*"A weight that grows roots in the marrow,
where light, though called, will not tread.
Doctors offer keys of rust and glass,
each turning in a lockless door.
It is the echo of remedies past,
the hollow sound of hope unfound,
where the mind is both prisoner and warden,
whispering a cure that never comes."*
Categories:
resistant, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
R-isk-resistant system
O-bliterates the transmission;
N-ever will it succumb to
A-ilment's atrocious affliction.
P-hysical fitness and health
U-pend the morbid mayhem;
N-o way will it damage
O-ne risk-resistant system.
Topic: Birthday of Rona F. Puno (June 08)
Categories:
resistant, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
In Africa it is drug resistant
it is a disease infecting minds
minds of opportunists it targets
but I know only its nick- name
If you treat it with law-drugs
the will-drug you inject in veins
you try antibiotic treatment tabs
it hides and sleeps in blood cells
Opportunists desire to fall sick
but the people yell and kick dust
the more they search for the cure
the greater the frustration and pain
What can Africans do but look on,
as the epidemic resists medicines?
Categories:
resistant, africa, metaphor,
Form: Lyric
Why would I have ever thought it was when it wasn't? now i feel so much resentment; it was never a good situation. just always so complicating, felt like I couldn't breathe, suffocating. Now I'm living my life just hesitating, waiting to wake up from reality, and lose this miserable feeling I have inside me. my head is clouded with negativity trying to lose this feeling within me.
Looking for temporary satisfaction. can't fall into a hopeless devotion that was my addiction, my affliction, taking my soul, taking what was making me whole taking my control. it's just a bad recollection of what I thought was affection. let down my shield of protection to one I thought was worthy of me and my attention. but I just settled expecting him to fulfill the position.
Felt like I was in a competition, a race on a chase for your love. which was never really love just an illusion, had to come to this conclusion, now I'm just left feeling resistant to love.
Categories:
resistant, recovery from..., me,
Form: Rhyme