Poetry Blogs (obsession)
Brian Maryon on Love Me Tinder Love Me Do ... Looking For Love In The Modern Age (10 minutes ago)
O, they can drive us really mad - our peculiar obsessions.
Are you cleaning all the time or are you buying too many possessions?
Or perhaps you are being miserly and keeping all of your savings.
Or may be you need to do or see something in order to satisfy your cravings.
Is your obsession so odd that no one else can understand?
Has it taken such a hold that it is getting o...
Thursday 22nd August 2019 7:34 pm
Wherever I go,
there you are.
I see you
in stormy skies.
I feel you
I smell you
among the pines.
I hear you
whispering at night.
I taste you
in the words of every love poem.
You are nowhere to be found,
yet always around.
you are the part of me I long to set free.
Monday 29th July 2019 3:50 am
Searching for you
You’re the word
On the tip of my tongue
- tip - tip – tick – tock
You’re the face on my clock
You’re the catch in my breath
Like if I was to cough
Words of you
Would just tumble out
Like if I was to shout
Words of you
Would just rumble out
You’re built into my skull
You’re the clutch over my brain
You’re running through my veins...
Monday 1st July 2019 1:27 pm
I will paint a picture
of my life with a border
a perfect picture of obsessive compulsive disorder
imagine inside a house above a fire is a
the painting is of a scene
inside a house with a painting on the wall
above the fire
and smaller again the painting on the painting
on the painting and it just gets smaller until it's a dot
A single dot left on the chalk board
Tuesday 25th June 2019 2:08 pm
7 inch 12 inch
45 The look and sound makes me feel alive
Punk, Rock, Reggae and ska
Is the sounds I play from sound systems afar
The wheel is spinning
This man is grinning
The sound of a good record
Spend money I can't afford
On that one record
Its scratched sometimes
Comes with a hiss
But there isn't a sound I don't miss than this
So when the needle hits the groove
There's no time...
Friday 1st February 2019 10:06 am
Ah! I loved you!
Lost to your soul,
I bared my heart
Within your mind
I held my heart...
as if all hearts sang with mine
as if all lips knew
I felt your blood pulse
and heat my soul
as your hair scourged my body
(Ah! I loved your hair!)...
Sunday 6th August 2017 5:49 pm
Inertia be damned.
Every time you look at me
It's been too long.
Tuesday 29th November 2016 8:55 am
I stare at your back, as if a portrait
Wednesday 8th October 2014 6:54 pm
from now to then and back again
in time; to see
all promise of epiphany roll down between
the cracks that hold you in
such favoured light
your pictures beg to be inhaled
their snapped relief
and Dietrich air of futures trapped in avenues
of silvered shadows deftly
drawn of umber hued schönheit
© Paul Sands 2013
Sunday 13th January 2013 11:36 pm
Do you realise what will be will always be
And do you realise what will never be the same
And do you realise what we were put here for
For some to give the glory
And others give the pain
I once had a friend
But I wanted more than friendship
Wanted more than he could give
I once had a love
though I wanted more than loving
Wanted more than just to liv...
Monday 7th May 2012 8:10 pm
I have Aspergers' Syndrome - it's fairly normal for me in my own little world to become full-blown obsessed with the object of my desires, crave the unattainable and fantasise about being in bed with married men. But don't worry, I don't own a knife or gun (that's a lie, I'm a chef, 'cept the gun bit), and am certainly not dangerous... I'll find out for definite when the men in white coats aren...
Sunday 24th October 2010 7:07 pm
The future's bright
as long as I've got my fix
12, 9, 6, it doesn't matter
how many minutes it takes,
I remain loyal to the golden glow
of course I know the risks, I'm not stupid -
I'm far from - but my place in the sun
hasn't yet been revealed, it's plain that no plane ticket
has fallen into my lap, it's no fun this being broke
so I cut the crap and s...
Monday 5th July 2010 7:16 pm
to see and hear but not yet touch
that which i do crave so much
exquisite torture to my hands
that ache to remap treasured lands
in dreams i have reached out to clasp
at last your hand within my grasp
then woke to find a vacant space
where our fingers interlaced
your faces occupy my mind
too deep for me to leave behind
shackled to what i hear and see
til by your side and f...
Friday 14th May 2010 1:50 pm