CDCS Poets

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Headache
This, this monstrosity
that is in my head
smashing all the rooms
in it breaking glass
and destroying the walls
attacking me from the inside
There are animals throwing
a wild party and hurting
me through my head
not leaving until
i go to sleep
when i wake up
It is still there throwing
the biggest house party
of the year until
i finally say enough
and send in the police
to break it up
then the are finally
Gone
Chris H

5 Comments:

At 7:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love the image of someone's head being divided into little rooms that are being trashed and causing the headache--what a great description!

 
At 11:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is something i think almost everyone can relate to. You did a great job of putting feelings into words.

 
At 12:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your poem reminds me of a story I read to my children when they were young. It brings back great memories. Have you heard of Mad Max?

 
At 5:22 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What great imagery--it makes my head hurt to read this (in a good way)! The image of your head having rooms and the ache as a monster in them is rich. In your metaphor, what do the police represent? Tylenol? :)
Great writing! Keep it up!
--Ms. Jones, Mr. C's friend from Louisiana.

 
At 11:18 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

foxy
so cool job

 

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