Poems About OCD Published by Members Recently Online
#OCD
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:32pm
9th May 2024 11:32pm
In[true]sive
I once wondered how many
keys I’d have to stab into my knuckles
to become a part-time Wolverine
I don’t know
what the fuck that means
or the exact amount of skittles
a human can consume before
pissing the rainbow.
Sometimes I think the reason
people from other countries
like British people is because
they find our misery comforting
which is exactly
the part of me that wishes
just for one day I’d of been
a pregnancy statistic
for some suit to bitch about.
My Grandmother ...
keys I’d have to stab into my knuckles
to become a part-time Wolverine
I don’t know
what the fuck that means
or the exact amount of skittles
a human can consume before
pissing the rainbow.
Sometimes I think the reason
people from other countries
like British people is because
they find our misery comforting
which is exactly
the part of me that wishes
just for one day I’d of been
a pregnancy statistic
for some suit to bitch about.
My Grandmother ...
#OCD
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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
139 reads
1 Comment
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
139 reads
1 Comment
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
139 reads
1 Comment
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
139 reads
1 Comment
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
139 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 4:46pm
7th Dec 2023 4:46pm
A Penlight
Cancel out the darkness
learning to read
what might be remembered
with a penlight
silencing the echoes
with a magic marker
until you get your sight back
from exploring the unknown
walking alone
with a penlight
listening to your awareness
learning to read
what might be remembered
with a penlight
silencing the echoes
with a magic marker
until you get your sight back
from exploring the unknown
walking alone
with a penlight
listening to your awareness
#OCD
#acceptance
159 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 4:46pm
7th Dec 2023 4:46pm
A Penlight
Cancel out the darkness
learning to read
what might be remembered
with a penlight
silencing the echoes
with a magic marker
until you get your sight back
from exploring the unknown
walking alone
with a penlight
listening to your awareness
learning to read
what might be remembered
with a penlight
silencing the echoes
with a magic marker
until you get your sight back
from exploring the unknown
walking alone
with a penlight
listening to your awareness
#OCD
#acceptance
159 reads
2 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
249 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
249 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
249 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
249 reads
10 Comments
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