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ottaross Dec 2014
A slow-rising migraine seeps into my head
As toxic floodwaters that fill the rooms of my home,
Seeping into my skull with powerful fingers
Like heat-seeking needles to pierce the calm quiet
Of a relaxed and peaceful reverie.
kailasha Nov 2014
Did that really happen?
Or was it just me.
Were you just batting your eyelashes
or did you really wink...at me?
Is there a reason for
you walking beside me
or is it just our paths coinciding?
Question upon question tower in my mind,
they form headaches,
as well as smiles.

Just a little imagination used.
i Nov 2014
maybe she just loves you
more than i do, but nobody
really knows how i feel inside,
nobody knows how hard it is
to live with the fact that we
don't fit and i'm never gonna
hold your hand and kiss your nose.
i'm certain about one thing,
and that is my love for you.
but she makes me doubt myself
and whether or not i want
to fight for you, give myself
to your demanding soul,
and craving heartbreak,
because baby i just wanna
be with you, and i miss you,
no matter how much she loves you,
i'll always love you more.
Liv Oct 2014
waves of pain
crash against my skull
with each collision shaking my insides
and every thundering bolt
pushing me closer and closer
to grabbing the forty-five
in a desperate attempt to stop
my head from shaking and screaming
to be set free
breathe in, breathe out
to a cold barrel against my temple
pull the trigger, count to three
we were "so nearly free."
you grab the camera, i'll grab the gun.
let's make a movie.
DSD Feb 2014
Red
Temples throb.
Ears burn red hot.
Myriad thoughts
Collide, coalesce and split.
Coalesce again.
A dark sand storm of doubts
Fear and panic brew
In the charred barrens.
Hands to my face.
Distant melancholy themes.
Overwhelmed.
Violent conceptions
Need release.
Red flows
Through graphite
At Fahrenheit 4-5-1.
Fahrenheit 451- temperature at which paper burns.
Spikes of pain are going up my arm
And my head is aching with some kind of alarm
They're all trying to tell me the one thing I know:
The inside and the outside of my body are COLD!~
Silence Screamz Oct 2014
Four long days
Festering inside
Teasing me
Breaking my pride

Attacking every atom
Counting my cost
Squeezing my energy
All day, I am lost

I can not move
You puts me in chills
Stand up dizzy
On the floor, no frills

Finally you stop
No torture no pain
You finally left me
Don't come back again
I cannot place the words inside my heart;
They speak without the language of my mind.
And no translator ever faced a part
The difficulty of this certain kind.
I think my spirit longs for something warm;
But that is too abstract a feeling, true:
Perhaps it longs for shelter from the storm...
I doubt it likes all that it's been put through.
My soul has far too much to just express;
It must be a headache to the list'ners.
Its potency is void to the masses.
O, how my heart moans; it is prisoner.
     Distant it is feeling; words cannot say
     Just how far my heart has been pushed away.
Too much in my head
Voices, songs, condemnation
There's no room for you.
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