"obession" poems
There is a disconnect between my body and my mind.
At least, that's what I tell people.
Because I find it easier to admit
that I am broken
than to open myself to their ridicule
as I try to explain asexuality
one more time.
It's hard, to describe an absence
of something you've never felt
to those for whom it defines their existence.
I don't understand their resistence,
logic dictates that just because one thing is true,
that doesn't eliminate the validity
of it's reflection.
It has become this society's obession
to portray us only as a lie, a
sickness you are lucky not to be infected with.
Though I am still struggling to find my voice
and understand my own mind,
I am sure of one thing:
I am not BrOkEn.
And if you are like me, please,
don't let your pride be stolen,
because neither are you...
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
When I was young i use to love puzzles
when i say love i mean LOVE
like I would stay up late just to see what pictures I could put together
I would pull one out and stare at the pieces for hours
wonder what beauty would come out of them
and you see I never really finished them though
either to many pieces would go missing
or I would just lose interest
I was only a kid
you couldn't actually expect me to stick with it
short attention spane
but in the event that i actually finished one
my parents use to try to get me to glue them together
so i could always see the picture i completed
but glue was never
an option for me
because why make the beauty concrete
when I can break the puzzle and do it again
when i got older puzzles started to lose their appeal
I no longer felt I needed to put the pieces together in a puzzle
because I noticed something
I noticed that everyone around me was a puzzle
that the girl who sat in the back of my class needed to be put together
and that maybe
I could help her find her missing pieces
that maybe
I could bring the beauty out of her
so I would stay up hours
upon hours
into the night and early morning
just to try and figure out how to fix all the pieces together
how to transform her
into something beautiful
not realizing the beauty of a scattered puzzle
my need to heal people
over took me
to the point that I was so selfless I almost died
I wasn't eating and yet no one notice me
you see heres the thing
about puzzles
they never take the time to put you together
you sit there for hours
and have nothing to show but tired fingers
and a tired mind
you don't even have to lie
because puzzles never ask if your fine
I had an obession with puzzles
but I never took the time to see the one in the mirror
I was missing a piece
and that missing piece was me
and when I started finding myself
I ending up slipping up
and breaking
never took the time to secure my findings
because why glue when you can just break yourself again?
I was obsessed with puzzles
until I became one
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
You're my addiction
That turns into an obsession
I don't feel right when you're gone
My anemic heart needs your feeble words
Those forgotten memories creeps up
But you were always there to catch me when I fall
I was there to wipe the tears
The bitter sweet taste of love
Forever stains my heart
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Like a mad man thoughts go through my head like swarming wasps. Every single emotion stinging worse than the one before.
You're not mine,but in my head you are.
So everything you do is vital, everything you are is exactly who I try to be.
Just so you'll notice me, so you'll want me..
To you it's obession,
To you it's jealousy,
But at what point does love turn into toxicity..
This is all I have to offer; this is all I know how to give.
This love is too much for the both of us.
Will you ever let me love you the way I envision every night?
Or will you keep me in this ****** zone of "what ifs","maybe", and uncertainty...
You're killing me and yet you make me feel truly loved...
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
Love him one day and hate him the next?
It's the teenage obsession with ***
Do anything to get him to notice you
Find out that all along that he's a snake, too
Other than looks, what more does he have?
The opportunity for a good, hearty laugh
Overall, what are you to do and say?
Just pray that this obession will go away
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
Starting slow
Speeding up
Felt unreachable
Just my luck
The car continues off
As I follow with lust
I keep following
Taking detours
Out of trust
Soon enough I hit a hole
But wouldn’t stop
Due to my stupidity
How naive I was
For believing I could catch up
Instead I should of went faster
Not to the car’s limit
But to surpass her with my pride
She was not all
All to me
Is me
Not her
And her silly games
Of cat and mouse
I have finally surpassed
Forgetting my Obession
Finally at peace
Not begging for her attention
My Obession is done
Now I may continue on
With my pride in mind
Never to fall for someone again
But that would be a lie
Lust will soon rise again
Even if I don’t want it to...
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
Breathe beauty behind one less passion
Freeze the new excuses
Painful and exhale.
EXPECT OBESSION
How emotions double art
And let it free!
PAUSE
So distracted
And so – perfect
Everything you need.
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
Shootings
Innocent people
Dead no reason behind
It its just accidentally
People are sick
Unless the world
Needs more rules
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
I sat on the bench, every day in the park
I'd love to sit there
From light to dark
Something was different,
When I saw your face
Your chiseled profile
And striking blue eyes...
Took my breath away
Took me by surprise
You strolled casually by
Confidence in every stride
Do I want you to see me?
Do I want to just hide?
Your powerful aura has me magnetized
I can't stop myself,
I'm mesmerized
I jump off the bench
I have no control
I follow you...
You don't even know
I walk faster and faster
To keep up the pace
I don't want to lose your beautiful face
I want to say something
But no words will come out
What’s controlling me,
What’s this all about?
Is it fatal attraction?
I know you want me too
Once I catch you,
I'll know what to do…
The park is getting crowded, it's hard to keep up,
Something inside, tells me I must
Then I see her, standing there
Tall and beautiful, long shiny hair
He walks up and gives her a kiss on the cheek
There's a small child running, underneath his feet
My heart is screaming "No, I'm sure he's the one!"
Who is this woman, I want her gone!
I sit on the bench, day after day, watching and waiting
She had become my prey...
The park was empty
She was walking alone
Distracted by the beeping coming from her phone
I walked over slowly, never to be seen
I took out the knife
It gallantly gleamed
I waited until the right moment,
Her back was to me
All I wanted was for him to be free…
I lifted the knife high, and struck it down hard
Her body went limp, her face grossly scared
I went back to my bench
Holding the knife tight
Sirens were wailing, I saw the flickering lights
They must understand
This is how it had to be,
He didn’t love her, he was meant to be with me…
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
Shes perfect
But she asked me why her
Why is she the only one
Who i need more
Than oxygen
Air
she knocks the breathe out my lungs
I can't speak im so stuned
I can never get enough
She
She Is my everything
Everything is her to me
Shes all i can see
Obsession she called it
But i call it love
Love me
But she cant love me
Im nobody
To her everything
Obessesion
She's all i can think about
All i strive to be
When she threatened to leave me
I couldn't breathe
Panic attack
leaving her feels worse dieing
I struggle
To mutter
The word
Sorry
As if she cares what i think
No matter what she thinks
I will never leave her
But what if she leaves me
Shes All i need
My Obession
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
Procession of Recession
Regression of Profession
Art Erudition, An Elicition
Of all projection upon electation
Ethereal nation, Art re-reprensatation
Cubism in formation
Van Gogh in elation
Picasso in sensation
I go in formation
A lasso in preperation
For all thats been hold
In permanent erasion
An erosion of obession
Lesson in raising whats been
Held in decision
But whats next
is held in preperation
whats next is held in preperation
An alteration of sensation
Elastic time reprimatation.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC