"migrain" poems - Hello Poetry

I feel empty Like all the emotions are still inside me But I don't feel like letting them out anymore Besides, what is that even for I feel empty My starving mind and body can only tell one thing That this world is too crowded for a person like me And this is the moment I doubt in voluntarily breathing I feel empty I don't wanna think straight Everything has happened in sync and in serendipity These actions are just too late I feel empty No music, game or form of excitement can wake me up in this reality Nothing at all can help me now It's like passing away is planned somehow I feel empty This heart that is palpitating or brain having a migrain Can't make me forget about things that just adds to the never-ending pain Truly numb forever, this is me I feel empty If this will ever be my last goodbye I would just like to say thank you for everything you have done to me All those advices at my crisis Or the shoulder to cry on during my vices Thank you and now I'll probably die

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC

LonelyGirl21

Empty

I feel empty Like all the emotions are still inside me But I don't feel like letting them out anymore Besides, what is that even for I feel empty My starving mind and body can only tell one thing That this world is too crowded for a person like me And this is the moment I doubt in voluntarily breathing I feel empty I don't wanna think straight Everything has happened in sync and in serendipity These actions are just too late I feel empty No music, game or form of excitement can wake me up in this reality Nothing at all can help me now It's like passing away is planned somehow I feel empty This heart that is palpitating or brain having a migrain Can't make me forget about things that just adds to the never-ending pain Truly numb forever, this is me I feel empty If this will ever be my last goodbye I would just like to say thank you for everything you have done to me All those advices at my crisis Or the shoulder to cry on during my vices Thank you and now I'll probably die

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Our next stop proved to be margially better. It was Karachi, a civil airport. Surely there would be better amenties there, we were going to a brand new hotel! there were four of us in a room, I was first to attempt to take a shower, I stripped off and turned the shower on , There was a noise like a loud cough, and a horrible foul smelling watery mud blasted out. filling the room with an unbearable stench. Fortunately I Just managed to step back in time to avoid being sprayed with it. I dressed quickly and joined the lads in the bar. One of the aircrew spoke to me. What ever you do, don't drink the water, stick to beer.! I had a serious Migrain problem, and I was not about to drink beer- it tended to bring on severe attacks. I and a corporal friend opted for bottled orange juice, not knowing that it had been (home made) in the hotel, using their polluted water, under the most filthy conditions. We were going to pay dearly for our mistake! Our next stop was Singapore, This was a much nicer place. and we were given a good meal and settled in to catch some much needed sleep. I began to feel ill. I was doubled up with massive stomach cramps. I managed to dress myself and headed for the doctors surgery, but collapsed before I got there, and ended up being stretchered in to the examination room. Gordon, my corparal friend was also there, and we found ourselves being admitted to the wards of the Isolation Hospital. ! more anon.

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Jun 15, 2014

Jun 15, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC

b-j-clement

Maralinga part five.

Our next stop proved to be margially better. It was Karachi, a civil airport. Surely there would be better amenties there, we were going to a brand new hotel! there were four of us in a room, I was first to attempt to take a shower, I stripped off and turned the shower on , There was a noise like a loud cough, and a horrible foul smelling watery mud blasted out. filling the room with an unbearable stench. Fortunately I Just managed to step back in time to avoid being sprayed with it. I dressed quickly and joined the lads in the bar. One of the aircrew spoke to me. What ever you do, don't drink the water, stick to beer.! I had a serious Migrain problem, and I was not about to drink beer- it tended to bring on severe attacks. I and a corporal friend opted for bottled orange juice, not knowing that it had been (home made) in the hotel, using their polluted water, under the most filthy conditions. We were going to pay dearly for our mistake! Our next stop was Singapore, This was a much nicer place. and we were given a good meal and settled in to catch some much needed sleep. I began to feel ill. I was doubled up with massive stomach cramps. I managed to dress myself and headed for the doctors surgery, but collapsed before I got there, and ended up being stretchered in to the examination room. Gordon, my corparal friend was also there, and we found ourselves being admitted to the wards of the Isolation Hospital. ! more anon.

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There is no escape from the metal that fills the rooms and taunts you in your sleep, whispering your name, waiting, such a silly game it plays, a winning prize not much of a reward, it is blood and close encounters with death that keeps you dealing cards, just to see what one's next, a yearning that drills your brain like a thunderous migrain and yet, you still manage to sleep all day, Ghosts are tired of bashing down your bathroom door, you know painkillers won't stop it anymore, they're real and only you can see them now, I heard they're trying to put your body underground.

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Jun 12, 2012

Jun 12, 2012 at 9:02 AM UTC

madsline

"Just stop, please. Just stop!"

There is no escape from the metal that fills the rooms and taunts you in your sleep, whispering your name, waiting, such a silly game it plays, a winning prize not much of a reward, it is blood and close encounters with death that keeps you dealing cards, just to see what one's next, a yearning that drills your brain like a thunderous migrain and yet, you still manage to sleep all day, Ghosts are tired of bashing down your bathroom door, you know painkillers won't stop it anymore, they're real and only you can see them now, I heard they're trying to put your body underground.

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