Other Words That sing…Of Other Things Inspired by TD and Elaine P.
A Medicalese Pome
By C.S. Scotkin
Appendectomy
Tracheotomy
Herniorraphy
Biliary Colic
Hysterectomy
Gastrectomy
Oophorosalpingectomy, bilateral
Venipuncture
Vasectomy
Hypertensive crisis
Testicular torsion
Cholecystectomy
Laparotomy
Tonsillectomy
Laminectomy
Carotid Endarterectomy
Now, if I could just remember how to spell common English….
I have to write a poem about african american discrimination between the time period of 1920-1960
plz can any one start me off
make up the poem urself dont copy it off a site i can do that
i want it to be my own i just need a sense a direction to start
anything wud halp thank you
i see your eyes.
so unforgivable,
so condescending
of everything i did.
i hear your words.
cutting through me,
breakin down every defenses.
it was all i had.
i feel your hands.
just itching to touch me,
impatient to satiate your need.
why do you want me so?
i sense you behind me.
weak and silent.
wanting and waiting
for me to notice you.
i watch your every move.
quiet and probing,
letting me have the last word.
" I love u"
do you the last part?????? =] thanx
its late at night and she is sitting in her room
the tears are falling on the ground forming a puddle
she is holding the blade in her hand
she feels the pain so deep inside her
so deep...like the bottom of the ocean where noobody can see
and nobody knows whats there..
just like her soul...
but maybe its just empty
maybe there is just nothing
the puddle of tears is building into the ocean
deep but empty..
she just wants it to stop
she doesnt want to cry anymore..
or hurt anymore
but pain is everywhere inside her..
it flows in her veins day after day..
deep..
she looks at her hand
picks up the blade..
and presses it on her wrist
where the branches of pain grow day after day..her veins..
her blood...
and she cuts
deep as she can...
deep into the pain..into her empty soul
that nobody ever got to know..
just like the bottom of the empty ocean..
that just lies there like her
with no life at all
yet
its still there..
and so am i..
im writing a peom on schizophrenia its so hard for me because ive gone to a french school my hole life until the last three years ...so writing is my worst like...thing. s plz help it would be much apreciated.( it could also be a peom on the beach,about a son,or a wife) ideas ...
Left behind
Out of mind
So easily replaced
It all went to waste
Not good enough
Try and act tough
Don’t let them see
You cry and plea
What went wrong
Was it a lie all along
Was it something you said
Or your fault that she fled
Happiness was so close
But now it all goes
To hell with a bow
With one heavy blow
A dent in your heart
Now that you’re apart
Everyone swears
Time will answer your prayers
You’ll learn to live on
Even though she’s gone
You’ll put time to the test
Or put a bullet in your chest
Because you can’t go on like this
You just miss her kiss
tell me what you get from it
and how i can make it better
Been Here for a While…
Yahoo or Hotmail, Myspace or Tag. Nikes or Reeboks, Mercedes or Jags? I reside in these likes, dislikes, and styles. Don't know where to move, cuz I've been here for a while.
My peers seem to accept me; for what, I don't know. Cause of the Nikes that I'm rockin'? Or cause my personality has a glow.
I'll never find out, because I've been here for a while. That stuff doesn't matter; I have someone else's style now.
I'm known for what they see, not for "who I be"-Hold up! Did you hear that? That's not the way I was raised to speak. But I've adopted their language-I've adopted thier style. And I'll never give it up, cause I've been here for a whole.
Can't define the word leader, cause I've followed for so long. Did everything they did- whether it be right or wrong. It was like I lost my virginity, the guilt lay inside. But that will never change me, cause here is where I reside.
I'm messin' with my life now, just to gain a friend or two. Smokin' weed and sellin' crack- stuff I know I don't do. But I think I'm at that point now, where I'd die and walk the mile. I want to stay in this place I call home, cause I've been here for a while.
I've tried to return to the normal life- trust me, I've been walking for miles. But once I get to the borderline I remember- I've Been Here For a While...
