"uncurable" poems
you are {short}term memory loss and i am alzheimers and we fit together like broken(glass)
you are homeless and i am full(ofhope) without an inspirational outlet so i'm going (sortof)crazy without you here
you are an almost forgotten past with alcoholic breath and i am starknaked bodies scattered all over
i stumble accidentally into chaos and you follow and i find myself saying, "that's your problem" but it's really mine.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:04 AM UTC
heartbreak is the most common illness.
love is insane. or maybe, love has just made me insane.
cancer kills. diseases **** plagues ****
heartbreak kills.
maybe not literally, maybe not pure true death,
but,
heartbreak kills.
sunsets fade, stars lose interest, flowers are pale and lifeless, and everything you see, smell, feel, hear
reminds you of the culprit of the illness.
heartbreak may not cause pure, true death,
but it induces the closest thing possible while still breathing.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
I looked you straight in the eyes
All you did was tell me lies
I just want all your love
praying to our God above
I told you exactly how I feel
All you said is "it's not real"
You make me feel pulled around
being pulled down on the ground
self-hate is what has occured
I wish my life could be blurred
The uncurable love disease
I don't think i can feel ease
I grab you shirt, to smell all night
then, everything seems alright
I wish I could see you now
but I feel like I should throw in the towel
Then you said something to change my mind
oh, those words were actually kind
You said I mean so much to you
but really, there's nothing we can do
250 miles away
WOW! That's so gay
We may talk really slow
but I promise, I won't let go.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
second chances
third chances
fourth chances
renewed trusts
replenished damaged belief
pride and prejudice
hurt and sadness
fifth chances...
making up
making out
waking up half ashamed
walking out half naked
walking off the emptiest night of your lives
forcing a smile
pretending to be fine
pretending to be fine
pretending to be fine
pretending to be fine
lying
knuckling under
lying
falling behind
pretending to believe each other
trustfalls
with
a
harness
trust
falling
apart
trust broken forever.
sixth chances...
tears-----
weeping-----
sobbing-----
gnashing of teeth-----
staring into the mirror blankly at 3am
crying yourself up until 9
glass shard pressed smoothly
against your wrist
total darkness...
undoable sadness...
uncurable brokenness...
unsatiable...
irrevocable...
irreversible...
-------seventh chances
pain.
------eighth chances
cries.
------ninth chances
lies.
-------tenth chances
more 'last' goodbyes.
et cetera
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Secure the perimeter.
Seal off the contaminated sector.
Where is my shield & protector.
Build a mote around the castle.
Close the draw bridge.
Recruit some muscle.
Quick let's hustle.
Canon ***** to the ridge.
Cut off their army. Seize fire.
They are too old & need to retire.
Bullet proof suits, that are fashionable & cute.
Steel toe boots, loaded guns.
You can't out run.
War is not peaceful or fun.
Violence is not the answer.
An uncurable cancer.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
I suffer from a disease that goes by the name of Loneliness.
It's an ancient affliction;
some sick kind of curse,
and those who know it best often boast: it's the worst.
But every now and then,
I look around me to see some fat cow in the company of a dead-eyed chudd -
spewing out a slew of inanities for lack of the cud.
He finally shuts her up with a kiss on the mouth,
as they walk off hand in hand.
I think to myself:
"How in the hell did they find a cure,
but I can't?"
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
we don't realize the bird's beautiful song is sung for us
telling of a story that is so brutally truthful
that it almost resembles glory
their gratious tune fills the world where there is silence
giving mother earth a song to dance to
as it constantly stays in it's orbit so effortlessly
the sun shines down & all i want to do is absorb all the beauty that surronds me
but my mind continues to drown my heart & soul
with sorrow and an uncurable apathy
i crave knowledge so i learn as much as i can
but not by reading things like the encyclopedia or the dictionary
for true knowledge grows in the trees
and in each blade of grass
too often our man made weapons and machines
**** our only source of intelligance with technology
however, we musn't forget even our feet trample upon the earths diminishing beauty
so with each ray of the powerful sun
i learn the importance of why not to run;
we must face our own fears and problems
before we ourselves can learn to grow
& all i strive to be: is as pure as the snow
so i will jump into the river
when the ice is just begining to melt
because the coldness lets me understand
all the past pain that i have felt
but while i lay in my own garden of eden
a snake slithers to my side
already i know if i try to run, i will not be able to ever hide
for this very serpent has created a home in my heart
without my knowledge of it's doing so
& yet i still cannot repent
leaving my sorrows to continuously grow
i look around to only notice i am laying in a bed of weeds that are unkind
while my enemy plants his evil seeds into my fragile mind
and when i finally realize i am doing his deeds
my eyes can finally see his scales have me in a bind
i see the beauty in his tongue that can only speak of hate
than i suddenly i feel his sharp teeth sink into my soul
that results in my tragic fate
i begin to tell myself i never want to leave my youth
for i don't mind being ignorant, naive, and oblivious
and that simply is the truth
Jan 7, 2010
Jan 7, 2010 at 10:40 AM UTC
Do you know how deeply it hurts to miss someone even when they are sitting right next to you. I've been on a sadness lately that's uncurable. My chest feels empty and hallow and everything is dark. The dark can be peaceful and soothing but when you're missing someone like hell and feeling alone, it's a suffocating atmosphere. Sometimes I just want to grip you by the shoulders and yell out that I miss you, I miss you terribly. You make me happy and lately the sky's have all been a saddening blue.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
Life,
The four letter word that breeds new possibility with every escape of the mouth.
The illusion of created matter fluttering which ever way,
Taking the shapes of new forms but impossibly diceitful if it's all the same to you, really.
Life,
Oh, is that what you call it?
The birthing canal, the test-drive, the labryinth.
The uncurable dicease, like bleeding sores after entering a forest you probably should have avoided.
Those sores, those sores, those uncurable sores!
I'm covered in sores and you folks call this life.
Scratching the surface only makes it worse.
Diving in deep, the depths,
Black and blue because the insides are bruised, too, is the only way out.
Last night, or maybe last year, or maybe a past life,
If it's all the same to you, really,
I froze in fear like the look on a fishes scaly, wet face when he realizes what's to come of him and this hook in his mouth.
My immediate reaction was to vacate immediately.
But what do I fear? What am I trying to vacate?
Oh, right,
It's only me.
-Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:11 AM UTC
Does it feel good,
calling her a freak?
Do you realize,
It makes her feel weak?
I hope your happy,
With yourself
Because she's at home
Going through hell
She sits in her room,
Tears down her face,
All you ever say,
Is she's a waste of space
She pulls out a razor,
Wanting it to end.
All she ever wanted.
Was to have a friend.
The deeper the cut,
The better she feels,
Do you feel bad,
That they'll never heal,
Covered in blood,
Tears on her cheek,
Crying at the thought,
It will happen next week.
Your word cut deep,
Worse than a knife,
And you still continue,
To destroy her life.
Week by week,
Year by year,
The words 'I'm sorry'
Are all she wants to hear.
To know someone cares,
Or at least feels regret,
Could be the difference,
Between life and death.
Weeks go by,
The apology isn't said,
The teasing gets worse.
She hears voices in her head.
Spur of the moment,
Her decision is made.
On her neck,
She feels the blade.
One last cut,
Will end it all.
One more slit,
Until the angel will fall.
You could have stopped,
Saved her from it.
But you didn't,
Why couldn't you quit?
Her fates have been decided,
You have to live with guilt,
All because of,
The depression you built.
A simple smile,
An apology.
And you wouldn't be hearing.
This eulogy.
I hope you feel guilty,
You had her chance,
But you ripped her to pieces,
Without a second glance.
She's uncurable,
Forever she sleeps,
You just sit there,
Continue to weep.
She's gone for good,
There's nothing left to do,
Her smile, her face,
Will always haunt you.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
SUNDAY
written: July 13, 09 sunday (of course)
simplicity just isnt me
intricate intamacy
leaves me breatheless
helpless
don't leave me here naked
stripped of all i am
don't leave me here now to die in my shame
and give into my concioius screaming my name
this is where you take away the pain
you inflict on me
help me breathe
please
and i broke
though i swore i wouldn't
and i only blame myself
and they tell me i shouldn't
i should hate you
for only wanting this from me
but i couldn't stand too make you unhappy
your miserable
and i pity your insanity
and i'm terrible
for trying to make you happy
at least that's what they think
i'm torn
and i don't want to do this anymore
but i can't stand to let you go cuz it'd hurt you,hurt me more then you know
you help me breathe
the only thing keeping me sane while pushing me over the edge of insanity
the pain oh the pain
let me pull up my pants
i can't unless you tell me your satisfied with me
finally happy
ive given up fighting agaist your hands
someday they'll understand why i can't live without them
your invisible touch
suduction that inspires my ****** lust
for you
this is all i have to do
to prove to you i'm true
pocessed by you
obsessed with you
undress for you
because you asked me too
pocessed by you
obsessed with you
undress for you
because you need me too
it's the least i can do
for someone so upset
for someone who needs me
i can't hold regret
for you, i'll never forget
though remembering makes me sick
a lifetime of this uncurable illness
a sacrafice i took to try to save you from your disease
and i'd willing die naked to save you from your suffering
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
When you know that tomorrow
you may not be alive
because of an uncurable illness
you will change your eyes
you would do your best today
cherishing every moment
savouring the taste of life
seeing everything under a different light.
New hues, nuances and shades
that were hidden from your sight
due to familiarity
because of wrong focus.
What if we decided to live like that?
what if we really made the choice to live and not exist
To be present in the now
Not worrying about the future
or regretting what lies behind.
Cause in the end you may not have an uncurable illness
But there's no assurance that tomorrow our eyes will be able to glare the sunlight.
So live.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
On a stormy afternoon in the middle of December, I awoke to the crash of lightning outside my window, startled and jolted awake. At first, I thought I must be dreaming-why would a girl be standing out there in the rain at this time of night. Yet there she was, as I saw again, the light smashing through the sky again illuminating her windswept locks, soaked to the bone. This, was Mary Elizabeth as I would come to know her-and she truly was a remarkable entity. A dreamer, no doubt was she, as well as eternally cursed with an uncurable case of wanderlust. She dreamed of the mountains, rising high with her spirit into the sky, and was beautiful. In looks, you ask? Well yes, but more so was her soul. That spirit of hers coupled with her kind heart led her to be the one, and remarkable Mary Elizabeth I was about to meet outside my window.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
*You twisted my words
How nicely you made it seem
As though I was the one
Who had turned to ice before your heart had melted
Sorry is a strange land
It lives somewhere between denial and acceptance
Is a truth worth the burdon of unhappiness
I will take back all that was mine
And hold my own face in my hands
Your palms were so warm for a while
against my tender skin
which beckoned for the touch of another
Tears fall
But im glad to be back in my own skin once more
I will turn the music up far too loud
And dance in my mind to the journey that will now begin
Never an ending to this madness
Thank you
Im not sure what ive learnt this time around
But thankyou all the same for
Spending a little time
Drinking a little wine
Dancing beneath the sheets
To the uncurable desire
Known as lust
When the dust settles
You may understand
But I doubt it ...*
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
Dull, it seems to have a beat of its own
Lacking life, emotion, it tears me apart
Uncurable by any pills
Intense, it keeps me awake
Jabbing pains, needle-like
I can feel it behind my eyes
Reaccuring, it's never gone for long
A few seconds relief, barely savored
It never ends
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
I think the worst part about it is the horrible physical pain. Your body crunches and folds into itself and you want to scream out- just like if you had broken a bone or something. But that's the thing. There's no casts or bandages to put on it- no relief, no immediate treatment. You can't go to the hospital and have them fix you. You can sit in the back of the car and let someone drive you around for hours-scream all you want, cry all you want. But the truth is you're going nowhere and neither is this pain. Nothing numbs it. Nobody can make it go away, especially not you. So keep screaming. It doesn't get better.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
**I spent all my days and nights,
Either with you or in my dreams.
But I'm sorry you didn't felt that,
Neither you heard my heart's painfull screams.
Just in a sec you said to me
"No more, we can't be together."
You just left an uncurable wound,
On my Heart forever.
It really hurts a lot and I am dieing,
Searching for you again.
I need your Love and that essence of yours,
To cure inside and outside pains.
The time did took all my pains,
But it couldn't take away the marks.
The marks that you just left on me,
And left me alone in the dark.
But I succeed the test of time,
Forgetting all the pain and wrath,
I take take you as lesson to me,
And you will never see me on your path.
If by luck, I meet you somewhere,
On the intersecting road of Life,
I will thank you because of you today,
I am happy and am able to strive.**
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
restless nights and restless hearts
I've discovered,
cannot be cured with
self-pity
and sadness
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
emotions racing, overpouring in my chest
uncontrollable laughing, untamed smiling
unleashed from their passive state-
those dark days of indifference
a disorder is apparent in the psychology of my mind
a memory awoken, a thought forgotten
a breaking, an uncaging
causing my emotions to overflow
when i hold i can't stop holding
when i grasp i can't stop grasping
an obsession is settling at the seems of my conscience;
an uncurable urge to deduce and understand
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
It was not your ordianary Monday
for it was all mourning.
Just wanted that day to end
for my heart was broken.
It was never easy to be okay
for I was terribly hurting.
Just when will it all stop
for I am in need of healing.
Broken it is, unmeandable.
My heart is torn, uncapable.
It scorches inside, untolerable.
Like my being been ruined, uncurable.
Oh, it is hurting, tormenting.
When will it stop?
The pain is to much.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
I spent all my days and nights,
Either with you or in my dreams.
But I'm sorry you didn't felt that,
Neither you heard my heart's painfull screams.
Just in a sec you said to me
"No more, we can't be together."
You just left an uncurable wound,
On my Heart forever.
It really hurts a lot and I am dieing,
Searching for you again.
I need your Love and that essence of yours,
To cure inside and outside pains.
The time did took all my pains,
But it couldn't take away the marks.
The marks that you just left on me,
And left me alone in the dark.
But I succeed the test of time,
Forgetting all the pain and wrath,
I take take you as lesson to me,
And you will never see me on your path.
If by luck, I meet you somewhere,
On the intersecting road of Life,
I will thank you because of you today,
I am happy and am able to strive.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
I'm like this again
It's an uncurable disease,
Just keeps on coming back
Making me want to die
I'm also afraid to die
I really want to live
I really want to want to live
But I still feel like this,
And I can't live with it
You say you love me,
They say they miss me,
Some even wants to be with me,
I can't believe a word they say
I can hear it, but not understand
Or feel it
Makes no sense at all,
why I still feel all alone
Might be that I never let them through,
Noone knows what's going on,
Going on inside my mind,
All my broken thoughts, hopes, wishes and dreams
Crushed into the one thing
That I've always been able to feel,
and to understand;
The strong and powerful pain
It's like it's always with me,
Even when I am starting to feel fine,
It's still with me,
the pain then starts to rain all over me
It won't ever go away from me
Can't I ever be free?
Why have I felt like this forever?
I thought things would get better,
I always do, but it never lasts
The pain takes me straight back
It never tells when it's going to strike
But when it strikes, it strikes
I'm certain of that
Will this be my future?
Day in and day out...
A glimpse of happiness,
Then just excruciating pain
Like there's no way out
You give and then you take
Everything that's left on the plate
More than you gave
Just to leave me with less
When I started to lose my suppress
I'm now suppressed to a whole new extent
I'm afraid to tell,
paranoid in every way,
A sound here, a shadow there
Someone wants me, I have to hide
They all want to take me down
Don't go outside, you'll be destroyed
The sun will melt you,
the rays will burn you,
And the daylight,
It will destroy you...
My mind says things I know aren't true,
But If I open up my state of mind,
I don't know if I'll get cured
I'm afraid to be ridiculed
I'm afraid to be looked down upon
I'm afraid to be framed
I'm afraid to be deceived
I'm afraid to be lied to
I'm afraid to be ruined
But must of all,
I'm afraid of growing old...
To die alone and unloved,
filled with unfulfilled dreams,
Years of depression and guilt
Of all the life I never lived
Wasted time, wasted memories
Just because of fear
how can I bear?
I doubt everyone's intentions
Even my own
In my heart,
I don't even know where I belong
I don't want to take my life, I want to start my life
My disease complicates my soul
When it rains at the most,
it turns into an ocean, I've been here before
The question is...
Will I swim through this time too,
or will this be the time I drown?
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Can people change? That's one of the hardest question I've stumbled upon.
I've seen so many people change throughout my life.
My parents, my family, my friends.
Everybody's changing.
But when i look into a mirror, i don't just see glass that reflects light.
I see such an unchanged math problem that we might known as constant.
I see, myself.
Being constant is not the same as being consistent.
It's not a wordplay that everyone could mix it up.
Those two not even homophones.
Being consistent is sometime a thing that we could be proud of.
And yet being constant is
an illness that I haven't find the cure of.
I'm not saying that it's uncurable.
What I'm saying is
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of being an unchanged variable that doesn't know how to change.
I'm sick of being a constant that is easily scratch out in a derivative.
Who are scared of the slightest change that eliminates.
I'm sick of being a constant that is negligible during a definite integration.
Who are disposable when the such circumstances are known.
All I'm saying is,
I'm sick of being a constant.
And for now,
I want things to change.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 5:55 AM UTC
I don't have an insurance
Because first I've got to have a life
I know, as a small fish, I am nothing,
But easy prey, a bee with no hive.
A simple, fragile, ***** little boy.
The one, that nobody wants to protect,
The one without any meaningful joy,
The one that has only a wasted intellect.
I really hat'to force myself
The childish rebel's pathetic lines,
All the noise of vengeance
Around the pure signal of life.
I loved so many, so bad, blind
I thought of it as an illness...
An uncurable lover's mind
So come, be my witness.
It is whatever you say,
A weakness, madness, stupidity,
But I am more than sure that hell is
Where I go if you let me.
And I know, that I shouldn't cry,
I know that power and strength are out there
Waiting for me as well as
Love, but still I can't care,
Because
All they care for is how much?
All I have is a lack of all,
Inertia and no sense of touch.
Now I am left to the shackles
Of others' painful, split, smart lies
No wonder I'm as good as mad
As a lost and broken, junk
Đevice
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC