I have lived most my life with chronic inflammation and constant pain with immediate diarrhea.
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Living With A Chronic Pain
Nobody understands or feels someone else's pain
Unless he or she faces a chronic pain
people with chronic pain are prisoner of pain jail
Using all possible solutions to break out, sometime they are pain free sometimes they fail
Pain is part of this life we like it or not
lucky people have less of it, others a lot
However, if I have to choose between pain and nothing I choose the pain
because pain at least reminds you, you are alive, but form nothing there is nothing to gain
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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Invisible Inner Power
Chronic pain is unstoppable, the doctor said,
I remember a time I was pain-free, a time of
joyous being, I wrote line upon line of new
delight in the belief great effort would make
the world different; then the challenges set
before me kept growing without respite
I learnt that the way of the believer is steep,
life took its toll and my body gave up - time
to turn my eyes to the invisible inner power
diffusing physical life, fighting chronic pain
for so long means only meditation is left
and I should stay in the eye of the storm
The book I wrote is the life I have led, challenges
faced and overcome and the things I discarded
after trying them out in my mind and finding that
harmony and beauty led somewhere else…
19 June 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Pain Exchange Shop.
Fed up feeling that same old pain
stern and hurting me, yet again
Chronic pain takes over your life
Cuts you in two, just like a knife
There should be a pain exchange shop
Anything to make this pain stop
It would be open every day
And it would take my pain away
Look for pain, on the internet
Pain-free shopping is not here yet
Go to Ebay to place a bid
Gnawing pain, I’ve got to get rid
Do anything to be pain-free
Suicide? Nah, that’s not for me
Ten years now, and I still can’t cope
In the future, will there be hope?
I’ve got to keep on keeping on
Tomorrow my pain could be gone
I’m lying to myself, once more
Time to exit, show me the door!
poem by Gordon David
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Emotional Pain
Pain unfortunately tends to be everlasting
Haunting many for years
Some people don’t ever realize that they
Suffer from chronic emotional pain
The only real way to free one’s self from pain
Is to face it straight on
In other words to deal with the pain
Those people that burry their pain
Only prolong the reality that it must
Be dealt with
poem by Richard Noggin
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Diagnosing a Common Illness
If you are experiencing any of the following symptoms—
Runny nose
Sore throat
Mild or intense fever
Swelling mucus glands
Trouble sleeping
Feelings of uneasiness
Dizzied vision
Moderate to severe headaches
Auditory infections
Upset stomach
Chronic constipation or diarrhea
Traces if nausea
Fainting
Brief instances of depersonation
A sense of withdrawal
Unmotivated behavior
Fatigue
Increased depression
Unusual sensations of paranoia
Hallucinations
Thoughts of suicide—
You should get that checked out.
A part of you is dying.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Alan's On Fire
Go!
All my life I have been used by you
Time has come our game of love is through
Since I was born I've lived in the cold I've lived in the dark
Now I want heat now I want light igniting spark
I'm not a martyr but I am truth and you are a liar
But now my life of constant sadness goes up in the fire
I will
Be heard
And I will
Be heard
Step on me I'm here for you to see
I hope you choke as I go up in flames
I told you my problems but you never heard a word
This is the moment for once in my life I will be heard
I know there must be a better way but I don't know how
You've lied to me and you've ignored me
but you won't now
I will
Be heard
And I will
Be Heard
All my life I have been used by you
Time has come our game of love is through
A burning passion from a burning mass
reaches up for the sky
I've called you here my devoted family turn to watch me die
I'm not a martyr but I am truth and you are a liar
So now my life of constant sadness goes up in the fire
Yeah!
One
song performed by by Machine Head from Burn My Eyes
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Like Father, Like Daughter
My Heart is filled with anger and hatred,
So pure and liquid like blood,
Gently dripping from my open wounds,
Though I feel no pain as I watch in wonder,
With eyes of blue, inherited from you,
You, and all of your curses, constant shouts,
You, and all of your anger, constant fears,
You, and all of your lies, constant hate,
Yet I feel no pain as I watch in wonder...
poem by Lacie Simonds
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I can't take it anymore
I cant take it any more.
I cant live my life this way.
For so long I've lived in the aftermath of abuse.
I lived in pain from the biginning.
I cant take any more.
I dont want to live.
My life I want to slay.
I cant live another day.
I cant take any more.
Razor to wrists
Not bleeding fast enough.
Pills swallowed down.
Not an instant solution.
Rope around my neck
yes thats the answer.
I cant take any more.
My life is full of pain.
I only want death.
My life I have slain
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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False Prestige!
Train journey,
Youth smokes unmindful of co-passengers,
False prestige!
Chain smoker,
Chronic cough,
Lung cancer!
Smokes umpteen cigarettes,
Spends huge income on spoiling health,
Myocardial infarction!
Chronic alcoholic,
Cirrhosis liver,
Loss of life!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain.
quote by Gene Tierney
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Unrequited Love, Lovelessness, Broken Heart, Hopelessness
there is no wound that you can see
by all means you will see no visible injury
in this place the people that you meet smile at you
and they will say
' he's doing well and taking
more fortunes and luck and prosperity'
but there is a pain that only your heart feels
that which their eyes cannot see
that which their hands cannot feel
that which their ears never hear
there is this pain
without an open wound
there is no blood dripping
but there is pain throbbing
there is no bruise
no inflammation
but there is this pus aplenty
boiling inside but
without a possible exit
there is this voice hidden
inside you
screaming
there is this threat of a
sudden eruption
at any moment
there is someone inside you praying
that now it must perish
degenerate and then
altogether die and
disappear forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stays Around As A Constant Reminder
De-sensitizied?
From a life lacking of experiences lived?
And joking to de-humanize others,
Living their lives from a deck of cards dealt.
Has its consequences for one to pay one day.
There is nothing like running into a brick wall.
Believing the pain resulting from it,
Can be whispered away...
Without a suffering done.
And a call for help that goes unanswered.
A suffering from our unconscious actions,
Not only comes...
But stays around as a constant reminder,
To let what is be as it is.
Or there will be no sleeping in a peaceful rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I want to live pain free life! !
Pain is an issue everywhere,
It cradles everyone without fair,
Day or night, it has no preference,
Anytime, anywhere, when someone is in pain,
Something touches the nerve, we feel the pain,
Anything presses the nerve, we feel the pain,
Pain too has the degree of acute and chronic,
can the pain be relieved without pills and tonic?
who would take away this pain,
Even if we cried aloud in vain?
Pain makes us to be handicapped,
As our posture is changed and altered,
Sometimes we hold our stomach,
Protrude our tongues and feel tired,
We have the pain of insufficiency,
Hunger, thirsty and fatigue are their names.
God given pain is alleviated with pills that opiate,
Suppressed pain takes multiple arrows to poke and pierce,
Address the cause of the pain and remove it,
We may live pain free for rest of our life.
To find the cause is the real problem,
arrogant among ourselves we have become,
When we start to dislike our own people,
when we start to live on our own as a lonely planet,
when we start to bottle up the stress day and night,
when we look for the bottles after work,
when we ask for the drugs from the street pedlars,
when we fail to have enough rest and peace,
when we always keep our body in fighting mode,
when we live our life without specific direction,
Our body reacts painfully for its dose of affection,
Be kind to understand one another without reprimand,
We may chase away the pain in our flesh and mind.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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So Much Life Longing For More Life
SO MUCH LIFE LONGING FOR MORE LIFE
So much life longing for more life
Wanting to live so much
To feel to experience to know to enjoy to love.
So much life
Others have lived
So much life
I would have lived.
And the life I have lived?
More than I can know or understand
So much of it gone forever.
And all the longing and all the memories
And all the love,
Where is it now?
I have lived so much
And never lived enough
And want to live too much more
And know I will never live enough
And know I have lived so much much more
Than I will ever know again.
Life and more life,
Longing and more longing,
Life- Please God-
Not Death.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I've Lived My Life
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I left the country for the city thought I was smart but I was silly
I should have known I'd get in trouble being so green
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I met a boy and learned to love him I would have done anything for him
I've loved him more than anything I've ever seen
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over I ruined my life to please my lover
I made him happy he made me cry then said goodbye
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over...
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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A way to end
These sorrows I had thought forgotten
Now I feel my hope has rotten
So shortly lived and quick to die
Or perhaps it found its wings to fly
To another soul who thought to borrow
A way to end this pain and sorrow
A short-lived victor in happy times
Until he returns to write his lines
Of a life that seems so cold to him
For he's never to go home again
Now he feels that he is hollow
Left with only pain and sorrow
There is no escape for him he fears
Drowning himself in his tears
It seems an ocean that he's made
He shakes, he knows that he's afraid
Because he'll never see tommorrow
It's hard to live with pain and sorrow
poem by Robert Sierra
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Such Memories
How tired we are of evil, the constant terror of oiled war,
it seems like we have lived, lifetimes of things we saw;
alas we lived lifetimes, of such memories lifetimes more.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Leave That To
I've never known what it's like real poverty
And I've always been lucky life is good to me
And since I've never known illness or physical pain
I am not one with the right to complain
Leave that to those who are doing it tough
The homeless and destitute who have to live rough
The forgotten people of Poverty Street
Who search in rubbish bins for thrown out food to eat
Leave that to the millions of Stateless refugees
Hungry and subject to every known disease
Life for them a constant survival fight
If they complain they have earned the right
I've lived for sixty one years in time a good span
And I cannot complain I am a lucky man.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ancient Poeple
Ancient people
Filling their stomachs like a hippo
They lived by the delta
A thatched hut was there shelter
Living near the brink
Where they couldn't sink
In order to fish and drink
If they had known how crocodiles stink
Away from the river they would slink
To protect themselves in a wink
They were attached by malaria
And its sign was diarrhea
The river kept mosquitoes
And there were no hospitals
No one was abused
Hence no one was accused
Important rulers were not recognized
Were they organized?
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Where Are The Lines I Wrote?
WHERE ARE THE LINES I WROTE?
Where are the lines I wrote?
The life I’ve lived?
The pain and joy I’ve known?
Where is the life I’ve lived
The pain and joy I’ve known?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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