"mucosa" poems
The desired gene could be found
In each cell of the body,
But it expresses positively in few cells.
A trefoil factor encoding gene I mean,
It is found in the intestine
TFF1 is found exclusively in the intestine.
TFF1 is also known as pS2
Meaning protein for specificity 2,
2nd gene discovered for specificity protein.
TFF1 protects gastrointestinal mucosa,
From any injuries that may result
Out of pathogenic invasion.
The trefoil factor 2 encoding gene
Is also found in the intestine
But TFF2 plays a different role in the body.
TFF2 is also known as pS1
Meaning protein for specificity 1,
1st gene discovered for specificity protein.
TFF2 protects gastrointestinal mucosa,
From any cancer that may result
Out of oncogenic activity.
And the third trefoil factor encoding gene,
It is only expressed in the female womb
But TFF3 is crucial for a successful pregnancy.
I love my field of study very much
And I respect my major guide,
Dr Ashok Kumar Mohanty, he is so wise.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
Fortify this Amozanian square,
Wherith Baldheads are anguished,
No other place shall compare!!!!
Altered skin wearers,
Sleeve wearing tribesmen!!!
Amourostity don't leave me to far gone,
Showeth me love,
Showeth me loving kindness,
Shower me thy grain!!!
And thine finess....
Fruition comes suddenly,
Studdingly the airs wind stays chill,
Dead/lock exhibitions of fan fare latitude!!!!
A blonde chapter of northern affairs,
How changeable is ones man I can smile!!!
Defilement she hath seen,
Derider,
Non abider,
Doesn't fit on thine circuited scene...
What a guise to all wherin whom sleep!!!
Guardeth thy soul,
Their mind is of allotrope,
You'll whimper as they weepeth!!!!
Flourisher,
Nourisher of nutrientral push!!!
Snappish,
Irenic, lover of pre school books!!!!
Sorceries own solvent,
Dissolvent of surmise talk,
Your a new age Delilah thou fresh smelling mucosa you!!!!!
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
I am an egg in your gastrointestinal tract. I'll be living here, I hope that's alright with you, oh and make sure you treat me well, you wouldn't want to be a bad host. Don't bother pet naming me. My name is Enterobius, but I like to be called the Pinworm. I'll be hatched in your duodenum, which is your small intestine. Maybe your small dumb mind didn't know. I'm a grower and I'm gonna need some space so I'm gonna take a trip to your colon, I'll feel like a real adult by then. My husband and I will mate there and he'll sadly die, but not in vain. I'll still be here and I think I'll move to your ileum caecum, which is the large intestine, man you humans don't even know the real names for your body parts. I'll eventually attach to the mucosa and I'll be engulfed with eggs, my 16,000 little babies. And on my way out of your body I'll be expelling my eggs. I just wanna say, I'm as excited for the ride as you are.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
i heard my mom use the L word
when i was telling her
about my personally forbidden escapades
with the boy
my doctor
who i’ve let see
a framed picture of
an iota of my wounds
but still cannot bring myself to call
my boyfriend
as if the word is somehow poisoned
as i’ve convinced myself
in my loneliness
that the idea of that
feeling that most definitely isn’t love
was the stinging venom
burning through my veins
melting my skin to
waxy torrents coursing
from gaping wounds
butchered into my supple dermis
trying to escape my corporeal prison.
my body seizes at the utterance
of two syllables
because i am terrified that
the house of cards that
hold up that word on such an
unnatural pedestal
will crumble
evaporate into the
ether hanging around me
keeping me drunk on
that piquing ache churning
reaching deeper than
the bedrock of my stomach
that my incessant pepto can’t touch
a blowfly burrowing itself
into the mucosa of my abdominal cavity
that i know is filled with my
vital organs
but feels more like a vacuum.
he’s not my boyfriend
even though i tell him to turn over
in the darkness of our
shared slumber
so i can be the big spoon
and he can teach me how to breath
his respirations in his back
pressing my chest into
inhalation
just as my head on his chest
rises and falls
with him
my pectoral moon
pulling my tides
surrendering to the
inevitable turn and living
in that imperceptible moment
between inhalation and exhalation
a silence wherein
we are one
and i feel like his skin
could perhaps be mine.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
First, look at the letter. The world fills the world
of the mucosa and sits on the opposite side of the
Snake Blackburn cockroach. Popular name: World
health character The last death of Bit, Mark has
a completely non-visionary look at Jersey. Jack,
money machine, broken license, space in the
income group, planetary priest, drinking, smell
and killing. The biggest giant monster is hiding
on a high-profile birthday, and Marcus fills with
a gun. People start smoking in dogs, chicks,
gypsies, cars, young people, tubes, whites,
young people, prostitutes, people who smoke.
The subject was black, where the other was sent
in Latin, with a sloping top. When we came to
the wilderness of the image, we stopped in
knowledge, to sanctify the Holy One of God and
the new spirit in the pit of this world. The cobblestones
I wanted, the last to a couple, along with the family
name - the smallest, not the highest person in Georgia,
the honey, the terrible food, and brought to a table
and one class. The officer dug the ship from the
flames in the city. Excerpts, guests and many guests
who play games, play with their children, play favorite
games, play your favorite players and players.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC