heart
bed
temperature
cold
pain
head
stomach
mum
sleep
yw
Maladies, mumbled wishes
of well-being,
wondering when my wait
will wind down,
when will
my own illness win?
Lauren
Love sick, darling.
It’s that sickness that keeps you tied down in hospital beds, long after all the other patients have mended.
The kind of sick that gets you rolling over yourself in the morning, dry-heaving because nothing else can come out of you.
The kind of sick that feels like purple, trying to take out blue.
I knew that she had been ill, it was obvious. There was a hospital bed sitting smack in the middle of the dining room floor and she was in it. But I didn’t recognize the magnitude of what that meant to me as a young girl trying to grasp the severity of just how ill she was. She wasn’t there…her body was, but her mind was somewhere with the angels. The lights grew dim and hope escaped the day that mom went to join them.
linda carlson
what a strange word. ill. you can add W in front of it and it is a name. B. a name. But alone…. it is just sad. how are you? ill. oh….. instant conversation killer. if someone is ill it just sounds even worse than if they were sick. they just sound….depressingly ill. as if they had the plague!
And whilst I was trying to make sense of the darkness around me I felt violently ill. I vomited there and then, all hope abandoning me whilst splattered on the pavement, may be it was time for me to tell the truth.
It made me physically ill to think of
all those dreams that I had let shatter
into a thousand gleaming bright shards
letting them drift away
like whispers on the wind
unable to hang onto them
when I open up my eyes
It was the winter of 1934, and Sarah was ill. Again. The medicine bottle was empty. There was no money to buy more. Sarah cried. Mother cried. I sat with the empty bottle in my hands, terrified of what would happen when father came home.
Grace
…..
jssl
you don’t realize that though this is hard, each day can be a chance to have victory and feel stronger as a person. illness is hard, but can create a way for you to help others. to share. we are not alone and that’s the most important driving force in human history
ill looks ill, the word itself looks ill I mean. weak, breakable, ill. i feel ill, that statement sounds ill in itself. it makes my tongue feel ill just saying it.
tootie
My mother was in the hospital recently, diagnosed with an unknown strain of Flu. We had gone overseas a month before as missionaries, and she began to fall sick near the end of our stay. When we got back to the states, she had been having blackouts pretty regularly… The doctors say they have never seen anything like it before. Dad’s in the same boat; even with his 20+ years working as a Surgeon at Princeton Plainsborough, he doesn’t have a clue.
Quinton
a state being for the ones that dont have to be healthy to know.
mr584903
im so illç
ill
ill
ill
oll
ill
he is so ill
yesterdfay i knew he die for illness
my grandppa is ill
i fell so ill
my sister is ill
are you ill?
he’s ill
she’s ill
i’m ill
EWtrg
I’m ill but don’t want to be. I find that to be ill is to have a distracted state of mind. Distraction causes illness. Hope and optimism contribute to health. Today, I am distracted.
sick disturbed unnerving disgusting sick dead not found sick under gone lost alone never gone forever sound i don’t want to don’t MAKE me alone sick done done done
Pippa
Are you well, sir?
No, I am ill. I am… very ill.
What is your complaint?
You, my dear. You are my complaint, my illness, and my remedy. Please… tell me that there is hope, that you could one day love me. Don’t leave me in agony!
But Mr. Wentworth, I’ve only just me you, I…
Oh! Do not say that your heart does not know mine! They knew each other before we even knew each other’s names!
“It is my grandfather he is ill. I am so sorry but i wont be able to come to hawaii. I’m afraid for him. His funny bone is acting and he cant stop laughing! It is very hard for my family.”
Caroline
one word that makes think what phrase is so special that we only need to say one thing to get the point across. not so much special but maybe just important. like food think about it if u were in a third world country and a little girl came up to you and said food you would instantly find something for her to eat. that one word just made her day.
Emma
illness is the thing that plagues humans when they least need it. It is the feeling that you get when you don’t feel that anything is right, or that something has gone drastically wrong. Its the feeling in your stomach when you feel that things will never be right again.
Megan
I find myself ill before the world. Ill before myself. Something’s lacking, missing within me that I can’t quite place. It’s infuriating, this piece. It’s so small and yet it bounds the key to my freedom.
ooh now ill i feel, as if my own world was ill
maybe i want the world to be ill?
hmm, no thats too mean, im too nice for that
i don’t want to be ill, just world peace will do
world peace anyone? going once? twice?
SOLD! to me of course
Breonna Johnson
“bogdan foresaw that those on board the transport wished all of you ill will.’he’-by escaping earth-became too valuable to them.so bogdan just implied that you had an even higher worth.”
Ill.
I feel ill this morning.
But I have this tendency to always make myself feel ill, especially when something’s coming up that I don’t want to do.
Skills, huh?
No, but seriously. My sister woke me up early this morning (and not nicely) and so I’ve just felt icky all day. ALL DAY.
And I’ve already been awake for like… two and a half hours. I SHOULD FEEL BETTER BY NOW.
Anyways. This rant was brought to you by moi. Peace out. (:
that is nasty. illlllllllllll. don’t make me eat it.
at the table. sitting.untio i finish.
arms folded (temporarily, must not show too much displeasure.
after all, children in Africa….) and all.
yum.
j
ill or I’ll? I’ll assume ill. Heh. Clever. Ill like my boyfriend right now after a long night of drinking? This word of the day really sucks. Why do i want to write about ill?
I was sick for 5 days and there was no end in sight. the doctors didn’t know what was causing my severe pain and weakness. I hoped that they would discover something in their labs but they said it would take at least a month. My friends are taking good care of me but i don’t know how long this will last.
The thought made her ill. She had to physically hold her stomach so as not to lose the dinner she had only so recently eaten. What the man was telling her couldn’t be true. It was disgusting, impossible! But the way he was laughing as he pointed at the meat on her plate and at the picture of her missing brother she couldn’t help but believe him. She threw up.
Being sick is dreadful. Ill is another word for being sick or unable to function like a proper human being. Sickness does not allow for the heart to heal after heartbreak. Headaches and vomiting usually follow illness, meaning the subject of such illness is not able to attend school or lectures etc. I find it awful when I’ll ill.
Lizzie Cole
This is not what makes me ill. What does it for me is the fact that no one ever listens these days. I mean , really. what does it take to give a small amount of your attention to someone. We nod, and say we listen, but we don’t
Bonnie R
his hands are slightly wet, they touch each other like old friends like old classmates they learned the ways of the world together, the feel of women, the soft skin on their backs beckoned them. sometimes waiting in line at school he would touch the girl in front of him just lightly. he would shrug it off as an accident, pretend it wasn’t the sensitive fingertips. he’d turn around quick like it had been his shoulder, the brute that it was. when really it was his hands, his slightly wet, slightly excited hands.
sickness, death, tragedy. Such a small, simple word, that holds, heavy meaning. Ill. Lost loved ones, pain. Ill.
Michael Dorn
It is a breaking of something not like bones,
a softening of pieces not like hearts,
a dying of someone not like you,
and then the world turns away from your eyes.
I swore that I´ll never drown in the sea of his eyes again,
but I failed and now I´m ill… lying in the endless ocean of despair.
heart
bed
temperature
cold
pain
head
stomach
mum
sleep
Maladies, mumbled wishes
of well-being,
wondering when my wait
will wind down,
when will
my own illness win?
Love sick, darling.
It’s that sickness that keeps you tied down in hospital beds, long after all the other patients have mended.
The kind of sick that gets you rolling over yourself in the morning, dry-heaving because nothing else can come out of you.
The kind of sick that feels like purple, trying to take out blue.
I knew that she had been ill, it was obvious. There was a hospital bed sitting smack in the middle of the dining room floor and she was in it. But I didn’t recognize the magnitude of what that meant to me as a young girl trying to grasp the severity of just how ill she was. She wasn’t there…her body was, but her mind was somewhere with the angels. The lights grew dim and hope escaped the day that mom went to join them.
what a strange word. ill. you can add W in front of it and it is a name. B. a name. But alone…. it is just sad. how are you? ill. oh….. instant conversation killer. if someone is ill it just sounds even worse than if they were sick. they just sound….depressingly ill. as if they had the plague!
And whilst I was trying to make sense of the darkness around me I felt violently ill. I vomited there and then, all hope abandoning me whilst splattered on the pavement, may be it was time for me to tell the truth.
It made me physically ill to think of
all those dreams that I had let shatter
into a thousand gleaming bright shards
letting them drift away
like whispers on the wind
unable to hang onto them
when I open up my eyes
It was the winter of 1934, and Sarah was ill. Again. The medicine bottle was empty. There was no money to buy more. Sarah cried. Mother cried. I sat with the empty bottle in my hands, terrified of what would happen when father came home.
…..
you don’t realize that though this is hard, each day can be a chance to have victory and feel stronger as a person. illness is hard, but can create a way for you to help others. to share. we are not alone and that’s the most important driving force in human history
Her stomach swelled. She wanted to feel something for the growth within her but it seemed to just fill with warm air, stretching her out slowly.
When I don’t write and find that I talk around all the things I wish to say, inept at articulating simple thoughts, this when I know I’m ill.
ill looks ill, the word itself looks ill I mean. weak, breakable, ill. i feel ill, that statement sounds ill in itself. it makes my tongue feel ill just saying it.
My mother was in the hospital recently, diagnosed with an unknown strain of Flu. We had gone overseas a month before as missionaries, and she began to fall sick near the end of our stay. When we got back to the states, she had been having blackouts pretty regularly… The doctors say they have never seen anything like it before. Dad’s in the same boat; even with his 20+ years working as a Surgeon at Princeton Plainsborough, he doesn’t have a clue.
a state being for the ones that dont have to be healthy to know.
im so illç
ill
ill
ill
oll
ill
he is so ill
yesterdfay i knew he die for illness
my grandppa is ill
i fell so ill
my sister is ill
are you ill?
he’s ill
she’s ill
i’m ill
I’m ill but don’t want to be. I find that to be ill is to have a distracted state of mind. Distraction causes illness. Hope and optimism contribute to health. Today, I am distracted.
sick disturbed unnerving disgusting sick dead not found sick under gone lost alone never gone forever sound i don’t want to don’t MAKE me alone sick done done done
Are you well, sir?
No, I am ill. I am… very ill.
What is your complaint?
You, my dear. You are my complaint, my illness, and my remedy. Please… tell me that there is hope, that you could one day love me. Don’t leave me in agony!
But Mr. Wentworth, I’ve only just me you, I…
Oh! Do not say that your heart does not know mine! They knew each other before we even knew each other’s names!
shrug it off, she told herself. remember tomorrow you’ll be gone. there’s grad school and night classes and day shifts and france.
illusions, sick fusions with ill glued tins and
that’s cool, that’s wicked, that’s ill
that’s all
folks, we’ve got something to spill
“It is my grandfather he is ill. I am so sorry but i wont be able to come to hawaii. I’m afraid for him. His funny bone is acting and he cant stop laughing! It is very hard for my family.”
one word that makes think what phrase is so special that we only need to say one thing to get the point across. not so much special but maybe just important. like food think about it if u were in a third world country and a little girl came up to you and said food you would instantly find something for her to eat. that one word just made her day.
illness is the thing that plagues humans when they least need it. It is the feeling that you get when you don’t feel that anything is right, or that something has gone drastically wrong. Its the feeling in your stomach when you feel that things will never be right again.
I find myself ill before the world. Ill before myself. Something’s lacking, missing within me that I can’t quite place. It’s infuriating, this piece. It’s so small and yet it bounds the key to my freedom.
ooh now ill i feel, as if my own world was ill
maybe i want the world to be ill?
hmm, no thats too mean, im too nice for that
i don’t want to be ill, just world peace will do
world peace anyone? going once? twice?
SOLD! to me of course
“bogdan foresaw that those on board the transport wished all of you ill will.’he’-by escaping earth-became too valuable to them.so bogdan just implied that you had an even higher worth.”
Ill.
I feel ill this morning.
But I have this tendency to always make myself feel ill, especially when something’s coming up that I don’t want to do.
Skills, huh?
No, but seriously. My sister woke me up early this morning (and not nicely) and so I’ve just felt icky all day. ALL DAY.
And I’ve already been awake for like… two and a half hours. I SHOULD FEEL BETTER BY NOW.
Anyways. This rant was brought to you by moi. Peace out. (:
that is nasty. illlllllllllll. don’t make me eat it.
at the table. sitting.untio i finish.
arms folded (temporarily, must not show too much displeasure.
after all, children in Africa….) and all.
yum.
ill or I’ll? I’ll assume ill. Heh. Clever. Ill like my boyfriend right now after a long night of drinking? This word of the day really sucks. Why do i want to write about ill?
sickness death not feelings to your fullest.
I was sick for 5 days and there was no end in sight. the doctors didn’t know what was causing my severe pain and weakness. I hoped that they would discover something in their labs but they said it would take at least a month. My friends are taking good care of me but i don’t know how long this will last.
The thought made her ill. She had to physically hold her stomach so as not to lose the dinner she had only so recently eaten. What the man was telling her couldn’t be true. It was disgusting, impossible! But the way he was laughing as he pointed at the meat on her plate and at the picture of her missing brother she couldn’t help but believe him. She threw up.
Being sick is dreadful. Ill is another word for being sick or unable to function like a proper human being. Sickness does not allow for the heart to heal after heartbreak. Headaches and vomiting usually follow illness, meaning the subject of such illness is not able to attend school or lectures etc. I find it awful when I’ll ill.
This is not what makes me ill. What does it for me is the fact that no one ever listens these days. I mean , really. what does it take to give a small amount of your attention to someone. We nod, and say we listen, but we don’t
his hands are slightly wet, they touch each other like old friends like old classmates they learned the ways of the world together, the feel of women, the soft skin on their backs beckoned them. sometimes waiting in line at school he would touch the girl in front of him just lightly. he would shrug it off as an accident, pretend it wasn’t the sensitive fingertips. he’d turn around quick like it had been his shoulder, the brute that it was. when really it was his hands, his slightly wet, slightly excited hands.
sickness, death, tragedy. Such a small, simple word, that holds, heavy meaning. Ill. Lost loved ones, pain. Ill.
It is a breaking of something not like bones,
a softening of pieces not like hearts,
a dying of someone not like you,
and then the world turns away from your eyes.
I hate when teens use the word “ill” to represent something “cool” or should I say interesting rather.
Ill is when a person is taking their last breaths on a hospice care bed and struggling to survive with an oxygen mask.
Ill is not a really good song with a beat.