Poems About OCD Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about OCD seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 1:48am
20th Apr 2020 1:48am
A Fortress In The Sun: Circumambulation
I'm circumambulating toward calm
as my eyes trace the lines
carved into my palms
Scattered and stable
ordered and entropic at once
I am contradiction
in flesh and blood
Disacociation thatched with anxiety
this is my fortress; my palace in the sun
this is the place
where I'm safe but numb
as my eyes trace the lines
carved into my palms
Scattered and stable
ordered and entropic at once
I am contradiction
in flesh and blood
Disacociation thatched with anxiety
this is my fortress; my palace in the sun
this is the place
where I'm safe but numb
#anxiety
#strength
#identity
#OCD
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
19th Apr 2020 1:21am
19th Apr 2020 1:21am
Brick By Brick; Stroke By Stroke: The Valley Of Panic
Brick by brick my resolve will reform
Stroke by stroke I'll swim out of the storm
Looking toward the future once more
this feeling is fragile
but I'm up off the floor
Just trying to walk on the thin wire
between tired and static
to stay out of the valley of mania and panic
Stroke by stroke I'll swim out of the storm
Looking toward the future once more
this feeling is fragile
but I'm up off the floor
Just trying to walk on the thin wire
between tired and static
to stay out of the valley of mania and panic
#anxiety
#strength
#identity
#OCD
#myself
400 reads
2 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
16th Apr 2020 00:29am
16th Apr 2020 00:29am
Obsessively, Compulsively Obsessive Compulsive: Rumination
Obsessive compulsive
Upsetting and repulsive
The thoughts storm my ramparts
and jam up my drawbridge
For weeks and weeks
I have dreaded convulsion
Weak to my own mind
By which I'm assaulted
The pressure in my veins
Is off the charts
The way I operate
I'll bring on my own harm
If I don't slow down
If I don't regroup
If I don't find solid ground
Sometime soon
But I'm reconnecting
Reaching out
Getting help and finding hope
in the love that surrounds
Upsetting and repulsive
The thoughts storm my ramparts
and jam up my drawbridge
For weeks and weeks
I have dreaded convulsion
Weak to my own mind
By which I'm assaulted
The pressure in my veins
Is off the charts
The way I operate
I'll bring on my own harm
If I don't slow down
If I don't regroup
If I don't find solid ground
Sometime soon
But I'm reconnecting
Reaching out
Getting help and finding hope
in the love that surrounds
#anxiety
#depression
#strength
#OCD
#myself
454 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 12:25pm
8th Mar 2020 12:25pm
SUFFERING WITHIN SILENCE
In this cold hard cycle of life, there are those of us who suffer in silence afraid of reveiling our true self to the world around us afraid of being judge by others, by those who have not fully understood nor understand what is it like to be us living a daily life of trying to be accepted by the world for who and what we are to thyself. For we are no more different then you even though we appear to be normal, but yet we suffer with an mental inbalance just trying to fit within a society that frowns upon those of us that are different those, who are different in mind and emotions but yet we...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD
#PTSD
#Autism
629 reads
0 Comments
samael
Poem Published
30th Dec 2019 9:05pm
30th Dec 2019 9:05pm
Weathered worn memo book #3
Remind me of the pretty perfect purple lights
2AM neon laundromat music on repeat
quarters sloshing into the mis matched black socks
dial tone driftwood beat me to death
dial out
drinking words fast as you can pour
last set at Knoxville
humming solid state bass amps resonate against the puppet theatre backdrop
iron spider
electric prey
crown the victor
baste me as the venom sprays
2AM neon laundromat music on repeat
quarters sloshing into the mis matched black socks
dial tone driftwood beat me to death
dial out
drinking words fast as you can pour
last set at Knoxville
humming solid state bass amps resonate against the puppet theatre backdrop
iron spider
electric prey
crown the victor
baste me as the venom sprays
#secrets
#identity
#OCD #MentalHealth
#OCD #MentalHealth
559 reads
3 Comments
BigG
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 10:55pm
9th Dec 2019 10:55pm
#Heads sore
Demon's in a trance
All singing my name
Pushing me to try
The thing which makes me sane
When will this end
This evil wretched sound
Will I be dead and buried in the ground
All singing my name
Pushing me to try
The thing which makes me sane
When will this end
This evil wretched sound
Will I be dead and buried in the ground
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#OCD
#MentalHealth
872 reads
5 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 5:02am
7th Jul 2019 5:02am
STUCK LIKE CHUCK
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck's luck
Was sucked and fukked up and struck by upchuck
Upchucked struck
Sucked and fukked luck
Like a stuck up duck with a stuck dump truck and twenty two bucks
How much wood
Could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck
Would chuck wood real good where he should
I got a fukk for a duck
a duck for a fukk
and a twenty dollar bill for a fukkd up duck
and I don't give a flying duck fukk
About how much wood
A woodchuck chucks
Fukk A ducK
If a woodchuck's luck
Was sucked and fukked up and struck by upchuck
Upchucked struck
Sucked and fukked luck
Like a stuck up duck with a stuck dump truck and twenty two bucks
How much wood
Could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck
Would chuck wood real good where he should
I got a fukk for a duck
a duck for a fukk
and a twenty dollar bill for a fukkd up duck
and I don't give a flying duck fukk
About how much wood
A woodchuck chucks
Fukk A ducK
#anxiety
#bipolar
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#funny
682 reads
0 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th May 2019 12:08pm
7th May 2019 12:08pm
PENNIES IN THE BANK
Right on cue right out of the blue
By the skin of false teeth
and not a moment too soon
An ending unwritten
Gun shy twice bitten as the setting suns setting
See words the pale man's written
Written by the light of the moon
A penny for your thoughtz
On the thoughtz that we forgot
On the thing's that we sought when we thought we ought not
Just keep your twos cents worth
No wait on second thought
I done forgot the rethought with this unthought thought
"Everything that has a price it may be sought but not be bought
So if you...
By the skin of false teeth
and not a moment too soon
An ending unwritten
Gun shy twice bitten as the setting suns setting
See words the pale man's written
Written by the light of the moon
A penny for your thoughtz
On the thoughtz that we forgot
On the thing's that we sought when we thought we ought not
Just keep your twos cents worth
No wait on second thought
I done forgot the rethought with this unthought thought
"Everything that has a price it may be sought but not be bought
So if you...
#LifeCycle
#aging
#nostalgia
#funny
#OCD
638 reads
2 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
17th Mar 2019 1:26am
17th Mar 2019 1:26am
Higher than the sunrise in the sky of Van Nuys
I was headed back at sunrise
from getting fried in Saint Ives
As I met a guy name rusty with 77 ex wives
He was in disguise so in plain sight he could hide
With 88 dull knives and with one prize to surprise
His 77 ex wives had 99 kinds of vibes
99 different vibes inside despicably are despised
Behind bloodshot bone dry tear deprived eyes
Under cold black skies telling partly cloudy lies
Drawing dying flying flies and ready to connive
Rusty in disguise he can barely get by
With his knives and ex wives and surprise...
from getting fried in Saint Ives
As I met a guy name rusty with 77 ex wives
He was in disguise so in plain sight he could hide
With 88 dull knives and with one prize to surprise
His 77 ex wives had 99 kinds of vibes
99 different vibes inside despicably are despised
Behind bloodshot bone dry tear deprived eyes
Under cold black skies telling partly cloudy lies
Drawing dying flying flies and ready to connive
Rusty in disguise he can barely get by
With his knives and ex wives and surprise...
#bipolar
#insomnia
#addiction
#OCD
#funny
674 reads
2 Comments
Matthias_Crossed
Poem Published
12th Oct 2018 9:59am
12th Oct 2018 9:59am
Different views
What you see as paranoia,
I see as being prepared for everything
...even when some of the things are improbable and impossible.
You say I am a bundle of anxiety.
I say I am just overly rational and can already know for certain that things will go wrong.
You declare me double checking the door obsessive,
Especially when I do it six times in a row.
I would tell you I'm just making sure we are safe.
I check all the books on my shelf twice a day to make sure they are all still in order.
You told me to stop because it is weird..
But I know for...
I see as being prepared for everything
...even when some of the things are improbable and impossible.
You say I am a bundle of anxiety.
I say I am just overly rational and can already know for certain that things will go wrong.
You declare me double checking the door obsessive,
Especially when I do it six times in a row.
I would tell you I'm just making sure we are safe.
I check all the books on my shelf twice a day to make sure they are all still in order.
You told me to stop because it is weird..
But I know for...
#breakup
#OCD
#MentalHealth #myself
#MentalHealth #myself
457 reads
0 Comments
Breakingbenjamin
Benjamin
Benjamin
Poem Published
17th Aug 2018 6:08pm
17th Aug 2018 6:08pm
Last words.
Its a shame it took me so long to discover the power of words,
I am not quite like the rest, an animal I am but the beast you portray I am not.
I have regrets, more then most I presume,
But the pervertions on a rather constant stream that have invaded my mind............ That part doesn't matter, because you will never, ever fucking understand the never ending abuse I see in my mind, the horrific things that happen to some of the ones I love most in my mind, imagine it was your own, you all ready have,,,, but until you can see and live with these atrocities in your thoughts...
I am not quite like the rest, an animal I am but the beast you portray I am not.
I have regrets, more then most I presume,
But the pervertions on a rather constant stream that have invaded my mind............ That part doesn't matter, because you will never, ever fucking understand the never ending abuse I see in my mind, the horrific things that happen to some of the ones I love most in my mind, imagine it was your own, you all ready have,,,, but until you can see and live with these atrocities in your thoughts...
#regret
#hate
#rebirth
#OCD
#FeelingTrapped
743 reads
1 Comment
Breakingbenjamin
Benjamin
Benjamin
Poem Published
27th Jul 2018 8:33am
27th Jul 2018 8:33am
Dear O.C.D
Dear o.c.d
Why have you victimised my mental freedom down to the depths of my shattered insanities.
Why, why have you brutalized and butchered my self control and placed your voodoo curse on me.
My only wish and for other sufferer's so, is just to be our own.
Yet the one inside my mind, he is not me sitting on my throne.
Repetition, repetition this entity he follows.
Repetition, repetition he simply will not let me go.
With every minute, through every waking moment this battle spins and boils out of control-
Yet while pushing through this never ending...
Why have you victimised my mental freedom down to the depths of my shattered insanities.
Why, why have you brutalized and butchered my self control and placed your voodoo curse on me.
My only wish and for other sufferer's so, is just to be our own.
Yet the one inside my mind, he is not me sitting on my throne.
Repetition, repetition this entity he follows.
Repetition, repetition he simply will not let me go.
With every minute, through every waking moment this battle spins and boils out of control-
Yet while pushing through this never ending...
#depression
#OCD
#MentalHealth #suffering
#MentalHealth #suffering
546 reads
4 Comments
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