i remember one time i had taco bell and i felt really sick. next thing i had to throw up in a bucket. It was so gross. All because of that Arby’s burger ad on the tv. I guess I was ill for a night. I will never eat taco bell… ever.. again.
She was trapped in bed, bound by the white silk sheets which encased her tight but even if she wanted to move, she couldn’t. The stench of anti bacterial fluid reeked throughout the ward and the grim dirty white walls were her cell. The sound of the heart monitor kept its smooth, barely audible rhythm. The cancer was slowly eating away her life, but the glimmering daylight of a new day from the high window where the birds sat on the ledge and sang their daily song gave her continuous hope. “Another day”, she smiled. She was just happy to be alive.
When I learned of my grandmother’s illness I was merely a child who had never experienced death’s greed. My world was so innocent, and each birthday was bursting with love and laughter. Then, disaster struck, and I began to resent words such as “ill”. Because that word strictly means loss. When one becomes ill, either emotionally or physically, they will never be the same again.
Ill is the feeling in my stomach right now. I’m not sick, I’m just SO ANGRY. It’s a little thing to go to tears over, but here I sit, lip trembling. Because it’s not just today. It’s what today has confirmed: Everyday.
when you are deathly sick and you can’t get any better. A person is ill when they dont take care of themselves. Ill is basically another word for sick.
Sara
The man was rather ill, and troublesome, it worried me at the sheer thought. I myself am rather ill, but continue with my daily routine, but this man, he has given up on life. I’m not sure what to say or do to help him, cancer. It’s the surrender of happiness, not disease. A cancer of hope.
james
I’ve gotten too much sun recently, and the muscles in my arms are sore. The warm weather has gotten to my head and I feel ill. Perhaps I should get more sleep, or drink some more water. Maybe I should remember to put on sunscreen before leaving the house…
I’m ill today. Stuck inside, watching the raindrops fall on my window. It looks like they are tears, like the clouds have been crying and their silent tears have fallen on my window. I look out, and I feel as the clouds seem to. Lonely, bored, sick.
She was trapped in bed, bound by the white silk sheets which encased her tight but even if she wanted to move, she couldn’t. The stench of anti bacterial fluid reeked throughout the ward and the grim dirty white walls were her cell. The sound of the heart monitor kept its smooth, barely audible rhythm. The cancer was slowly eating away her life, but the glimmering daylight of a new day from the high window where the birds sat on the ledge and sang their daily song gave her continuous hope. “Another day”, she smiled. She was just happy to be alive.
Hannah
Hospitals, doctors, so many surgeries I can’t even count them anymore. And still, I’m not any better, and I doubt I ever will be. All I want is to be free and happy and for the love of God, healthy again.
She was not feeling herself today. Ill is not the best word to describe it, but it would have to do for the moment. Time was of the essence, no matter how she felt.
When you’re ill, you go to the doctor. When your mind is ill, you go to the therapist. What happens when your relationship is ill, and it’s to the point where everything is a broken cycle? When both people discourage each other and they don’t know how to stop it?
ill. Just thinking of the word makes me sick. It brings back some of my best and worst memories.
Alex
I’m pretty sure that I’ve written about you, oh, at least four times now. I’m not going to be your lover! Not here; not there; not anywhere!
Dan
if you are ill then you stink but i still love you for all that you stink and are contagious just dont get grumpy with me x
molzaa
Sometimes I wish I was ill, if only to feel what it is to be alive. I want to be forced to hope for the next day, and to have goals that I have to complete. I want to be incapable of being ungrateful. I want to realize how much I will miss people, and how much people will miss me. I just want to feel loved, even if that means I have to die to discover that.
Kate Evans
a cold washcloth gently placed on an old mans forehead, his skin is thin and translucent. freckles surround his eyes. clean white sheets that make up his bed.
i cant imagine what i would do if my mother or father fell ill while im deployed. everthing i thought i was doing for the army and myself will have been a waste compared to what i would feel if i lost them.
Samantha
Eli looked at Mary, his face blank. She knew he knew. All he ever wanted was the truth. She thought he didn’t notice how she counted her steps, how she always made sure everything was in its place. He confronted her a few times about it, but she always dodged the question. Finally, after months of this tiresome game, they sat down.
“Eli…I need to tell you something.” Mary started to fidget nervously. She knew this could potentially make or break the relationship.
“You can tell me anything, Mary, you know this.”
“Eli…I’m ill. I have a tumor festering in my heart. The doctors have tried everything…and it’s highly fatal. On top of that…my OCD. It’s been…strange. There’s a possibility it’s becoming even more serious.
the word strikes me as quite dramatic with three vertical lines Two
long lines of equal length an one that would be of equal length if
the gap between the line and the dot were filled in. The visual impact of the word itself strikes me as sound and upright and well,
healthy
the wiz that he was
ill have to get off any type of distraction and get to my studying. Procrastinating is not an advantage to anything even tho sometimes we think it is… (i’ll) means I will do it Now.
Jewelz
I’ll wake up today. I’ll see her today. I’ll tell her she’s beautiful. I’ll dance with her in the afternoon. I’ll see her smile. I’ll take her home. I’ll tuck her in. I’ll kiss her goodbye. I’ll lock the door and tell her it’s all going to be alright. I’ll never see her again.
Colin Keane
ill this is when you’re sick to your stomach and can’t do anything but lay in bed. this is when something is so legit nothing else can put it to bed. this is when something is done in bad taste or planned poorly.
The ills of this life tend to get me down. Be it a physical ailment or the trials in my life, sometimes just the little things try to break me. Its about trusting God more and more, and then slowly the little things won’t bother me so much – He is in control.
My whole body is dreary to the core, I feel airy, expired, crusty, drippy, snoozy, heavy. I can’t muster energy in any form. I have taken ill.
Taylor
It makes me ill to think of it. I can hardly bear the memory. I don’t know whether it is better to go back and pick it apart in counseling, or to just do the best with each day as it comes. I thought I had worked it out, but I guess it will always make me ill to think of it.
Carol Bailey Floyd
I really hate being ill. It makes you feel all shitty inside and you get headaches and stomachaches and aches all over. I especially hate the vomiting part of being ill.
themudbloodprincess
I feel ill thinking of his face. I hate him. I hope him and his buick drive off a cliff. And i hope it explodes. How can someone claim to love me and keep me up all night worried sick? and then keep me waiting all afternoon for his prescence when he said he’d come around. I hate him. I hate him. I hope i’m strong enough to leave him.
She felt the convulsion in her stomach. Again. And again. Soon, the spasms in her gut forced the contents of her stomach to spill all over the toilet bowl.
ill ease today. cannot stop shaking. passers by stare. no one stops to help, i am alone. the ill of society. what is the cure? who is the cure? is there a cure? no one stops to help. I am alone.
Stephanie
everytime she tries to stand, the breath of the monsters pulses through her bones. she can not be free of him. he captivates her with the power he has, renders her weak, and owns her soul. her being is ill with regret.
Being ill is all mental. It’s not that you’re not ill, but sometimes, when you’re really scared or nervous you get ill. But its all in your head. It’s not that big of a deal. you only think it is.
Kara Middleton
i’ve taken ill
got a bill
my pocket’s nill
and i’m out of rhymes so i’ll start saying the truth
i cannot pay for my body to act this way
but it does
and i’m stuck sick of everything
stuck with my illness
Liana A.
Ill? why is my word ill? What is wrong with you? Have you got the flu? I don’t even know why I’m writing about being ill, i’d rather be healthy. And not ill. And drunk. Very drunk. And somewhere hot. And I have nothing of interest to say right now. So I’m going to keep typing like the website told me to. Just like the website told me to.
James Thomas
I was very sick the day before we were supposed to go on vacation. I was laying in bed the morning before that and could not get out. My head was spinning and my toes were cold. I could not lift my head without the pressure of what felt like 100 pounds sitting on top. My girlfriend was worried and called the doctor. The doc said to take a daytime cold medicine. Keep a cold rag on my head and relax for the day.
Becky
Sick. You don’t feel good and sometimes you want to curl up and die or punch someone. It is awful and nobody likes being ill. It is unpleasant and sometimes your nose won’t stop running and you feel really sick. You can get really ill and go to the hospital. It is not good.
Anonymous girl
I like it better when written with a capital I, in a sans-serif font. Ill. Almost looks like 3. Talking about your grandparent, “Oh no, he’s 3.”
thinking about my children with certain people makes me ill. I get anxiety and stomach pains. The thought of my children becoming ill, hurt, emotionally damaged, any of these things makes me cringe. I feel helpless because I have to honor a court order to let my girls go to [Dad’s house] on the weekend.
i remember one time i had taco bell and i felt really sick. next thing i had to throw up in a bucket. It was so gross. All because of that Arby’s burger ad on the tv. I guess I was ill for a night. I will never eat taco bell… ever.. again.
She was trapped in bed, bound by the white silk sheets which encased her tight but even if she wanted to move, she couldn’t. The stench of anti bacterial fluid reeked throughout the ward and the grim dirty white walls were her cell. The sound of the heart monitor kept its smooth, barely audible rhythm. The cancer was slowly eating away her life, but the glimmering daylight of a new day from the high window where the birds sat on the ledge and sang their daily song gave her continuous hope. “Another day”, she smiled. She was just happy to be alive.
When I learned of my grandmother’s illness I was merely a child who had never experienced death’s greed. My world was so innocent, and each birthday was bursting with love and laughter. Then, disaster struck, and I began to resent words such as “ill”. Because that word strictly means loss. When one becomes ill, either emotionally or physically, they will never be the same again.
Ill is the feeling in my stomach right now. I’m not sick, I’m just SO ANGRY. It’s a little thing to go to tears over, but here I sit, lip trembling. Because it’s not just today. It’s what today has confirmed: Everyday.
when you are deathly sick and you can’t get any better. A person is ill when they dont take care of themselves. Ill is basically another word for sick.
The man was rather ill, and troublesome, it worried me at the sheer thought. I myself am rather ill, but continue with my daily routine, but this man, he has given up on life. I’m not sure what to say or do to help him, cancer. It’s the surrender of happiness, not disease. A cancer of hope.
I’ve gotten too much sun recently, and the muscles in my arms are sore. The warm weather has gotten to my head and I feel ill. Perhaps I should get more sleep, or drink some more water. Maybe I should remember to put on sunscreen before leaving the house…
I’m ill today. Stuck inside, watching the raindrops fall on my window. It looks like they are tears, like the clouds have been crying and their silent tears have fallen on my window. I look out, and I feel as the clouds seem to. Lonely, bored, sick.
I’ll feel no thrill if I fall ill; it’s a bitter pill.
She was trapped in bed, bound by the white silk sheets which encased her tight but even if she wanted to move, she couldn’t. The stench of anti bacterial fluid reeked throughout the ward and the grim dirty white walls were her cell. The sound of the heart monitor kept its smooth, barely audible rhythm. The cancer was slowly eating away her life, but the glimmering daylight of a new day from the high window where the birds sat on the ledge and sang their daily song gave her continuous hope. “Another day”, she smiled. She was just happy to be alive.
Hospitals, doctors, so many surgeries I can’t even count them anymore. And still, I’m not any better, and I doubt I ever will be. All I want is to be free and happy and for the love of God, healthy again.
She was not feeling herself today. Ill is not the best word to describe it, but it would have to do for the moment. Time was of the essence, no matter how she felt.
When you’re ill, you go to the doctor. When your mind is ill, you go to the therapist. What happens when your relationship is ill, and it’s to the point where everything is a broken cycle? When both people discourage each other and they don’t know how to stop it?
ill. Just thinking of the word makes me sick. It brings back some of my best and worst memories.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve written about you, oh, at least four times now. I’m not going to be your lover! Not here; not there; not anywhere!
if you are ill then you stink but i still love you for all that you stink and are contagious just dont get grumpy with me x
Sometimes I wish I was ill, if only to feel what it is to be alive. I want to be forced to hope for the next day, and to have goals that I have to complete. I want to be incapable of being ungrateful. I want to realize how much I will miss people, and how much people will miss me. I just want to feel loved, even if that means I have to die to discover that.
a cold washcloth gently placed on an old mans forehead, his skin is thin and translucent. freckles surround his eyes. clean white sheets that make up his bed.
If you are not for good you are for ill. I think today I am for ill. *checks pulse and temperature* Yep, I think so.
i cant imagine what i would do if my mother or father fell ill while im deployed. everthing i thought i was doing for the army and myself will have been a waste compared to what i would feel if i lost them.
Eli looked at Mary, his face blank. She knew he knew. All he ever wanted was the truth. She thought he didn’t notice how she counted her steps, how she always made sure everything was in its place. He confronted her a few times about it, but she always dodged the question. Finally, after months of this tiresome game, they sat down.
“Eli…I need to tell you something.” Mary started to fidget nervously. She knew this could potentially make or break the relationship.
“You can tell me anything, Mary, you know this.”
“Eli…I’m ill. I have a tumor festering in my heart. The doctors have tried everything…and it’s highly fatal. On top of that…my OCD. It’s been…strange. There’s a possibility it’s becoming even more serious.
the word strikes me as quite dramatic with three vertical lines Two
long lines of equal length an one that would be of equal length if
the gap between the line and the dot were filled in. The visual impact of the word itself strikes me as sound and upright and well,
healthy
ill have to get off any type of distraction and get to my studying. Procrastinating is not an advantage to anything even tho sometimes we think it is… (i’ll) means I will do it Now.
I’ll wake up today. I’ll see her today. I’ll tell her she’s beautiful. I’ll dance with her in the afternoon. I’ll see her smile. I’ll take her home. I’ll tuck her in. I’ll kiss her goodbye. I’ll lock the door and tell her it’s all going to be alright. I’ll never see her again.
ill this is when you’re sick to your stomach and can’t do anything but lay in bed. this is when something is so legit nothing else can put it to bed. this is when something is done in bad taste or planned poorly.
The ills of this life tend to get me down. Be it a physical ailment or the trials in my life, sometimes just the little things try to break me. Its about trusting God more and more, and then slowly the little things won’t bother me so much – He is in control.
My whole body is dreary to the core, I feel airy, expired, crusty, drippy, snoozy, heavy. I can’t muster energy in any form. I have taken ill.
It makes me ill to think of it. I can hardly bear the memory. I don’t know whether it is better to go back and pick it apart in counseling, or to just do the best with each day as it comes. I thought I had worked it out, but I guess it will always make me ill to think of it.
I really hate being ill. It makes you feel all shitty inside and you get headaches and stomachaches and aches all over. I especially hate the vomiting part of being ill.
I feel ill thinking of his face. I hate him. I hope him and his buick drive off a cliff. And i hope it explodes. How can someone claim to love me and keep me up all night worried sick? and then keep me waiting all afternoon for his prescence when he said he’d come around. I hate him. I hate him. I hope i’m strong enough to leave him.
She felt the convulsion in her stomach. Again. And again. Soon, the spasms in her gut forced the contents of her stomach to spill all over the toilet bowl.
ill ease today. cannot stop shaking. passers by stare. no one stops to help, i am alone. the ill of society. what is the cure? who is the cure? is there a cure? no one stops to help. I am alone.
everytime she tries to stand, the breath of the monsters pulses through her bones. she can not be free of him. he captivates her with the power he has, renders her weak, and owns her soul. her being is ill with regret.
Being ill is all mental. It’s not that you’re not ill, but sometimes, when you’re really scared or nervous you get ill. But its all in your head. It’s not that big of a deal. you only think it is.
i’ve taken ill
got a bill
my pocket’s nill
and i’m out of rhymes so i’ll start saying the truth
i cannot pay for my body to act this way
but it does
and i’m stuck sick of everything
stuck with my illness
Ill? why is my word ill? What is wrong with you? Have you got the flu? I don’t even know why I’m writing about being ill, i’d rather be healthy. And not ill. And drunk. Very drunk. And somewhere hot. And I have nothing of interest to say right now. So I’m going to keep typing like the website told me to. Just like the website told me to.
I was very sick the day before we were supposed to go on vacation. I was laying in bed the morning before that and could not get out. My head was spinning and my toes were cold. I could not lift my head without the pressure of what felt like 100 pounds sitting on top. My girlfriend was worried and called the doctor. The doc said to take a daytime cold medicine. Keep a cold rag on my head and relax for the day.
Sick. You don’t feel good and sometimes you want to curl up and die or punch someone. It is awful and nobody likes being ill. It is unpleasant and sometimes your nose won’t stop running and you feel really sick. You can get really ill and go to the hospital. It is not good.
I like it better when written with a capital I, in a sans-serif font. Ill. Almost looks like 3. Talking about your grandparent, “Oh no, he’s 3.”
thinking about my children with certain people makes me ill. I get anxiety and stomach pains. The thought of my children becoming ill, hurt, emotionally damaged, any of these things makes me cringe. I feel helpless because I have to honor a court order to let my girls go to [Dad’s house] on the weekend.