OCD Poems
#OCD
OCD poems, poetry about obsessive–compulsive disorder, a mental disorder based on repetition, rituals and obsessions. OCD poems, written by sufferers, examining the impact OCD has on their lives and mental health.
Duende
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 2:00pm
18th Oct 2024 2:00pm
D's Poetry
about the writing
process in here
& how it goes
it usually starts
with music a pic
and concept or
favorite quote
words on paper
left to simmer for
a couple of days
at times weeks
adding pieces &
deleting bits next
is over and over
finetuning lines
it's a nightmare
a perfectionist to
the core the bar
is set high and
the control freak
doesn't make any
concessions to the
content, format & flow
process in here
& how it goes
it usually starts
with music a pic
and concept or
favorite quote
words on paper
left to simmer for
a couple of days
at times weeks
adding pieces &
deleting bits next
is over and over
finetuning lines
it's a nightmare
a perfectionist to
the core the bar
is set high and
the control freak
doesn't make any
concessions to the
content, format & flow
#OCD
#WritingPoetry
268 reads
44 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 2:00pm
16th Oct 2024 2:00pm
Thirty Five
Thirty five+ years
of fighting an ED
Called bulimia
is far from easy
'cause healing
is not linear it's
setbacks falling
down & crawling
back up starting
over at point 0
the holistic work
i am doing with S
causes changes
slowly over time
going to the gym
and working out is
a mood boost yet
still didn't suffice
added microdoses
Truffles to the mix
it certainly asks for
some heavy artillery
this fucking ED of mine
of fighting an ED
Called bulimia
is far from easy
'cause healing
is not linear it's
setbacks falling
down & crawling
back up starting
over at point 0
the holistic work
i am doing with S
causes changes
slowly over time
going to the gym
and working out is
a mood boost yet
still didn't suffice
added microdoses
Truffles to the mix
it certainly asks for
some heavy artillery
this fucking ED of mine
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
204 reads
32 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 2:00pm
14th Oct 2024 2:00pm
Control Me
the fight is tiring
and drives me
to despair the
demon inside
is hard to beat
build it from my
own DNA & let
it become much
stronger than me
would you please
tame the demon
guide me home
strip me bare &
make me wear
my vulnerability
breathe life into
this weary body
bring back to life
my fragile frame
erase the shame
please take me to
your blissful space
enslave me & break
the...
and drives me
to despair the
demon inside
is hard to beat
build it from my
own DNA & let
it become much
stronger than me
would you please
tame the demon
guide me home
strip me bare &
make me wear
my vulnerability
breathe life into
this weary body
bring back to life
my fragile frame
erase the shame
please take me to
your blissful space
enslave me & break
the...
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
237 reads
28 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 9:59pm
3rd Oct 2024 9:59pm
The Incapable Peasant of OZ
There once was a pitiful Stalinist
whose brow was not sufficiently high
which let Democrats get him super pissed...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
He was on the internet, all alone,
worried about some collectivist guy
who triggered him into a bitch and moan...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
The skies grew dark with flying Trump-pan-zees
dressed up like Bonaparte drones in the sky
but having a hard time capping the knees...
of pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
They spent their money on...
whose brow was not sufficiently high
which let Democrats get him super pissed...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
He was on the internet, all alone,
worried about some collectivist guy
who triggered him into a bitch and moan...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
The skies grew dark with flying Trump-pan-zees
dressed up like Bonaparte drones in the sky
but having a hard time capping the knees...
of pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
They spent their money on...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#OCD
#unicorns
229 reads
10 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 6:06pm
31st Aug 2024 6:06pm
This Path of Uncertainty
I know this path…
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#OCD
112 reads
1 Comment
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 6:32am
16th Jul 2024 6:32am
Whiplash
Up,
Down,
Hot,
Cold,
Hell yes,
Fuck no.
I can’t keep up.
Shit is going fast.
Some time it’s real good,
others it’s real bad.
Holding onto my spinning head,
I think I’m giving myself whiplash.
I need some water,
and maybe several seats.
I can’t eat,
I can’t think,
hell, I can’t even sleep.
My mind is going ninety— to nothing.
I’m gonna crash and burn.
Yet, like a moth to a flame..
Here I am again. You’d think I’d have learned.
Fuck yes
Hell no
Down
Up...
Down,
Hot,
Cold,
Hell yes,
Fuck no.
I can’t keep up.
Shit is going fast.
Some time it’s real good,
others it’s real bad.
Holding onto my spinning head,
I think I’m giving myself whiplash.
I need some water,
and maybe several seats.
I can’t eat,
I can’t think,
hell, I can’t even sleep.
My mind is going ninety— to nothing.
I’m gonna crash and burn.
Yet, like a moth to a flame..
Here I am again. You’d think I’d have learned.
Fuck yes
Hell no
Down
Up...
#ADHD
#MentalHealth
#OCD
214 reads
5 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 2:03pm
28th Apr 2024 2:03pm
The Torture
the pain is truly
excruciating the
cramp hard to
carry, i do it
myself, take
30+ laxatives
Hurt myself
to get rid of
the crap i ate
for some days
insane to think
i'm so tender to
others and yet
Harm myself
fucked up that
i'm a bit skinny
& want to lose
as many kilos
as is humanely
possible, to take
up little to no space
excruciating the
cramp hard to
carry, i do it
myself, take
30+ laxatives
Hurt myself
to get rid of
the crap i ate
for some days
insane to think
i'm so tender to
others and yet
Harm myself
fucked up that
i'm a bit skinny
& want to lose
as many kilos
as is humanely
possible, to take
up little to no space
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
265 reads
9 Comments
Megan2504
Poem Published
27th Apr 2024 11:18pm
27th Apr 2024 11:18pm
How
How can I keep living when I feel like I don’t belong?
How can I survive when I can no longer be strong?
How can I have hope when it’s been taken away?
How can I fight when I don’t wish to stay?
How can I smile when I just need to cry?
So many questions, so many whys.
I’m no longer at home in myself anymore,
Every day I wake up lost I’ll never find who I was before,
I am a stranger in my own mind, lost with no direction,
Trying to find a part of my self with no navigation,
Impossible right?
Fills me with fright.
This...
How can I survive when I can no longer be strong?
How can I have hope when it’s been taken away?
How can I fight when I don’t wish to stay?
How can I smile when I just need to cry?
So many questions, so many whys.
I’m no longer at home in myself anymore,
Every day I wake up lost I’ll never find who I was before,
I am a stranger in my own mind, lost with no direction,
Trying to find a part of my self with no navigation,
Impossible right?
Fills me with fright.
This...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#OCD
186 reads
2 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 3:00pm
20th Apr 2024 3:00pm
Damn You
2 weeks of bliss
and then it came
back to bite me
the urge to eat
zone out and for
a while not feel
Damn you ED
the aftermath is
often the worst
KO on my sofa
all i feel is guilt
disgust, shame
a failure of a girl
knowing i have to
do this all over the
cleansing fasting
and press repeat
i am freaking tired
of this infinite Cycle
afraid it will never stop
and then it came
back to bite me
the urge to eat
zone out and for
a while not feel
Damn you ED
the aftermath is
often the worst
KO on my sofa
all i feel is guilt
disgust, shame
a failure of a girl
knowing i have to
do this all over the
cleansing fasting
and press repeat
i am freaking tired
of this infinite Cycle
afraid it will never stop
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
214 reads
8 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 3:04pm
4th Apr 2024 3:04pm
Disorder
an ED is an
adaptable
disorder it
Truly fits in
many boxes
it's a flight
addiction
obsession
and a curse
i'm trying to
restore my
relationship
with food via
photography
capturing my
self with fruits
and veggies
create poetry
with my ED in
the lead role
use food as
a verb & play
with the words
using my curse
as a step to cure
adaptable
disorder it
Truly fits in
many boxes
it's a flight
addiction
obsession
and a curse
i'm trying to
restore my
relationship
with food via
photography
capturing my
self with fruits
and veggies
create poetry
with my ED in
the lead role
use food as
a verb & play
with the words
using my curse
as a step to cure
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
184 reads
14 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 1:00pm
12th Mar 2024 1:00pm
She is Me
she didn't leave
or fade away
she stayed
she's not
my identity
yet part of
the package
called Dee
she's my
morphine
cocaine
special k
pain killer
& void filler
the mistress
slowly she
chokes the
life out of me
killing me softly
please, set me free
or fade away
she stayed
she's not
my identity
yet part of
the package
called Dee
she's my
morphine
cocaine
special k
pain killer
& void filler
the mistress
slowly she
chokes the
life out of me
killing me softly
please, set me free
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
347 reads
20 Comments
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