body dysmorphia from...
an overactive optic nerve
speculation on the dating and self worth market
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homeless people exist
we are not clean for we do not have civil rights
the illness is in the occupation of the united states of america
welcome to the civil war
Traumatic brain injury
traumatic headaches
intense frontal pain
temples are numb
quietly sends painful
signals throughout
my brain sometimes
my mind searches
for respites as the
pain swelling reaches
my optic nerve
radiating across my
skull thinking itch
my bones feel like
they are biting my brain
the muscles tense up
throbbing breaking
down my mood funny
I can’t focus so I breathe
pray this pain goes away
Traumatic brain injury
Association
The focus burns through a paper-thin reality
seared rings smolder,
the laser fixed eye
becomes a fire starter.
You watch that slow burn
as the watcher watches the one who watches.
The foothills of mind catch the tinder, simmer
until lightning strikes flash upon an optic nerve,
a flare of solar plexus radiance
scorches all before it.
A wind is unchained from a giant painting of stillness
it runs through a hallowed valley of spinal awareness
charring the seen
until an exposure takes on the shape
of molten heat.
Now the one who looks
has broken through the tissue of perception.
My cataracts are common and very aggravating
I’m told everyone over forty has them,
They certainly are on the optic nerve grating
By distorting and causing my vision to dim.
Trying to watch a movie is certainly frustrating
As faces are contorted and scenes become grim
While blinking often my eyes are adjusting
And tears are flowing from my eyes’ outer rim.
written November 9, 2021
rain lives
in the womb of clouds
black and white clouds
flying over the sky crowd
the sun
on its orbital path as usual
but parched bone
feels the sun hottest
I, the cruel people
kill thousands flora and fauna
luxurious life
dries fully the humane tears
now there is no coolness
in retina, visual cortex, optic nerve of the earth...
-Wednesday, June 12, 2019 Chattogram
Unburdened by mass,
star born
photons
hurtle
through vacuum voids.
They reach a planet
where green continents swim
in blue oceans.
It is night. A woman
looks up at the sky.
The photons travel
through the gelatinous matter
of her eye and die
on her retina,
sparking electric pulses
that race
along the optic nerve,
and her miraculous brain
translates:
I see a star.
Not beauteuos to say but you more than
A frog to kiss, In nous you inflicts these
Emotions that spins round and round in
My mind, irresistable and the pulse harsh.
With a gaze to your splendid torso, brings
Forth a maze, that I am lost in thy white
Rimed perplexing eyes only my portray to
See bewildered in the dark pigmented iris
If not this be error, an optic nerve Beauty
Then I have learnt to appreciate my lady
And comprehend in nous my lameo not
To voe thy affections. A figment of minds
More than a fantasy... That you are even
The reason to my dawn ejaculations awry
Craiz as it is Tapiwa words cant weird all
In that is deeply hidden in fragile hearts.
I feel as if walking inside
an impressionistic painting, that too in 3D
as far as I can see, a world of dots and light
the same as what I’m made of.
I see summer in spring.
My eyes touch the sky and sky me.
I feel people staring at me
but why don’t they ask me about my Glaucoma.
My optic nerve, the cable, is damaged
And sends visual information to the brain
And can cause slight vision or even blindness
And am advised to take marijuana,
The most controversial choice
though there are alternative therapies.
I know smoking marijuana has been proven
to reduce intra ocular pressure
and prevents optic nerve damage
but takes a heavy toll
as one has to smoke multiple times a day
for the consistent results
adding to the global drama of medical marijuana.
I am trying it out but…….
Feeling the side effects of depression & exacerbate asthma.
+++
November 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
7th place win
Contest: Medical Marijuana by Debbie Guzzi
I want to pour myself
into your eyes
and see
what it is you fear,
erase it
from your optic nerve
so the gnawing
of uncertainty
burdens you no more
I look into you
see the birth of pain
and you abandoning it
as if it doesn’t exist
like an orphaned
new born child
I weep for your denial
Blips repeat on man's optic nerve
Reflections of each shapely curve
The impulse to meet
Slows the beat of his feet
And to greet the target he'll swerve
The optic nerve is the longest nerve in the body,
But its really just a message carrier to the brain,
Where sight is actually seen.
The ear, on the other hand,
Is the on-ramp for music,
Leading down the higway,
Directly to the soul.
So the world softly exploded,
concussion grenade in a pillow factory;
shocking and disjointing,
dust and feathers spraying the vision,
tickling the optic nerve.
Clattering and booming, although
silently, like an inconsequential earthquake
in a vacuum.
Heartbeats came limping through,
dull, solemn, the drum accompanying
a funeral march, slightly out of time.
Green lines skipped and blipped,
radar peaks and troughs,
portions erased here and there
gaps in the picture.
There’s no life on Mars,
and little left in here in this room,
well, curtained cubicle
of sparse clinical veneer.
Alone with sensations of dying and
death, alone with the self,
last thoughts,
a mortal coil sparkling weakly
like slowly flattening lemonade.
Ah, let’s not be melodramatic,
this supposed cataclysm,
seismic event of the flesh,
it’s, quite frankly,
overrated…
and as for pain,
I’ve had worse…
Lightning struck the vision, ripping up the sky,
flashed photo sensitivity upon the surface eye;
exploded on the retina with white electric rain,
spitting down the optic nerve, developed in the brain.
Then the synapse shuffle sparked both frightening and fine,
threw switches in the vertebrae, crackled in the spine;
infected in the blood stream, rhapsody and sting,
bade the veins expansion, made the plasma sing.
Muscles cramped delicious, agony so sweet,
charges on the derma from head down to the feet;
rapture swelled the lips, engorged and fit to blow,
love embraced conception as perfumed juices flow.
Powder keg of first sight detonated bright,
conducted sparks to fuses, set the world alight;
and images of ecstasy forever found a place
in the chambers of my heart and the look upon my face.