#obsessive poems on Hello Poetry

BloodOfSaints 2d

Slow—devout—
as though your hands are holy
and I’m the altar you’ve prayed for.

I feel your hunger,
how it trembles in your breath,
how your eyes have already carved me open.
I am not afraid.

Let me be your sacrament.
Your forbidden fruit,
your crimson communion,
still warm in your mouth.

Bite gently, or don’t.
Tear what you need.
There’s no sin in this—
I give myself willingly.
I want to live inside you.

You—
you will know the real taste of divinity.

And when I am gone,
you will be full.
And I will be yours.
Entirely. Eternally. Internally.
In every aching, holy bite.

#love #devotion #devour #eating #cannibal #obsession #obsessive #hunger #holy #religious

Emery Feine May 27

A.I.W.I.W.O.Y

Will you ever let me love you?
My angel arrow, my fire fuel
Will you ever love me?
Was I such a fool?

You look into my eyes
You see a blinding light
I look into your eyes
I see a pitch-black night

Unrequited, allocated to your hundreds of friends
Obsessive, impressive; your love just pretends
I wait for this fate that brings you back to me
And I wait almost eternally

You build me up; you bring me down
And you somehow blame it on me?
I've made the door and its lock
And yet you've thrown away the key

But I'm alright, I'm okay
I sit on these steps and wait for you
But I'm obsessive, I'm crazy
And I wish it wasn't over you

silver springs

#unrequited #love #friends #heartbroken #hate #waiting #obsessive #blame

Kalliope May 16

Server Diamonds

If you hate me maybe
I'll stop wishing the stars
will guide us together again
So maybe I should just let you
think what you need to,
even if it means
killing us in
the end

I selfishly don't want you
to hate me, not even a little
bit, I can't expect you to wait it
out while I figure out my ****.
Why couldn't you have
just been meaner?
Why did I give
in to my
head?

I traced my bones and begged for a sign
Still I haven't seen you
I think that's the sign

#longing #lettinggo #holdingon #obsessive #anxiety #hope

Anais Vionet Dec 2024

non-mechanical

Love is non-mechanical
it doesn’t crank, pinion
or always work dependably.

In cavalier moments, I thought I knew
something of how it all works—
it’s apertures and shafts—
its grinds and reciprocations.

I’d judge it’s motions
work its levers, judge its spins,
and address its slippery angles.

You could call me obsessive
but obsessive people don’t
obsess this much.

You could call me compulsive
but the compulsive aren't
this compulsive.

All I can do is poise, balance
or swipe a little black credit card.
It’s the only magic I have.

I can’t turn bread into wine
or fish into water.

I can’t make the blind walk,
the deaf to see or the lame to
taste again.

God reserves some miracles,
keeps them as close to the vest
as cards.

Jugglers work the circus,
mimes thrash to communicate,
and tightrope walkers fall.
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Songs for this:
Viva la vida by Cold Play
When There Is Love by Karen Sokolof Javitch
The Rainbow Connection by Sarah McLachlan
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How about a Christmas playlist! Because Christmas is in 10 days!
https://daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_29mp3

BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 12/15/24:
Cavalier = shows no concern for important or serious matters.

#obsessive #love #mechanical #miracles #humor

King of Limericks Nov 2024

OCD (part of an ongoing series)

There’s a need for severe repetition
And when objects are out of position
A ritual practice
Restores the exactness:
Obsessive compulsive condition

I spent hours meticulously reworking the syllables on this one. And still, it feels unfinished.

#limericks #psychiatry #ocd #obsessive #compulsive

Hide Nov 2024

The fun and the duty

I used to hate-
How I stayed within the lines,
In the pictures I portrayed.
I used to hate-
How I thought once, twice, three times,
And still could not decide,
What I wanted to make.
I used to hate-
The bubble I was stuck in,
The structure I never punctured,
The rules in my head,
Like some wings I could not spread;

While I observed the beautiful swirling imperfect creations of my peers,
Who would draw on their Converse - add piercings to their ears;
Magical and free. I admired their creativity,
As I let the gas settle back in my shaken-up bottle,
Thinking will I eventually run out of throttle?
Grabbing moments of impulsivity, always followed by second, third and fourth thoughts -
Till they pass, and I'm back to my indecisive self.

But now I like my thought-out decisions,
I like the tasks I deem worthy to finish.
Not as free as my peers, and I still like their beauty-
But this world need us both: the fun and the duty.

#obsessive #ocd #freedom #beauty #rules #structure

Robert van Lingen Jan 2024

Mirror, Mirror, as I fall

Today,
I stay and reflect.
Like the mirrors floating on a pond, wandering in focus.

At times I am hopeless, distraught, and dazed, pondering.

I'll stop you there, you sad, beaten man.
Do you feel the seas trod upon you, drown you and let you swim further, and further just to regret, forget why you even began?

The shining at the deepest depths is merely a mirror to self-reflect,
to pay respects to what you wish you were.

Did you forget why you're here? Because, in truth, I never forget what I never knew,
why the sky feels the need to fall in disrespect, all upon your war-torn shoulders,
buckling under that very sigh you set free when you realized you're the traitor here, as you just get colder.

varied sighs sing you lies of peace,
poor Icarus, he tried to fly, to plead the sun, to chase infinity.

Do you truly seek peace? You try to run yet create your own inevitabilities, seized by your own dreams. With these ****** knees you've built yourself. Scorned by warnings of your self fulfilling prophecies.

You said so yourself.

First,
find what you need,
then perhaps your ever elusive peace may come,
and bring you to your knees,
to drown in seas of relief.
The war is not over,
Just another day.

#anxiety #depression #self #destruction #obsessive #compulsive #disorder #ocd

ht May 2018

Maybe, probably

There's popcorn on the ceiling,
a million bajillion clusters that I've spent days trying to count.
In the 1950's these ceilings exploded into popularity.
And until 1977, homeowners blasted asbestos covered popcorn toward the sky, letting mesothelioma fibers fall back to their floor like it was harmless dust.
I take a deep breath, letting the air settle deep in my chest before letting it back out.
My ceiling is probably not made of asbestos.
It's probably styrofoam or some other cheap, paper-based product.
I take another deep breath.
The EPA banned the use of asbestos in these ceilings.
Apparently, inhaled in large quantities, asbestos causes lung disease, lung scarring, and lung cancer.
Another deep, deep breath.
I continue counting the probably not cancer causing popcorn.
I wonder if I would be able to feel the particles swimming in my lungs like fiber glass–thin, delicate, sharp.
I wonder if it would **** me.
I wonder if my family would file a claim like you see on those old commercials screaming,
"If you or a loved one developed mesothelioma you, yes you, could be entitled to compensation."
Or, something like that.
Breathe.
The air tastes funny.
My ceiling is most likely not made of asbestos.
But, I probably wouldn't care if it was.

I went down a weird internet spiral and now I know a lot about different kinds of ceilings | h.t.

#ocd #obsessive #reluctance #ceilings #apathy #anxiety #asbestos #lungs #breathe #hypochondriasis

Jane Nov 2021

I starved myself, to feed Anna

You think I'm pretty? You don't think I should change?
Not by a single gram I won't, I promise Anna.

It's my friend Anna, she's always here for me.
Anna, I don't want to think, tell me what to do,
Yes, thank you Anna, I'll calculate those for you.

Did you say I look perfect Anna?
I can maintain perfect by being perfect.
I can be precise Anna, I promise, don't leave.

Anna, that's a lot of calculating.
Sorry Anna, you're right, perfection takes hard work.
I'm unafraid of toil.

Anna, I'm worried Anna, I can't stop feeling.
Think? I can over think to stop the feeling.
I'll gladly overthink than to over feel.
You're right Anna, I can numb it.

Anna, I'm craving something.
You're right Anna, I will never have that.

Anna, I never told you what I craved.
I craved love Anna, I craved safety.
I'm hungry for a meaningful life Anna.
Please feed those to me.

Why don't you give me what you promised Anna?
You became a liar Anna, but love is blind and I need you.

Speak for me Anna, lie for me Anna.
Anna others want to feed me, Anna, I don't know what they're feeding me Anna, stop them, it's unsafe where it's uncertain.

Yes, what Anna said, I already ate.
When?
Anna, they're catching on Anna, do something.

Anna, I'm hungry, Anna.
I've been keeping you alive to keep myself dead.

Anna please,
I starved myself, to feed Anna.

#eatingdisorder #eating #disorder #calories #caloriecounting #obsessive #obsession #perfection #perfectionist