War and Peace: The Migraine Edition
There's a few monsters inside my head
Throbbing with pain, the insides scream for help, "Chop us up, please"
Armored with resistance,
The monsters have created
a warzone beyond salvation
I close my eyes
I shut down my surroundings
I surrender to the gods and therapists
I chew on painkillers and vomit
I curse every creeping light and mumbling noise
I lie down
I sit up
I walk in slow circles
in agonizing silence
Decades pass, in hours
I exist again
Exhausted and rejoiced
The monsters still lurk
Invisible, for now.
© Sarah Tabassum/2018
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Our world is already destroyed.
And tonight it feels too much to bear, but I beg you, don't give in. I'm here with you, we'll make it through together❤️ #reallifetalks
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Even if your audience is thin.
Stick to your guns.
Sooner or later they will come!
The question will always come down to how much you believe in your work. Nothing else matters.
Every big name musician, every big name poet, author. Has had to withstand this.
And I’m convinced you would never make me happy again.
No more wondering what we would have done if you were still here 🥀
Do they mean anything?
People change their minds,
Or forget what they said,
Or pretend that they forgot,
Or admit unapologetically
That they didn't mean
A word of what they said.
Love, Sorry, Forever-
All mere words-
Only as hollow/concrete
as the speaker-
You can never tell,
Both might crumble
Under the pressure of
Time, convenience or ego.
What if none of these
You could only show
What you felt
Through your actions,
You could not promise a forever-
You had to live it to prove
That you meant it.
People- complaining about
Someone else's words,
Not noticing their own words
Hurting someone else.
People- tossing around words
Like they mean nothing,
But holding on to words
Like they mean the world.
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Walks are my path to poetry
Walks are my path to freedom;
My path to nature;
My path openness;
Walks are my path
and to gold.
Walks are my path to look within,
My path to see without.
Walks are my path to being connected;
walks are my path to life (— happy dogs)
my path to death (— a squashed ladybug)
walks are my path to connection (— smiling and greeting passerby’s)
Walks are my path to connection with:
my creative self,
my childish self,
my higher self,
my true self.
Walks are my path
Walks are my path to words.
To things I cannot speak of;
My path to dreams that feel beyond my reach;
To worlds beyond myself.
Walks are my path to the way out
Walks are a path to connect
to the entire grand expanse.
Walks, you see dear reader,
are my path to connect to you.
Come, let’s go for a walk.
~ Natasha Kureshi.
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I just want to drown myself in sex
until that other person comes
who will love me like I deserve.
Why does it have to be me?
Spreading eagle across the bed
is only nice for so many nights
in a row until it becomes like drifting
through outer space. Please don't
let my heart become as black
as the night sky when clouds hover
over my head. This rain cloud
doesn't always follow me.
My mom asks me if I have any happy
poems, with sunshine and a sing along.
How do I tell her without breaking
her heart, that I always feel alone.
Happiness sounds so cheap
when stacked aside lines like these.
My heart breaks for her and for me
because I know she wants to see
me smiling for the rest of my days.
It's never that easy. I am alone.
A smile through my tears and sarcasm
is all I can offer right now.
It's late and I should go to bed
but its empty and my own warmth
will have to suffice. I'm talking to you
whoever you are so you will know
the pain I was in, talking to myself
until you came along.
If I ever let down these walls please
dont make me regret it.
I dont know how many tries I have left.
I have become so many new
and different faces. Adopted masks.
I feel like I left the person I was proud of
in the dust many years ago.
Still wondering who I am
while doing things I used to do.
Drowned in the odour of honeysuckle...
my breath keeps me alive.
What to do when the guide is lost?
Can't find North. The stars are obscured.
The only thing that leads me
in my pants. I have many miles to go
before I sleep. But I'm so tired.
Maybe I'll try this again when I wake up.
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