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we were created to question our own existence
OCD
I have OCD

I get attached to way too many things

I've gotten attached to people and things

I probably have an infinite list

B U T

My all time favorite obsession is loving you.
i still remember when we'd stay up til 3 am messaging each other talking about music

now i can't even bare to look in your eyes or even say your name

the shirt i gave you probably smells like cigarettes and alcohol by now

you always told me to slow my words down so you could understand me

but maybe you didn't understand what pain i was trying to explain

half of my summer consisted of sadness and cigarettes thanks to you

i know what you did to me because i was there on the other side of the wall

while you were with the guy you didn't know, i was sitting at the fire being warmed by it and not you

(J.A.)
when i think back on all the girls i’ve dated

i’ve noticed very different interests now than what i saw in the past

one was very religious and demanding

one liked to get high and drunk when i really didn’t

the second one ****** with my mind too bad

it was almost every time i messaged her she was high or drunk

and the only thought i had was “is she really meaning the things she says?”
The beauty of intention
is not for someone to see.
Its not to gain attention
its for someone to be.
 Oct 2014 Jennifer Stewart
NahKe
Bruised and broken
Lost and confused
Painful memories
Loved yet misused

Kicked to the curb
Pushed aside
Pulled by the hair
No one who cares

A life lived in pain
Running away
Alone into the forest
Suicide in Pouring Rain.
 Oct 2014 Jennifer Stewart
matt
the night is my enemies’s ally. at night my brain and i cross mental swords we fight each other until the day break. at night my brain doesn’t fight fair in my weakened state i am susceptible to my brains wicked ways. there are rules to war and my brain breaks everyone. it brings up the darkest of times constantly it makes no effort to fight fair. it always wins in the end and i succumb to its will my brain leaves me with not a swift death but another scar in my conscience. that scar i bare on the inside not allowing it to show on the outside or my mind will bring me to an end. I’m not sure if thats a bad thing anymore
Chainsmoking cigarettes 

because I’m worried of 

getting lung cancer
A ****** heart in a ray
Puts the mind astray
Where sings hidden symphony
Dances the legs of silhouetting harmony
In drunkenness was sought sympathy
In it the opportune is seized

*— Anonimous
I found this poem in a youtube comment so I decided share in the community of Hello Poetry. I dont know who is the composer so I leave it anonimous.
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