Concussions Poems - Poems about Concussions

...The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God By Tarian Marks I had a thought about if God didn't exist What if man alone was responsible for these temptations that we couldn't resist? What ......

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...How Do You Feel? I don’t feel great on any given day, I know that’s not a too great thing to say, but were you in my shoes, you’d understand, I’m sure because I’m cursed with something for whi......

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...#BadAzKillR he squeezed gently pinching the lever once again and felt the intense power being let loose travel up his arm … whiffs of sulfur smoke acting like a drug on his sinuses eyes wide......

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...Dear football although the thrill of you brings me joy I find it a struggle to be a normal boy The repeated hits to the head have left me struggling to think Even looking at the slightest ......

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...Vodka seems to be part of the Russians. It's like order and structure for Prussians. Vodka opens the mind, but it makes one inclined to fall over and suffer concussions. How t......

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...slipping when the wallpaper walks and the floor pulls the wind out of you *saccades: a rapid movement of the eye between fixation points (impaired, as with concussions, causes v......

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...Bed. Bedlam. Bethlehem. Chronic traumatic encephalopathy: Something with football and clandestine Conferences, like political campaigns. Suicides just outside the bride's bridal shower, Becaus......

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...Bottom of Totem Pole Oh my gosh and do bless my soul Someone is at bottom of totem pole Then try to control way they vote Making them become a scapegoat. Are always rocks and a hard place T......

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...A walk in the rain I took a walk in the rain today. Looked down at wet pavement under my feet. Not wanting to slip and fall. Two concussions in a year was too much for me. A brain bleed too, t......

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...Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks. The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links. Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion. On and on, th......

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...The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child Each day the pattern was the same, for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. WHACK! He cursed her for a......

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...The True Form of Life Life: A timeless adventure from beginning to end.Beginning as  an infant with no worries or secrets,To an elderly senior with desires to live and explore, More than it’s given ......

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...Feel the winds of change, dear friend, They are a blowing. Brethren beneath a common cause, Kindred spirits, gather united. To stand tall against opposing Factions, Yet we remain strong survivors, O......

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...Physician’s convictions to poison their patients, Procedures with Ether, cold X-Ray stations A thousand scans in milligrams, Lobotomies and Amputations… Surgeries to transform me, Imperfections ......

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...Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly i......

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