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Xella Jan 2020
These reflecting pearls, the bane of my existence-
Oh so blind to the left and right of squiggly lines like
The pounding of a fly on eardrums- my mind they scour
Flies beating round the hole in my head,
equivalent to the way they fall fate to windows-
Window sills their life long bed-
My windows to the world seem to fall short- failing
Even now in writing this down-
The buzzing bees build their home above my mind and below my throat.
Sydney V Dec 2019
I,
am a walking
headache.
My figure parts beams
of others' light
my coming--
like an aura
that signifies
a migraine,
accompanied by--
the passing
unnamed,
unnecessary,
blips
of luminesence
that,
is my signal
to both come,
and to go.
Inspired by a favorite poet of mine, Mark Strand.
- Jul 2019
my lifes a mess
headaches
unless
when i look into your
eyes
my own eyes ache
and get wet
Tasnim Uddin Dec 2018
“2:36”
says the clock on the wall.
with  
every
passing
minute
time  
slows
and
my thoughts  
drift off
into
another world.
a sly pain
creeps up
the ridge of my nose
and trickles
down into  
my eyes  
i blink,
--once--
--twice—
a frail attempt to
push it back,
her eyes filled with
sincere concern.
she asks if i'm okay,
snapping me out of my daze,
i blurt out,  
yeah, i'm fine,
it’s just a headache.
offering her a  
small smile,
in an effort
to calm the dull ache
i press my cool fingers
over my eyes
and move my thumbs  
in tiny circles
along my temples
a rush of relief  
washes over me,
but it lasts  
only a few seconds.  
suddenly
waves of pain
flood the space between my temples
and course
down my neck,
piercing  
into my shoulders.
i nestle my head
into my arms
muffling
the shouts and roars  
around me.
slowly
i lift my head  
and peek
at the clock  
“2:41”
at last
my suffering is over,
for today.

but  

there is
always  
tomorrow.

-Tasnim Uddin
I get really bad headaches all the time, this the best way to describe it.
Brynn S Nov 2018
Breathes of the room
Each silent creek
Warning the chambers
Footsteps of stealth
Inside the mind
Exhale the darkness
Breathe in new light
Fallen to none
The planets collide
Each star a signal
Lasting comfort inside
Beating heads
Racing hearts
It hurts so bad
But I want more
Last
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
The mind is throbbing
Thoughts and doubts, screaming loudly
Blurring my vision
Sorry guys!
I'm definitely going to finish the final freeverse today.
My headaches have returned with a vengeance and its hard for me to both rest and write, but I'm not letting it stop me.
The last freeverse will be up today and then I'll put it in a collection later!
Thank you so much for 214 followers and for your patience!
Much love!
Lyn ***
Willard Wells Jul 2018
I have awoken at an early hour, Early morning or earlier than I want, but the gathering has begun. It appears in clusters as they say, as the pain gently taps, almost an absent thought, but if not aware, taking over all focus or any thoughts beyond the pain. I see the dark on the other side of the blade as I look over the edge of the crevasse trying not to go too far into the depth of my pain. It has been many years with a dance of doctors, drugs, along with a little experimentation along the way. A form of self-imposed self-medication. Avoiding the dark on of that side is to avoid the doctor's opiates advise.
The thirsty throat of my thought never lets me think
It swallows up each idea into the dead mass of depression
Selecting what joys to **** dry each day
Headaches and hangovers help me forget my forgetfulness
The remiss panic attacks assist my fugue state
Then my own failure and impending irrelevance does me the honor
Of piercing the center of my skull like a rhino's horn
Grateful I feed it my fears and futilely fake freedom for my family
They can’t know, they have problems I know, I wont let it show,
Friends, whether fake or “for real” worry for me,
Disgraceful
Im not some sappy sonofabitch looking for sorrow
Just wake me when I’m already late and disappointing you tomorrow
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