Poems About OCD Published by Members Recently Online
#OCD
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
176 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
176 reads
1 Comment
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
652 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
652 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
652 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
652 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
652 reads
0 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 2:51pm
13th Jan 2025 2:51pm
Of Insects & Order
I’d come to adore you in your blue hat
on a silent afternoon, thought furrowed,
cigarette in hand while furious traffic
ploughed on beneath a balcony,
twin cups of tea on a city’s smudged stone
while you talked of everything
and nothing at all
childhood
council-tax
the telly pulled from a skip
in the dead of night
that needed a new plug
there was something comforting there,
as if all the junk in your head became mine
in some unimportant corner of the world.
Talking to you
was just like talking...
on a silent afternoon, thought furrowed,
cigarette in hand while furious traffic
ploughed on beneath a balcony,
twin cups of tea on a city’s smudged stone
while you talked of everything
and nothing at all
childhood
council-tax
the telly pulled from a skip
in the dead of night
that needed a new plug
there was something comforting there,
as if all the junk in your head became mine
in some unimportant corner of the world.
Talking to you
was just like talking...
#friendship
#OCD
139 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 2:51pm
13th Jan 2025 2:51pm
Of Insects & Order
I’d come to adore you in your blue hat
on a silent afternoon, thought furrowed,
cigarette in hand while furious traffic
ploughed on beneath a balcony,
twin cups of tea on a city’s smudged stone
while you talked of everything
and nothing at all
childhood
council-tax
the telly pulled from a skip
in the dead of night
that needed a new plug
there was something comforting there,
as if all the junk in your head became mine
in some unimportant corner of the world.
Talking to you
was just like talking...
on a silent afternoon, thought furrowed,
cigarette in hand while furious traffic
ploughed on beneath a balcony,
twin cups of tea on a city’s smudged stone
while you talked of everything
and nothing at all
childhood
council-tax
the telly pulled from a skip
in the dead of night
that needed a new plug
there was something comforting there,
as if all the junk in your head became mine
in some unimportant corner of the world.
Talking to you
was just like talking...
#friendship
#OCD
139 reads
6 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 11:22am
7th Dec 2023 11:22am
OCD
When OCD is in my head
It fills me up
With so much dread
And thoughts of disastrous
Events appearing real
The "what if's" come
It's fear that I feel
What's best for now
Is some needed distraction
To help me focus
On something of value
A slow deep breath
Makes for a productive start
The door was shut
But now it's open
To help me move in
A different direction
A glance up at the sky
A bird flying high
Can help me to get
Alright in my mind
It fills me up
With so much dread
And thoughts of disastrous
Events appearing real
The "what if's" come
It's fear that I feel
What's best for now
Is some needed distraction
To help me focus
On something of value
A slow deep breath
Makes for a productive start
The door was shut
But now it's open
To help me move in
A different direction
A glance up at the sky
A bird flying high
Can help me to get
Alright in my mind
#anxiety
#OCD
#MentalHealth
314 reads
17 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 11:22am
7th Dec 2023 11:22am
OCD
When OCD is in my head
It fills me up
With so much dread
And thoughts of disastrous
Events appearing real
The "what if's" come
It's fear that I feel
What's best for now
Is some needed distraction
To help me focus
On something of value
A slow deep breath
Makes for a productive start
The door was shut
But now it's open
To help me move in
A different direction
A glance up at the sky
A bird flying high
Can help me to get
Alright in my mind
It fills me up
With so much dread
And thoughts of disastrous
Events appearing real
The "what if's" come
It's fear that I feel
What's best for now
Is some needed distraction
To help me focus
On something of value
A slow deep breath
Makes for a productive start
The door was shut
But now it's open
To help me move in
A different direction
A glance up at the sky
A bird flying high
Can help me to get
Alright in my mind
#anxiety
#OCD
#MentalHealth
314 reads
17 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 11:22am
7th Dec 2023 11:22am
OCD
When OCD is in my head
It fills me up
With so much dread
And thoughts of disastrous
Events appearing real
The "what if's" come
It's fear that I feel
What's best for now
Is some needed distraction
To help me focus
On something of value
A slow deep breath
Makes for a productive start
The door was shut
But now it's open
To help me move in
A different direction
A glance up at the sky
A bird flying high
Can help me to get
Alright in my mind
It fills me up
With so much dread
And thoughts of disastrous
Events appearing real
The "what if's" come
It's fear that I feel
What's best for now
Is some needed distraction
To help me focus
On something of value
A slow deep breath
Makes for a productive start
The door was shut
But now it's open
To help me move in
A different direction
A glance up at the sky
A bird flying high
Can help me to get
Alright in my mind
#anxiety
#OCD
#MentalHealth
314 reads
17 Comments
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