"fibrosis" poems
Step one: DONT DO ****
(Especially if this mental disorder is really a drug induced psychosis causewd by **** with a hint of illuminate induced fibrosis)( but we don't talk about that)
Step two: if step one fails don't panic
Step three: stay cool don't get frantic
You may have increased the voices HP
from 87 to a million plus three
Strength doesn't matter just remember this key
1. The voices are not you friends
They want to see you hurt
Screaming for the pain to end
Through minipulation and lies
They get your trust on their side
Just to beat you down
Chained, whipped, and gag tied
2. They will always try to bully you
Don't react that is a bully's food
Train your brain to not care about a thing, it's strange to not care but caring will just lead you to a knife and a vein just screaming for them to go away
But the more you threaten the more they gain.
3.(step3 maybe??). Try not to give them the time of day use books or music to keep them away. And if you feel a need to reply a witty insult or a your mom joke will do just fine
(Refer to section 2 not caring)
4. As you can see I am as sane as sane can be, or at I appear to be on the outside at least.
Follow these steps and I promise the progress that you profoundly seek
Will be in you grasps within a week
You you money back( no guarantee)
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
I know your pain,
They broke my bones and divided me.
Where have you been?
It’s been 19 years of this ****** mess.
This is your mother asleep at the wheel, This is your brothers blood in the backseat
When everything you love only seems like something you feel.
Sacred sediment wrapped in white gold.
Shiny as god’s revolver but twice as cold.
What you hear is all Casablanca and she’s shivering cold.
They took your teeth, fragments of what they sold.
Take these seams from me.
Split them down these American IV dreams.
Take these seams from me.
Take these two lips, cut me clean and free.
She put me out like a cigarette.
Burned at both ends.
And my history to the anesthetist
and my body to surgeons
Take these words from me.
These cystic fibrosis regimes.
Take these words from me.
Light blue collar worker bees.
- MW
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 9:32 PM UTC
In the murky clots of consciousness
between sleep and awakening
we clung to an icy overpass railing
spitting down on graffiti camouflaged
train cars as their charging rickety
boom carried our uncontrollable laughter
toward destinations unknown
Our spirited tenacity was matched only by
turbulent winds whipping us into submission
Forcing us to brace ourselves to avoid getting
swept away
You tumbled backward off the slick rounded bars
of the overpass rail
and bit your lip so hard
I thought you would need stitches
but you kept on smiling as the blood plummeted
dripping all over the tracks in a sanguinary frost
Feeling arrogant and invincible
like two avante guarde dog soldiers
we marched past our old urban battlefields and
grimy fast food cattle fields
closed in on a ramshackle bar
and drowned our taboos and inhibitions in
foam drenched pitchers until we closed out that
ramshackle bar
We gleefully stumbled
wearing hazy street light halos
back to the
duplexed squalor of my doorstep
Sloppy kisses stained with the scent of
cheap beer completed the night
as we tore into each other and
made love on that ratty creaking mattress in the front
room
All I had at the time to rest on
was that ***** old bed
and you
until several months later
when they confined you to
pristine hospital beds instead
Intravenous deceptions and false hope blood tests followed
but even with all the motions of our modern medical drama
we couldn't avoid you getting slowly swept away
I regret never having the strength or honesty to visit you
just as I regret never telling anyone about you and I
I go hang on that overpass railing sometimes
remembering the knock-down-drag-out-reckless perfection
of that night
knowing that my agonizing love for you should
have been something I proudly proclaimed to the world
Now the trains carry away my atrocious wails
as the weight of my shame
nearly pulls me onto the tracks
and spills my insides in sacrificial testament
to all we've lost
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
I know your pain,
They broke my bones and divided me.
Where have you been?
It’s been 19 years of this ****** mess.
This is your mother asleep at the wheel, This is your brothers blood in the backseat
When everything you love only seems like something you feel.
Sacred sediment wrapped in white gold.
Shiny as god’s revolver but twice as cold.
What you hear is all Casablanca and she’s shivering cold.
They took your teeth, fragments of what they sold.
Take these seams from me.
Split them down these American IV dreams.
Take these seams from me.
Take these two lips, cut me clean and free.
She put me out like a cigarette.
Burned at both ends.
And my history to the anesthetist
and my body to surgeons
Take these words from me.
These cystic fibrosis regimes.
Take these words from me.
Light blue collar worker bees.
- MW
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 5:42 AM UTC
He looked me in the eyes
The other summer night
And told me of the abominations men of the world
Impose on women of the world
As if I didn't know them.
As if I weren't the ******
That time had ****** so,
So,
So ******* many times.
He told me I would never find a man
Who would treat me better than he.
But I found my hero
Without having to run away with Proud Mary.
And I may have found him
A midst empty days
And a longing to fill a chasm I found deep within myself,
But I found him nonetheless.
And as I sit here,
Awake for days and
Sick,
I hear his words echo
Like back blows
Administered
To the lungs of a Cystic Fibrosis patient.
He told me men on Craigslist
Look for women to ****
And women call their vaginas "oceans"
To try to pick up men.
But my love wants only a partner
To participate in a round of Super Smash Bros. with.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
The wisest of men once said to me,
if you are lonely amongst people,
you are probably bad company,
he also talked about the disease of consciousness,
how humans have given up their senses,
for a supposed superior mind,
which is best?
This man will soon die,
his outlook on life comes from,
isolation,
diabetes,
and cystic fibrosis,
I hope I can help his dreams to fly.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
At the track kitchen that morning
I was playing cards with friends,
There sat Pop Sigh, we called Dead Eye
and Fats Jimmy, who drove the Benz
The fourth man, Wheel Chair Eddie
a boy of eighteen, I'd been told
The wheel chair, was his cross to bear
on each, God had broke the mold
Fast Eddie as I called him
suffered from Cystic Fibrosis,
"Get outta my way" he would say
"don't need no **** diagnosis"
Eddie was cleaning up on us
took me for two hundred three,
He was the best, wiped out the rest
taunting us all, with his spree
The others always let him brag
in pity for his condition
That might be, but they weren't me,
I'm not given to submission!
"Eddie, you're a gimp legged freak,"
I'd said, giving his chest a tap
"Off your **** or keep your mouth shut,"
"Hey Morgan, I won't take your crap"
He waved the money in my face
"you fish bite the same old hook"
"Man" he'd say, "you're easy prey
you make it sound like I'm a crook"
"If you'd climb outta that wheelchair
I would teach you some respect"
He'd laugh and jeer, show no fear,
"well now...what did you expect"
But Eddie had such little time
whereby, we all knew his plight,
What might I see, if I were he
I'd welcome their taunts to fight
While others made him feel sorry
for the state that he found himself in
I could see, he was just like me
though at times, I would let him win
I think that's why he favored me
he would seek me out, most the time
The reason he, played cards with me
in the hope, I would drop a dime
I never looked on him as sick
to me he was one of the ****
He knew I'd say, "Eddie, let's play,
come on, we need another man"
Tate
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
No I don't need a subject
I just spit about my spit
So open up that purdy mouth
And you can have a taste of it
Ye im sick Im tired
Im ****** wired
My brain is fried
From all this ****
And I've lived outside society
Though it's technically impossible
Somewhat withdrawn, morose, forlorn
Nice midnight stroll
**** on your lawn
********** on
Your absence of a soul
****** mess
And you've been told
Witches brew, you know
I see through you
Devil's spawn
Sprang from the earth
Your just desserts
Blood red alert
Positive vibes man
But you can't hide man
Ye step outside man
Won't let it slide
Won't let it pass
And you can call me an *******
You’re welcome
I already know
But as you know
That's not all I know
Now its show and tell time
Hear me flow
I'm on the outside looking in
And what I see is ******* grim
Ye you’ve got no soul
left to sell
And you revel in this ******* hell
Dimensions cut right to your size
But your empire of ****
Is built on lies
And I see the fear behind your eyes
And I'm thinking maybe it's high time
I joined the conversation
Got my stomp boots on
And plenty of libations
And I never did have any patience
But I was just so far removed
Now I'm moving in
Ye for the ****
And I've got my sights *****
Set on you
And I've lived outside society
Though it's technically impossible
Somewhat withdrawn, morose, forlorn
And my best feature is my scorn
And you wish you were never born
But you were
And so
Here we are
You spread your rot round near and far
And I am one big human scar
Fibrosis glowing in the dark
********* tell me I'm too sharp
But I made a big
Blunt object of my heart
And I smash it off your little brain
Now take the shame dope
Take the shame
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and
positively affected this southeastern residing
Pennsylvania papa)!
Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth
contagious exuberance, gung-ho,
infectious jubilance noah dearth
which eye opening (then tearing)
podcast link sent tummy
FaceBook account,
she distilled and
didst poignantly blog the
purpose driven life,
no matter...hmm...
her existential time
nearing thee finis
line on planet Earth
though upworthy defying
deathly clasp of grim reaper,
who scythe lent
lee doth await
she (titled lass of poem) established
a substantial supportive network,
via such an up
beat aura, charisma,
persona, et cetera create
ting global bond sans,
world wide web, aye equate
chance lucky opportunity
to witness airily especial
and gutsy acceptance
of her (congenital) grim fate
while this healthy
(as an oxymoron) lix
spit tilling chap doth hate
sweaty palms (a minor,
though tolerable inconvenience)
versus being irate
at an accursed disease
still no cure as of late,
yet...state of
the art revolutionary treatments
provide longevity, and... YES
possibility to discover a mate
though consigning severe limitations
but...WOW, that girl (unknown
til yesterday) doth narrate
positivity, which amazing
will power didst permeate,
within thine noggin
triggering sincere flowing tears
bursting forth at an unstoppable rate
hence this attempted rye
ming livingsocial tribute
to go for broke
esprit de corps elan trait
completing a bucket list
while eternal sleep will wait!
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, ........it's just October:)
place in me
one where my lungs bleaches with fibrosis
& I let it be
yet not even upon professional diagnosis
place in me
one where my lungs are empty
& I let it be
yet still nothing comes subtly
place in me
one that thinks of a third lung
& I let it be
yet sometimes the dull are somewhat young
upon one climate change
aching for sickness is the sickness
nothing comes of the desired range
& it becomes a matter of critical forgiveness
-----ravenfeels
Oct 30, 2022
Oct 30, 2022 at 4:03 PM UTC
I'm devastation in cling wrap
Melted to the frame.
Popped balloons on birthdays.
A bankrupt business.
Giving out more then it has.
An empty O2 tank,
On the hip of a cystic fibrosis patient.
Useless extra weight.
Like an anchor
On a boat trying to set sail.
Going nowhere.
Remaining in the same spot.
Growing roots
That barely scrape the surface.
Only to be blown over
With a gust of insufficiency.
Inadequate valves
Leaking out life sustaining fluids.
With more effort to fail
Then to just
Let go.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC