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"remedy" poems
You laugh Angels weep out of jealousy Devils have no single conspiracy Demons dancing in harmony Men hearts go broken with no remedy Women eyes tearing continuously Violins break out of envy terribly Composers have no more creativity Music plays with no melody Silence starts listening joyfully Happiness laughters left in agony Beautiful words describe nothing but misery Tulip flowers become colorless shamefully Believers lose their faith immediately Infidels drop their convictions instantly Hearts start beating rapidly Lungs oxygenating quickly Living ones laying listening carefully The dead come back miraculously --Hisham Alshaikh
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
You Laugh
Material things don’t entice me Empty promises don’t count as a remedy Flowery words are pleasing to the ear With apparent intentions clear Is this just an infatuation? An effect of my subtle imagination This relentles game of tug of war How I wish it wouldn’t end up in a scar All I know is that I’m tired of this dance Might as well give us a chance? You have gone way past this armour Consistency, that is all I am asking for
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
Consistency
Small and insignificant... Inferior. Insecure and shameful... Clumsy. Weak and sad... Molested. Unremarkable and transparent... Mundane. Unlovable and ugly... Hated. Remedial and simple... Stupid. Angry and jealous... Loathsome. Lovesick and lonely... Desperate. Sick and Tired... Old. Unstable and self-destructive... Insane. Vulnerable and trusting... Suicidal. Hopes and dreams... Deteriorating. Smiling and Laughter... Remedy. Heidi Shavill 2008
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Pathetic
my heart nearly stopped every time i had to cross the street so let’s thank the queen for writing it down before she’s just another thing i have to step over all the rest have tickled my feet so far and everything under construction reminds me that these days the only remedy seems to be better luck and more cloud cover i’ve been racing to crash on the couch just to wake up to see if i have time for it all and i want the stereotype to be true so i have nothing to cry about   with the way things are going you’d tell me not to be so brutal to myself but the thrill i used to know is now paying its dues to the concrete i was almost convinced i wasn’t asleep when she whispered paris nothing, everything may have changed so this is not like anything i’ve never meant: my heart nearly stopped with the regret of not talking to you it's hard killing birds when you don't have any stones and besides this time i think i've really done it two days and this is already my favorite story but second chances don't have to be so mysterious maybe i just wanted to see you smile again i should have said it w/o one of and the s after the L still choosing o over x and your pull showed my hands a home in the back of your denim two across the channel makes the significant not so, if you want it i’ll keep looking for you so long as you don’t stop drawing me maps if i died in my indecision then your mouth showed me heaven you’re the closest thing to purpose i’ve ever tasted i wish you knew how much i mean that
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
i fell in love with a girl in london and i'd do it all over just to see her smile at me again
my heart nearly stopped every time i had to cross the street so let’s thank the queen for writing it down before she’s just another thing i have to step over all the rest have tickled my feet so far and everything under construction reminds me that these days the only remedy seems to be better luck and more cloud cover i’ve been racing to crash on the couch just to wake up to see if i have time for it all and i want the stereotype to be true so i have nothing to cry about   with the way things are going you’d tell me not to be so brutal to myself but the thrill i used to know is now paying its dues to the concrete i was almost convinced i wasn’t asleep when she whispered paris nothing, everything may have changed so this is not like anything i’ve never meant: my heart nearly stopped with the regret of not talking to you it's hard killing birds when you don't have any stones and besides this time i think i've really done it two days and this is already my favorite story but second chances don't have to be so mysterious maybe i just wanted to see you smile again i should have said it w/o one of and the s after the L still choosing o over x and your pull showed my hands a home in the back of your denim two across the channel makes the significant not so, if you want it i’ll keep looking for you so long as you don’t stop drawing me maps if i died in my indecision then your mouth showed me heaven you’re the closest thing to purpose i’ve ever tasted i wish you knew how much i mean that
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Honesty the lost art/   Honesty is rare it should cost a lot/   It would be sublime if We could find it/   Honestly, honesty is the best policy/ We should treasure the thought cherished engulfed/   combined with Loyalty   till death do us part/ I yurn The lies tiring   like ones sleepy lay down Suffocating to a corpse/   Thought is boss employ by it   We're all guilty I guess/ Liar liar in court   A sentient being-ness/ Troth be told   I can't believe in this/ Question,   Am I the only one seeing this?/ Or only me blind and ain't            Seeing ****   I try and **** it out its epidemic, Chronic/ The remedy Poetry Hop    Visual Sonnets/ **** naked in   My correspondence/ Articulating articles   Waiting for responses/ Is it a defense mechanism   Of the conscious/ Honesty? Honestly/   Seems like everyone's Not doing it so its gotta BE/   Non honesty The ever lasting Prophecy/   And were full filling it The good succumbs   To the villainous/ My willingness/   To compromise my will I guess/   You could interpret as weak/ Most realize the Inside scoop   Yet everyone tells lies non interested in truth/   Me, a victim and a suspect An on going cycle yet/   I ask what's next/ as if I didn't know    Where the L lies underlying Facts can't grow/   HonestLy, we all lose an L to Honesty!
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
Honesty, Honestly?
Despite the heart which is froze Hatred runs fluidly Like the water in shattered glass Like the blood in broken bones Like the flames in our homes     This hatred It speaks to me Like drugs to an addict *When it tells me to shoot                                          I relapse and                                        aim for the sky* I said.. In spite of my own humility Hatred runs deeply Like the roots beneath the dirt Like the pain beyond the hurt Like this poem before your eyes *I despise                  Way too many lies                 And so little truth*   I said.. I hate beautiful   It cripples me deeply   For you are my pity My pain and their pleasure *When I am high                            I'll collapse and fall                         Far from this place                         Of rotten bliss* I said.. Look at me         Blood misrepresents me     For I am cut differently This pain isn't felt Like the emptiness Residing in your cup It is felt Like a toxic Living inside the gut Like these words Traveling directly Towards the stomach I mean..              Although this addiction kills me            Hatred is also the remedy           It is all I need to truly appreciate           The little love I have left.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
I Said..
Despite the heart which is froze Hatred runs fluidly Like the water in shattered glass Like the blood in broken bones Like the flames in our homes     This hatred It speaks to me Like drugs to an addict *When it tells me to shoot                                          I relapse and                                        aim for the sky* I said.. In spite of my own humility Hatred runs deeply Like the roots beneath the dirt Like the pain beyond the hurt Like this poem before your eyes *I despise                  Way too many lies                 And so little truth*   I said.. I hate beautiful   It cripples me deeply   For you are my pity My pain and their pleasure *When I am high                            I'll collapse and fall                         Far from this place                         Of rotten bliss* I said.. Look at me         Blood misrepresents me     For I am cut differently This pain isn't felt Like the emptiness Residing in your cup It is felt Like a toxic Living inside the gut Like these words Traveling directly Towards the stomach I mean..              Although this addiction kills me            Hatred is also the remedy           It is all I need to truly appreciate           The little love I have left.
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In the cusp of closing night, I look into your weary eyes; once outshining city lights. I see no way to realize the healing of this blight - I venture to make a phoenix cry. Remedy of such mythos might, might just prove unjust lies. Chance restoring your ere vacant sight - fighting soul’s primal guide. As any chance to restore my bride, binds our fractured lives. ...No words to describe affliction already decided.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
The Blinding Bride
Lost Love He remembers that day many sad years ago it was sunny out, but soon a storm raged. He returned home early from work, eager to rest and nurse a cold. Eager to see his gorgeous wife fix him a delicious soup and give loving care, a remedy not. He caught a surprise. Was it then a hallucination? To see her ex's car in front of their house, fanning the flames in his heart? Or to imagine the house shaking, or to hear love noises howling from the rafters of contempt, as her fireplace warmed tempest. He sure hoped then... it had been a misfire it wasn't. He slowly opened the front door, walking decrepit and sad, like he was in hospice care. He could see the final script playing out, more so the tragic ending the trail of clothes, her ex-boyfriend's scent, calamity, and approaching closer the devil speaking louder. He opened the bedroom door to their parts caught in honey jars and scarlet red on his tainted wife over bed sheets of shame. Their eyes catch, both flush, and tearful, as breathing stopped, his melancholy eyes asking why? Why? What about the future  lily pods, our family, house, kids ... and you sell out. What about being fresh out of college with our dreams, passion and honor...us. What about the bonds, pinky swears, pricking of blood marital vows. Her eyes had no answers. She cried, loudest as her ex-boyfriend bolted not before passing the mill. He closed her door for good that mournful day, dismissing darkness, opening his wrath for her in his mind, yet what words or light can be exchanged? Uprooted and lost, he walked scarred over and over by her promise and lost love. That was thirty years ago and he still walks with her ghosts, and it still pains. LR-5/4/17
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
Lost Love
Lost Love He remembers that day many sad years ago it was sunny out, but soon a storm raged. He returned home early from work, eager to rest and nurse a cold. Eager to see his gorgeous wife fix him a delicious soup and give loving care, a remedy not. He caught a surprise. Was it then a hallucination? To see her ex's car in front of their house, fanning the flames in his heart? Or to imagine the house shaking, or to hear love noises howling from the rafters of contempt, as her fireplace warmed tempest. He sure hoped then... it had been a misfire it wasn't. He slowly opened the front door, walking decrepit and sad, like he was in hospice care. He could see the final script playing out, more so the tragic ending the trail of clothes, her ex-boyfriend's scent, calamity, and approaching closer the devil speaking louder. He opened the bedroom door to their parts caught in honey jars and scarlet red on his tainted wife over bed sheets of shame. Their eyes catch, both flush, and tearful, as breathing stopped, his melancholy eyes asking why? Why? What about the future  lily pods, our family, house, kids ... and you sell out. What about being fresh out of college with our dreams, passion and honor...us. What about the bonds, pinky swears, pricking of blood marital vows. Her eyes had no answers. She cried, loudest as her ex-boyfriend bolted not before passing the mill. He closed her door for good that mournful day, dismissing darkness, opening his wrath for her in his mind, yet what words or light can be exchanged? Uprooted and lost, he walked scarred over and over by her promise and lost love. That was thirty years ago and he still walks with her ghosts, and it still pains. LR-5/4/17
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To ill is scourge hazard of modern man; The way of life which tricked you leaves you weak. Before it pounced, prevent you must! You can, Your visions blur, your limbs cut, your times bleak. Avoid refined sweetness pure, you should know, The more you love to eat the more you crave; Your sweet tongue urged pleasures deals a cruel blow, The more you indulge, closer be your grave. This sickness gradual erosion of health, Like shrinking pools merciless sun would drain. A diabetic's woe: no amount of wealth, Could stop the vines that binds and break the chain. Without remedy and won't heal for good, So sweat, please monitor intake of food.
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
Diabetes; Sonnet #7
Trapped in this madness, This thing called love. Addicted 2 the sadness now my brains on drugs. In the eyez of a savage, tear stains turned blood Now torn is my status, **** the pain with the blunts &..... Hennessy Is the proper remedy For dealing with misery Killin it with the trees Blowing it in the air Wishin she still here But life is not fair She’s acting like she don’t care I’m a man baby girl, we make mistakes Sexing with other women but they can’t take ur place Something brown between my fingers and a bottle in my other palm Now she gone, and me I’m tryna move on Wishing.... that she was still seeing me Wondering..... what did she ever see in me? Tell me love, please you owe me that Now I’m sitting her with the **** and the cognac So I got a blunt in my right hand And I got this drink in my left hand And I’m just Drinking Smoking Drinking Smoking Tryna get you out my head And it hurts me more when I see That you’re happier without me So I’m Drinking Smoking Drinking Smoking Tryna get you out my head
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
Drinking and smoking
Doctor, doctor I’m feeling awfully ill When he’s gone it’s like my world is gone too And I’ve got serious symptoms of withdrawal My fever’s burning like a nasty flu. Doctor, doctor I am losing my head I’m addicted and I can’t get enough In a cold achy sweat I’m stuck in bed And desperate for another dose of love. Doctor, doctor you tell me there’s no cure No pill or remedy to ease my pain I guess I’ll always be left wanting more Until my last day when I go insane. Love’s a disease and I’m under the weather But it’s the only sickness that makes you feel better.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
LOVESICK
We assignment felonies, who got no melody It be a blessing to breathe but mans can't find the remedy. School work got us incubated, well tubed in Hospitalize for ages. Penned in these cages A constant grind on the daily. Once a man emancipate 8 to 5 is gonna hit him with a straight. From a frying pan to the fire He's been stuck in a sticky state. ******* in a system that's meant for retire That's what he gonna inspire. Beware to those who tryna finesse the system Life is gonna hit them with an intricate plot. If you can't Euro-step them in quick time It gonna be raps, just watch.
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
Educate
make love to her. Nice and slow, so you’d know what it feels like to be truly felt. Her body, soft in all the right places, your space tight, drawing him in. He wants to give her more than just pleasure— He wants to leave his mark fill her with more than just him but the essence of he; his seed So even, when the night fades and she's gone, his scent will still linger on her skin, like a whisper against, her ear - he's gone, but still there. his seed, the remedy, to bring them harmony
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Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC
remedy
• Fix me• Mend me•Stitch me•Overhaul me•Amend me• Alter me•Modify me •Enhance me•Patch me• Adjust me•Heal me•Correct me•Reform me•Shift me•Renew me•Remedy me•Rebuild me•Aid me•Assist me•Change me•Rectify me•Troubleshoot me•Revive me• Assemble me•Calibrate me• Service me•Love me• Repair me
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Repair Me
Your smile. . endlessly, my heart  searched for a vibe on another heart with which to resonate and found none. finding none, it  wandered endlessly like Infra-red rays seeking a suitable tempo upon which to strike an interference. i  wandered in search of a fertile land in a heart upon which to grow seeds of love, my head burrowed deep in a shell of restlessness... . but on that fateful day, too-good-to-be-true was your smile--- it caused my eyes to twitch, borrowed a beat from my heart, transforming my thoughts to an ode-- a prelude to better days . i still see that smile, lucid--- your lips opening like windows of love, revealing shiny white louvres of beauty (teeth) which opened to your tongue-- a valley flowing with sweetness as it goes down your palate like a parting curtain welcoming love... then you said "hi". . this friendship began with a smile, it deepened with the " hi" . i have tapped from the happiness let out from the windows of your heart-- your smile.. my heart no longer wanders, in your smile, it found rest . my greatest wish is to make this smile mine someday, plant a kiss on your lips, the happiness that dwells in there becoming a remedy to my malady. . . Chukwudera Michael
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Untitled
A man I once loved told me he wished I “cared more about my body” But I do care I care for every lump and curve as much as I hate them As much as he hated them I remember yearning for puberty A thing to make me tall And thin A biological fix for my PROBLEMATIC BODY Does he know the history? The gain and loss The bullies The pushed-into-puddles The nightmares I despise the power of his lips A lover disfigured That’s the vibe His words birthing a mantra of shame And I’ll never outrun this skin Thirty years later And he’s pushing me into a lake No principal to save me this time No dry clothes He left me years ago Found a much thinner replacement for my side of the bed It’s for the best I tell myself as I drunkenly throw rocks at his window “Don’t think Just eat” Is this just a game I play? Three glasses of whiskey and a Postmate Won’t chase the horror away Momentary pleasure (add guacamole) Is that enough? Will I ever be enough? No I am too much Too much skin Too much softness Too many folds Too much of me is filling up space That’s what they tell me I see the reflection and I hate all of this excess ME “I wish you cared more about your body” What is the remedy? A perfect diet A perfect exercise regimen Pills Sweat Porcelain Think before you speak on a body, sir Because your words alone Have the power to ignite a hell Of The Utmost Destruction His venom is still pulsing through me And I’m burning up I want to escape Crawl out from the water Become pure wind But how do I love me? How do I allow myself to occupy space? To stop hiding from every mirror, every glance at the ocean of my belly? I don’t know I’m not there yet I am on an opposite shore consumed by self-hatred Longing to set sail for somewhere Somewhere I can cherish the secrets that these sacred ripples of flesh hide Where my waistline is a treasure map of my wisdom A place where his words have no power Where I collapse into the sunset and set myself... F R E E
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
I Care About My Body
A man I once loved told me he wished I “cared more about my body” But I do care I care for every lump and curve as much as I hate them As much as he hated them I remember yearning for puberty A thing to make me tall And thin A biological fix for my PROBLEMATIC BODY Does he know the history? The gain and loss The bullies The pushed-into-puddles The nightmares I despise the power of his lips A lover disfigured That’s the vibe His words birthing a mantra of shame And I’ll never outrun this skin Thirty years later And he’s pushing me into a lake No principal to save me this time No dry clothes He left me years ago Found a much thinner replacement for my side of the bed It’s for the best I tell myself as I drunkenly throw rocks at his window “Don’t think Just eat” Is this just a game I play? Three glasses of whiskey and a Postmate Won’t chase the horror away Momentary pleasure (add guacamole) Is that enough? Will I ever be enough? No I am too much Too much skin Too much softness Too many folds Too much of me is filling up space That’s what they tell me I see the reflection and I hate all of this excess ME “I wish you cared more about your body” What is the remedy? A perfect diet A perfect exercise regimen Pills Sweat Porcelain Think before you speak on a body, sir Because your words alone Have the power to ignite a hell Of The Utmost Destruction His venom is still pulsing through me And I’m burning up I want to escape Crawl out from the water Become pure wind But how do I love me? How do I allow myself to occupy space? To stop hiding from every mirror, every glance at the ocean of my belly? I don’t know I’m not there yet I am on an opposite shore consumed by self-hatred Longing to set sail for somewhere Somewhere I can cherish the secrets that these sacred ripples of flesh hide Where my waistline is a treasure map of my wisdom A place where his words have no power Where I collapse into the sunset and set myself... F R E E
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at times we tend to think our democracy is safely founded and secure only eventually we recognize the need to constantly defend its fundamental rights work steadily against their stealthy abolition watch carefully the words of politicians        lest they betray what they pretend to say think twice for whom we cast our votes avoid contenders who too often bray      that these were not their quotes   listen to those who have good arguments      do not unleash too easy sentiments and in the end cast our votes when called in short   democracy turns out to be hard work      in case we shirk this      we soon pay the price unfree societies have known      dictatorship  corruption  vice have often needed centuries to remedy injuries done to find their four freedoms and to recognize democracy remains a living promise a brilliant idea with many faces always a work in progress
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
our democracy (a.k.a. work in progress)
1, for the slumber that tumbles us round, 2, for the remedy, the musics bold sound. 3, for the tree that became your canoe & 4 for the rain, it's ambiguous blue. 5, to escape, to a world we contrive, 6 for the tricks that I played to survive. 7, because heaven, is supposedly on earth, & 8 for my mother, and her unknown worth. 9 for the failures, the faults & mistakes, 10 for the fears that keep us awake. 11, for my father, consoles me each night, whispers advice crystal clear, filled with insight- words on courage & kindness, love & delight. 12- when you wake but it's already night. 13 forever, with strength glory and might, 14 with wisdom, discretion, insight- both numbers together sizing up every fight. 15, for my little sister, and all her turmoil, 15, for her spirit, the last one to spoil, she and the world but water and oil, 15 for her soul, and like the mighty cobra it's coil, deadly & graceful defends its home soil. 16 for the evil- the wicked & cruel, the endless hate they spin into fuel. 17, for reason, justice & art, and all the other virtues life etched on my heart, 18, to redeem, to admit your mistake, to truly move on then perhaps to retake. 19 for that shame, always the same, so familiar it almost comforts my brain. 19, for the suffering, agony & betrayal. 19 true stories retold as mere tales- how they surpass logic and induce other's fails. 20. For my years. For the moment, for now. For to the past I salute, and to the future I bow; All with the hope that next year I'll know how to do what everyone else can.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
20/20 Hindsight
1, for the slumber that tumbles us round, 2, for the remedy, the musics bold sound. 3, for the tree that became your canoe & 4 for the rain, it's ambiguous blue. 5, to escape, to a world we contrive, 6 for the tricks that I played to survive. 7, because heaven, is supposedly on earth, & 8 for my mother, and her unknown worth. 9 for the failures, the faults & mistakes, 10 for the fears that keep us awake. 11, for my father, consoles me each night, whispers advice crystal clear, filled with insight- words on courage & kindness, love & delight. 12- when you wake but it's already night. 13 forever, with strength glory and might, 14 with wisdom, discretion, insight- both numbers together sizing up every fight. 15, for my little sister, and all her turmoil, 15, for her spirit, the last one to spoil, she and the world but water and oil, 15 for her soul, and like the mighty cobra it's coil, deadly & graceful defends its home soil. 16 for the evil- the wicked & cruel, the endless hate they spin into fuel. 17, for reason, justice & art, and all the other virtues life etched on my heart, 18, to redeem, to admit your mistake, to truly move on then perhaps to retake. 19 for that shame, always the same, so familiar it almost comforts my brain. 19, for the suffering, agony & betrayal. 19 true stories retold as mere tales- how they surpass logic and induce other's fails. 20. For my years. For the moment, for now. For to the past I salute, and to the future I bow; All with the hope that next year I'll know how to do what everyone else can.
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How did you get here? Perhaps there was a big bang, and so you were. Maybe you hit the ground running as fast as your legs could take you. Was it so that you opened you mouth and words poured out perfectly? Perchance all that was obtainable was already yours. My journey was not of such ease. I was birthed after hours of labor. For every step I walked I fell six times before. For months my tears and laughs were my only way of expression. My parents, as many, knew patience. Our parents, our teachers, our siblings, even ourselves: we had patience. We are here because of it. Now we can marinate our meat for flavor, but we pop diet pills for fast results. Now we can slow cook our meals, but we abuse drugs to erase our sorrows. Now we can raise a baby, but we let go of precious relationships too easily. Now we can be a teacher, but we give up on ourselves. Patience is putting in the effort for results, even when we don’t see the results for weeks, even months. Patience is choosing the narrow road, even when the wide one is less lonely. Patience is taking all the loops, kinks, and bumps as they come; and not giving up after the first couple roadblocks. Patience is to love unconditionally, even if we have to step back for a little while. Patience is all rage; we all need more of it. We are all patients for patience, but we get too sick of waiting. Our doctor was there, our remedy too, but a cheap high walked past and we chased it.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
Patients for Patience
The Sparrow's song is my happiness A friend that darkness never takes A remedy to my greatest sadness And is always there when morning breaks As it flies through the forest singing The angelic tune brings comfort to all A true moment of simplicity rings Even as the sun again begins to fall In presence of the Sparrow's innocence We will always pursue it with diligence.
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Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Pursue Happiness With Diligence
Albert had an ARTHRITIC knee which gave him curry The core of a BOIL is oft hard to extract Yesterday June experienced a server stomach CRAMP Too much dry weather can cause the outer DERMAL layer to peel Never read in a poorly lit room for you'll have EYE strain After eating spicy pickles dad had bad FLATULENCE Some twenty eight years ago my friend Helen had her GALLBLADDER removed They say that a glass of water will stop HICCUPS From end to end our INTESTINAL tract is thirty foot long On Sunday afternoon John broke his JAW playing football Some people have very boney KNUCKLES One of my work colleagues is prone to getting LARYNGITIS Colin suffers terribly with MIGRAINE headaches Sometimes people tend to endlessly NAVAL gaze A woman's OVARIES need to be checked on a regular basis for any abnormalities The PANCREAS secrets a hormone known as insulin QUININE once was extensively used in the treatment of Malaria Since my sister has put on weight she cannot find her RIBS The STIRRUP bone lies within one's ear Dan Aykroyd the famous comic star has webbed TOES Should you bump your ULNA bone it may give you reason to groan The VARICOSE VEINS is great aunt Ruby's legs were very pronounced Does anyone know of a good remedy for unsightly WARTS At our local hospital we have an antiquated X-RAY machine As tiredness and weariness sets in one YAWNS quite a lot ****** ZOSTER can make a person constantly itch
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
ABC Poem (Medical Stuff )
I am 18 years old and I have seen more than enough. I have made it through the darkest nights where I just wanted to die. I am paying the consequences for the pain that others have cost me. I have scars and lines littering my body and I can not eat bread or go one day without thinking about calories. I am terrified of annoying people and can not fathom someone staying by my side forever. The demons will not leave but I have something stronger. Hope breeds eternal misery and they say relationships do not heal you but I have to disagree with that. My relationship with God, my Abba is the remedy.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
I Have Scars and Lines Littering My Body
She’s the girl who you'd always run back to, You’re the boy I’d always run back to. She’s the girl who gave you the chills with her beauty, You give me the chills with yours. It’s funny how times change, People you once loved now become strangers. But- she’s a parasite, Always latching onto you and taking what she can. A symptom of a parasite is disturbed sleep, She disturbs my sleep. When I close my eyes I see her eyes, Staring into yours. One cure for a parasite is coconut oil, But no oil or remedy will remove her. The thought of her makes me aggravated, Intimidated because really I’m giving her what she wants- you. I’d like to say everything was fine until she came along, However, she was always there. We are smooth like foundation, Then she comes along, our plates collide and the bumps in the road grow. Now, I’m not one to gamble, But I bet you’re talking to her right now. Sorry I mean, I bet she’s talking to you, Because we both know she can’t get enough. I know you feel bad for her and I know you love me, But why do you feel the need to type to x’s and give her promises I’ll make sure you won’t keep. See, bless her, she’s having trouble moving on, Clearly she loved you more than you loved her because you turned a page and started writing a new song. The girl doesn’t threaten me, I know we make each other feel new. The only thing that makes me hurt, Is how you aren’t letting her get over you. You compliment, flirt and put kisses, Just so she stays tame. But to her you compliment, flirt and put kisses, Because you clearly want her again. She’s the girl who you'd always run back to, You’re the boy I’d always run back to. She’s the girl who gave you the chills with her beauty, You give me the chills with yours. One cure for a parasite is coconut oil, You know her a lot better than me. Maybe she’s allergic to coconuts… Maybe.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
Coconut Oil (Original)
She’s the girl who you'd always run back to, You’re the boy I’d always run back to. She’s the girl who gave you the chills with her beauty, You give me the chills with yours. It’s funny how times change, People you once loved now become strangers. But- she’s a parasite, Always latching onto you and taking what she can. A symptom of a parasite is disturbed sleep, She disturbs my sleep. When I close my eyes I see her eyes, Staring into yours. One cure for a parasite is coconut oil, But no oil or remedy will remove her. The thought of her makes me aggravated, Intimidated because really I’m giving her what she wants- you. I’d like to say everything was fine until she came along, However, she was always there. We are smooth like foundation, Then she comes along, our plates collide and the bumps in the road grow. Now, I’m not one to gamble, But I bet you’re talking to her right now. Sorry I mean, I bet she’s talking to you, Because we both know she can’t get enough. I know you feel bad for her and I know you love me, But why do you feel the need to type to x’s and give her promises I’ll make sure you won’t keep. See, bless her, she’s having trouble moving on, Clearly she loved you more than you loved her because you turned a page and started writing a new song. The girl doesn’t threaten me, I know we make each other feel new. The only thing that makes me hurt, Is how you aren’t letting her get over you. You compliment, flirt and put kisses, Just so she stays tame. But to her you compliment, flirt and put kisses, Because you clearly want her again. She’s the girl who you'd always run back to, You’re the boy I’d always run back to. She’s the girl who gave you the chills with her beauty, You give me the chills with yours. One cure for a parasite is coconut oil, You know her a lot better than me. Maybe she’s allergic to coconuts… Maybe.
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I wanna be your daddy's girl and let you touch me all the time, anywhere you want to that makes me beg and whine ... to be your daddy's girl. It's hot it's wet, it's hungry; It's young and smooth and tight, It's longing for my daddy's touch, so wrong but  OOOOOhhh so right. Please me, tease me, I'm such a ***** girl! Spank me, lick me, **** me, pound my throbbing pearl. Touch me any way you want to, take me to your bed, tie me, try me, taste me all desires will be fed.. Daddy, read my journal. It's all here for you to see, Your Princess has a hunger, and you're my remedy.
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