Diagnosed Poems - Poems about Diagnosed

Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea..., yielded following resultant fiction, which arbitrarily selected thread first popped into my head considered one among many possible near infinite concocted scenarios arose up, thus continue at your own risk only entertainment ye need dread. When just a ruthless babe at me mother's breast already talking fluently and creating one after another prolific literary pièce de résistance superbly...

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let our kisses leave us... breathless our aimless hearts beat... reckless locked in this heightened state let our arms be our prison and our passions never abate our lips be our choice of poison let our pumping bloods erode our hearts in our spent beings a feeling is born ...engraved in our after glow... apparent in bodies torn filled with endless possibility LOVE becomes our only...

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My father, an officer in army, his friend too, A hypochondriac friend who was always blue, Said I’m off to see the quack, Doc said, odds against you stack, Diagnosis: you’re pregnant Rex, out he flew!...

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Disease of the mind Controlled by another Hated by the higher Loved by the lower. The sicker the better We’re not coherent. The sicker the richer Total opposites. The disease is life itself. Blood sucking hell raisers. The happier we are the worse Then hurt anyone who tells us otherwise. We don’t even know we have it. We are the statistic of dying liabilities The only disease that...

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They came to me and said we have a diagnosis, after a few weeks of tests, its no longer a guess. What i no longer have to be afraid, i no longer have to cry, no i longer have to wonder why. Now i can can just sit here right? Wonder what to do next and try...

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graduated cum laude with a PhD in madness, practitioner of your own philosophy as the harbinger of doom, tales of darkness where the deck is always stacked, what's the sense of light to an austere night or spring's flourish mid winter's brashness, you don't need to be ...

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I see the problem Churning within my body Irritating my soul Tying my goals I see this illness Draining the hope in me You're walking away From this mess.. As I wish I could do myself I see this disorder Haunting me Growing with each concern Devouring my dreams I see this disease Suffocating me Whispering these dark words Telling me what isn't possible Yet somewhere from inside I laugh it off Stress...

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Fresh and crisp were the air and love, Bright mornings and nights hovered from above. Love was careless, faith was blind, hope leaped wildly, hearts were kind. I was sure, I was certain, I was positive. Faults were carried to and fro, Not from our lips did they grow. You grew wings, I grew limbs, Commitments masked themselves as whims. Love was careful, faith...

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Now I'm this patient, feeling impatient, and my patience has been deceased like I could be, through all the time I have wasted, I have to face it that my symptoms haven't been too basic: I've been weak in the knees, I've been causing to freeze, I keep forgetting my name like I have amnesia, and I've been...

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