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I hold on to my sanity,
for it is all I've ever built.
I am searching for clarity,
for I refuse to wilt.
They come and go you know.
-I have been reading some Dante.
- I am trying to edit this,
My brain
Is under so much pain

I wonder,
What have I gained?
By all that I have stained?
With words
With strokes
Of effort

The ink
Never fading

But the pain
Was it worth?
13.12.2018
I think I overexerted myself yesterday, refused to rest even tho I had a headache because I hate sleeping. I just finished my O/Ls and I wanted to have a little fun so yh didn't wanna take a nap.
Karisa Brown Oct 2018
*******
*******
*******

To everyday
That I feel pain

To the ones that always
Rain on my parade
Pardon my manners
But I think my head is displaced
Or off circuit
Or just a basket case
of unending nerves
That bundle together
To make a fire place

And then shock
Me with migraines
On an unforgiving
Regular basis

My paranoia
Is all that's left
Maybe I'll give that a go
Maybe know one will ever know

That the shhhhh....
Their listening!

Sorry the end.
Desmond the poet Apr 2018
I woke up confused.
I asked: what happened?
I’m broken and bruised.
Silently and violently, I was attacked.

I’m still curious to know what really happened.

The attack tears through my mind.
I’m separated from the world.
My mind was stolen.
As usual, I’m exposed to horrible migraines.

Oh! My God, it’s another seizure.

It’s one of many since childhood.
Oh! you inevitable silent attacker.
We’ve walked together since childhood.
You’ve got the nerve to even attack me at home.

I still can’t get used to our long-term one sided relationship.
Every epileptic seizure still hurt like the first time.

https://www.facebook.com/EpilepsyandCpfriends/
I am trying to express what I go through after every epileptic attack.
Abigail Nov 2017
I can feel it

like a beating heart
in my head

like a hammer
on wood

there it is
in my skull

I can feel it
13 May 2017
Turning left triggers migraines
my eyelids graze flaring screens
that discharge cold lightning in to my brain
the asymptomatic essence dissolves in a shade of sepia
welcoming what will become another day in the mental calendar.

Uneasiness will creep into this calmly drifting hour
and fruitless realization will take root
ignoring what has become of the past, the morning
inviting what is to come, the afternoon, the evening, the night.
The following seconds are warped in flow
there is little time to let bygones go.
As light escapes this crystal globe
and sparkling diamonds are left to bloom
I am still where my mind was wrought
when cold lightning to me was brought
zooming out to the grandest scale, the weeks, the months, the years unveil
whole lifetimes in lethargy lost.

This is what our excuses dearly cost
standing up is psychophysiological strain
only sleep numbs the pain.
Posted on May 26, 2015
When my head is pounding & my heart is throbbing,
when it seems like a good idea to drink my sorrows away till the next morning.
When the constant pain just starts to get worse every time you cross my mind.
It’s not midnight sadness anymore,
it’s morning & afternoon sadness that i can never get over.
You were my anti-depressant & now that you are gone
I crave you more than anything & i’m sadder than I ever were.
feeling sorry for myself again,
surprise surprise, I think a lot
they say don't it's bad for you,
surprise surprise, I wonder still
feeling sorry for myself again,
like some crack-addled *****
frustration at every turn, as I see
the corridors of my mind; a dead end
every time, and maybe the migraines
are a true sign of recent times
pain for days, a complete sense of contempt
seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes
high up in the trees, stitched into leaves
to look down on everything so

feeling sorry for myself again,
surprise surprise, I think a lot
they said don't it's bad for me,
surprise surprise, I wonder still
feeling sorry for myself again,
like some lonesome lowlife
I understand the kettle's whistle,
tormented and brought to boiling point,
tortured by the very talents that give it purpose
am I a kettle or a joke to you?
pain for days, a complete sense of contempt
seeing myself so low, I must mount my eyes
high up in the trees, stitched into leaves
to look down on everything so
Not much to say lately, I do miss myself though
SassyJ Feb 2016
I dissect this body
Cut it up to pieces
Drowning pisces
Drawing circles

I tear myself up
Coiled in stress
Migraines press
Tensed with tress

I cry intermittently
Violated to crush
Throw me a rush
Nothing is plush

I hold the end rope
Always next in line
Why are you fine?
Unlinking azine
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