My mom has arthirtis. It’s beacuse she played a lot of sports when she was young. For example, she broke her ankle during a volleybal match. i think sometimes i will be in a
lies
The first thought is of the physical.
The aching joints,
The rotting bones.
But maybe it stands for something spiritiual, too.
Maybe there’s an arthritis
That causes an aching in your heart,
And a rotting in your mind.
An empty crevasse in your insides,
A deep pit in your soul.
Maybe this diagnosis of arthritis
Has several causes.
Maybe another person can bring it.
Maybe a memory.
Maybe this arthritis
Is even scarier
Than rotting bones.
The pain started in my hands and scratched its way up my arms, plaguing my bones and my joints. I accredited it to the years of misuse and the years of strain, but subconsciously I knew it was my abuse of the Magic.
Laurel
how true it is, our joints are inflammed, worn down and aching, we scarcely join together anymore, the glue between me and you and them has evaporated over the years and we have lost sight of how to join into a profound conversation with each other, we’re gears grinding on sand grinding on one another
Arthritis is an amazing feat of painful experience in the last hole of a large void of a meticulous and excruiciatingly pleasurable experience of love life laughter and amazing tingles all coincidentally coinciding in the same existence within a few cells of calcium bone
Aching fragilities, building over years of unwanted sacrifice and motivated prophets who seeked the finest wines in the darkest vineyards, until the loss of marrow corrupted
Its a disease of the joints caused by the drying up of the fluid present between joints. It causes inflammation. It’s very painful. Mainly caused due to old age.
Ankita Dey
i lug your bones around in a pillowcase
(sorry i couldn’t turn you into ash)
shit for cuddling but a great companion
(we all have to make sacrifices)
they’ll toss you in with me after i kick it
(a trail mix of teeth and phalanges)
when the rapture calls we’ll stand together
(two-skulled and doubly taller)
Please hon, pass me those pills. Next to you on the dresser. I could get them, but these old bones aren’t what they used to be. You’ll understand when you’re my age. Everything starts breaking down.
My Dad and Gran has it! It’s not nice. Just pains all the time. Need medications. Can’t do buttons or anything fiddly. Feel very sorry for them all. Horrible thing to get old. Have sympathy for everyone who has it.
Kirsty
Ouch!
Ally
my mum has it and it’s evil and it cripples her. its a horrible disease and it affects a lot of people i know, maybe myself included. my girlfriend has it and so do many people in my family, it’s absolutely horrible and makes life extremely painful. especially in the back.
Sarah
When waking up in the morning most people don’t worry about “how do I get up to go to the bathroom?”, or ” how am I supposed to get dressed later?”.
Being 74 changes all of that and I get to discover new ways of doing the simplest tasks every day.
Anthony Cincotta
my nanny has it apparently it hurts really bad I don’t want to have it but it does run in the family it makes your fingers all bent it makes them look weird.
ayla
There’s a kind of arthritis that overtakes you as you realise that you are never going to reach the goals you set yourself so many years ago. Your dreams are just that, dreams. Your joints start to creak as they realise. You spent too long on distractions. The face in the mirror cracks. You never got that bit of luck. Or you just weren’t good enough. There’s a twinge in your lower back. And the book remains unsold.
it’s in your hands my nanny has it and apparently to her it hurts I don’t want to get it but it is in the family.
ayla
they say i have arthritis. in my knees. because of the chron’s. this summer, i couldn’t walk up and down stairs. i got stuck downtown in the h and m, trying to climb the stairs. trying to look cool. in the end i scooted down on my butt and hobbled out to the bus.
nathan carson
i have arthritis. its hurts the most in the . mornings and when it rains. i do not like arthritis.
erin
My bones betray me. Creaking, croaking things, built out of calcium and dust before I was even born, and conspiring to cripple me before I’m dead. Knuckle whispers lies to joint, who rubs shoulders with spine. I’m at their mercy.
Daniel
There was once an old woman who had arthritis. She couldn’t work, or run, or play, so instead she learned to fly by picking up two flat loaves of bread and letting them catch the breeze. She flew away to a wonderful land, where bakers and dessert makers played all day, and spent all night eating the results of their labors. She lived happily ever after, although she did miss her grandchildren occasionally.
Barbk
She wa scared of developing arthritis in her hands. Both her mother and her grandmother suffered from it, and after a hard day of climbing – especially if she was working on a route that was full of crimps (the smallest handholds) her hands would ache so much she could hardly hold her toothbrush.
My grandma has arthritis. When my grandfather died, it became her living companion, and replaced him with pain. She used to call it ‘Arthur’, but I don’t think it was a happy relationship.
Tamsin Hope
Like the trash, she lay there sprawled across the kitchen floor. It hurt so bad just to turn her head and look for the phone. She closed her eyes, wishing for sleep or a nosy neighbor to come.
Every morning was a struggle. Even moving to the coast where the sun shone endlessly. Still the arthritis in her fingers meant she couldn’t pick up her knitting. To clutch the needles and twist the yarn around her fingers was simply too painful.
Arthritis is PAINFUL! I fell so badly for my husband who has spent 20 years of his life in hard labor as a painter, who now aches in his knees, shoulders, wrists and elbows.
Katina Willey
The arthritis in her fingers made it difficult for her to type, so she crouched over the keyboard with her face twisted into a grimace of pain, hunting and pecking like an elderly chicken.
There is an illness that have devoured the health and consume the wealth of a people and nation, it is called arthritis. This occur when all the chemical liquid between the joint in the body have dried up and produce extreme pain. There is no known cure for this ailment also.
wait
i just wrote about this
i want another word?
is that possible
to
have a different word
i don’t know how this website works exactly
help me
;-;
lizzi
Her hands hurt, they always hurt. And she never failed to notice the pain. It came from years of art, years of expression, and she always felt confident that those years were worth it. But maybe, if she was lucky, the pain would subside long enough for her to finish one last piece tonight. One last painting before she went to bed. It’s funny, she thought. Painting, as a word, starts with pain. And, she supposed, it can cause it as well.
Lisa Ann
this shit sucks balls and like it hurts really bad to move your fingers and i would totally hate to ahve arthritis and everyone says if you crack your knuckles you get arthritis and i crack my knuckles a lot so that scares me pretty bad and that’s really all i have to say about it but
lizzi
Aggravated
Realizations
That
Have
Risen
Inside
The
Individuals
Soul
Arthritis hurts blue white pain in the ass. I hate it, die. It’s for old people. I hate. Pain. Kill pain. It hurts. Why ? Why does it hurt so much ? I just can’t hold my breath it holds my breaths it hurts so so much. I hate it. Hate. Hate. So much hate. I can’t think about it it’s just not my own language I don’t speak pain.
Lwiz
Man, got my bones aching. As if I have arthritis. The pain makes me notice. Once young but now older, and still not through this. Oh how happy that my life is just this arthritis.
Edem
some people think deliberatly clicking your knuckles can lead to arthritis, im not sure if this is true, although, i do listen to my parents, who told me to stop.old people get i t when their cartilage wares out in between their bones. i love bones, the object, but also the television series, i watch it every week. my goal is to be aa forensic scientist one day
Lucy
Her hands trembled as she continued to write out all of her feelings on a tear soaked restaurant napkin. She needed to desperately pause to flex her singers before they became cramped, but she knew she couldn’t spare even two seconds to do that simple act. Her bones ached with every word hay she spooked onto her confession filled napkin. To have arthritis was painful, but to never tell him how much she loved him would’ve killed her. He needed to know at least once. Even if her fingers forever became one with the pen because she no longer could open her hand.
“I love you, and I always have.”
She looked down at the napkin and slowly let go of the pen. “Since when did I get so old?” She thought to herself as she finally managed to carefully massage her leather hands.
Jo
Aches and pains, creaking joints, rusted hinges… I think of crumbling, bent bones and terrible pain. Ashes under your skin, and dried out ball sockets, grating, crunching sounds with every movement.
SM
My hands cracked, my bones fading. I felt as if I were slipping away along with my joints. My own body eating away at itself out of fear.
fingers cracking life lacking shortening my time my life my desire stopping me from feeling walking or loving but nothing will stop my spirit nothing will stop my heart from beating my love in your direction. Arthur Itis, you may have the hold over my fingers but you’ll never have a hold over my heart
Declan
until recently, i thought arthritis was something that old people got.
That is until my body started aching all over for no justifiable reason in the morning.
I think I’m getting old.
Crap.
hahahaha.. what? what a word. reminds me that youth is not perpetual. one day this word will mean more to me than it does now. a whole lot more. until then. i have nothing to say about it.
My mom has arthirtis. It’s beacuse she played a lot of sports when she was young. For example, she broke her ankle during a volleybal match. i think sometimes i will be in a
The first thought is of the physical.
The aching joints,
The rotting bones.
But maybe it stands for something spiritiual, too.
Maybe there’s an arthritis
That causes an aching in your heart,
And a rotting in your mind.
An empty crevasse in your insides,
A deep pit in your soul.
Maybe this diagnosis of arthritis
Has several causes.
Maybe another person can bring it.
Maybe a memory.
Maybe this arthritis
Is even scarier
Than rotting bones.
The pain started in my hands and scratched its way up my arms, plaguing my bones and my joints. I accredited it to the years of misuse and the years of strain, but subconsciously I knew it was my abuse of the Magic.
how true it is, our joints are inflammed, worn down and aching, we scarcely join together anymore, the glue between me and you and them has evaporated over the years and we have lost sight of how to join into a profound conversation with each other, we’re gears grinding on sand grinding on one another
Arthritis is an amazing feat of painful experience in the last hole of a large void of a meticulous and excruiciatingly pleasurable experience of love life laughter and amazing tingles all coincidentally coinciding in the same existence within a few cells of calcium bone
Aching fragilities, building over years of unwanted sacrifice and motivated prophets who seeked the finest wines in the darkest vineyards, until the loss of marrow corrupted
Its a disease of the joints caused by the drying up of the fluid present between joints. It causes inflammation. It’s very painful. Mainly caused due to old age.
i lug your bones around in a pillowcase
(sorry i couldn’t turn you into ash)
shit for cuddling but a great companion
(we all have to make sacrifices)
they’ll toss you in with me after i kick it
(a trail mix of teeth and phalanges)
when the rapture calls we’ll stand together
(two-skulled and doubly taller)
Please hon, pass me those pills. Next to you on the dresser. I could get them, but these old bones aren’t what they used to be. You’ll understand when you’re my age. Everything starts breaking down.
My Dad and Gran has it! It’s not nice. Just pains all the time. Need medications. Can’t do buttons or anything fiddly. Feel very sorry for them all. Horrible thing to get old. Have sympathy for everyone who has it.
Ouch!
my mum has it and it’s evil and it cripples her. its a horrible disease and it affects a lot of people i know, maybe myself included. my girlfriend has it and so do many people in my family, it’s absolutely horrible and makes life extremely painful. especially in the back.
When waking up in the morning most people don’t worry about “how do I get up to go to the bathroom?”, or ” how am I supposed to get dressed later?”.
Being 74 changes all of that and I get to discover new ways of doing the simplest tasks every day.
my nanny has it apparently it hurts really bad I don’t want to have it but it does run in the family it makes your fingers all bent it makes them look weird.
There’s a kind of arthritis that overtakes you as you realise that you are never going to reach the goals you set yourself so many years ago. Your dreams are just that, dreams. Your joints start to creak as they realise. You spent too long on distractions. The face in the mirror cracks. You never got that bit of luck. Or you just weren’t good enough. There’s a twinge in your lower back. And the book remains unsold.
it’s in your hands my nanny has it and apparently to her it hurts I don’t want to get it but it is in the family.
they say i have arthritis. in my knees. because of the chron’s. this summer, i couldn’t walk up and down stairs. i got stuck downtown in the h and m, trying to climb the stairs. trying to look cool. in the end i scooted down on my butt and hobbled out to the bus.
i have arthritis. its hurts the most in the . mornings and when it rains. i do not like arthritis.
My bones betray me. Creaking, croaking things, built out of calcium and dust before I was even born, and conspiring to cripple me before I’m dead. Knuckle whispers lies to joint, who rubs shoulders with spine. I’m at their mercy.
There was once an old woman who had arthritis. She couldn’t work, or run, or play, so instead she learned to fly by picking up two flat loaves of bread and letting them catch the breeze. She flew away to a wonderful land, where bakers and dessert makers played all day, and spent all night eating the results of their labors. She lived happily ever after, although she did miss her grandchildren occasionally.
She wa scared of developing arthritis in her hands. Both her mother and her grandmother suffered from it, and after a hard day of climbing – especially if she was working on a route that was full of crimps (the smallest handholds) her hands would ache so much she could hardly hold her toothbrush.
My grandma has arthritis. When my grandfather died, it became her living companion, and replaced him with pain. She used to call it ‘Arthur’, but I don’t think it was a happy relationship.
Like the trash, she lay there sprawled across the kitchen floor. It hurt so bad just to turn her head and look for the phone. She closed her eyes, wishing for sleep or a nosy neighbor to come.
Every morning was a struggle. Even moving to the coast where the sun shone endlessly. Still the arthritis in her fingers meant she couldn’t pick up her knitting. To clutch the needles and twist the yarn around her fingers was simply too painful.
Arthritis is PAINFUL! I fell so badly for my husband who has spent 20 years of his life in hard labor as a painter, who now aches in his knees, shoulders, wrists and elbows.
The arthritis in her fingers made it difficult for her to type, so she crouched over the keyboard with her face twisted into a grimace of pain, hunting and pecking like an elderly chicken.
There is an illness that have devoured the health and consume the wealth of a people and nation, it is called arthritis. This occur when all the chemical liquid between the joint in the body have dried up and produce extreme pain. There is no known cure for this ailment also.
wait
i just wrote about this
i want another word?
is that possible
to
have a different word
i don’t know how this website works exactly
help me
;-;
Her hands hurt, they always hurt. And she never failed to notice the pain. It came from years of art, years of expression, and she always felt confident that those years were worth it. But maybe, if she was lucky, the pain would subside long enough for her to finish one last piece tonight. One last painting before she went to bed. It’s funny, she thought. Painting, as a word, starts with pain. And, she supposed, it can cause it as well.
this shit sucks balls and like it hurts really bad to move your fingers and i would totally hate to ahve arthritis and everyone says if you crack your knuckles you get arthritis and i crack my knuckles a lot so that scares me pretty bad and that’s really all i have to say about it but
Aggravated
Realizations
That
Have
Risen
Inside
The
Individuals
Soul
Arthritis hurts blue white pain in the ass. I hate it, die. It’s for old people. I hate. Pain. Kill pain. It hurts. Why ? Why does it hurt so much ? I just can’t hold my breath it holds my breaths it hurts so so much. I hate it. Hate. Hate. So much hate. I can’t think about it it’s just not my own language I don’t speak pain.
Man, got my bones aching. As if I have arthritis. The pain makes me notice. Once young but now older, and still not through this. Oh how happy that my life is just this arthritis.
some people think deliberatly clicking your knuckles can lead to arthritis, im not sure if this is true, although, i do listen to my parents, who told me to stop.old people get i t when their cartilage wares out in between their bones. i love bones, the object, but also the television series, i watch it every week. my goal is to be aa forensic scientist one day
Her hands trembled as she continued to write out all of her feelings on a tear soaked restaurant napkin. She needed to desperately pause to flex her singers before they became cramped, but she knew she couldn’t spare even two seconds to do that simple act. Her bones ached with every word hay she spooked onto her confession filled napkin. To have arthritis was painful, but to never tell him how much she loved him would’ve killed her. He needed to know at least once. Even if her fingers forever became one with the pen because she no longer could open her hand.
“I love you, and I always have.”
She looked down at the napkin and slowly let go of the pen. “Since when did I get so old?” She thought to herself as she finally managed to carefully massage her leather hands.
Aches and pains, creaking joints, rusted hinges… I think of crumbling, bent bones and terrible pain. Ashes under your skin, and dried out ball sockets, grating, crunching sounds with every movement.
My hands cracked, my bones fading. I felt as if I were slipping away along with my joints. My own body eating away at itself out of fear.
fingers cracking life lacking shortening my time my life my desire stopping me from feeling walking or loving but nothing will stop my spirit nothing will stop my heart from beating my love in your direction. Arthur Itis, you may have the hold over my fingers but you’ll never have a hold over my heart
until recently, i thought arthritis was something that old people got.
That is until my body started aching all over for no justifiable reason in the morning.
I think I’m getting old.
Crap.
hahahaha.. what? what a word. reminds me that youth is not perpetual. one day this word will mean more to me than it does now. a whole lot more. until then. i have nothing to say about it.