Poetry Blogs (ocd)
On a vacation I need to travel
Into the unknown annals of Hell
Seeking a date with Mr. Devil
Conveying him that I’m on peril
It’s him who rescued me back then
It’s him whom I obeyed back then
He is the one who can help me quell
When I’m there in the annals of Hell.
Eyes moisten often when they see
The small shrub has grown into a tree
The stem swelled up with dee...
Friday 19th February 2021 12:53 pm
cling-clangs against my brain
feign solutions but they’re all the same
feasts for frantic fissions
unbridled, undeniably out of
the drug I’ve always craved
but can’t do a thing other than
did I say it wrong?
did they hear me right?
I’m sure of it
So unsure of it
I may be wrong
maybe all is well
Wednesday 25th November 2020 7:30 pm
Have you ever thought of ending it all?
Facing your fear when your backs to the wall?
Crossing the bridge and paying the toll?
Nobody know's the feeling better then me
I fantasize while in bed, rest assured I can't sleep
Knowing it's me I fear murdering me
Drowning my face in my own reflection
Disconnecting myself from other's connection
Removing my head from self-loathing dejection
Saturday 2nd November 2019 12:40 am
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
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
Beige walls stand empty where original artworks once hung
A woman, beyond her years in mind and body, sits at her desk
Staring at a screen that, despite vast knowledge at her fingertips
The cloud of cognizance that enveloped her has cleared
Ridiculed by those she trusted
No more pills
No more gange
Nothing to help control the demons within her mind
There is no feeling o...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 10:23 pm
Must touch once, twice, thrice!
Otherwise I must pay the price!
Penetrating thoughts that won’t go away,
Compulsions that haunt me day by day,
Anxiety comes, anxiety goes,
Got guilt, depression and so much obsession.
Please leave me!
Thursday 29th June 2017 1:54 am
Go to the door
Go back to the door
To lock the door
Did I Lock The D...
Wednesday 24th April 2013 12:59 pm