So this poem got stuck in my head on a particularly sleep-deprived night with vertigo. Anyway, it is a little weird. But then so am I. Don’t flirt with reality It twists and turns, Undulates and burns. It’ll blow your mind See what you see Hear what you hear Touch you touch Know it is… Continue reading Poem: Don’t flirt with reality
This poem is inspired by coping with illness and how over time you change your self-identity and develop your self-worth on the way to acceptance and find strength there. Life story I didn’t know my spirit It was all mine to control. That there I had merit In my very soul. It was mine… Continue reading Poem: Life story
GHOSTS Are ghosts real? Just a fabrication of me... Or crossing the veil... Or is my mind crazy Just a fabrication of me... Misfiring in the head Or crossing the veil... And filling me with dread Misfiring in the head Or crossing the veil... And filling me with dread Are ghosts real? Other… Continue reading Blogtober: Ghost poem
I wasn't feeling well today. My medication wasn't handling the vertigo well. My pain was high. I felt melancholy about the vertigo. How it is constant and never seems to end. We must feel our emotions to understand them. And I know it is just fear of the unknown future that bothers me. The Fall… Continue reading Poem: The Fall Inside
Time for this weeks addition of drunk poetry. I'm not going to lie, I was a wee bit inebriated last night. And apparently in a mood for poetry. So this is the result of that adventure: Into the light There in the labyrinth I’m blind With smiling eyes and golden lies Free my mind… Continue reading Poem: into the light
We had a cold Spring here, but this poem I wrote last year. Spring in the air A chill Spring in the air, I took a deep breath in. A fine misting of snow in my hair, Last years ruins, new to begin. Snow melted to the ground, peace not broken… Continue reading Poem: Spring in the air
A little migraine poetry for you guys.
So I have migraine and some of my migraine attacks are vestibular migraine. And that means vertigo, disequilibrium, and dizziness. A ride you never meant to get on and can't get off. It actually also means I can't go on amusement park rides as that is a massive trigger for these. And lately, it has… Continue reading Poem: Vertigo
The line is about chronic pain and suicidal ideation that comes with it. That is the line... thoughts of suicide. I wrote it after I wasn't having problems with it anymore. When I could think about it more clearly than being so sunk in it. The line When the lightning lit Snaking the pain through… Continue reading Poem: The line
Almost time for NaNoWriMo: Novel writing month in November. Writing is all about a soul yearning for a reality that doesn't exist. It seems to me. And those realities have a certain pull to them over our own. Such a pull we have to write them down. And this is the poem that came from… Continue reading Poem: Soul yearning
I have a migraine poem for you guys today. Wrote when I was having a migraine, which isn't that astonishing as I get them practically every day. I Tried Butterbur and Pie I tried ice And everything nice. I tried magnesium oil And a hat of aluminum foil. I tried every supplement known to… Continue reading Poem: I Tried Butterbur and Pie
Just a short little poem. Time Lost days, melded into decades. Concentration, focus slid away. Memories erode and it all fades, Locked in infinite pain, time's prey.
So I had a migraine. A brutal migraine. I tried numerous things to abort it or to just lower the pain. Nothing worked. Just nothing. So what to do? Write a poem about it. I tried ice And everything nice I tried magnesium oil And a hat of aluminum foil I tried every supplement known… Continue reading Poem: I tried
I dreamed I dreamed of escape, From a life of pain. The limitations and the shape Of a life I couldn’t sustain From a life of pain, How far could I flee from me? The limitations and the shape, Of my soul taunting all I foresee. How far could I flee from me? The limitations… Continue reading Poem: I dreamed
This is a migraine aura poem. I get persistent migraine auras. So it is a lot of visual strangeness going on. And I have Visual Snow, which is a constant static in the vision. And her world cascaded with geometrical edges, ripples and waves. Raindrops of gold and seas of orange. And she said,… Continue reading Poem: Her world
This is a short poem I wrote one night. I had not really thought about the title as you can see. Just put this place-holder on it for now. Eyes What do you see Behind these eyes Glass walls that be holding hope that dies. The scars and breaks the spark that… Continue reading Eyes: Poem
Ride in the Night In seeps the night in creeps the darkness Where I triumph in day, it cannot stay, not today In seeps the night In creeps the sorrow Here comes the gloom trumpeting its doom In seeps the night In creeps the pain Whispers spiral in the head cannot be unsaid. -Nikki Albert
The Writer The heart of a philosopher Thought thinking itself With the soul of a writer Too many books on the shelf. The body layered with pain, a tormented life. The mind keeps her sane, stays pains knife.
Brain Haze Lost my mind today Pain distorting reality Brain beginning to fray There goes my functionality Pain distorting reality How to comprehend? There goes my functionality Brain haze descending How to comprehend? Brain beginning to fray Brain haze descending Lost my mind today
Surface There you see, the smiling me A facade I created, A game I concocted, Just for you. All for you. Beneath the surface, Behind that face, Is a silent scream, And shattered dreams. Just for me. All for me.