Poems About OCD Published by Members Recently Online
#OCD
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
Neurasthenia
maybe could
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD #fear
#OCD #fear
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PAR
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
Neurasthenia
maybe could
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD #fear
#OCD #fear
271 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
Neurasthenia
maybe could
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD #fear
#OCD #fear
271 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
Neurasthenia
maybe could
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD #fear
#OCD #fear
271 reads
0 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
238 reads
10 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
238 reads
10 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
238 reads
10 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
238 reads
10 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
238 reads
10 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
634 reads
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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
634 reads
0 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
634 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About OCD Published by Members Recently Online
