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Lindsay Marie Nov 2013
Distractions and psychiatry
Helping to cope with the truth
Doctor, tell me the diagnosis
An acute case of wasted youth.

These days spent tethered away
To their life measuring machines
Listen for the steady rhythm,
The weak chorus my heart sings.

My empty eyes are fixed staring,
A weak voice’s whispered begging
Bring me an end to the agony
The pain of my frail body failing.
ab Mar 2017
your walls of
salt and blood
beckon me back,
the fish carved into the ceiling
seem to say none
but
"welcome home, friend"

the bruises covering my arms
where the veins should be
tell your story,
my freezing blood
drums in my teeth,
i am unsure.

the white band around my wrist
is my only defining factor.

i am no different from the other kids
sick with exhaustion
and
sick with anxiety
and
sick.

cartoons from my childhood
are running on the tv
and the icy saline
creeps up my spine,
keeping my mind silent.

but really i am cold
and it is late
and i am tired,
but if i sleep
what if i never awaken?

it has happened before.

every time i nearly faint
the thought of going back
hammers my temples,
and i need the break.

but they are annoying
and the most dangerous places to be
alone with your thoughts.

am i insane for enjoying
being sick for a while?

but soon the loneliness
creeps back into my bed
and i cannot wait to leave

until i get back
and i wish i was alone
once again
~the bruises still ache in my joints
Lieve Oct 2013
For what it is worth,
I have been drunk on self-loathing and
halitosis since our separation
for the sole reason that
brushing my teeth
is only necessary if
kissing is mandatory
which is quite often the case
at least in well built relationships.
Actually, we did not
have one of those, I suppose
because you obviously
never brushed your teeth.

From here on out
I swear to hook up with
only those in the field of dentistry,
and only if they believe
it is ***** to do ***
in lab coats
surrounded by extracted pediatric teeth.
In a hospital with glass walls they can't hide their problems
as the newborn screams and the cancer depletes
the cycle of life is witnessed like a dream
vivid in this reality the harshness of their insanity,
purely demographically calculating each catastrophe
Anxiety and depression, broken bones and unlearned lessons,
overflowing pediatric wings and incomprehensible fallacies
how many angels have to fall before they finally change something?
the way it is just isn't working
genetically modifying the health and well being of humanity
is devil-like control that we've given out freely
each one of us is just as guilty
of giving in without even thinking
they've designed it not only to be easy,
but required, legally
prepared for the community
to not take it so peacefully
"You can't make me" becomes a felony
and a ticket can be written for anything
don't get caught with your hands in your pockets day dreaming...
you silly dreamer human being
theres laws against speaking free, although the constitution disagrees
the law wasn't given it's own set of wings
and jealous was he so he created a scene
and made it seem like a city was their dream
when it never really came close to being
handing out medications and monthly vaccines
instead of homegrown natural remedies
Nat Lipstadt Oct 2024
seethe ~ bubble up as a result of being boiled,

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sunrise was 714 am in nyc
this perfect fall day,
chilled to perfection,
a white wine of a day,
so imbibe,
only later does it
heat up up and onwards
to the temp where the
walkers/joggers/runner recite
hallelujahs and hosannas while
moving at their own chosen pace,
in a state of warm southern comfort,
never a racing

lest
the poems
now seething, boiling-burning
bubbling up inside
into the atmosphere explode!

all of these
early warming~warning inspirations,
now~expressed,
realized flickers of
original ex-impressions,
cannot be contained in
an open field unsupported,
these
breech babies each,
in a pediatric ICU,
demanding an
instantaneous airy concoction
to Earth’s atmospheric
literary intoxication

they use:
up hard, a dice roll,
who lives
who wilts,
that docs cannot but
obey
the fetus’s insistence,
many instructions,
push pull breathe,
must the. be given forthwith
through to our
servile waiting
uterine fingertips,
for we human are just be
~ings,
nurturers of
verbal artifacts
that never die

in
an~always~at~the~ready,
in service to
the great conceptual,

poetic in/justice
what happens when I walk the streets
assaulted and assailed
by rapid fire poetic insights
exploring, exploding
inside
Mads Jan 2014
I am not a number.
I am more.
I'm a rhythm.
A clock, circadian,
A heart beat,
The music inside me.
I am a rhythm.

I am not a score.
I am more.
I'm a movement.
An individual, its
Like a non-religious transcendentalist,
A dancer, prancer,
An accidental fall.
I have a purpose.
I am a movement.

Who are you?
A number?
A score?
An A?
B?
C?
See?
Its not you, its how we were raised to be.

Thirteen years in a structured school
Teaching you only how to earn points
And memorize facts.

But I want to be smart.
An astrophysicist
An anthropologist
A pediatric psychologist

I want to own a home.
Lease a car.
Pay my bills.
Invest my money.

Where do I learn to do all that?

Look into your future,
Inside your dreams.
How do you get there?
How do you find
What seems
To be impossible?

Let me tell you,
Its possible.
Education
Filled with learning,
Filled with ACTUAL learning.
And motivation.
Its a structure,
But its home.
Its a routine,
Its a family.

Its in your head.
You create your setting.
The gloomiest day, with a smile on your face
And you've already become more.

When you want education,
You'll find it.
You'll find it with passionate teachers,
And summer camps,
And clubs
And sports
And, AP stats?

When you push yourself forward,
You'll feel pressure backwards,
But it won't drag you down,
If you don't let it.

It's a choice to make.
You'll be here anyways.

Its that day you walk across that stage
And find the smiles of your peers
And realize that although you're still here,
You're moving forward.

I know that I am more.
Than my 11th grade AP test score.
I know that I am more,
Than my homework,
Than my scars,
Than the number of marks
That are on my arms.
Than my rank,
My GPA,
Or any standardized test I took on a Saturday.
Than the number of hugs that I get when cry,
Or the number of graduates who will say good-bye.
Because at the end of the day
Or right here and right now
Or whatever cliche
I know I can say

I am more.
I wrote this to be spoken. I hope it sparks some philosophical thinking in students.
Bob B Mar 2017
DOA
The recent Trumpcare plan encountered
Limited chances for survival.
It hacked away at Obamacare
And found itself dead on arrival.

The plan was altered to have more appeal
To the House Freedom Caucus. Why?
The House Freedom Caucus supports
The freedom to get sick and die.

Cutting ten essential services°
Made the proposed plan a sham
By turning it into a possible
Nightmarish insurance scam.

Praise to the members of Congress who
For the RIGHT reasons boldly decried
The plan proposed by Paul Ryan--
A plan laced with cyanide.

Affordable health care for all
Should be our principal goal.
Profit-making insurance companies
Shouldn't be getting out of control.

Trump says, "Let's just watch
Obamacare keep imploding,"
As saboteurs continue to take
Shots at the plan and keep reloading.

Republican leaders don't really want
To fix what we have, to tweak or massage it;
They want to see Obamacare fail
By letting companies sabotage it.

People first, then money.
Let's keep our priorities straight
And not let cold avarice thrive
While health and compassion disintegrate.

(3-25-17) By Bob B

°Ten essential services to be cut:
1. outpatient care
2. emergency room trips
3. in-hospital care
4. pregnancy, maternity and newborn care
5. mental health and substance abuse disorder services
6. prescription drugs
7. rehabilitative services
8. lab tests
9. preventive services
10. pediatric services
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
New Museum of the Death Penalty
Black mother of the United States
beautiful black and white people
are good cities, towns, men, women
ēyiwe ****** Evelyn green plant
in Australia, girls and women
three continents, continents,
South Africa, South -My and
the United States, the United States,
Italy, Asia, the stars of the Greek-Turkish
white tomorrow, tomorrow, green,
air, Christians, yellow moon,
the worst in children's morning
food rainbow Russia rudiyeni,
real football game,
the police offer free images of women in Africa
and are free from soil.
LIO Life The Garden of Nature is a natural garden.
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of our hands. Brazil wisdom art agreement,
love, walls, romantic love, the Spanish regulation,
the second church, the voice of Jesus,
the aunt, the wind, ancient Chinese ideas,
the European king of coffee determine
the information that in Arabian happiness,
is an alcoholic environment sometimes
complicated area of ​​his favorite WILLIAM.
William Lane Lane computer computers
ye'inigiliyeni Museum and soft sounds,
beginning with the recognition of China
China inidemiyešedigu Igor iyimoši
how long index finger fingers has yepenicheridi
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quickly my children Grammy
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night bejipiši impressing words
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new mothers and mothers
with mothers and mothers
country of the United States,
a white woman, a white woman
with a long city city life queen
female girls night Stage
waitress on Friday night,
Australia, Africa, women's
eyes among the first T
countries of the American
continent, Georgia, Italy,
Prince of the Best Organization,
Asian, Taroko Target stars at darkness in England,
bigger ships, hair, hair, blue hair, beloved, Canada,
Canada, history of Canada,
the gentleman's fire has changed.
Your mother, yenegomewochi, hope for the future,
the heat, the cold, the son of these Christians,
the yellow moon, a golden color,                   years, years, years, years, years, full and complete life of the child
Life Park (ANC) singing children's
songs to life. x Rob This is the child's hand from the permanent date. Brazil agreement Art wisdom, wisdom,
love, and behavior change,                                                      disp­utes lovers,
wireless terms, Spanish, second
church, Son, Jesus, donkey, wind,
ancient Chinese ideas, coffee,
king read to open the information
of the European Union in the middle of the country,
the United States of America.
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prices tanned House nišidochi
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adult women in Australia
and women three continents,
Africa, South Africa, US,
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stars girikichi Greece, Turkey,
tomorrow, green, air, Christians
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Dylan Mcconnell Jan 2018
I've survived 9 suicide attempts.
Been in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) twice
And
Lived to tell the tale.

I've been molested and *****.
Been able to tell my story in multiple ways.
And
Lived to tell the tale.

I'm not a survivor.
No.
I'm a liver.
I've done my surviving phase. That was miserable.
Now?
Now I live.
Not sure what the actual heck this is?
Patricia LeDuc Jan 2022
You were born too soon
I was a fixture in the Pediatric ICU
Being alone with no one to share my fears was unbearable
So, I prayed day and night for my baby daughter
But it wasn’t meant to be
When your precious breath no longer could be felt
I cradled you to my *****
Your eyes closed forever
I held you until the end
I swelled with fear
Would I ever find peace?
Yes…
Her life will mean something
Her eyes will see again
Her heart will beat again
Some child will be made whole
To save another mother the pain of losing a child
If only you knew.…you were so loved
Softly the words came to my heart

~I knew Mommy I knew~
befalling beloved Khurana's

https://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/news/local/
Montgomery-County-Small-Plane-Crash-527480941.html

Published Aug 8, 2019 at 7:03 AM |
Updated at 1:14 AM EDT on Aug 9, 2019

The missus shrieked
with horror watching
and hearing in
disbelief and shock
catastrophe costing
three precious lives,
Macbook Pro laptop
wallpaper agonizing reminder

(though poem previously written
subsequently mailed to
immediate family relations),
I still feel numb
(albeit NOT comfortably)
reconciling inexplicable reality
with recollection to distill

their true value
when yours truly and kin
(sleeping spouse plus,
our two grown daughters)
lived on Greentree Lane
about three doors up
quite some years ago,

yet their untimely deaths
affect me weeks later
thus poetic memoriam
culled out and begged
express impossible mission
attempting to comprehend
profound loss community

of medical professionals
still must experience
stunned with grief
already latter half month
of August 2019 elapsed.

Though only casual acquaintance
husband/ wife doctors
Jasvir Khurana professor of pathology
and laboratory medicine
at Temple University
Lewis Katz School of Medicine
with a focus on bone pathology
and Divya Khurana (respectively)

a professor of pediatrics and neurology
at Drexel University
College of Medicine,
specializing in pediatrics,
sleep medicine and pediatric neurology
earned national recognition
as decades long leader in epilepsy
and mitochondrial disorder.

Nineteen year old daughter,
Kiran Khurana
youngest of two daughters
graduated Harriton High School
two thousand eighteen
in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania
sadly also perished
single-engine Beechcraft Bonanza
crashed behind homes
along Minnie Lane near
Morris Road in Upper Moreland.
(this endeavor more self directed to progeny,
whose psyche wounded, strafed, and nicked.)

Incumbent upon me own
     purring impetus, a sincere
desire arose NOT to ask
     thee anything, but mere
lee accept father's shortcomings,
     which time constraint here
which poetic expression hoop
     fully evokes thee dear

daughter (Eden Liat,
     a whip smart,
     mature first born),
     who didst bear
witness to unpleasant
     super charged rage
     undoubtedly breeding aversion,
anger, disgust, hostility, embarrassment,

     estrangement, hatred, ill-will,
     loathing, repugnance, shame
     when we lived at
     1148 greentree Lane,
     and 734 West Railroad Avenue
neither riches such
     as precious metals,
     jewels, gems, et cetera,

     could never buy
thee equivalent of
     an admirable, equitable,
     and inimitable
     "star student" die
ving (figuratively) into
     the thick of life,
     which grueling, sans fierce

     exertion bore fly
ying colors, where Lower
     Merion academic instructors
     (kindergarten to twelfth grade) high
lee touted your
     above average aptitude
viz, dominant intellectual
     bent intrinsically, genetically,

     and enigmatically brewed,
which "smarts,"did
     advantageously inc clued,
perhaps even a sum mattering
     of intelligence quotient
     girl scout points froom this dude
yielded a metaphorically harmonically,
     and compositionally complex

     cerebral edifice etude,
oh...and of course being
     nursed by "mother"
     as moost vital infant food
to foster (long hall)
     robust body, mind
     and spirit that
     did more good

then harm (I hardly
     aver no critique
     posed against breast milk)
case in point attributes
     your physical health,
     when rarely did thee ail
accessing apportioned medicaid
     resources, the pediatric

     service provider would avail
exempt from common
     child hood diseases
     (nearly all eradicated -
     at least in this country)
     with proven inoculations,
     which only minimally caused
     uncomfortable side affects,

     and for the most
     part did derail,
yet...no matter this dada
     strove not to fail
as thee paternal parent,
I recognize resentment,
     that oft times burst forth
     like a furious gale

     (putting dear old Florence -
     yes her of cane to shame)
if this muggle able and willing
     to wave a magic wand,
     and turn back
     the hands of time
he would revisit those
     instances, when hurtfulness

     thee em man hint
     beautiful darling daughter,
    would even resort to mime
to communicate the
     inadvertent hostile environment,
     ye and the Punim unfairly weathered
     asper blistering crime,
asthma person appeared as a ***,

when this "sir" with hate,
     and/or mother
appeared ill suited tubby
     legal birthright guardians
     in part attributed,
one or both of us
     vowing school of hard knocks
     tubby a flunked out “FAKE” alum.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2019
the day i learned
that the band ****** jesus
with their song
i'm the mountain
wasn't some u.s.a.
trucker fetish,
or anything related
to the u.s.a.,
and was a bunch
of ukranians...
  well... the day...
          just like any other
in the marginal fabric
of realism...
something worth
forgetting,
or engaging with
   on the basis of: it works...
like a button
and a button-hole
on a shirt...
   or a belt,
fastened around
the waist..
or: **** yeah -
i have never heard of
people ingesting
hallucinogenic fungus
huddling under an
open umbrella
indoors...
                like:
the grand tales of
the kingdom of non-irish
gnomes...
but i still live
in a society
whereby: ****
is offensive, blurred out
when the A-crux of a breath
and the mind that knows
its spelling, interacts
with the tongue, lips and teeth
and: gobshite...
but **** is a sorry sorry no,
while ***** is:
the best traffic we'll ever
going to get...
  shush the ****-aroo,
dim-wit!
    savvy ser, savvy
blossom kills... yes sure you R...
which never required
a vowel to be bothered with...
given we're all so
minimalistic, these days...
i am the who-mountain:
   and that-valley...
        which is pin-point
for...
       and all that became
life as what was scuttled for
the baron of: the lottery...
  how homeless people
are never obese,
and the obese are never
homeless...
        and how the homeless
nomad cult:
with no jew willing...
cool-quiff of worded
obnoxiousness makes
pyramids of:
   the stuff you mould
with that sand?
yeah... i ****** on it.
- and life is all the all that
it can ever be...
               i almost fake
having an identity
whenever a stretch
my limps,
and encounter a public
scrapheap of:
what never becomes
history, the news,
or a library...
         a lot of times:
i even forget that i have
a face...
      i hyper-inflate
my literacy,
and then loße it to the emoji
franchiße...
                the world continues:
i accept a gruelling fact...
i pardon myself before it,
and letter my insignia
to unfathom a...
     pervading scarcity
of cogito on a canvas of
dasein...

   telling myself:
all the cogito i will ever
encounter, is limited
in the verb dynamic of
classical physics & interaction...

intraction?

           the world & its worth
of being concerned with it...
is not stand: upon the basic
of any search for being...

a thought:
the basilisk of Crimea...
  congested, private vocabularies...
made public...
    
   i almost forgot to have
to succumb to the want
of being understood...
in that:
          i made myself remember:

you can't see or hear:
****...
but you can see in transit
a case for ******...
choice: choosey reader...

so ******* polite,
so pertinent...
but it seems...
i forgot to don a top-hat!

scripted read (creed, reed, A(h))...
and i to have
confused the locus of
the 'ed and rhomb'us
of the rarity in: red...

             past...

          the travelling
circus... who's who's curiosity?
who is who's curiosity?

      favorite movie
character?

     one liner & opening:
no thanks turkish... i'm sweet enough
  bricktop...

    but all these observations
are not worth the business
of employing the hounds
of the  pediatric nature / stipend /
allure...

as i found it strange:
that the world:
"simply"... happens...
         and...
                         it will continue to
do so...
while i... will not even
have to make a remote place:
such as the position
i am in...
     to be held accountable
for...
it not even "being" so:
to begin with!

       oh... we're long past
a genesis...
                   i am anonymous,
but thrice over:
unaccountable for...
   for whatever reason
people make themselves
accounted for:
notably in epitaphs...

             unless...
by the "luck" of a grotesque
freak accident...
or a scam...

                 the world is
so pristine...
in its drama escapades...
it's not even that
i'm afraid of stepping
into the water
for fear of drowning
in it...
   i call it a case of...
lethargy to counter
the intricacies of triviality
of the world-riddled
people:
who are sometimes found
counting their steps,
and apprehensive
of their shadows.

me? i sometimes find my
ego make a statement...
i have an arm?
       it i it has a having
of an arm? there's an arm?!
if only and only but the few
read some of samuel beckett's
watt...
and... no ******* chance
mate!
                 no one is going
to become a public
intellectual...
in the anglican spreschen
woowld...
having read that sort
of *******! ha ha!
J J Feb 2022
codex irises hair like frozen noodles
a wonder of science in pediatric crib
configuring the context

the fractures and the consequences


Waiting to be held for the first time.


Thee garden is an overgrown jungle
Since you left

No one knows how to keep up
With eachother

Never mind their selves and a love
That once was has been unstruck

I have a hundred unacted possibilities
And a hand that's scared to lose again

Combat boots to crush the frost

August leaving my heart with every step I take
I've been blurring out your face too much asoflate
To be ready to say goodbye. But I'm keeping time


Mum I love you to the moon and back with roses.
Written months ago.

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