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Stridor in your sleep,
an irregular heart beat
-your congestive heart is failing.
Your heart has grown,
(pathological as opposed to romantic)
and I know my love you're ailing;
but I can't be your beta blocker, baby.
There's a third party problem
which I can't seem to erase.
Don't look to me for ACE inhibition...
Tachycardia, as your heart begins to race,
tears on skin of lace;
I hope you survive without the cure.
I'm sorry,
I couldn't be pharmacologically Yours.
an irregular heart beat
-your congestive heart is failing.
Your heart has grown,
(pathological as opposed to romantic)
and I know my love you're ailing;
but I can't be your beta blocker, baby.
There's a third party problem
which I can't seem to erase.
Don't look to me for ACE inhibition...
Tachycardia, as your heart begins to race,
tears on skin of lace;
I hope you survive without the cure.
I'm sorry,
I couldn't be pharmacologically Yours.
Literature
Who Am I - Blingie
Who am I?
I am a person. A brother. A son. A friend.
I like pasta. I go to school. I get good grades.
I go into town. I hang out. I want to get a job.
I like watching TV, playing video games, reading.
I don't like swimming, skateboarding or public speaking.
I get sick. I like to sleep in. I'm terrible at exams.
I support my friends. They support me.
I can be happy. Sad. Excited. Bored.
I like renting movies and eating pizzas on a Friday night.
I play piano. I watch Monty Python.
I spill things on my shirt. I have a weird taste in music.
Gay is not who I am. It does not define my personality.
Gay is not what I am. It does not chan
Literature
March, 2004
Soon enough, it got hard for me
to ignore the pebbles of broken
glass buried in the seats
of her attempted-suicide car, or
the night you cut open your legs
only to find them filled
to the brim with nothing
but cold blood and fresh ice.
I could smile but I was stuck in your war-
time car crash, fighting to breathe
over the exhaust, the sky dark and thick
with the unspoken, and she, your mother,
was confined to forced peace,
rounded corners, no butter knives
or shoelaces, hidden scars, white light and white, white walls.
Literature
New Job
First day on the job
"So," he said, leering at me over the table, messy sandwich in hand, "how long have you been eating yogurt?" My yogurt laden spoon paused in mid air, and in the moment it took me to think, (how long had I been eating yogurt? When was my first time?) I watched oily, shredded lettuce tumble from his sandwich onto the table. The question seemed loaded.
"Oh, probably only the last couple of years; you know, like, seriously." I said this airily, as his tone of voice had implied that this yogurt-eating habit of mine was a potential hot spot in our relationship. He said nothing, but continued to peer intensely across the table
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Here is a piece I started writing during finals last semester; and it happens to be about pharmacology, well the metaphor deals with congestive heart failure, and a large amount of pharmacy issues. The terms used here are a bit weird I admit, and there is a lot of medical jargon thrown it for effect...which may make the piece confusing/hard to read. But remember; its educational!
It's a bit rough, so comment hard if you could.
It's a bit rough, so comment hard if you could.
© 2007 - 2024 ghbatt
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Physiologist here, and the poem gave me some good chuckles. Nice work!
The only thing that irked me was the punctuation after ACE inhibition. To me, that's a rather strong statement, and the punctuation deflates it somehow. That's just a personal preference, of course.
The only thing that irked me was the punctuation after ACE inhibition. To me, that's a rather strong statement, and the punctuation deflates it somehow. That's just a personal preference, of course.