"heathy" poems - Hello Poetry

My job is to bake cakes I once magically created cakes of every hue Cakes that tasted like fruit or cream And others that were super sweet Still, others that were filling and heathy I was only limited to my creativity Then the cake bosses Ordered me to bake only vanilla cakes They said that all cakes are the same And my cakes must meet their standards Yet their criteria was vanilla and plain I was forced to throw off the fruit and cream And mute the rainbow of colors Even to add vanilla and sugar to my heathy cakes If that wasn't bad enough The cake bosses pressured me to fill unrealistic quotas And to treat all of the cakes the same Even though they are, naturally, flavored differently Then my budget was cut and bakers were downsized Next, I had more cakes to bake and less time to prepare I was even told to do without eggs and milk But the cakes must meet even higher standards How does this taste? Does it leave a bad taste in your mouth too? It's not a piece a cake But I choose to bake on Believing that I can still bake special cakes The batter just gets thicker everyday

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Jan 20, 2014

Jan 20, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC

chuck-1

It's Not a Piece of Cake!

My job is to bake cakes I once magically created cakes of every hue Cakes that tasted like fruit or cream And others that were super sweet Still, others that were filling and heathy I was only limited to my creativity Then the cake bosses Ordered me to bake only vanilla cakes They said that all cakes are the same And my cakes must meet their standards Yet their criteria was vanilla and plain I was forced to throw off the fruit and cream And mute the rainbow of colors Even to add vanilla and sugar to my heathy cakes If that wasn't bad enough The cake bosses pressured me to fill unrealistic quotas And to treat all of the cakes the same Even though they are, naturally, flavored differently Then my budget was cut and bakers were downsized Next, I had more cakes to bake and less time to prepare I was even told to do without eggs and milk But the cakes must meet even higher standards How does this taste? Does it leave a bad taste in your mouth too? It's not a piece a cake But I choose to bake on Believing that I can still bake special cakes The batter just gets thicker everyday

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I’m trapped in a room where the door is open but I can’t get out, I’m screaming my head off but no one can hear me shout, I’m struggling to breathe but there’s plenty of oxygen, I crave an escape from this concrete metropolitan, Blinded by this plastic smile they can’t see I’m stuck in my own personal hell, I’m walking around frantically trying to get someone to notice that I’m an empty shell, Tragically, I’m physically heathy with food to eat and a family yet I can’t seem to stop thinking about ending myself, What’s wrong me, that I can’t be happy when I literally have nothing to be sad about? But that’s the thing the numbness, you can’t stop it, it doesn’t discriminate, It doesn’t care whether your a man, a women, a criminal, or a saint, It just wants to fill you up till you can’t get out of bed, It makes you a prisoner inside your own head, Who could I tell? How would I explain it so someone could understand when I don’t even understand, When I’ve succumbed to the madness who will lend me their hand ? So I don’t tell anyone & suffer in silence, when the thoughts start creeping up again, I smother them in cigarette smoke wishing I had prescription for Xanax or Vicodin.

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC

Lestrange

Cigarette smoke

I’m trapped in a room where the door is open but I can’t get out, I’m screaming my head off but no one can hear me shout, I’m struggling to breathe but there’s plenty of oxygen, I crave an escape from this concrete metropolitan, Blinded by this plastic smile they can’t see I’m stuck in my own personal hell, I’m walking around frantically trying to get someone to notice that I’m an empty shell, Tragically, I’m physically heathy with food to eat and a family yet I can’t seem to stop thinking about ending myself, What’s wrong me, that I can’t be happy when I literally have nothing to be sad about? But that’s the thing the numbness, you can’t stop it, it doesn’t discriminate, It doesn’t care whether your a man, a women, a criminal, or a saint, It just wants to fill you up till you can’t get out of bed, It makes you a prisoner inside your own head, Who could I tell? How would I explain it so someone could understand when I don’t even understand, When I’ve succumbed to the madness who will lend me their hand ? So I don’t tell anyone & suffer in silence, when the thoughts start creeping up again, I smother them in cigarette smoke wishing I had prescription for Xanax or Vicodin.

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In a second my life changed like i could never imagine The world was all Topsy turvy and i a floating object in the turmoil A simple six letter word Thats all it took to take my stable world away Upon that fateful day I was 15 and the date was May 12 2008 My diagnosis Hodgkin's lymphoma stage 2 B My freedom was stolen from me School i could no longer attend People i could no longer see The world was shut away from me Chemo and Radiation were my companions Aiding me in my time of need But the truth in that was they were killing me more than saving Strong of heart was I I would not be taken down I tried to show no fear or sorrow And now am thought a strong young lady by many others The most glorious day was when the cancer went away September 28 2008 i was told After I regained the freedom i had lost four months later did my true story unfold January 12 2009 I knew something was wrong I was right I had not yet won the fight Hodgkin's lymphoma was back to greet me This time worse stage 4 B had me captured A junior in high school i had been But now once again I could no longer attend Chemo my friend, we were reunited I guess it missed me This time a new component was introduced Bone-marrow transplant, Auto stem cell After tackling these feats I met radiation again September 2009 i was said to be free it was like history repeating itself But this time i was wary now it is July 4 2010 I am heathy, I have graduated but the damage my six lettered fiend has reaped upon me is still here An immune system i no longer have My life still on pause But i do not care Because i know what its like to have your life dissipate without warning Life is like a flame it can be snuffed out in a second So remember my words Please Dont let any regret into your life Dont pass a single moment by Live love and try

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Dec 9, 2012

Dec 9, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC

chrissysue

Six Lettered Word

In a second my life changed like i could never imagine The world was all Topsy turvy and i a floating object in the turmoil A simple six letter word Thats all it took to take my stable world away Upon that fateful day I was 15 and the date was May 12 2008 My diagnosis Hodgkin's lymphoma stage 2 B My freedom was stolen from me School i could no longer attend People i could no longer see The world was shut away from me Chemo and Radiation were my companions Aiding me in my time of need But the truth in that was they were killing me more than saving Strong of heart was I I would not be taken down I tried to show no fear or sorrow And now am thought a strong young lady by many others The most glorious day was when the cancer went away September 28 2008 i was told After I regained the freedom i had lost four months later did my true story unfold January 12 2009 I knew something was wrong I was right I had not yet won the fight Hodgkin's lymphoma was back to greet me This time worse stage 4 B had me captured A junior in high school i had been But now once again I could no longer attend Chemo my friend, we were reunited I guess it missed me This time a new component was introduced Bone-marrow transplant, Auto stem cell After tackling these feats I met radiation again September 2009 i was said to be free it was like history repeating itself But this time i was wary now it is July 4 2010 I am heathy, I have graduated but the damage my six lettered fiend has reaped upon me is still here An immune system i no longer have My life still on pause But i do not care Because i know what its like to have your life dissipate without warning Life is like a flame it can be snuffed out in a second So remember my words Please Dont let any regret into your life Dont pass a single moment by Live love and try

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Once I began to get heathy, I cut out all the junk food, and saturated fats. No more bacon and eggs for me. I added fruits and vegetables to my diet. I exercise, and I pound ****** Mary's from 6 am to noon. The tomato juice is very healthy.

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Mar 10, 2021

Mar 10, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC

thomas-w-case

Liquid Smooth

Once I began to get heathy, I cut out all the junk food, and saturated fats. No more bacon and eggs for me. I added fruits and vegetables to my diet. I exercise, and I pound ****** Mary's from 6 am to noon. The tomato juice is very healthy.

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my dream is to rise and shine always be heathy and fine my dream is to help and take care happiess is what i want to share my dream is to be light in darkness and in the dark to be the ligthness my dream is to figth for justice it is what i will aways practice

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Sep 21, 2014

Sep 21, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC

shahree

my dream

my dream is to rise and shine always be heathy and fine my dream is to help and take care happiess is what i want to share my dream is to be light in darkness and in the dark to be the ligthness my dream is to figth for justice it is what i will aways practice

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Hear your words Percieve. Intent. Who will comprehend? Our world grows backwards. What was cannot exist. What is, We never would have wanted. But do you see? Really? Do I even. Would we want to understand? What truth is. The only heathy people are those awake enough to say they're not okay.

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Jul 10, 2013

Jul 10, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC

sorrow

What Truth Is

Hear your words Percieve. Intent. Who will comprehend? Our world grows backwards. What was cannot exist. What is, We never would have wanted. But do you see? Really? Do I even. Would we want to understand? What truth is. The only heathy people are those awake enough to say they're not okay.

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i remeber being in the hospital room. i was 7 years old and held your hand for two days straight. the weaker you got, the harder i squeezed your hand. you'd even squeeze back to comfort me. i'd fall asleep next to you in that hospital bed every night. one morning you woke up, and the cancer made you lose your memory. each night i reminded you of your wedding with my mother, i'd remind you how much of a great father you were. then you'd close your eyes slowly, and fall asleep. one morning you woke up, and you couldn't talk. each night i'd put in a movie, so you wouldn't feel bad that you couldn't talk. before the movie finished, you'd close your eyes slowly, and fall asleep. daddy it got worse. mom stopped letting me see you, because she wanted me to remeber you as a heathy man. on October 2, i snuck into your room. Tears rolled down the faces of the people around me. And at the age of 7 i revived my first guardian angel.

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC

Godsfavoritesinner

October 2

i remeber being in the hospital room. i was 7 years old and held your hand for two days straight. the weaker you got, the harder i squeezed your hand. you'd even squeeze back to comfort me. i'd fall asleep next to you in that hospital bed every night. one morning you woke up, and the cancer made you lose your memory. each night i reminded you of your wedding with my mother, i'd remind you how much of a great father you were. then you'd close your eyes slowly, and fall asleep. one morning you woke up, and you couldn't talk. each night i'd put in a movie, so you wouldn't feel bad that you couldn't talk. before the movie finished, you'd close your eyes slowly, and fall asleep. daddy it got worse. mom stopped letting me see you, because she wanted me to remeber you as a heathy man. on October 2, i snuck into your room. Tears rolled down the faces of the people around me. And at the age of 7 i revived my first guardian angel.

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I am broke by happy i am short but heathy.

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Jul 29, 2012

Jul 29, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC

paul-hardwick

Happy. 10 words.

I am broke by happy i am short but heathy.

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Depression is - hopelessness. Sickening, dry, fat hopelessness that bores into you. Anxiety is - being frozen to your chair, physically unable to stand, even if you wanted to. Depression tells you to stop taking your pills, to stop eating healthy, to stop going to therapy, because none of it matters anyway and you should just quietly curl up into a ball and let yourself fall asleep forever. Anxiety tells you to stop taking your pills, or maybe take all of them at once. To eat heathy, but eventually to stop eating altogether. To go to therapy and admit that you're just a lying **** - you're not sick, you just want attention. It tells you that you have no control and that it knows your heart better than you do.

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC

robyn

Untitled

Depression is - hopelessness. Sickening, dry, fat hopelessness that bores into you. Anxiety is - being frozen to your chair, physically unable to stand, even if you wanted to. Depression tells you to stop taking your pills, to stop eating healthy, to stop going to therapy, because none of it matters anyway and you should just quietly curl up into a ball and let yourself fall asleep forever. Anxiety tells you to stop taking your pills, or maybe take all of them at once. To eat heathy, but eventually to stop eating altogether. To go to therapy and admit that you're just a lying **** - you're not sick, you just want attention. It tells you that you have no control and that it knows your heart better than you do.

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I'll eat heathy and lose weight. I'll shop for a livable diet, Low carbs, nil sugar, no fat. I will do better this year. I'll draw more, paint more, eat more. I'll surely do better now that I'm older and wiser. No more German chocolate cake, fruit tarts, Strawberries Romanov, pastrami on German rye, Boullibaise, Fried Chicken, Schweinsbraten, Ice Cream with Chocolate Sauce, Fat Burgers. Marshmallows, Tater-tots, Twinkies, Pies I shall do bet... Aw ***** it-- Prime rib and mashed potatoes tonight And pancakes for breakfast!

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Jan 11, 2022

Jan 11, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC

jvbeaupre

I'll do better this year

I'll eat heathy and lose weight. I'll shop for a livable diet, Low carbs, nil sugar, no fat. I will do better this year. I'll draw more, paint more, eat more. I'll surely do better now that I'm older and wiser. No more German chocolate cake, fruit tarts, Strawberries Romanov, pastrami on German rye, Boullibaise, Fried Chicken, Schweinsbraten, Ice Cream with Chocolate Sauce, Fat Burgers. Marshmallows, Tater-tots, Twinkies, Pies I shall do bet... Aw ***** it-- Prime rib and mashed potatoes tonight And pancakes for breakfast!

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