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#headaches
I can’t picture a life without problems, They inspire us to work hard and learn. We will all suffer this process, Satisfaction from works is what's earned, No matter how much we avoid it. It always comes back in three folds, So, just Bite the bullet and persevere, Even though storm clouds there are Rainbows. The Sun will Shine and the skies are blue, The forecast for today, is optimistic and true, You got to go through it the issues will cease, Once, the problem resolves, in this you'll find peace B.R. Date: 11/28/2025
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC
A Life without Problems
If they don't like, or want to be around you, then let them go, If people appreciate you, they will let you know, no time for discouragement, This I do deplore, You can tell Satan, and his demons that they can hit the door, You need no negativity in your space or Life No headaches, confusion, bickering or strife, People can be so onery, Trying to make you feel low, If you want to have Peace then just LET THEM GO!!! B.R. Date: 8/4/2025
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Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
Let them Go
Water deep Water few Water people Water due Water eats salt Like a ghost, with nothing else To show, for a reach a fault? Water in the weigh, of a prophecy of hell... Stoic, the taste... Of a conscience Who is a praise, for a waiting haste? Justice, for coping some, of presence? The secrecy of worldly worth? Had; like a star of judgment's liberty Can a patience, be of this meant earth? Liberating a holy guarantee, we invented puberty... Dead and loving it? Where has, justice's babel been? Work before a rainbow, and hence made spit... War with a cleaner eye, has forever to win...
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 1:58 AM UTC
How; Didn't, God Teach You About War?
A Woman took My Name, While a Girl stole My Heart. On seeing the Girl with Me, The Woman's headaches Start. The Woman has Sharp Eyes, The Girl's Eyes are Blue. The Woman has chained My Life and wants to stick Me with Glue. The Girl holds on to My Heart While the Woman holds on to Me. What good is this Life of mine, When My Heart isn't Free. I'm caught in a ****** Triangle, Where the characters are the Same. All I do is play Hide and Seek. When they keep calling out My Name.
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Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 11:32 PM UTC
A Girl stole My Heart
Screens filled with data and words Too much information, it blurs Together, thick, unwieldy, Lacking in trust or fealty, Too much together, Lost forever, A moment. In descent.
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Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 5:01 PM UTC
Too Much, Too Little
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.
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC
Oh so blind to the left and right.
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.
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
Ache
my lifes a mess headaches unless when i look into your eyes my own eyes ache and get wet
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
eyes
“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
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
in five minutes
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
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
Lasting
The mind is throbbing Thoughts and doubts, screaming loudly Blurring my vision
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Mind
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.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
The Gathering
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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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
Untitled
Hearing the deafening static in my mind Every time I get motion sick Arguing siblings who can't be mature Dead of night where a thunderstorm rages on After a really long, hard, cry Concentrating too hard on too many things at once Harmless basketball headed fast for cranium Eating or drinking nothing for too long
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
headache- an acrostic poem
I think of him when its raining and the weather is gloomy and the clouds come in the surround me just like he did for a short, short while. I imagine he is sitting somewhere in New York right now drinking some awful Gin and Tonic drink , writing something about some girl in a bar. Or he's walking with his jacket high up over his neck day dreaming of his long lost Juliet or maybe he's scheming something more like Macbeth. I like to think he thinks of me from time to time, the girl he sent poems to on Valentines Day, the girl he talked about loving the ocean more than life. I know it's a bit narcissistic and a bit conceited but I like to think he know's I think of him from time to time. When La Vie En Rose comes on and when I'm walking down the freshly rained on streets humming a tune. When I am alone in my room contemplating how I couldn't make things work with good people or when I re read those poems I keep hidden away in my closet. I imagine he's sitting in New York at some trendy, dive bar, making friends with the bartender telling stories about his life. I imagine he's writing something about a girl he's currently in love with and the features that makes him swoon because one day he will give those poems to her for Valentines day as well. I imagine that the day he finds the Juliet to his Romeo- he won't need to think of the girl whose too far away and in love with the ocean anymore.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
New York
Waging a war in my head I don't know why I'm not dead It hurts to think Wishing the memories sink Do or don't do I dare not try For most thoughts are of suicide People say they know how you feel But do they know the deal the bargain you made But still having the person fade What are you willing to give So a love one may live
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
In my head
Sometimes I yearn for something more.
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Headaches
I can stare blankly. I have mastered the art. Feelings evade me, I swept them into the dark. Now I persuade me, Run away from your heart. Keep running long into the morning. Never saying goodbye before you depart. Run away but not too lively. Remember, you must keep up with your art.
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
ennui
I thought that all my pains will go, That was my selfish motive in love. I never foresaw my health worsening, Now my head aches more, sweetly, though. I have her bouncing in my memories, May be on my pure love she was bouncing. I should have coated my love for protection, Lest she entered a period of parturition. I wanted to sacrifice myself more for her, Less for myself in the game of love. I never wanted her to turn rougue, For I had sworn my loyalty to her. I know not where this vertigo will take me, Everything shakes so violently in my head.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
My Head Aches More, Sweetly, though
She’s tired and clammy and hot, and her head pulses and aches, But she gets up anyway, to go and answer the door, And everything spins, and tilts, and whirls, And it is a blurry mess of revolving objects, Where she can’t see anything, But she must act normal, And so she stands straight, Smiles, And lets the words he speaks reverberate around her brain, As her vision slowly settles back in, Only to go away again, When she steps down to take the package back in, And her head throbs, And she pushes her glasses back up her nose, As she puts the package down, In hopes that it will help, And like she already knows it wouldn’t - it doesn’t, But when she pivots so she faces the delivery man once more, Her face is calm, and cool, and the same, And only when she has bowed her thanks, And he has bowed his, And she has closed the door after him -- Does she sink against the wall, Waiting for the dizziness to pass, And hoping that upon it’s return, it will be no worse, Than it already is.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
Vision
The sun is brightly shinning may it shine through my thoughts and break away the cobwebs deep within my mind
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
Cobwebs
Perhaps I was right And I had done no wrong Perhaps you knew it too And were just playing all along Perhaps I was wrong And perhaps you were right But if so, why can't I see it? Is it hidden from the light? I sought out an answer Frustration at failure hardened my heart I couldn't find one, no matter what I lined up the sight but missed the mark So tell me, if you are right Where it is that I ****** up Because this **** is giving me headaches And simply put, I've had enough
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
Perhaps