"misophonia" poems - Hello Poetry

Some days, I wish I was deaf I wish I couldn't hear So that people could make their routine sounds And my mind would stay clear 'Misophonia' they call it It's driving me insane A hum, a chew, a noise Replaying in my brain I can't abide people Because they'll make a sound And just like that my good mood Crashes to the ground Misophonia, they call it Misophonia, I hate my ears They pick up every single noise I wish I couldn't hear Misophonia, literally “hatred of sound”, is a form of decreased sound tolerance. It is believed[1] to be a neurological disorder characterized by negative experiences resulting only from specific sounds, whether loud or soft.

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Apr 28, 2013

Apr 28, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC

QSaint

Misophonia

Some days, I wish I was deaf I wish I couldn't hear So that people could make their routine sounds And my mind would stay clear 'Misophonia' they call it It's driving me insane A hum, a chew, a noise Replaying in my brain I can't abide people Because they'll make a sound And just like that my good mood Crashes to the ground Misophonia, they call it Misophonia, I hate my ears They pick up every single noise I wish I couldn't hear Misophonia, literally “hatred of sound”, is a form of decreased sound tolerance. It is believed[1] to be a neurological disorder characterized by negative experiences resulting only from specific sounds, whether loud or soft.

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apathy sometimes i can't bring myself to care how you feel because i don't sometimes i just like watching extreme emotions does that make me a sadist? i go through periods of extreme emotion and periods of no feeling at all often times it just depends on the time of the month but mostly i feel nothing and sometimes that's terrible it's never effective when it's convenient for me it comes and goes at it's will apathy sometimes i beg just to feel something at all void and then the littlest of emotions seems extreme sometimes i argue with you even though i don't care because i know anybody else would be angry maybe i'm ******* up misophonia the sound of chewing or breathing loud brings out spurts of emotion cringe glare angry but usually there's nothing so when i do feel it's overwhelming crying is a big deal sometimes i can make myself cry sometimes i pretend to feel apathy but only when i'm actually thinking mindlessly reading or watching a movie emotions on the page or on the screen i can suddenly feel again

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Nov 17, 2013

Nov 17, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC

alysia-michelle

apathy.

apathy sometimes i can't bring myself to care how you feel because i don't sometimes i just like watching extreme emotions does that make me a sadist? i go through periods of extreme emotion and periods of no feeling at all often times it just depends on the time of the month but mostly i feel nothing and sometimes that's terrible it's never effective when it's convenient for me it comes and goes at it's will apathy sometimes i beg just to feel something at all void and then the littlest of emotions seems extreme sometimes i argue with you even though i don't care because i know anybody else would be angry maybe i'm ******* up misophonia the sound of chewing or breathing loud brings out spurts of emotion cringe glare angry but usually there's nothing so when i do feel it's overwhelming crying is a big deal sometimes i can make myself cry sometimes i pretend to feel apathy but only when i'm actually thinking mindlessly reading or watching a movie emotions on the page or on the screen i can suddenly feel again

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I've never been good at poker But me and Life played a game I pulled a horrid, useless hand And lost every penny to my name The consequences were harsh Life gave me them with a smile With very little to work with To overcome the trials Life gave me keloid scars Life gave me misophonia Life gave me depression Life gave me paranoia And panic attacks And a fear of love (And a huge nose As if I hadn't had enough) And I'm meant to accept my "spoils" From a horrid poker game And spend years of my life Pretending I'm okay I'm supposed to laugh And have a smile on my face But what emotion should I show When the audience walks away? I'm supposed to do this Without being too fake But how can one be genuine While wearing the facades they make? So when others ask why I'm suicidal When they ask why I find everything bland When they try to fix my apathy I just tell them "I drew a bad hand"

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC

QSaint

A Bad Hand

I've never been good at poker But me and Life played a game I pulled a horrid, useless hand And lost every penny to my name The consequences were harsh Life gave me them with a smile With very little to work with To overcome the trials Life gave me keloid scars Life gave me misophonia Life gave me depression Life gave me paranoia And panic attacks And a fear of love (And a huge nose As if I hadn't had enough) And I'm meant to accept my "spoils" From a horrid poker game And spend years of my life Pretending I'm okay I'm supposed to laugh And have a smile on my face But what emotion should I show When the audience walks away? I'm supposed to do this Without being too fake But how can one be genuine While wearing the facades they make? So when others ask why I'm suicidal When they ask why I find everything bland When they try to fix my apathy I just tell them "I drew a bad hand"

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By Arcassin Burnham "Just another black boy with an half eaten cheese burger On his bed, I pray the Lord will let me lay here", The sun is out today also due to the troubled earth, Life is getting shorter so you better know your Worth, Death is inevitable to escape when it occurs, Fears for the lucky ones that really roam the dirt, B-i-r-d , you'd swear that it's the word, Will it fly East or West in hopes one day to return, You want to get right with him and not get burned, Hope you got enough courage in your tank just to swerve, Don't be a vamp all your life wishing hell for grace, You want death in a hard cover , 29 is the page, And I'll ignore every smart remarks and comments that you say, The ripples in the water cools but slowly will age, When you find freedom , memories will all fade, But when you find paradise it's more than just a trace, It's more than just a trace, I hope to get there one day, / I could feel stress on your meter, You're planning your long nights to see her, If that's what makes you happy boy, I hope she'll be the teacher, My days in this life is long gone, Sometimes I don't know what I do wrong, To find me a shorter supply for this world will divide, Have been alive for this long, To know that I'm living a lie, The purpose I'm chasing is solidified, I could look for a good reason, To raise a family without suicide, Or passed on mental illnesses that'll ruin friendships in the Flash of lightning, Might have locations you could never find me, I was looking for a way right now to get my weight up, And conquer the scarring agony of misophonia, So I'm done with ya, No time to make friends , I believe in the God we trust, I wanna get it back to the way it was... I could feel stress on your meter, You're planning your long nights to see her, If that's what makes you happy boy, I hope she'll be the teacher, They use to say our skin was our sin, And now we dress good for the black out.... A certain ability we won't lack now.

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Dec 4, 2016

Dec 4, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

River Freestyle / If You're Happy

By Arcassin Burnham "Just another black boy with an half eaten cheese burger On his bed, I pray the Lord will let me lay here", The sun is out today also due to the troubled earth, Life is getting shorter so you better know your Worth, Death is inevitable to escape when it occurs, Fears for the lucky ones that really roam the dirt, B-i-r-d , you'd swear that it's the word, Will it fly East or West in hopes one day to return, You want to get right with him and not get burned, Hope you got enough courage in your tank just to swerve, Don't be a vamp all your life wishing hell for grace, You want death in a hard cover , 29 is the page, And I'll ignore every smart remarks and comments that you say, The ripples in the water cools but slowly will age, When you find freedom , memories will all fade, But when you find paradise it's more than just a trace, It's more than just a trace, I hope to get there one day, / I could feel stress on your meter, You're planning your long nights to see her, If that's what makes you happy boy, I hope she'll be the teacher, My days in this life is long gone, Sometimes I don't know what I do wrong, To find me a shorter supply for this world will divide, Have been alive for this long, To know that I'm living a lie, The purpose I'm chasing is solidified, I could look for a good reason, To raise a family without suicide, Or passed on mental illnesses that'll ruin friendships in the Flash of lightning, Might have locations you could never find me, I was looking for a way right now to get my weight up, And conquer the scarring agony of misophonia, So I'm done with ya, No time to make friends , I believe in the God we trust, I wanna get it back to the way it was... I could feel stress on your meter, You're planning your long nights to see her, If that's what makes you happy boy, I hope she'll be the teacher, They use to say our skin was our sin, And now we dress good for the black out.... A certain ability we won't lack now.

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Stop talking.

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC

Let me start from the beginning It is an awful feeling to have to plug your ears and drown out the ocean of noises choking you to have a good meal. When I say that I can't stand it when I hear you eat What I really mean is that when you drink I imagine slugs slopping their way down your gullet And the sigh of refreshment means the acid has successfully shriveled them to death The sound of carrots being pulzerized is akin to bones Every time it is a cacaphony of dinner knives screeching against ribs It may sound silly but when the saliva transfers with the gum you insist on smacking Every ounce of fluid in my body wishes it could jump through my skin to the floor I can't ask you to quit swallowing food Though every drop that doesn't make it down Is a reminder that humans are animals Consuming flesh and constructed chemicals No, I know you won't take me seriously But spoons and knives are toys of the glutton And poison to the one that shed tears When they hear the dinner bell ring

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Mar 28, 2019

Mar 28, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC

TotallyHappy91

Misophonia

Let me start from the beginning It is an awful feeling to have to plug your ears and drown out the ocean of noises choking you to have a good meal. When I say that I can't stand it when I hear you eat What I really mean is that when you drink I imagine slugs slopping their way down your gullet And the sigh of refreshment means the acid has successfully shriveled them to death The sound of carrots being pulzerized is akin to bones Every time it is a cacaphony of dinner knives screeching against ribs It may sound silly but when the saliva transfers with the gum you insist on smacking Every ounce of fluid in my body wishes it could jump through my skin to the floor I can't ask you to quit swallowing food Though every drop that doesn't make it down Is a reminder that humans are animals Consuming flesh and constructed chemicals No, I know you won't take me seriously But spoons and knives are toys of the glutton And poison to the one that shed tears When they hear the dinner bell ring

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Certain sounds used to bother me. Human noises like people breathing drove me crazy – it didn’t have to be a wheeze, a rasp or a rattle. It remained a battle to ignore the everyday sound of normal breathing, indecipherable, barely a decibel. Another peeve, of course, was people eating, the cacophony of masticating – I flinched as I heard them chomp, crunch, chew, and munch. I recoiled in distaste as they audibly swallowed their lunch. I didn’t understand why I found the innocent sound of a faucet dripping so irritating. I felt like a monster because I couldn’t control the flash of anger when I heard someone drumming their fingers, tapping their feet. One word saved me from the lunacy of self-loathing – misophonia – a name for my malady. I don’t know what it is about labels that turns your torments into traits. Labels are the leash you use to control your troubles. Ever since I discovered I am misophonic, mundane sounds, while still annoying, no longer overwhelm me.

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Apr 24, 2019

Apr 24, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC

ms_reluctance

Label

Certain sounds used to bother me. Human noises like people breathing drove me crazy – it didn’t have to be a wheeze, a rasp or a rattle. It remained a battle to ignore the everyday sound of normal breathing, indecipherable, barely a decibel. Another peeve, of course, was people eating, the cacophony of masticating – I flinched as I heard them chomp, crunch, chew, and munch. I recoiled in distaste as they audibly swallowed their lunch. I didn’t understand why I found the innocent sound of a faucet dripping so irritating. I felt like a monster because I couldn’t control the flash of anger when I heard someone drumming their fingers, tapping their feet. One word saved me from the lunacy of self-loathing – misophonia – a name for my malady. I don’t know what it is about labels that turns your torments into traits. Labels are the leash you use to control your troubles. Ever since I discovered I am misophonic, mundane sounds, while still annoying, no longer overwhelm me.

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The vagabond will come to you in the bruised black of night so keep an angel close by to reverse the collision in your digestive track. The voice will penetrate your outline, jagged starry sounds from a drooling unhinged jaw talking about something that resembles a spiritual awakening. You will become septic with acid blood, tears running down your neck, attempting to count the visions, pointing with seared fingertips. The first to die from misophonia. Lock your door.

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Aug 20, 2019

Aug 20, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC

jalisaallycia

A Promise

The vagabond will come to you in the bruised black of night so keep an angel close by to reverse the collision in your digestive track. The voice will penetrate your outline, jagged starry sounds from a drooling unhinged jaw talking about something that resembles a spiritual awakening. You will become septic with acid blood, tears running down your neck, attempting to count the visions, pointing with seared fingertips. The first to die from misophonia. Lock your door.

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If my head isn't right How can I be wrong? Shut in a box Where I don't belong I can't stand the tapping The meaningless screeching Surrounded by sanity The walls you are breaching Strike up the meltdown Straight from the source One pull of the trigger Blows away my remorse So far from deaf I can't stand the noise One little cough Infects all my joys One after another You hit every peeve The repetetive nature Me fighting to leave Each piercing noise Day after day Drowning in silence With so much to say

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Mar 26, 2020

Mar 26, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC

Partial_Artist

MISOPHONIA

If my head isn't right How can I be wrong? Shut in a box Where I don't belong I can't stand the tapping The meaningless screeching Surrounded by sanity The walls you are breaching Strike up the meltdown Straight from the source One pull of the trigger Blows away my remorse So far from deaf I can't stand the noise One little cough Infects all my joys One after another You hit every peeve The repetetive nature Me fighting to leave Each piercing noise Day after day Drowning in silence With so much to say

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Too loud too loud too loud Click click click click Tap tap tap tap tap All I hear are those awful sounds Muffled talking Loud screaming Typing Chewing Smacking Eating Gross please make it stop This is real Not just for me But everyone else I can’t stand sounds The sounds of anything Except music Music is the only thing that saves me Tones and repetitiveness I can’t do that But drums And cellos Guitars, pianos, saxophones Those are all okay I’m sorry None of this is my fault I wish it didn’t bother me Trust me I do. But it does. I hate it Probably more than you do. You should be thankful Because you don’t. It makes my skin crawl I get hot Dizzy I shake Every sound gets amplified Please forgive me I’m sorry **** misophonia!

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Apr 23, 2018

Apr 23, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC

introspectivebeet

Misophonia.

Too loud too loud too loud Click click click click Tap tap tap tap tap All I hear are those awful sounds Muffled talking Loud screaming Typing Chewing Smacking Eating Gross please make it stop This is real Not just for me But everyone else I can’t stand sounds The sounds of anything Except music Music is the only thing that saves me Tones and repetitiveness I can’t do that But drums And cellos Guitars, pianos, saxophones Those are all okay I’m sorry None of this is my fault I wish it didn’t bother me Trust me I do. But it does. I hate it Probably more than you do. You should be thankful Because you don’t. It makes my skin crawl I get hot Dizzy I shake Every sound gets amplified Please forgive me I’m sorry **** misophonia!

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