"erythrocytes" poems - Hello Poetry

I can’t catch my breath as throat swells after smoke you exhaled behind you; you didn’t look back as euphoria hit. I can’t catch my breath as salty tears dilute my blood and erythrocytes shrivel leaving gas stranded in my lungs after each grudging, shaky breath - I can’t catch it, it begs for freedom in endless sky over the suffocating pressure inside my chest; I can’t catch my breath, I can’t catch my breath.

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Aug 19, 2013

Aug 19, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC

a-n-h

Respiratory Stress

I can’t catch my breath as throat swells after smoke you exhaled behind you; you didn’t look back as euphoria hit. I can’t catch my breath as salty tears dilute my blood and erythrocytes shrivel leaving gas stranded in my lungs after each grudging, shaky breath - I can’t catch it, it begs for freedom in endless sky over the suffocating pressure inside my chest; I can’t catch my breath, I can’t catch my breath.

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You are the most wondrous dizzying mess of cells, deoxyribonucleic acid, erythrocytes, words, sounds, murmurs, thoughts & b r e a t h s.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC

amanda-27

Magic x Magic

You are the most wondrous dizzying mess of cells, deoxyribonucleic acid, erythrocytes, words, sounds, murmurs, thoughts & b r e a t h s.

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I'm just getting in the bath, Someone else wrote the letter, I don't want to make a. Mess. Draw me the water I point at the tap Burden no family Hold my head under icecaps. Merkel Cells, diluted sensation, The end of fingertips cant feel your Flesh. Shriveling in the cold, Shivering to stop freezing, But I cant. What am I doing? Can I want this now, errectores pilorum erected. Have I set motion to, Cogs in a watch I cant adjust. my lungs mark absolute zero this is me sitting in chemistry class english 10th grade asking sam to suffocate with me every alvioli is pinned by ****** as thick as knitting needles my chest is permafrost my sternum, antarctica the ribs hollow out capillary beds lose all the haem out of their erythrocytes I'm losing St. Elmo's Fire. The baths still panting out, Water roars, gushing spout. Proud the current sweeps me through, The porcelain lining this white hell bathroom. It's bone cannot hide from my blood, As if I'm isotope 226 of Radium. Heat seeking marrow. My serum is Hodgkins Lymphoma, Tearing through sheeting tile, Like a young cancer child, Afflicted, Leukemia, No chance, No good blood left, To let. Soon, it will all be gone, and the rivers that freeze in my arms, and the ribs that are icicles form, and the atrial canal is not like Venice, it is the Rhine in winter, the Volga during the solstice. Spring will never come again. Spring slipped its head into the bath water, like my own.

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Mar 27, 2013

Mar 27, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC

Lendonpartain

30% erssss

I'm just getting in the bath, Someone else wrote the letter, I don't want to make a. Mess. Draw me the water I point at the tap Burden no family Hold my head under icecaps. Merkel Cells, diluted sensation, The end of fingertips cant feel your Flesh. Shriveling in the cold, Shivering to stop freezing, But I cant. What am I doing? Can I want this now, errectores pilorum erected. Have I set motion to, Cogs in a watch I cant adjust. my lungs mark absolute zero this is me sitting in chemistry class english 10th grade asking sam to suffocate with me every alvioli is pinned by ****** as thick as knitting needles my chest is permafrost my sternum, antarctica the ribs hollow out capillary beds lose all the haem out of their erythrocytes I'm losing St. Elmo's Fire. The baths still panting out, Water roars, gushing spout. Proud the current sweeps me through, The porcelain lining this white hell bathroom. It's bone cannot hide from my blood, As if I'm isotope 226 of Radium. Heat seeking marrow. My serum is Hodgkins Lymphoma, Tearing through sheeting tile, Like a young cancer child, Afflicted, Leukemia, No chance, No good blood left, To let. Soon, it will all be gone, and the rivers that freeze in my arms, and the ribs that are icicles form, and the atrial canal is not like Venice, it is the Rhine in winter, the Volga during the solstice. Spring will never come again. Spring slipped its head into the bath water, like my own.

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The blood spilling from my torso Is composed of many things Maybe not leukocytes, erythrocytes, Fibrinogen, or plasma but Fear for the future Regret for what might have been Sadness for dear friends in pain Pride in a long journey and hard work But if I am shot again tomorrow What will it be made of then?

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC

kelly-catherine

Bullets

The blood spilling from my torso Is composed of many things Maybe not leukocytes, erythrocytes, Fibrinogen, or plasma but Fear for the future Regret for what might have been Sadness for dear friends in pain Pride in a long journey and hard work But if I am shot again tomorrow What will it be made of then?

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I am so young Yet so strong Strongly salty Like the seawater Strongly lazy Like the wind I am dull As a knife I don't have worth Even pen can stab but I cannot I am the seawater; I am the wind I don't need to explain my worth to you Every morning I wake up with poetry On the tip of my tongue On every clip of my nail My fallen hair The dead cells on my bed My greasy face I open my eyes with poetry This heart beats in poetry These erythrocytes carry poetry I breathe poetry I live in poetry I do not need words Not all poetries are words And that's enough

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC

Pea

They Say Poets Are Lazy But I Am Not A Poet; I Am Poetry

I am so young Yet so strong Strongly salty Like the seawater Strongly lazy Like the wind I am dull As a knife I don't have worth Even pen can stab but I cannot I am the seawater; I am the wind I don't need to explain my worth to you Every morning I wake up with poetry On the tip of my tongue On every clip of my nail My fallen hair The dead cells on my bed My greasy face I open my eyes with poetry This heart beats in poetry These erythrocytes carry poetry I breathe poetry I live in poetry I do not need words Not all poetries are words And that's enough

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Why am I ugly? Am I a beautiful creature? Or a disastrous piece of trash? I'm no handsome person Do these things really have a factor? The looks? wealth? or their past? Because this things really stood out I don't deserve to have a Snow White No one seems to like me except my family and my God I look like a bacteria attacking your body Waiting for someone to sterilize me And slowly die and she's now happy We mingled together Like in a span of 120 days In which the erythrocytes die and be replaced again In order for you to be healthy again, EMOTIONALLY HEALTHY My life today is **** Always be excreted Meant to be excreted Feelings to be excreted not to be recycled My feelings are easily produced When you see and feel that girl who is special Your heart beats fast And nervous like watching a horror movie I received a thunderstruck A scar to the heart An emotion that couldn't be determined A HEART BREAK I am an ugly duckling I look **** and ****** With a face that looks like rice fields and corn fields No one cares

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC

tom-anthony-tonguia

Ugly Duckling

Why am I ugly? Am I a beautiful creature? Or a disastrous piece of trash? I'm no handsome person Do these things really have a factor? The looks? wealth? or their past? Because this things really stood out I don't deserve to have a Snow White No one seems to like me except my family and my God I look like a bacteria attacking your body Waiting for someone to sterilize me And slowly die and she's now happy We mingled together Like in a span of 120 days In which the erythrocytes die and be replaced again In order for you to be healthy again, EMOTIONALLY HEALTHY My life today is **** Always be excreted Meant to be excreted Feelings to be excreted not to be recycled My feelings are easily produced When you see and feel that girl who is special Your heart beats fast And nervous like watching a horror movie I received a thunderstruck A scar to the heart An emotion that couldn't be determined A HEART BREAK I am an ugly duckling I look **** and ****** With a face that looks like rice fields and corn fields No one cares

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# *In the midnight hour there are thoughts.. fears.. But mostly there is a consolidation a gathering, if you will Within warm, pulsing plasma flows erythrocytes leukocytes and thrombocytes Bringing nourishment to my bones carrying oxygen from my lungs giving swell to muscle Signifying movement in me When you write there is an Undoing within my undoing A building up as I am being fully torn down. There is an entropy when sitting down Undone, by your wondrous Undoing An Aliveness felt When so little around me, feels even remotely alive* #

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Jan 4, 2025

Jan 4, 2025 at 6:41 PM UTC

d-vanlandingham-1

On the Death of Entropy..

# *In the midnight hour there are thoughts.. fears.. But mostly there is a consolidation a gathering, if you will Within warm, pulsing plasma flows erythrocytes leukocytes and thrombocytes Bringing nourishment to my bones carrying oxygen from my lungs giving swell to muscle Signifying movement in me When you write there is an Undoing within my undoing A building up as I am being fully torn down. There is an entropy when sitting down Undone, by your wondrous Undoing An Aliveness felt When so little around me, feels even remotely alive* #

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if my erythrocytes change every 120 days, then I wonder if the process would be faster by opening up a vein or two, so I can get rid of some of the red blood cells instead of waiting for them to change.

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC

rayyy

blood

if my erythrocytes change every 120 days, then I wonder if the process would be faster by opening up a vein or two, so I can get rid of some of the red blood cells instead of waiting for them to change.

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