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[aid] => mick
[title] => Spineless
[time] => 2002-08-14 08:36:31
[hometext] => I wrote this one after i was diagnosed with "Hyper-Fluxitivity Disorder," a degenerative joint disease that basically means that a certain number of years in the future, every joint in my body will start to fail as my tendons and ligaments are stretched out and ruined. So, basically, once this disease has taken its course, i will be, literally, spineless. Frightful.
[bodytext] => For fifteen years,
my life was good, my bones were strong as stone. The sixteenth year singled me out and my bones grew alone. With every muscle that I flexed, my ligaments were wrongly stretched, and then the wear began to show. How long I have, I do not know. A hundred eighty though, for most, the lot behave as one; yet in my skin, they separate, and frailty’s begun. For fifteen years, my life is fine, and then the symptoms show. For two more years, they worsen, and there’s sixty left to go. If left alone, my bones will lay ignorant of their joints, but when that happens, I don’t know. When is my age a point? I know that life has given me a rather gracious lot, but my one curse is my downfall. When will my innards rot? Until that time, I must just wait until the armageddon date and then I’ll be a frail form like forrest gump, and far from norm. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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