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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:16 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:18 am
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Poetry/Short Prose
General Poetry- about cancer, or about TDM itself.
By Morsis
Well...Cancer is~~~
Cancer is a terrible thing that makes people cry,
Unbeatable really...
You shouldn't even try
Because all Cancer can think,
Is that it's got you beat!
One, Two, Three,
And down for the count!
But you will stand up tall,
You will surprise us all,
When out loud you sing...
"Is that all you can bring?"
And Cancer will come like a terrible beast!
Gnashing and thrashing with it's barbed wire teeth!
It will pound and it will pounce,
It will jab and it will stab,
It will hit and spit,
Come from left to right, danger and blight, no end in sight!
Yet when the dust clears...
You will stand up fearless,
Surpass the limitless!
Achieve the unthinkable!
And Cancer will cry
When we lift you up high,
As you proudly declare
"I will not DIE!"
And when the battle is finally done...
You can finally rest, knowing you won
By -Beautifully Beaten-
Grab it by the horns and keep the prize in sight
You are never alone so don’t give up the fight
We’re in this together so just keep your head up high
Don’t think of the what ifs like, “if I might die”
Take it all in small, slow steps and you’ll make them proud
One day the worst will be over and we’ll sing your praises loud
You’re my proud reviver of hope
You’re a Cancer survivor.
Ovarian
Marathon
By: xXx kaconquest xXx
Sometimes I ponder
As often I do
What the meaning would be
Of life without you?
The world would be cold
Without the sun
Play would be work
If we didn't know fun
But the world still turns
Moons wax and wane
And days come and go
With you knowing this pain
Is it fear or grief
That grips our souls?
We walk, we run
We wear down our soles
Every year we march
And this we can endure
Becuase our cause is right
We walk for a cure
What is the challenge
In one marathon?
When we know we could awaken
To find loved ones now gone
Ponder yourself
For a moment or two
What would you do
For the ones dearest to you?
Leukemia
By: the cool randomgirl
There's a tiny world inside my bones.
I learned of it one day,
When some bullies came to visit
And decided they would stay.
Before they came, this little world,
Was happy as could be,
With platelet cells and red blood cells
And white ones having tea.
These little cells inside my bones
Grew up and worked each day.
They traveled in my blood stream,
Making sure I felt OK.
The white blood cells were body-guards,
Protecting me from germs.
They used to know some special tricks
That made invaders squirm.
The red blood cells were round and strong,
And carried on their backs,
The oxygen my body needs
To play and to learn facts.
The platelet cells were sticky friends,
In charge of making clots.
I’d cut my hand or scrape my arm,
They’d make the bleeding stop.
Well that’s the way it used to be
Before the bullies came.
I hadn’t met this inside world.
I knew nobody’s name.
I learned a bunch of new words
Once leukemia appeared.
Like chemo, blast and lymph gland.
Don't they all sound awfully weird?
I learned about the grand scheme
To destroy these bully cells,
And I took strong medications
'Til the bullies really yelled.
These meds made me feel tired.
They made my mouth feel raw.
My hair covered the pillow,
And left my head quite bald.
I didn't like these feelings,
But I figured this was true-
If I felt bad, the bullies felt worse,
And would melt into a goo.
You might think that I'm different.
You might think I have changed.
But I'm the me I used to be,
Just somewhat rearranged.
You might think that leukemia,
A cancer I was told,
Is something you could catch from me
As if it were a cold.
But that's not true, it's not that smart,
It doesn't have a clue.
Traveling between us
Is a trick it cannot do.
There's more about this cancer-
Something else that it can't do.
It can't destroy my laughter,
Or change me through and through.
By: the cool randomgirl
Leukemia’s a disease,
That deemed itself on me.
I don’t know what it is
Although I’ve heard it on TV.
The doctor says it’s serious,
But it still can be cured.
“I don’t know what will happen,
But we’ll try our best, assured!” - doctor
To the 4th floor,
Of the hospital I went.
30 days in that room,
Was the time I spent.
Back home and back to school,
With no hair I went.
When people asked me questions,
I would circumvent.
Chemotherapy,
Where the “meds” I would have to take.
Although it fought the cancer,
My bones would still ache.
Friends and family came together,
To see if I was felling better.
I met an aunt I never knew,
And she helped me all of the way through.
But that was then and this is now,
And things are like before.
But is that how I want it?
I’m not really sure.
By: the cool randomgirl
He lay, so still, on his hospital bed
While family gathered around.
It seemed like only yesterday,
His laughter could always be found.
But, the past few months, he became so tired
He could barely lift his head.
His body grew weaker, day by day,
Until, finally, he had to be fed.
Just a little boy of ten years old
Who's life was being cut short,
He would no longer run and play
Or take part in his favorite sports.
Friends could no longer call on him
To join them in the sun.
Their lives were just beginning
While his was almost done.
He slowly opened up his eyes
And looked at his Mother and said,
"Mom, I'm feeling no pain, now,
But a great relief instead."
Tears began to trickle
Down his swollen little cheeks
And they knew those would be
The last words he would ever speak.
And, as if by a miracle, a glow
Encompassed the little boy's lifeless form.
The room began to radiate and
They knew he had been reborn.
An Angel of God was heard to whisper
These words that filled their ear,
"Leukemia has lost the battle to Christ.
Your little boy has nothing to fear."
Slow Dance
By: the cool randomgirl
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
By: Novatic
I've been here many times before
I know this place and all its walls
Behind each and every door I've looked
Passed time and days reading books
I've been all around yet never far
took some pills and got some scars
I grew my hair then went bald
Found out last year what it was called
I've fought a war without leaving my country
I lived to see me post this entry
I've kissed the only person I love
Felt I was flying high above
By: Novatic
It's been a long time since I've looked at the sky. Between the chores of life and the necessities, I've grown far away from nature, and what used to connect to me to the world. I'm new to schedules, and new to time management and deadlines and responsibilities, and have neglected the roots of my old beliefs.
This past week has altered my feelings towards nature and it's remedies. I've seen dead bodies on the covers of newspapers, and I've seen images of people crying, read powerful stories of families torn apart and missing loved ones.
I've always thought of myself as the type of person who slows right down to become in sync with reality, to remember that there is more to the world than how far I can see, or walk, more to the world than the boundaries I've become accustomed to. But I've been lost. Working full time, having my heart occupied and dreaming of my own future, I've forgotten about how crucial it is to stop and find a pace, instead of rushing through life, watching the clock.
I don't think I'm the only one who has come to this realization of losing touch. We can all say we've donated to charities, or that we've helped the world, or we've helped our country. We've done all of these things, or at least have thought about it, as a passing thought. However, personally, that's never seemed to give me any satisfaction.
I know I'm helping. The Salvation Army gets all the change in my pockets when I pass by. I smile at strangers. I even find myself praying for the world, even though I do not place myself under any religious, or non religious status.
And then I go about my daily life, reading about homeless, and disasters, and watching World Vision commercials about dying children, still feeling uneasy and out of touch.
Is there only so much we can do to help the world? Are we the ones that need helping? Am I the only person feeling like I'm not doing enough? Is there any way I can do more?
There's no way of measuring help on a scale, just as there is no way of measuring the world in it's direction. Progress versus retrogress cannot be analyzed realistically. I've in theory accepted that I can't help as much as I'd like. In fact, I still feel guilt.
However I'll always be curious as to whether or not I would even truly feel satisfied in aiding the world to my full potential, even if I were literally doing everything I could.
With that said, we could almost all do just a little more to help our country, our continent, and the rest of the world. We could skip out on that $3.50 we might be spending on a bag of chips, and donate it to a local charity, shelter, or even attempt to buy a homeless person a meal. (It's the thought that counts, right)? In my idealistic world, this is attainable, despite those who have lost hope in the world and it's campaigns.
Or maybe sometimes if we cannot donate our efforts, or do not feel it necessary, the least we could do is look at the sky, find shapes in the clouds or gaze at the stars, and remember what it feels like to be a part of earth. Sometimes that's all that is required to remember that our hearts are beating. That, to me, is what truly counts.
By: Novatic
Since when did the stars require effort? Since when did the trees care about time?
Since when did falling apart have to be so graceful? Why are expectations stamped on mistakes?
When did humans become so destructive?
Keep a straight face and try to stand out in a sea of billions.
When did lace become an embellishment? When did race become an establishment?
Stitch a balloon to the ground, jump back at the sound.
We've got 5 metaphors left and our health is getting low.
Children are dying, faith becoming a foe.
But where are the misinterpreted words? Where are the souls that got lost within themselves?
Why don't we fight with the self consciousness we've overcome?
Like solders in a battlefield, counting down the days, counting the sun rays for their heroic ways.
What about the accountant that keeps the economy rolling? Families eating, countries thriving.
Chocolates in the microwave, rings down the toilet.
Sorry I'm not inspirational enough to strike you as the type to strike you as the type to strike you as the type
to go off the deep end and make a recovery.
I'm a hero like you, and I'd die to protect a heart.
I'd die to protect a world... the type in a mind that strikes you as outrageous.
Yeah. I think that could be me.
Never looking back, and lighting up the sky...
with rainbows, and magic, and sparkles, and stars,
and all of the things that make me smile.
By: Novatic
Let's be the brightest rainbow, the most sincere love letter,
The sun rising over the ocean, the only thing better.
We'll conquer everyone. Waking up in the afternoon in the sunlight, falling asleep when the crickets have gone to bed. Smiles kissing under stars, florescent against the dull grays and blacks.
Yeah, we'll be the best damn thing that ever happened to the world. And we're almost there, we're almost there. Breathing in the familiar, the dreams, the fantasies, the finally, finally, finally.
I'll put you in an envelope and send you all around this big empty world. Emptiness that lingers in the most crowded places. You'll brighten up it all.
An eerie melody, so low, drowned out by the loud. The music, the beautiful.
We'll drown them out. For a second they'll be wonderful. For a second they'll be privileged.
No one can even compare. No one comes close.
There's no room for sadness when life is this short. There's no room for moping, or crying, or mourning.
There's only room for smiles and romance and waffles. That's the future of our society.
All this complexity, it just hurts.
Why am I getting in the way?
Free us all from the shallow depths we're drowning in. I think we're all too modest to raise our heads and realize that the light is so close. The air is beckoning.
Quit wasting your time and live.
Life of Lies
By: Mr Khai yuri
As life reaching its end,
Light started to fade away,
Giving ways to sorrow,
And death clouding the mind with fear,
The past will always remain as past,
What is waiting for us after life is all that matters.
Finally the wait is over,
The shadow of the dark angel approaches,
With our past and our fear in the palm of his hand,
While the last breath of our life taken away,
The right, the wrong, laughter and sentiment in our life appears right in front of our eyes,
To be judge and to be punishing for all the things that was wasted for the bloody world.
Each second that we have wasted,
Years that we’ve used deceiving and ignoring God and His words,
With all the sins and lies that we’ve done,
For the sake of joy of the life and happiness,
Thinking that time will always be on our side,
Having the thought that there will always be time to ask for forgiveness
Fear overwhelmed our heart in the life of Hell,
As the sound of moaning and screaming fills the air,
Tears of blood covering the floor and fill the air,
With fears in our heart and our mind,
Asking and begging for forgiveness,
For all the sins and lies that we have done.
As we find our way to a greater life,
Searching for the truth and the righteous,
Keep an open eye to the world above,
And realize the meanings to our existence,
Which does not differentiate us for our race but our heart?
And our believes toward God
Awake my fellow men
From your slumber and your dreams,
And realize your mistake before its too late.
Join the followers of light and truth,
Walking on the right path towards God,
The Almighty and the Merciful.
well this is just a random poem... i miss my dear friend.. he was a good friend. dedicated his life for those around him
a poem..
By: ii_xXTaylorXx
The hospital room crowded with family
was quiet as can be
the little girl lay there
still as a tree
A small whisper broke the silence
"mommy", the little girl said
"i can hear the angels sing"
she lay, lifeless on the bed
Her eyes slowly closing
The family knew what was happening
tears began to shed
Her mother could not take it
out of the room she fled
As the girl took her last breath
A sudden wave of happiness filled the room
the girl opened her eyes and looked around
it was not time for her to meet her doom
She lifted her head and cried so softly
a voice, everyone could hear
a small, but oh so powerful one
" you have nothing to fear"
They all knew who it was
They looked out of the window, above and beyond
They looked to the heavens
Where they knew the savior of their daughter was
By: Fetus Bagel
I'm faint, I'm weak
"Whats going on?" she screams
I hold her tight, I'm not letting go.
between my fingers, she'll melt like snow.
I'm holding on, just as much as she is
I can't believe, no, I just won't.
An inward struggle that she must cope
And the constant weight bearing down
bone crushing weight.
The needles that pierce her diamond white skin
Are they enemy? Or are they friend?
Medication being pumped through her veins
It must be so much pain
For her, for me, for everybody in between.
So much pain.
I run a hand through her hair, and some it comes with me
as I lift it up to see.
Red strands wrap around my fingers, screaming to be free.
"Help us!" they plead "We are so sick!
Our grip, it's loosened, and we can't hold on.
So out we fall, and now we're gone"
And those green eyes shinning into mine,
they cry the same thing again.
Help us.
Help me.
I am slowly dying, and am afraid she is too.
By: ---midnight V I O L I N S
Megan used to have a friend
And he loved her to no end.
Until one day she saw him cry
And inside she felt her whole soul die.
Matt was a lover, not a fighter
He didn't drink, never touched a lighter.
He hoped for the best, didn't curse a single soul
But through and through, he paid a toll.
Matt got struck with a fatal disease
That mad him faint and cough and wheeze.
He was weaker than he'd ever been
But he tried his hardest to keep in action.
Megan didn't know
She thought he was fine
Until he got shot
And it was his own special time.
She cried and she cried
To no avail
She hoped he'd come back
Or give her a trail.
She tried to die
She wanted to, badly
But it never worked out
So she lived her life sadly
Until one night in a dream he did call
And Megan's walls she put up, they did fall.
To this day, she's open and caring
Because in her heart, Matt's love is still flaring.
Brain
Many people we have lost to Cancer of the brain
Many of our lives will never be the same
Memories of lost loved ones will never be forgotten
With healing hearts and many tears the pain will slowly be forgotten
We will fight cancer, the end is nigh
With hope in our hearts and heads held high
Now, open your ears and listen to these words
For we live in a dying world
Many have fought and survived
They made it and fight for others to survive
So that they must see the pain
In other people's eyes, never again.
We will fight Cancer til the end
Broken hearts we cannot mend
by Cuuutiesh
Many little driplets
Fall upon mine face
Reminding me of my fate
Soon I will be no more
The sunlight warms my heart no longer
Your embrace is the only thing that gives me strength
You give me strength to fight on
I will not give in to the falling rain
I am ill, the doctors told me so
I am worried for they planted doubt in my head
Told me it was serious
Told me I'd die
Dark grey clouds close in over me
The sunlight cannot break through
The rain is falling
Falling on my head
By Cuuutiesh
Lung
Simplicity
by The_Shadows_Whispers
How simple we take breaths
Inhaling and exhaling as the day wears on
How hard it is for some to breathe
How they struggle to take in oxygen
How such a simple task becomes a threat
To their lives,souls,and very existance
How we take advantage of such a seemingly minor task
Then,without it,we die
How are loved ones
Pass in such a manner
Such fools we are to not notice
One thing can make a difference
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:25 am
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