Abnormal, but unspecificAbnormal, but unspecific8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
At 25, almost half of Riikka's life has been spent with being sick and visiting doctor after doctor. She would surely have better things to do. There's nothing she hates as much as doctors and she has nightmares about visits where she's humiliated. That hasn't been unusual. Even now, doctors treat her condescendingly, like a kid. It took over a decade to obtain a diagnosis.
There have been dozens and again dozens of doctors over the years, neurologists, opthalmologists, infection specialists and rheumatologists. It certainly feels like they couldn't care less what happens to Riikka. They're constantly trying to push physiotherapy, something Riikka has been doing for years, even though she doesn't have much mobility left any longer.
Riikka is sick with something many doctors don't even believe in and that officially doesn't exist in Finland, even though it has been included in WHO's official ICD-10 for a long time. In many countries it's known as myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME). In Finla
One PersonHeart still tornOne Person6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still wondering why you're gone
Everything makes no sense
But nothing ever does
Always missing someone
Just once in my life...
Can happiness come?
Only wanting to be happy
But it never happens
Life's too fuck up
Something tragic always happens
Nothing ever stays good,
Never stay gold...
It's always tainted...
With evil and hatred
Love runs to the shadows
Hides until the sun comes out
But this is the city of Night,
Day will never come
It's always dark,
Raining and cold
So love hides
Right along with happiness
Cuddled up trying to stay warm
But soon they freeze to death
There will never be love...
No happiness in this city
Alone we live
Alone we die
No purpose to this life
Might as well let go
We never win
We never lose
So why do we keep fighting?
There's nothing we can do
We're just trying
Trying to bring back the love
Trying to find the happiness
But we'll never find it
In this city of Night
We lost our only light
The one who too
Watch Yourself"Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch Yourself5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny."
Little BoyI'm losing you.Little Boy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel you,
slipping through my grasp.
I reach out,
but you fall even further.
I can't lose you now.
Not after it all.
I feel your controlled,
hard, stare, and I shiver.
I turn away.
You're not who I thought you were.
look up and see me.
I'm waiting for you,
to turn around any minute,
and realize what you've done.
Hold out your hand,
I can save you.
I won't be like her.
I won't let you fall.
You don't have to be,
that little boy anymore.
Lost and scared.
In search of something,
you will never find.
I'll make those feelings,
of fear and regret go away.
I love you.
Take my hand,
and we'll walk together.
Side by side,
till the end.
The Good StuffI was playing music for all the wrong reasons, the look, the style, the words and the flow was all wrong,The Good Stuff8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
because I hadn't felt right with my music for a while, what I wrote had no heart so it felt like a lie ,
getting stuck and settling for some second best crap, it was killing my heart and I am better than that,
I know I'm not a genius or gifted at singing, but it's the words on the run from my heart I've been missing,
I have gotta get back to who I am,
and that mostly comes out when I sing songs unplanned,
I mean sometimes they're shit and sometimes they're great,
but at least in the end I know that I don't have to wait for the pen and the paper to catch me up,
I can fill my soul with th
The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,The Umbrella Letters7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask you to bring Charlie to a doctor in order to find out what is causing these problems.
Miss Edna Umber, Umbrellium Primary School
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,
After the examination of your son, we have been able to establish that he is not suffering from any apparent physical illness or dysfunction. There appears to be nothing wrong wit
Liquid TruthHere I am again hitting the pad, with my words and my rhymes and the thoughts that I have,Liquid Truth8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ladies and Gentlemen boys and girls and all you hermaphrodites around the world,
Listen up, I have in my hand a cup and it's up to you to tell me if it's full and by how much,
Pessimism, Optimism what's your outlook on life, either way doesn't matter coz we're all gonna die,
Stating the facts and letting the truth fall down, but what I have found is that the truth is liquid now,
What I mean is that it flows and cuts its own way, so watch where it goes and study the patterns that it makes,
If you watch for a while you'll see the pattern repeat again and then when the truth comes down you can stand in the rain,
Feel the real world drummin on your skin and the truth rain down unlock your heart and let it in,
The master of ceremonies is giving you the call, so pick up your feet come on stage and perform,
Not like a puppet but a performer with a heart, filled with the liquid truth that makes your perf
GlueWell here are my words and I'll give them to you.Glue8 years ago in Open More Like This
They patch the world back together and shout the truth.
Treat them as you wish and they'll treat you the same.
They caress your mind and give you a new name.
To those who know you this name is not right.
But as it grows you know it's you inside.
So to all of you with a name that's new.
I hope you die, and get made into glue.
coz the world's fucked up and it's all gone to peices,
so I hope you die to make the glue that's needed.
I can see I've left you with glassy eyes.
so I'll leave you with my words, a new name and a goodbye.