#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
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC
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
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
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...
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 1:58 AM UTC
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.
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 11:32 PM UTC
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.
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 5:01 PM UTC
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.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC
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.
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
my lifes a mess
headaches
unless
when i look into your
eyes
my own eyes ache
and get wet
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
“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
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
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
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
The mind is throbbing
Thoughts and doubts, screaming loudly
Blurring my vision
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
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.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
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
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
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
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
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.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
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
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
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.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
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.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
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.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
The sun is brightly shinning
may it shine through my thoughts
and break away the cobwebs deep within my mind
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
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
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC