheaper. Because if I'd have known maybe $10 in gas would have saved me all this trouble, I would not have gone to what is technically classified as a "hospital."

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A trip to the dermatologist Please check out this sore on my lip And the one above it. Yes, think I need to do biopsies of those. Phone call-you have a basal cell carcinoma And a squamous cell carcinoma. We'll need to remove those and send you to the Plastic Surgeon. That's a little concerning. I will tell a few friends and relatives About my condition, but no big overall announcement. One month later Wake up at 4:30 am to eat breakfast It will be a long day. Take the dog to the neighbor for the day, Leave for first hospital with Husband Driving My Car!!! Scariest part of the day! Check in to the Dermatologist Numbing hurting needles to my lips and face, Tissue cut away, searing hot cauterization. To the waiting area and another cutting away of my lower lip. Back to the waiting area. Four hours after our arrival We are out the door, through the corridors to the parking garage Back on the interstate to the second hospital. Check in, ride the elevator and frighten a 5 year old boy with my Face bandages-they were pretty frightening to me. To the staging area to dress in a gown, have i.v. attached, Anesthesiologist, Doctor, Nurses, and finally I start to go under. Wake up with new bandages, ride home via drugstore and grocery- 12 hours later. Study prescriptions and instructions. Made it through the first night and hopefully to full recovery. Warning-wear a hat, use sunscreen on skin and lips. Hope you will never have to take this trip.

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Apr 21, 2017

Apr 21, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC

sandra-lee

Payment for Too Much Sun

A trip to the dermatologist Please check out this sore on my lip And the one above it. Yes, think I need to do biopsies of those. Phone call-you have a basal cell carcinoma And a squamous cell carcinoma. We'll need to remove those and send you to the Plastic Surgeon. That's a little concerning. I will tell a few friends and relatives About my condition, but no big overall announcement. One month later Wake up at 4:30 am to eat breakfast It will be a long day. Take the dog to the neighbor for the day, Leave for first hospital with Husband Driving My Car!!! Scariest part of the day! Check in to the Dermatologist Numbing hurting needles to my lips and face, Tissue cut away, searing hot cauterization. To the waiting area and another cutting away of my lower lip. Back to the waiting area. Four hours after our arrival We are out the door, through the corridors to the parking garage Back on the interstate to the second hospital. Check in, ride the elevator and frighten a 5 year old boy with my Face bandages-they were pretty frightening to me. To the staging area to dress in a gown, have i.v. attached, Anesthesiologist, Doctor, Nurses, and finally I start to go under. Wake up with new bandages, ride home via drugstore and grocery- 12 hours later. Study prescriptions and instructions. Made it through the first night and hopefully to full recovery. Warning-wear a hat, use sunscreen on skin and lips. Hope you will never have to take this trip.

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#Mom's birthday, dermatologist's appointment, and a philosophy test on Descartes, Berkeley, Hume, Continenetal Rationalists and British Empiricists. (Descartes, Spinoza, Leibniz, Locke, Berkeley, and Hume) Banyascki has on the ugliest vest I've ever seen in my life. His hair is getting long, too. At least ⅜ of an inch. Wow. Freak. Esse is percipi... To be is to be perceived. Yes.#

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May 12, 2019

May 12, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC

will-19008

April 26

#Mom's birthday, dermatologist's appointment, and a philosophy test on Descartes, Berkeley, Hume, Continenetal Rationalists and British Empiricists. (Descartes, Spinoza, Leibniz, Locke, Berkeley, and Hume) Banyascki has on the ugliest vest I've ever seen in my life. His hair is getting long, too. At least ⅜ of an inch. Wow. Freak. Esse is percipi... To be is to be perceived. Yes.#

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The warthog is terribly warty. It has a million and forty. You might think it would seem A dermatologist's dream To catch one while out on a sortie.

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Dec 3, 2016

Dec 3, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC

s-m-chen

I have wondered this

The warthog is terribly warty. It has a million and forty. You might think it would seem A dermatologist's dream To catch one while out on a sortie.

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A continuation of places I have fallen asleep - at the movies - my dermatologist appointment - the dentist - getting my nails done - the back room of my work - the car on short rides - the car on long rides - 5 minutes after waking up in my bed - the couch at 7pm - the couch at 7am - the grass in the garden - the beach - a portable hammock laying on my side - waiting for the doctors appointment - on the train - on the bus

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Jan 15, 2021

Jan 15, 2021 at 3:36 AM UTC

Ellaburtonpoems

Places I have fallen asleep - a never ending poem

A continuation of places I have fallen asleep - at the movies - my dermatologist appointment - the dentist - getting my nails done - the back room of my work - the car on short rides - the car on long rides - 5 minutes after waking up in my bed - the couch at 7pm - the couch at 7am - the grass in the garden - the beach - a portable hammock laying on my side - waiting for the doctors appointment - on the train - on the bus

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Basal cell carcinoma, is dotted on my face; my dermatologist's goal? erase each single trace. Patchwork, here and there, his sutures mar my skin; Frankenstein reminders, of where his work has been. A little, next to my nose, and a little by my eyes; remnants of his diligence, from where my skin has fried. It's the least invasive type, thank God for little things; my state is full of sunshine, and what such sunshine brings. So I slap on the old sunscreen, that gooey, paste protection; in hope that it suffices, from Old Sol's intervention.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC

david-lessard

BCC Blues.

Basal cell carcinoma, is dotted on my face; my dermatologist's goal? erase each single trace. Patchwork, here and there, his sutures mar my skin; Frankenstein reminders, of where his work has been. A little, next to my nose, and a little by my eyes; remnants of his diligence, from where my skin has fried. It's the least invasive type, thank God for little things; my state is full of sunshine, and what such sunshine brings. So I slap on the old sunscreen, that gooey, paste protection; in hope that it suffices, from Old Sol's intervention.

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Hectic morning Lovingly frustrating Adrenaline rush as ever My edgy morning self Not enough songs Then choices vetoed It's frozen again Letting it go before I lose my mind Crepes for breakfast black tea Lunch boxes unbrushed teeth Morning kisses goodbye Comfortable smooches and a shot of warmth From ever caring husband Simple Then rush to the doctor Cute middle eastern girl Head wrap so feminine Young slender body Pretty smile Innocently talking me into full check With dermatologist Hell why not Oh man Young man Oh man don't you ******* flirt with me Before removing my gown Oh **** Flashback 10 years ago How I hated those ******* ***** faces Flashback public pool in turkey Eleven years old Some blue eyed ******* Out stretching his limbs In a most perversely uncomfortable way Pretending it's a game Then rushing to share with friends Here laughing Hello to my first adrenaline rush Ashamed to tell my parents I'm still here He is a doctor isn't he? No worries He's covered by insurance **** you middle eastern beach Need a drink Waiter flirting Stop looking me in the eye You old looser Am I hot? **** you ******* for asking that question With that ******* expression Adrenaline is still here Here to stay because it's nice to be nice And how I hate those ******* guys

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May 18, 2017

May 18, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC

l-seagull

Usual

Hectic morning Lovingly frustrating Adrenaline rush as ever My edgy morning self Not enough songs Then choices vetoed It's frozen again Letting it go before I lose my mind Crepes for breakfast black tea Lunch boxes unbrushed teeth Morning kisses goodbye Comfortable smooches and a shot of warmth From ever caring husband Simple Then rush to the doctor Cute middle eastern girl Head wrap so feminine Young slender body Pretty smile Innocently talking me into full check With dermatologist Hell why not Oh man Young man Oh man don't you ******* flirt with me Before removing my gown Oh **** Flashback 10 years ago How I hated those ******* ***** faces Flashback public pool in turkey Eleven years old Some blue eyed ******* Out stretching his limbs In a most perversely uncomfortable way Pretending it's a game Then rushing to share with friends Here laughing Hello to my first adrenaline rush Ashamed to tell my parents I'm still here He is a doctor isn't he? No worries He's covered by insurance **** you middle eastern beach Need a drink Waiter flirting Stop looking me in the eye You old looser Am I hot? **** you ******* for asking that question With that ******* expression Adrenaline is still here Here to stay because it's nice to be nice And how I hate those ******* guys

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There are universes in me That I cannot show you I want to tell you so many things Whisper them in your ear But as I sit alone at the dermatologist At the appointment you promised me you’d come to Scorned by your icy silence On the Valentine’s Day you promised we’d celebrate Empty promises, my heart, broken I decide I cannot tell you For now It must stay hidden, deep (Baby, if only you knew)

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Feb 27, 2020

Feb 27, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC

venusincapricorn

If Only

There are universes in me That I cannot show you I want to tell you so many things Whisper them in your ear But as I sit alone at the dermatologist At the appointment you promised me you’d come to Scorned by your icy silence On the Valentine’s Day you promised we’d celebrate Empty promises, my heart, broken I decide I cannot tell you For now It must stay hidden, deep (Baby, if only you knew)

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