Poems About OCD Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about OCD seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Aug 2022 00:10am
15th Aug 2022 00:10am
Number Compulsion, Obtuse Desires, Humidity, Abstracted
That's what I do
Do you see yourself in my obsession ?
The humidity covers me in desire
Paintings created in aura and calculated embraces
AC unit humming in a monotonous roar
Almost singing
I bound you tighter than usual
The rope is new, imported, supply chain issues
Your skin raw from the flagrant foul of sensation
Too much caffeine
You're jumping out of your skin
Twisting, Gyrating, damp
You'll suffer but want more
Always more
We've been here before
Magical bdsm
An experienced pro submissive
In my...
Do you see yourself in my obsession ?
The humidity covers me in desire
Paintings created in aura and calculated embraces
AC unit humming in a monotonous roar
Almost singing
I bound you tighter than usual
The rope is new, imported, supply chain issues
Your skin raw from the flagrant foul of sensation
Too much caffeine
You're jumping out of your skin
Twisting, Gyrating, damp
You'll suffer but want more
Always more
We've been here before
Magical bdsm
An experienced pro submissive
In my...
#BDSM
#lover
#OCD
#art
#suffering
659 reads
45 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 7:39pm
20th Apr 2022 7:39pm
neurotic
skip songs
knock three
times precisely
pause microwave
at twenty
five seconds
hit shuffle
can’t listen
to this
song one
more time
again to
even it
out, quick!
turn the
alarm off
the phone
if you’re
too late
you’re dead
don’t lock
the door?
he will
be there
to haunt
with knives
why don’t
they understand?
these compulsions
control.. control..
controls me
i think
can’t get
a grip
a meteor ...
knock three
times precisely
pause microwave
at twenty
five seconds
hit shuffle
can’t listen
to this
song one
more time
again to
even it
out, quick!
turn the
alarm off
the phone
if you’re
too late
you’re dead
don’t lock
the door?
he will
be there
to haunt
with knives
why don’t
they understand?
these compulsions
control.. control..
controls me
i think
can’t get
a grip
a meteor ...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2022
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2022
699 reads
3 Comments
abraxas93
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 4:16pm
4th Oct 2021 4:16pm
Perfectionism
I'm a perfectionist in every minor, useless, absurd detail. Especially in details, because perfection seems attainable there.
This morning I nearly achieved it. After twenty minutes of fumbling with tweezers, there it was: perfect symmetry. Still, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Why? I gave this some thought and came to two conclusions:
1. Focusing on details interferes with the big picture.
2. It's hard to look serious without eyebrows.
This morning I nearly achieved it. After twenty minutes of fumbling with tweezers, there it was: perfect symmetry. Still, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Why? I gave this some thought and came to two conclusions:
1. Focusing on details interferes with the big picture.
2. It's hard to look serious without eyebrows.
#funny
#OCD
#MentalHealth
653 reads
1 Comment
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 7:44am
17th Feb 2021 7:44am
Excoriation Dissorder
Unconsciously picking at imperfections in skin
Having thousands upon thousands of tiny scars
A body of constellations of marks; of history
The hidden depth of the urge to pick
It starts off slow... As most things tend to do
Scratching off scabs from those minor wounds
Peeling off those skin bits around the nails
Tugging the chapped skin off the bottom lip
Popping and tearing open ache on the face
Over aggressively riping out ingrown hair
Not being able to look in a mirror too long
Not being able to keep nails longer than a few...
Having thousands upon thousands of tiny scars
A body of constellations of marks; of history
The hidden depth of the urge to pick
It starts off slow... As most things tend to do
Scratching off scabs from those minor wounds
Peeling off those skin bits around the nails
Tugging the chapped skin off the bottom lip
Popping and tearing open ache on the face
Over aggressively riping out ingrown hair
Not being able to look in a mirror too long
Not being able to keep nails longer than a few...
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#obsession
547 reads
3 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
16th Aug 2020 8:53am
16th Aug 2020 8:53am
My Dis-ease
My dis-ease tells me
trust no one
let no one close
enough to see
what's going on
inside of me
hide my fears
so no one can see
the terror inside
that cripples me
it's hard as hell
to live my life
with such unease
don't pity me
or judge my ways
these obsessions
and compulsions
never go away
I want to go back
to the days
when things
did not go on
this way.
trust no one
let no one close
enough to see
what's going on
inside of me
hide my fears
so no one can see
the terror inside
that cripples me
it's hard as hell
to live my life
with such unease
don't pity me
or judge my ways
these obsessions
and compulsions
never go away
I want to go back
to the days
when things
did not go on
this way.
#OCD
#MentalHealth
557 reads
13 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
25th May 2020 4:33am
25th May 2020 4:33am
A place for my head
I've got to find my light again
But that work belongs to another day
I've got to find a place for my head
to rest and wipe away the gray sediment
But that work belongs to another day
I've got to find a place for my head
to rest and wipe away the gray sediment
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#myself
548 reads
1 Comment
Crazontheinside
Poem Published
21st May 2020 4:36am
21st May 2020 4:36am
OCD - Through constant repetition
I'm a living disorder
Ill wear you out, debilitating
Ill bring chaos, disorder
I go by a name
O.C.D”
I try to keep it together
But I live with a curse
That makes me act crazy
I guess it could be worse
I try to keep it together
When my world is out of place
Thinking up the many scenarios
Like will they live another day
I try to keep it together
But Im tired of being certain
Tired of seeing on and off
Tired of buttons and switches
I try to keep it together
When things do go as planned
As i seem...
Ill wear you out, debilitating
Ill bring chaos, disorder
I go by a name
O.C.D”
I try to keep it together
But I live with a curse
That makes me act crazy
I guess it could be worse
I try to keep it together
When my world is out of place
Thinking up the many scenarios
Like will they live another day
I try to keep it together
But Im tired of being certain
Tired of seeing on and off
Tired of buttons and switches
I try to keep it together
When things do go as planned
As i seem...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
1006 reads
6 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
13th May 2020 2:06am
13th May 2020 2:06am
The Glare Of My Inequity: Reckless And Inert
Daily reflection produces reliable diagnoses but I don't have the course to repair that which is broken
To stare at the glare of my inequity before you would require an admission of my faults; a pennywise fool such as I could not bare that weight in front of you all
Reckless
inert
a lonesome pillar
I fail to hold up my insignificant world
To stare at the glare of my inequity before you would require an admission of my faults; a pennywise fool such as I could not bare that weight in front of you all
Reckless
inert
a lonesome pillar
I fail to hold up my insignificant world
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#OCD
#myself
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0 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 00:14am
2nd May 2020 00:14am
Hand Over Hand: Out of the Void
My mind is cluttered as I search for calm
Like a bone being set after the fall
Pain will come before the dawn
I pick myself up and carry on
Walking through static
to reach the land of white noise
hand over hand
I'll climb out of the void
Like a bone being set after the fall
Pain will come before the dawn
I pick myself up and carry on
Walking through static
to reach the land of white noise
hand over hand
I'll climb out of the void
#anxiety
#identity
#OCD
#myself
#symbolism
462 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 2:57pm
27th Apr 2020 2:57pm
BEHIND THESE EYES
Behind these eyes when we go to a place of mere separation from life and the world, we can feel the deepness swirling within our soul and mind. Screaming at us hollering our name at loud telling us, that there is no were to hide except behind a mask as an disguise. For as the whispers of the darkness creeps into the subconsciousness of our mind, we try to hide that we are not afraid of the darkness and thunder and lightning. That shots across the darken skies, making us feel nothing at all deep down inside of us except darkness swirling around like whispers of the winds. Leaving the utmost...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#OCD
#PTSD
670 reads
0 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 00:31am
25th Apr 2020 00:31am
Fancy and Fantasy: A Magical Affair
I'm escaping into a world of fantasy
where crows and skeletons capture my fancy; this patchwork relief won't be lasting but at least I can find piece in the distracting
In the sounds of those people acting
My focus takes root
My sanity finds traction
Their thoughts lead to my actions
I'll be better soon...
where crows and skeletons capture my fancy; this patchwork relief won't be lasting but at least I can find piece in the distracting
In the sounds of those people acting
My focus takes root
My sanity finds traction
Their thoughts lead to my actions
I'll be better soon...
#strength
#identity
#OCD
#myself
#escape
428 reads
0 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 3:26am
22nd Apr 2020 3:26am
The Land Of The Numb: Echoing Thoughts
All is well
in the land of the numb
at least until
the cold night comes
and the echoing thoughts
Like freezing rain permeate
my fragile crown
and leave me in dire straits
Cold is the night
with those I love still near
I fear I'll freeze solid
without them here
in the land of the numb
at least until
the cold night comes
and the echoing thoughts
Like freezing rain permeate
my fragile crown
and leave me in dire straits
Cold is the night
with those I love still near
I fear I'll freeze solid
without them here
#identity
#moon
#night
#OCD
#myself
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