Frustration builds,
Why can't they see...
They are the ones,
Slowly killing me...
Living in denial,
Just won't do...
I push forward,
Wishing for anew...
I didn't ask to be sick,
Yet this is it...
I wear a smile,
But feel like s*** ...
I can't stop this feeling—where did it go?
Can I be sick of the stuff going on?
An angry attitude keeps feeding my mind.
Words can be annoying to the soul.
This is an everyday indecent conversation.
My heart is beginning to just fade.
Should I just let it go,
Or should my feet walk the street?
The answer is minimal, but I need the max.
Let me just leave with happiness to be on my own.
My darling Selene,
Apparently what I feel for you isn't real
My Ma says I’m too young to know what love is
My Pa said it's our hormones that make us kiss everytime we meet.
He said we'll be sick of each other by the time we turn thirteen
I beg to differ though,
In all my life,
I have seen my parents kiss less times than we did last week
When we are wed I will cherish you every single day
And we will never fight or yell like my parents do when they think I'm asleep.
If your Pa allows you,
Meet me by the peach tree on Jameson and Rochfort Street on Monday at noon
We've been going steady for two weeks, I was hoping we'd commemorate that with a kiss.
Yours truly
Rian
There will always be the poor
It’s almost a natural law
It’s the way things are, you see.
Bollocks! he said
I’d rather be dead
Than to live under such tyranny.
The old and the frail
Are all sent to jail
As for treatment – they can’t pay the fee.
If you choose to be sick
Then you’d better think quick
‘Cause for you we’ll take no responsibility.
It’s like love and compassion
Have gone out of fashion
But please think carefully.
Is a world full of hate
Where the meek do not rate
One where we all want to be?
For someone whom you've loved so much,
To tell you your not worth it...
Given 20 years since birth,
Just thinking it's a sure fit.
To give them life,
Then have yours taken away in just a few short words...
As these tears stream down my face,
I thank God that I have one who doesn't think I'm a total disgrace.
I surely did not ask to be "sick",
Or wanted to be in that coma...
I wanted to be by you sides,
To just be there, home for ya's.
Oddly enough part of me can't blame her for being mad,
For all the anger that just became her...
Now I find myself feeling nothing more than just, sad...
We are going insane
Because people
In general talks badly
About us
They say to us
That is not to be a Christian
We confront them
We were born a Christian
And we hope to die
As a Christian
Also they say that we are
A fanatic religious people
That is not true
We think they might be sick
When they talk badly about us
I heard a small sneeze from my closet
knew it was the gremlin who hides in there
he is usually more cautious, silent but deadly
another sneeze; he must be sick
I got out my Vicks and my Therma flu
grabbed him by the ears and dragged him out
he was horrified, thinking he had been a secret
think again buddy, I was a mother once
he was kicking, biting and scratching me
I barely felt it, due to his small size and tiny teeth
cut it out, I told him I am trying to save your life
he does not speak English, a whisper said
I looked up and saw yellow eyes
It was a vampire bat
Just another monster living in my closet
I did not even know about this one
I pushed the gremlin and Vicks back in and slammed the door
what about that Therma Flu asked the bat?
Crap. An intelligent vampire bat.
There really are monsters in my closet!
girl and her daddy are in the doctor’s waiting room
neither of them appears to be sick
she looks especially well.
Her eyes are bright, and she is moving around like a bubble
She smiles at me and waves.
I wave back, glad to see her.
Maybe they are here for a camp check-up?
She turns and regurgitates all over the seat.
Her father takes his time noticing.
He has been looking at his phone.
Shrinking is this strength, the will is weak
Slow is this personality, spending eleven days in a week
In the world of human rights, here is a geek
An angel left her feather for this soul to pick
To act as fast as a tortoise is considered too quick.
Toothless, spineless and a giant bird without its beak
a life of two candies, just take one and lick
to be wholly independent or to submit to someone and be sick
easy is the choice, but the latter, this person seeks
an eye for an eye is never a box to tick
sacrificial and gentle like no one else, is the meek.
I tell you, in the same way, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than ninety-nine righteous people who do not need repentance. Luke 15:7
We don't go to the doctor just for the fun of it.
We may be sick, or need a check-up,
or want the doctor's advice about healthy living.
There are many reasons to go to God in prayer
but none as important
as seeking a cure for our spiritual illness
and restoring our relationship with God.
After all, Jesus says
there will be great joy in heaven
over the one who repents.
When we repent, we come to ourselves in truth
and recognise our very real need
for God's forgiveness.
Then, we are ready to be washed in God's love.
Loving God,
you know everything that is in our hearts.
Help us to trust in your love
that we may turn to you in our sinfulness and be healed.
Inspired by St. Ignatius of Loyola
Mistake of psychology
A human life is a life. The only one in this life
The only one. But this is the one. The only one
Yeah. But who is the owner of this life? Who?
God? Yes, but he gave free will. Then? Individual
And what is a psychologist? Here in the UK?
Controller? Ruler? Not for my life! I am a European!
I respect my creator, the God. He is the boss
He is the boss, not you, and I have given free will
It’s freedom, this is mine, and cannot be controlled
Psychology doesn’t try to control an individual
His life is not your life, no one needs your care
Live alone as a healthy individual. Don’t want…
… to be sick.
Go away of my life
Please
Do not
suck
my blood
This
is sadistic
mentality
Serial
killer
mentality
They dubbed him Sticks at Epoch's tip
when hitherto matter none neither you
of matter grasped that awed amassed
was all he cared and none who'd dare
his love of sticks made jokes he exists
baton they'd be, had two and not one
that's why he's sick name's not, sticks
no, it should be sick; like mentally sick
course, it was said but ne'er his stead
except for one whose heart's not won
he swore a day written Suite he'll play
lost how plays Suite without his sticks
that day of days be-he did play suitely
all saw hero sits, light shone his sticks.
They struggle to know how I feel,
yet each question they ask only makes it more real.
And they search for a way to get in.
Hell, the door isn’t locked, it just blocked from within.
They remember the way that I was.
Well big deal, so do I and I don’t know the cause.
And they ask it again and again,
“Why can’t you be you back before this began?”
Don’t they think that I would if I could?
Well, I’m sorry I don’t act the way that I should.
So the stage is now set to go on,
everyone join together to point out what’s wrong.
Cuz together they’re sure they can win,
helping me learn how to live once again
But the only thing I’ve learned instead -
if ya gotta be sick… don’t be sick in the head.
A poet once tried to rhyme “turmeric”:
he ate ten big jars, and then murmured “Ick!”
His taste buds murdered,
poor dear old Bernard
bolted up three flights of stairs to be sick.
They say to stop being sad
About the same thing
Now I'm sad about everything
Maybe I don't know a good thing
Til it's gone
So I try to hold on
To everything
Everything
My head is screaming
It's screaming to tear apart
My heart
If I don't let it out
It'll continue to shout
Inside my head
Inside my head
Screaming
Screaming
Not for death?
Then for what
For what
Nobody believes me
Nobody sees me
Nobody hears me
They think I'm ok
I just have too much to say
Too much to say
In a day
They ask
How can I be sick?
You look ok
It makes me sick
They think that way
They say to stop being sad
About the same thing
Now I'm sad about everything
Maybe I don't know a good thing
Til it's gone
So I try to hold on
To everything
Everything
Nobody sees
they don't want to believe
I'm not cutting myself
I'm not drugging myself
I'm not killing myself
So I must be ok
...It's simply not that way..
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