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Darcy 3d
If I had a genie in a bottle
I'd wish my thoughts away
You'd hold me in your arms
And I wouldn't be a burden for a day

If 11:11 stretched its arm
And granted my only wish
It'd be not to overthink your touch
And every ******* kiss

If I could be a real girl
And laugh and since and dance
I'd sing to you and laugh with you
But I haven't got the chance

For my mind is a rabbit hole
And I fell down the trap
This is no Wonderland at all
And there is no going back.
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LET ME JUST DO NOTHING!
Laura Yuri May 15
Tremors spreading all over
Perhaps I should let one go
Too many variables
Ringing in my ears
Distorted vision causing me to trip
A weak sensation invading my body
I feel terribly sick
Now the shaking has returned
What next
My 'dull' sense of humor made me think, "this is about experimenting so why not experiment with a new format?"
Shea Apr 24
And as the room begins to brighten
I'm enlightened by a soft touch
of bones easily dislocatable
And sensitive to touch
And even though those bones slip
From their holes
The floor holds them before me
So delicate and worn
I've sworn that I'll swallow my disease
Digest it, spit it up before you have
To see it acting up
But today was different
You watched my ears close and head shake
With blood down my nose
Sweat on my clothes
From holding it back.
I'm sorry you had to see it
See it act up.
Laura Yuri Apr 24
No, not again
                                                                          Don't ignore me!
But I'm not a bad person
                                                                                       Yes you are!
I would never hurt someone
                                                                      You don't know that!
Stop! I am in control of my thoughts
                                                                                 NO! I AM!
They never did anything wrong
                                                                      Lies!
I'm stronger than this
                     You're weak, why don't you just end your pathetic life
People care about me
                                                              No one loves you
I have real friends
                                                   They're using you
Leave me alone
                                                                               I will always be here
Sanjana Apr 19
I have a problem you see,
with a compulsion that won't leave me be

Incorrect capitalization gives me frustration
Pronouns, I and the start of a sentence
This is grammatical dependence

Relentless
Repentant
Repentance
I need, I crave resplendence

Lines that are drawn at the perfect degree
I feel at ease
If you're sick don't come near me
I need to feel clean

Push in the chairs, line by line
Paper with tears, send tingles down my spine
I get stares, I don't care because they aren't aligned
It's impossible to keep a clear mind

Fidgets and ticks perfectly timed
I'm inclined, designed, primed, have the frame of mind to find the mistake

Mistakes make me ache, break, shake and stay awake
They haunt me, my life forsaked

Force compliance
Struggling to be defiant
If I stay still I feel like crying

Biting time and biting nails
Can you hear me internally wail?

I see a mistake and my obsession takes control
Can no one else see it, am I alone?

I am trapped by my inhibitions
Held against my compulsions

Try to save me from my OCD impulsions
BTW: I am aware that in stanza 7 the word "forsaked" is in the wrong tense.
Laura Yuri Apr 14
What if you harm them
The voice yells in his raspy voice
Listen to me now
He usually doesn't take control
But this time he is too strong
I can't stand up to him
Like he said, I'm too weak
I have to give in
I try to conceal the
Tears gushing from my eyes
As a tap the frame of my glasses
No, 50 times isn't enough
He says
So I keep on tapping
I make it to 250 but lose count
You have to start over again
He demands
I must obey
But my hands shake
And my head is sore
I just want him to go away
I want to feel sane
However, I wasn't born with that trait
Laura Yuri Apr 7
In the middle of the night
Sweat flowing on my face
Gasping for air
They come in and invade my mind
Poisoning it with thoughts of death
I try to make them stop
But my gate isn't strong enough for their invasion
Kai Mar 23
It wasn't a problem
just a tick really
it's kind of silly

It was nothing much
correcting tilted things
organizing rings

It wasn't a problem till after
when nothing was clean
and hands had to gleam

Skin was cracking
it was like a disorder
everything had to be in order

I know its' clean "it's *****"
I know it's straight "it's tilted"

Fix it
Nothing ever seems clean, everything on the wall was crooked, and I had to fix it.
thea Mar 21
They will come.
And it'll you.
It'll hit you because its the 21st century, the reality of the modern world. You and them; them and everything that surrounds them.
Like a pedestrian attempt, the government system is all at cost about change and more change and brainwashing.
The in and out assests duplicating the excruciating mantel of dead lives and lives at stake.
You will walk half-asleep doing things you think are important.
Like a baptized child, to sanitize the dirt is even pious to the church, but they will come to you
and expect you to write about them; them and everything that surrounds them.
A column of pathological liars, OCD's, manic depressives, and a row of *** positives is the table of modernism.
But its fine, until 24/7 never stop wishing to 11:11.
Like a house is fine without a home, you will at least feel you're not alone.
They will offer a god - in high buildings, in the streets, in your neighborhood; a fine narcotic charm
that will mend your mood. And then they will come to you.
You and them; the faces, the ideologies, the tattoos, the smell, the drugs, the skin; they will insist you to write about them.
And it'll hit you.
They're disgustingly beautiful.
Way of thinking - sound,
tattoos - artsy,
scent - morning's dew,
drugs - crystal and *****,
skin - cashmere of the richest kind.
Like faith, you are worm on bait in the modern world called 21st century.
They will come to you wanting you to write about them.
You and them; them and everything that surrounds them.
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