Long Eating away Poems
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Give me a headache
The fury of a migraine
The pounding of temples
The powder keg sensation
Of explosion a minute away
Give me a tummy ache
The kind that makes you double up
Fist pounding the bed
Hands clutching sheets
Retching into a bowl
From the pain of knots
And cramps
Give me a back ache
That leaves me immobile
For fear of the searing pain
That would accompany
One wrong movement
Pain shooting up my spine
Without searing pain
Shooting up my spine
Deadened only by pain killers
Give me any kind of physical pain
I will bear it, I will survive
I will live to see another day
But spare me
Oh spare me this pain
This pain in my heart
This heartache
That is eating away at me
Devouring my mind
That is accusing
That is demonizing
And driving me insane
This internal pain
That has me in fetal position
Rocking back and forth
Crying out in shaking sobs
Biting my inner lip so hard
That blood mixes with my tears
Just..just to feel something real
Something to fool my mind
Into believing
The body is in need of aid
Defense systems kicking into place
Let my mind be fooled
Let it forget
The other pain
That pain
A pain that is quickly leading
Massive heart failure of love
………………………………………….
Death
A state where there is
No feeling
No pain
No joy
No tomorrow
Nothing…
Give me…Oh please, please give me
The other kind of pain.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...please understand this is a literary piece of work that shows an exaggerated state in the mind of the writer...me. I don't mean to trivialize the pain of those who suffer from chronic pain of any sort. This is MY poem, and MY thoughts on the matter. THANK YOU!
My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove
That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
Eating away at our profits, typically planned
This mother nature, no dollar sense
No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge
There she goes firing of again
Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows
Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all
Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
As we now look around at our self made mess
Your love is corrosive
Caustic
Eating away at my sense of worth
Scathing
Your words
More so your silence
Burning away
The tender fibers of my heart
And I smile
As I’m being eaten alive...
Vitriolic embraces
Scorching simply because
They are too brief
Too perfunctory
Erosive kisses
Eroding my passion
With their simple pecks mockery
Instead of intercourse of lips and tongue
Acerbic love making
The smell of my burning flesh
Lingering after the brief encounter
Of two bodies devoid of souls
I’m being reduced to nothing
Acrid tears burn down my cheeks
In the destructive light
Of your “love”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Dear me of the past
The me that couldn’t last.
You folded in shadows and learned how to bend,
But breaking was never supposed to be the end.
You were molded, changed, rose from the ash,
Yet now all you do is hide behind a mask.
You paint on smiles with trembling hands,
build paper walls and call them plans.
You speak in echoes, laugh on cue,
But no one hears the real you.
You say that you’re fine while knowing you’re not,
You prance around while living with rot
That’s eating away from deep within
The absence of truth in your soul is a sin
But still, you rise with each aching breath,
a quiet rebellion in the arms of death.
You drag your shadow through dawn's slow grace,
longing for light to kiss your face.
Yet, here I am writing to you
The version of me that was beaten and abused
Do not quit, I know you’re a fighter
The darkest of times can only get brighter
You walked through fires no one could see,
carried pain like it was stitched into memory.
But oh, poor boy with weathered skin,
don’t you know healing begins within?
The mirror may haunt you with all you’ve survived,
But scars are proof that you’re still alive.
You’ve loved with a heart that was never whole,
gave pieces away just to feel like a soul.
But now, now, I see you clearer each day,
a warrior dressed in shades of gray.
Not broken. Not lost. Just not yet done.
Your story's still being carved by the sun.
Bright lights, noise, life, living is
cold and sometimes unsettling becoming a disappointing annoyance,
when and where time seems to stand still
and all motion, activities, purpose ceases.
For some, the sounds are enthusiasm that life continues to thrive
looking elsewhere for a new goal, a point and purpose;
Others seek some driving force, an incentive or a push
to hold them steady in place, patient, waiting.
For a moment, all appears the same, stagnant,
unchanged, ungrowing, eating away within,
slowly decaying the minhtes, bored, dying without challenge
as everything around is stationary, unmoved.
But there is a hidden force in being alive and well,
beyond mere survival in a giving and a taking
in getting through the need, the time,
the very act of living.
Take your number now,
be patient, understanding, kind
and wait your turn in line.
Smear me with your temporary love…
My bleeding love is as crimson as red lipstick
Rose pedals collapse as I see an angelic dove…soaring above…
Heartbreaking tragedy tears us apart again – you’re just another brick
You’re just another brick in the wall
We lose ourselves as you and I freefall
Answer my call, oh Lord –
Answer my desperate call for our sake; we can’t afford
Having another heartbreaking tragedy…
I was her Shakespeare, writing lines with my passionate might – I never thought over
love could end so soon…at least we’re both free
Free from our cells of our personal lives…
Flee from the anxiety and agony, we’re breaking out with sickness and the bees are
attacking us and eating away at us – stinging us in the process, making our infections
worse – as if we’re their hives!
Be with me and let’s go with the flow
Stay with me and let’s go with the flow
You’re my fantasy and I can’t let you know…
Nor can I let you go…I can’t let you go, but I must though
What’s the matter? I ask you, trying to ease your tension
Do you hate the way I ask you that question?
I tried to show my affection towards you, but in return, you make me go through a cycle
of rejection
Weakening me…scarring me for life –
Who can heal this infection?
Can you show me direction?
You were the one causing all of the strife!
You made me nothing compared to how you treat your friends
While your hearts mends, my heart, with guilt injected in it, bends
I float like a feather…
You don’t make this heartache feel better!
I would rather…I would rather
Have you in my life again – you’re like no other
I’m getting outtah control
My heart’s racing full throttle
Let go of me…stop embracing me…let go of my heartbroken soul
Farewell…let go of me right this instant!
I’m weeping aloud like a discontented infant!
Rejection hurts to the core
Capital letter …
Right now, please note: it is time to dust, not write.
Dust was eating away this besieged body;
Amassing with all the misery that delights in ambush.
It crept into secret crevices,
Quietly dulling senses, as it blended in;
Softly choking, mimicking flu,
Before weaving a blanket so thick
It embraced and insulated;
Gently burying body under the weight of
An elephantine duvet with speaking tongues.
Write now, right now that house pride has succumbed to ash
As caked and empty cans and bottles decorate.
The dustman hurried by the empty drum
For rubbish barricaded the front door.
The inconvenience: to eat, drink, shop, to pay bills
Without leaving one’s desk these days.
Friends and adversaries seep out of pens,
Alphabetically springing to colourful life.
Who dares miss a thought so precious, so elusive –
Might never occur again.
So grasp it, rack it; right, left lobe battle dire emotions and reason.
Let dust prevent thoughts from leaving from whence it came.
Incarcerate all grey matters.
Now one can write how it feels to have dust as qwerty companion.
Then fling open the door,
Let light and the world in.
Shout: “I write because I can.”
Full stop … Exclamation mark!
End.
(PS: begin again.)
There’s a persistent pain eating away at my heart
Memories of what was… tearing me apart
How can I smile after all I have seen?
How can I dance when I am in this machine?
There’s a repetition chipping away at my soul
Fighting for the right to be complete and whole
How can I sing when sorrow weighs heavy on my chest?
I tried giving you my absolute best
There’s a fight between my spirit and mind
I need more than a temporary sign
I need more than this internal grief
I need waters to flow in order to gain relief
There is a fire brewing underneath these twigs and sticks
Illuminating all the shames and dirty tricks
Revitalizing purpose and desire
Learning to submit to someone much higher
How can I fly with wings of distortion?
How can I rebirth this emotional abortion
Numbness lasts for parts of this season
When all one knows has committed treason
Questions rose during battle and retaliation
Nights under stars are born inspirations
It’s as Sweet as honey in its final hour
Only pure love can bring forth life, restoration and power.
By: Sabina Nicole
Why did you reply to my message that day? It’s not like you to respond, that isn’t your usual way
For years you have ignored me as though I was a stranger to you, so what changed between then and now? Is your conscience eating away at you?
Or maybe I am wrong, maybe it wasn’t you on the other end, maybe it was someone disguised as you, someone playing pretend
Maybe it was your true love, you know the one that was before, during, and after me? Maybe it was her wondering who I was because she never knew of me
But maybe it was you and you were just afraid, scared that I would continue to reach out and you couldn’t face that play
You were probably beside yourself thinking you had finally been caught, but truly you do deserve this after all the pain that you brought
But that wasn’t why I was reaching out to you, but you didn’t have time to wonder why, you had to cover your tracks and you know it’s true
The past came back to I guess you could say bite you where it hurts the most, and you made your bed long ago with what you now consider a ghost
You acted as though you had no idea who I was that day, I guess that was the path that you were choosing to take
So that way you could be none the wiser and maybe I would leave it alone, but you should know me better than that, oh wait, I guess you don’t
That would require you ever knowing the real and true me, and that would have been hard to do when all that you wanted to do then was play games with me
Well now it’s my turn, am I finally in your head? Are you able to sleep at night now? Or are you reliving the past over and over again?
Are you worried that she would find out about the regret and mistake that you made? You should have thought of her feelings and mine back then when all that you wanted to do was play
But I’ll let you off, don’t worry I can take a hint, we’ll play things your way, the torture in your mind is enough for me knowing that I’m the cause of it
See I’m usually not this vindictive, this just isn’t me, but when I gave my all to you and you treated me as though I was nothing, there was a change in me
So, don’t worry, we’re still strangers as we always will be, I will never contact you again, but I guess that you’ll just have to wait and see.
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M.OTION
Sam Swam Swooshing and Pushing Further in the Swamp...
Is it Easier to Swim in a Muddled Puddle of Murky Meanderings; Submerged and Immersed in Mental Entangled Misunderstandings? Negative Thoughts eating away going CHOMP* CHOMP* CHOMP* in this Getaway GET-FAR-AWAY in the Dive of Doom, seeing no room for CLARITY yet...
"SAM THE MAN" had a Breakthrough, he faced his demons and Freed himself too...took Responsibility, New Found Humility and Began to Demonstrate a Warmer Civility and All Along He Had The Ability To Swim Where MOST have gone Before...He Sought and Fought FOR ONCE for SAM..."So A Man Thinketh So Is HE..."SAM...I AM" is UNCLOGGED Mentally...
SAM SOARS SPECTACULARLY AS A STRONGER BEING*
"SAM" SENDS HIS SENTIMENTS IN DEMONSTRATION AND MEANING*
©Renee Denise Gross 12/9/2017#