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More Entries: A Way Of Life by Jeannette Bright golden stars shooting through space People walking with half of a face Beautiful colors dancing through air Silver shimmering too lovely to despair Red blood pouring out of a paint can Pain coming in waves without any dam Moments of dread, knowing it will last No where to go, no one to ask No help is coming, pain shooting me down Drawing out of me all that is normal, now I am bound Everything dark, lying in bed Holding my head and wishing I were dead Minutes go by, hours just drag in a haze I am praying Please don't let it be days I doze off to sleep, awake with a start My head is throbbing with every beat of my heart Oh God, I can't stand this terrible pain Please take it away, its way too much strain Time? What day is it? My minds in a fog What was I doing? What did I say? Oh God I try to talk, I try to think Nothing works, something stinks The throbbing is easing, the sharp pains have come An Ice pick is stabbing, I don't know where from I hold my eye tight, I press on my head The ice pick still finds me, I can't make it end It finally ebbs, this ones done it's job Now I just sit, a bump on a log Worn out, too tired to move, I just wait The next one is coming, I wait at the gate © 2001 Questions Of A Migraine by Jaime Ouch! I feel it starting up This oh so familiar pain That gathers all around my head I know it as the migraine What did I do to bring it on? Did I stare too long at the TV? Did I eat a food made with chocolate Or perhaps rich with MSG? How can I make it go away? What will make it halt? Should I reach out for the Imitrex Or perhaps the box of Maxalt? I think two Excedrin may do the trick But I have taken many each day Will it cause a rebound headache To come creeping up my way? What thought provoking questions May rattle on the brain When we think of this natural mystery We all know as the migraine © 2001 The Night Was Silent by Julie Zubrycki the night was silent the body at rest the beta waves were crashing The Alpha waves were dead My horror was alive, tonight I knew tomorrow would be my nightmare I knew it would finally come I knew my day would cease to exist I knew with every passing hour I knew My horror was alive, tonight The birds came a singing The room fell black The ringing was a freight train in my head The pain of my stalker was here My horror was alive, tonight The pills went down The doc made his call The car raced the night The wait was endless My horror was alive tonight The doc came to me The nurse in his trails The IV pierced my flesh The demerol flowed through my veins My horror was dead for tonight © 2001 On Migraine by Florence Cardinal The curse of migraine headaches Is a blessing, so they say, For it's only the most brainy That are tortured in this way. But there is another theory About this misery I've got. It's said that any sort of pain Attacks your weakest spot! If it is a mark of genius, This blinding, throbbing pain, Then I wish I had been gifted With less "smartness" of the brain! © 2001 On Migraine by Florence Cardinal The curse of migraine headaches Is a blessing, so they say, For it's only the most brainy That are tortured in this way. But there is another theory About this misery I've got. It's said that any sort of pain Attacks your weakest spot! If it is a mark of genius, This blinding, throbbing pain, Then I wish I had been gifted With less "smartness" of the brain! © 2001 Slightly Twisted by Pheeb slightly twisted a bit depressed just out of touch from all the stress feel what I see write what I feel looking for life from inside of me my vision is blurred as my sight starts to fade my head starts to explode just another day no relief in sight lose the will to fight your sanity flees the pain so intense I'm down on my knees praying to God to give me strength just another day like all the rest maybe tomorrow the pain will subside I'll find away out and let you know if I'm still sane or lost in the snow © 2001 Claustrophobia by Tatyanazap I'm claustrophobic.
Not locked in a closet claustrophobic,
Not trapped in an elevator claustrophobic,
Not being squished in an airplane bathroom
like a sardine claustrophobic,
But the walls are closing in claustrophobic,
So claustrophobic it's hurting my head.
So claustrophobic that I am screaming in terror.
So claustrophobic that I need to run loose -
run free in a wide, open field like a wild horse.
© 2001 Drawing A Lasting Breath by mixer drawing a lasting breath from the smoke of the barron fire I call unto you oh thunderous lord , king of the great heavens begging forgiveness for my sins pleading your merciful grace as though to exhaust this stake from my bleeding heart thy wound deepens as the hours drag forth in this hellish fire the salt of a tear passes my lips puddling upon the floor I fall to my knees head in hands as my faith slowly diminishes the demon has taken total control and my prayers yet go unanswered if this is the life thou hath so chosen to condemn upon me lay me down now for I wish to never open my woken eye again © 2001
Headache, Headache by Tammy Headache, headache go away weren't you just here the other day? Please I beg you, not today if you go I can play. I would invite you some other time but if you come than I must run. Two years you've come my way, but please I beg you not today! © 2001
NUMBNESS AURA NAUSEA by Rosalie Numbness, aura, nausea now
I want to help; I know not how
When these symptoms start to fade
The worst to come, I am afraid
Now the pain he has to suffer
Describing his head as pinball buffer
In darkness and silence he must remain
I want to hold him and transfer the pain
Hours elapse-it feels like a week
Til from his door I hear him speak
At last the active teen has arisen
From his room--his darkened prison
So soon in life to endure such pain
And not know when it will come again
© 2001 Reflection by Sage Sadness wells Impending doom Despair within An empty room. Beneath the pain Which borders hate Acceptance only Hastens fate. But do we fight With strength or tears? Weakness only Feeds our fears. Strength prevails Within our Souls And we'll survive To realize goals. © 2001 Travel Past The Name by Nicole Travel past the name The cruel curse upon which fate resides; Pain by any other name: It will still bring tears to my eyes. Even though it is my mother cursed,
Though cover it she may try,
A blanket over a python is just as fatal
-If not more,
But together we will cry.
Though pain seems dark, The opposite of day, It makes the mind much stronger, In a powerful sort of way. Sometimes doctors may find cures, But so often do they not; It's known, when pain has no name, Remedies will still be sought. So even though a life may seem pitiful, There's something I must say. Soon someone may find a cure, So hang on another day, Because I'm sure there's a person who loves you, Who thinks of you the same way. © 2001 The Battle by Ted Marcus I sit, looking eye to eye at the thing. Make a move, I challenge. Take a chance. I sit in my protective gear of hatred and drugs. Come take a shot. I can hurt this creature more than it can me. Take a chance. I slide my nose piece in as I hop the steed to battle. "Come" I holler. "Come and fight." The clops get louder. The horse snorts get steamier. The shadows take figure. "Swoosh" goes my battle axe as the guaranteed defender it misses. "thrash." Its mace crushes my skull. The steeds thrust forward again. "Come" I dare. "Froosh," It bows and misses. Swollen faced and running tears I call it back. I'll win. It may have strength, but I have time I'll win. The clops get louder. The horse snorts get steamier. The shadows take figure. The mace takes it's place. I'm off my horse and the whacks take there course. "I'll win," I think. I wear white. "I'll gain this fight." There is no need For this trampling steed to stay upon me and make me bleed. Time is done. Again I win Give me a sec and let's start this again. © 2001 The Final Kiss: Thoughts During An Attack by Ted Marcus The shotgun in my house. She's so beautiful at times. Sleek, black, metallic body. Come to my mouth. Let me nuzzle your nozzle. You, my lovely woman, Have not been evacuated Since I've known you. Since we've first met. I remember you well. That night, my dear, Our kisses were so passionate. So enraptured. You seemed cold At first touch, I must say. But your delight seemed so welcoming. So soothing. I fell in love that night, my wife. I've yet to say good bye to you. But I will. But I will. © 2001 The Story Formerly Known as The Zax by Dr. Seuss (And Dr. Ted Marcus, of course) From The Sneetches and Other Stories Copyright 1961 by Theodor S. Geisel and Audrey S. Geisel, renewed 1989. Copyright tossed out the window 1999 by Ted Marcus One day, making tracks In the prairie of Imitrex, Came a Nose-using Trex And a Shot-using Trex. And it happened that both of them came to a place Where they bumped. There they stood. Foot to foot. Face to face. "Look here, now!" the Nose-using Trex said, "I say! You are blocking my path. You are right in my way. I'm a Nose-using Trex and I always go by nose. Get out of my way, now, and let me do the dose!" "Who's in whose way?" snapped the Shot-using Trex. "I always get shot, making shot-junkie tracks. So you're in MY way! And I ask you to move And let me get shot in my shot-using groove." Then the Nose-Using trex puffed his chest up with pride. "I never," he said, "take a step to one side. And I'll prove to you that I won't change my ways If I have to keep standing here with no pain-free days!" "And I'll prove to YOU," yelled the Shot-using Trex, "That I can stand here in the prairie of Imitrex For no pain-free years! For I live by a rule That I learned as a boy back in Shot-using School. Never budge! That's my rule. Never budge in the least! Not an inch for the rest! Not an inch for the Beast! I'll stay here, not budging! I can and I will If it makes you and me and the whole world Resort to the pill!" Well... Of course the world didn't Use the pill. The world grew. In a couple of years, the new cure came through And they sold it right over those two stubborn Trex And left them there, standing un-budge in their tracks. Ted Marcus is a Cluster Headache sufferer and serves on the board of directors of O.U.C.H., the Organization for Understanding Cluster Headache. © 2001 Fireflies Of Doom by Teri Robert my eyes closed, fireflies blink on the darkness of my eyelids. later, eyes open, tiny, tiny clouds float across my vision heat rises from pavement though I quietly sit in a cool, carpeted room in that same room, faint heat lightening dances in the periphery the day is threatened for the roller coaster has captured my stomach the day is doomed for the jackhammer has captured my head © 2001 More 2001 Poetry:
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