"ibs" poems
GMO foods punch holes in cells
permeate the gut, creating gaps in guts
Leading to food floating in bloodstreams, rivers of pain
Food allergies, ulcers, IBS .... these are the milder troubles
I won't speak of IBD, Cancer and Crohns disease
Babies born now allergic to foods, children allergic more than ever
They said, though the BT injected crops killed bugs, bursting their bellies
that they were still safe for humans....They were wrong!
Now these GMO crops are causing a myriad of gastro problems in people!
Food crops are now Roundup ready in the
Killing Fields.
Videos to watch:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FS72J9bDvPM&feature;=relmfu
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6D3TUk-XX1o&feature;=relmfu
TOP FOODS TO AVOID (unless labeled organic)
Corn
Soy
Potatoes
Canola, Cottonseed Oils
Sugar, fructose, corn syrup
Dairy - except organic
Tomatoes - except organic
Papaya/Hawaiian
Helpful links:
www.naturalnews.com/035734_GMOs_foods_dangers.html
http://truefoodnow.org/
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder, how I will make it alone,
When all those in my life have refused to see what I have always shown?
The fact that I am ill, yes indeed it is true,
A mental illness chains me, physical illnesses too.
Depression has been a friend, for as long as I know,
Panic and anxiety, do you even need to be told?
Am I paranoid? Or is that what you want me to think?
In the next minute, I am dissociated, or cannot think.
I am over here and over there,
"Hello!" or "Goodbye",
What is seriously wrong with my mind?
Friends, they stay a distance, and I don't need them anyways,
Family? Forget it...
I lie and I lie.
I pretend that I feel nothing,
Nothing touches me,
But truth be told I am terrfied,
My heart, as if, bleeds.
Perhaps you've heard of Fibro,
Or IBS as well,
Maybe you know Chronic pain,
And a fatigue like hell.
Maybe your are familar with being in constant pain,
Maybe you know all the pills, over and over again.
"How can it be hard to get out of bed?"
"How hard can it be to ignore what's in your head?"
You won't understand, even though I've tried,
No I'm not special, especially when I'm chained to a bed.
I've been told I am older now, "Hurry up and get a job",
"You will be nothing when you get started and move on."
"Can't you just stop whining? Grow up and live life?
Can you just do something rather than sleeping and wasting time?"
"You worry about this, you cry about that, you want this but don't even try to relax."
"You are doing nothing but sitting around,
So what if you are sick? We all are, all year round."
I am the lazy, the black sheep the failure,
The worthless, dissapointment, the immature.
"I am the would have been, could have been, should have been, never was and never ever will be",
Did I really just quote a song? Indeed, I've felt what they really mean.
I am weak or stubborn, Ms. "why" and "Okay but how come?"
Believe me, there is no look or answer I've been given, that I have not sawn.
There is help out there, there are programs and places to go,
But who would want to love someone who struggles to get up and go?
Who may be sick for the rest of their lives,
Who doesn't even feel worthy of time?
People do what they have to, to go off and survive,
But the next time you want to go and ridicule someone,
Please know, they try...
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
is this tingling feeling in my stomach
love
or just my IBS playing up?
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:35 PM UTC
IBS.
Out of the blue
It gives no clue
Deep down inside
Is where this monster hides
And there it dose stay
3 month pass away
Then all of a sudden
I'm bent over double
Intense is the pain
It's hard to explain
But a trip to the loo
For a small number 2
Then a sigh of relief
As the pain goes brief
But won't be for long
And then back to square one..
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
she says I'm ill
that I have a disease
which has no cure
that this disease I have
makes me love her
and that sickness is the cause
of my extreme love
she refuses to name this "illness"
Baby
little do you know
that love is my illness
loving you is my cure
or so I thought
but medications **** you sometimes
like you killed me
last night with everything you
muttered so sharp
Despite
how sick of me to still love you
that too the way i do
I'm sick you say
you say my love is
a cause of illness
of my mind
a mental illness
asking for your attention
(or how we said "attenshun")
was my mental illness is what you say
that my love for you was nothing
but a sickness
but how is it
that 2 years back
it was you with
IBS and anxiety where
you scratched my face
when i hugged you
yet you didn't want me to
let go
yet
you still wanted me gone
but here now
2 years later and
its me with
this sickness
or so you claim
then how is it
that you call my
love illness of my mind
when I
I gave you that same
love & more
when I didn't even know of
a mental pain
Then how could you dare
but say
that it was nothing
but
my sickness
or
*was it unbelievable to you
that this love exists
in something out of fantasies too*
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC