I have a headache and want to die
With this orb in my eye
Lost vision in my sight
This is such a plight
With nothing to fight
Except the pain in my head
That will not end
Go ahead and send me to hell
Ring the awakening bells
The pain my penance
For being my mother's menace
Goodbye world does one hell of a twirl
Now it's time to give down below a ready go
Let this be known as my final hour…
Oh wait !!
The pain has subsided
About dang timely
Now would you kindly
Forget what I said
I am now off to bed
It's been a rough night
Troublesome racoons ~ I didn't get a wink...
Black coffee, you're my salvation
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Smoking my last pack
I must say this every day
I have a headache
Writing two lines took me two hours or more
A headache was never such fun before
This headache is killing me.
Beating through my skull, this throbbing pain.
It's so constant and that might be the worst part.
Sitting alone in my bed slowly dying
right in front of the ghosts.
They find it to be so disrespectful,
Me wasting my youth alone in the dark.
They judge me with scornful and familiar faces.
They almost, just almost, look like my friends and family.
So all pressure from their gazes hurt that much more.
But the pain never ends,
because even when they look away.
My head still hurts
MY NEUROLOGIST SAVED MY LIFE TODAY SORRY I WILL NOT STRESS OVER IMMATURE PERSONS SENDING TERRORIST THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES TO A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURED DISABLED WOMAN TODAY AH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY RELIEF GOD BLESS AMERICA
I sit in class with my thoughts on blast,
The paper in front is one of the last
I fidget with my pencil and remain outcast
And act oblivious to the obvious task.
The teacher walks around, reviewing each kid;
I remain unphased, and continue to stay hid
The teacher walks past, along the floor grid
I don’t peep a sound as my thoughts start a bid.
I cannot do this task that has been handed to me,
When my thoughts won’t stop bothering me
It pains me that they live rent free,
And I really wish I could be set free.
I look at the work that is undone,
I cannot finish now or it will be numb
However later on it will be done
Only when I do not feel this unfun.
President Clinton's Headache
Monica and Bill had owls in their eyes
Yet Bill fell from his perch onto what lies
Both stained the White House bowels
Hooting exchanges of vowels
It had been worse had he gone past her thighs
connie pachecho
2/7/24
Painful being in love
Headaches, heartaches and sorrow
It is Hell on Earth.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
My head is aching, it's a skull pounding sensation.
My hands are shaking, from the constant anxious narration.
Trying to breathe deeply, keep this train from leaving the station,
I know this is my own diffident manifestation.
For me anxiety is an expectation;
I stop talking to myself and start to listen,
Let this fear become an infestation, it was all of my own creation.
This is my cowed vocation.
nails being pounded
pans being banged together
screaming kids fighting
I see the wake
of what I look at
objects casting ripples
through the sea
of visual fields
like a boat or Nessy
cutting water
in zig zags
its trail allowing
secrets, coloured
kaleidoscope waves
rips and tears
peep holes no less
an honoured glimpse
into the mechanics
of reality, I hope
nobody up there
gets into trouble
for showing me
things they shouldn’t
how things are working
behind the scenes
so much is going on inside my head
this relentless thrashing
the hard beating
the insufferable thumps
circling in motions around my skull
the stress i hold is a terrible burden
on my outer appearance
the body that’s supposed to hold the image
of independence, strength, happiness
yet i feel none of these right now
as the gnawing thunders through my mind
i don’t know to fix it
i’m told time will
‘give yourself time to understand
to heal, to figure it out, to turn weakness into strength’
but what if i don’t have time
or i don’t want time
i just want the noise in my head to end.
there was a young man from Seville
whose wife's voice was chillingly shrill
he said please shut up
he’d more than enough
sending him looking for advil!
(caveat: no endorsement of product intended)
Relationship's stress:
Gives awful distress;
Depression caress,
Patience can't assess,
What lone words undress.
In my mind's bus;
I sit mistrusts,
To alight fuss,
While turning wuss.
Our affair;
Faults ensnare,
To repair...
Weird souls'
Wrath goals,
Paired!
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