Best Obsessions Poems
in autumn’s dampness
a moth of fervent purpose
becomes another's-
diamond lattice glinting
before a hunter’s moon
Long standing passions fading into obsessions deep and dark
Taking its tolls to possess your soul they leave their mark
After much strife little things appear bigger than life
And life fades without a fight
When confronted with obsessions deep and dark
The rains come clean and pure
To cleanse the passions and soothe the soul
Till nothing remains to heal the marks
Of bewitching obsessions possessive and dark
One step wrong and all is lost
Gone are the sunny days of memories past
Your soul is mine so don’t look for me
For I am gone into obsessions dreary and dark
But be aware I am not the only one
All are equal and all are prey
Hidden behind that ray of sun obsessions remain
When all else is done the darkness comes unbidden
Then you are the only one left with obsessions hidden
One thing, we all have in common worldwide.
Because we need it to be human to provide,
Secrets fantasies keep most from going insane.
Even though each knows they will not gain.
Sure enough we all have these thoughts or deeds.
Spending money, wasting time to plant these seeds,
Inventions of the desires prepare the mortal mind.
Obsessions vary from the wild to tame we find.
Now step back and think about your life’s fixation.
Seek out your fantasy or reality that steals passion.
Obsessions
by Shirley Rebstock 3/13/2016
Every Wednesday as the sky became dark
Moon beams glowed across the park
On the corner I could see her face
Wearing a maroon dress edged in lace
Green, yellow, red neon lights flashed across her silky skin
Revealing a sadness loneliness of her face so thin
Why why would she stand at the same place on the corner
With a grief stricken look as if she was a mourner
Could she have a broken heart, be waiting for a lover
Hoping for his return or could it be the loss of another
Once I walked across the street
To satisfy my curiosity hoping to meet
This soleful beauty with blue eyes and black hair
I smiled attempted a hello
She looked straight through me as if I was not there
Wait her energy is different this night
I see a slight smile, her blue eyes are so bright
Suddenly she bolts across the street towards the park
Loud honk of a car, bang her lifeless body in the dark
Who was she, what was her name
She haunted my every thought each day was the same
Why wouldn't she speak to me
I could have been a friend
Her lonely heart I so wanted to mend
Every Wednesday night as the sky becomes dark
The moonbeams glowed across the park
I would stand on the corner to see if I could feel
Her spirit her loneliness
Encapsulating me in the night so still
I had no answers no peace
to escape this dark well
Could I have saved her loved her,
These thoughts are hell
In my mind I am in a tunnel
Ah I see the light
I bolt across the street
A horn blows, Bang
Dead silence
My life losing it's fight
As my life seeps out of my body
I see it was an illusion
I could not have saved her
Was my conclusion
Her demon had become mine
My answer came to late
Sounds of the street fading
This was my fate
On the corner I could see her face
Standing so lonely
In a maroon dress edged with lace
She whispered in my ear
Obsessions
That is the answer to your questions
It took us to a place we didn't mean to go
It imprisoned us
Now you know
It may have been gradual,
But once I did get obsessed.
I would ask myself,
Why must my shadow
Follow me? What did I do wrong?
Seemed to me the darker the shadow became
The more evil I had committed.
Now I am no saint, but surely
I could not have been that bad!!
Still that miserable shadow
Would follow me everywhere.
It would be behind me hiding,
But turning I would see it.
How terrible it was.
Most of the time it would be before me,
Or near me as if to keep me company.
But one day I got cured.
Walking wondering about that shadow
I hit a lamp post. Pain everywhere.
I felt dizzy, a lump grew on my head,
And a nasty gash appeared on my forehead.
Time passed. And I was well again.
I did not bother about the shadow.
But then I got obsessed with lamp posts.
Intolerable inexperience instilled in indifference,
Suddenly shifting. Such subtle shame,
For fallen fantasies, failing fictional fallacies.
Every exception exceeding expectancies,
Never neglecting notable necessities.
Coming completely closed,
Removing reality, reflecting rational reduction.
Perfect possibilities pass presently,
Abandoning avarice and addiction,
When we waver with weakness.
Our options, overt obsessions,
Dampen dreams, destroy desires,
Verify vendettas, vilify victories.
We will willingly wait,
Rise, reach, regrow.
OBSESSIONS
Shes so into them high heelers
there's no satisfying her... desire
for them high heeled fashions shoes
a high heeler shes in her deepest self
of chocolates its an addiction but i wont
mention liquor she says gonna say am hating
and brood for weeks on end thou i still lover her
ever always so much i guess shes my obsession..a she
Lewis Nyaga
23/01/2015
wheel ding utmost pro lix:
scrum compulsions won
despite feeling dog tired, (like a ton
of bricks weighed me down)
while seduced by the sun
solar radiation from the sky didst lightly run
sans, i experienced
a weird wired wider sensation pun
knee sensation otherwise, this sun dry
older puppy nun
the wiser (feeling akin
to an overly sated book worm
to boot) on a Mon
Day, nonetheless, forced
by male incarnation from Lon
don, (via NON FAKE voices
inside my noggin) a potential Hun
these tired eyes, could NOT stop reading
even with figurative gun
at my head, until only
sluggish progress made,
which daunting task not fun
bore witness thru novel
(in this instance plotting thru - dun
know if fie could finish
One Hundred Years Of Solitude -
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
pea pulling his story with bun
dulls of Hiss panic
Alpha Numeric characters, -
per printed page punctuated
concluded with a period,
(premature mental dejected ejaculation exclaimed
how ah yee got trounced
by harsh obsessive compulsive task master.
"Nay unto you Matthew Scott"!
Uttered by exactly same grievous rot
while er...mailer daemon (as above, pot
tent shill slave driver subsequently not
quite ditto for identical bon mot
mind wielding damn mask kid ding lot
intonation, now setting me hot
to worry about my thinning hair, the little aye got
as expressed vis a vis A previous poem
of mine titled 'Argh! I suffer the plight of Bad
Hair Year In One Day!'
Just like a wind they whirl and blow,
Sweeping our hearts just in a flow.
Pretty things by pretty fingers,
Around whom desire lingers.
Leaving rotating eyes behind,
Which nothing but a glimpse can find,
They bounce along in catty paws,
But still escape on-lookers’ claws.
They float on, with firm powdered chicks,
And give our hearts a thousand flicks.
Then we put faces on our minds,
And sit where hope and joy combine,
To spend a whole day just thinking,
Wishing they are before us blinking,
And gracing us with their beauty,
Which we wish could be their duty.
But with their jolly little bodies,
They stay within and make no budges,
But keep watch with pretty smiles on,
Leaving we dreamers all forlorn.
Outward appearances can be deceiving
But guesses are you are very revealing
Simple gestures seem to be wasted on you
Even compassion and care are taken askew
So you vilify and harass like no other
Supremely convinced and poised to smother
Irrational and illogical you flounce about
Only to cause misery with each breath out
Never forget and do not ever be deceived
Some day some how comeuppance will be achieved
Obsessions
Madness ?, Walking.
Insanity ?, Talking.
Life has not always been a walk in the park,
more often than not - a long and winding road
through the shadows - not hidden by the dark.
Life has not always been on the straight and narrow path,
but it is a journey that one takes towards a trail
that will lead one towards the end of a long lane,
a lane that egresses the lush green of life's adventures,
away from all that led one into those desolate lands,
of deserts - dry, mountain tops - cold, north and south poles -
earth's ends, outer space - life anew - no more a heavy load.
B.J."A" 2
September 21st 2009
I’ve become dangerously obsessive and it’s starting to cause pain
Not on others, boy I wish, but I’m all theres to blame
It’s tearing me up, my mind is rot, it’s not aesthetically pleasing
For certain obsessions only inspire devilish laughs and teasing
If only it was classic symbols my mind hungrily wants
Looking glasses, chess and clocks, all Alice’s old haunts
But nothing’s poetic about television , falsities and actors
The hypnotic items you dearly cling are only grave detractors
They draw you from central virus, the depended burning fire
It doesn’t matter of which you do obsess
All are maddened by desire
I like to think I know every thing, but I don't; that's obvious. I wonder if it would take a
scholar to see that I am making the same mistakes every day? Do you see this?
Blasphemy! Sometimes I cannot believe my ability to twist the truth around lies and end up
with something I like to call a friendship. Does it mean nothing to me? Perhaps I could move
a thousand miles away and forget your face as if I hadn't spent hundreds of hours laughing
upon your childish mannerisms. I love to laugh. It is difficult, however, for me to distinguish
the empty guffaw and the heart-warming kind of giggle that makes me want to live a simpler
life. You know what I'm talking about. You know that there's something missing. You can't
put a finger on it. The grass is greener on the other side, of course, but did you realize the
season would never change?
I can be obsessive. For instance, last night I needed a command hook.
My mind couldn’t focus on “Principles of Biostatistics,” as fascinating as that book is, because I needed this $3 command hook to hang my keys by the door.
There’s a table by the door, I could easily put my keys there, but no. That’s where books go (am I too picky?). What’s funny is, I’d just been reading about ‘bias mitigation,' ya know, science is everywhere.
Still, I searched the boxes that I hadn’t unpacked
I looked around them too, did one fall in a crack?
Did I have one to begin with? I couldn’t keep track.
I texted Charles (across the hall), “do you have a command hook?”
“A what?” he replied. So I texted his wife, who went to look.
When she didn’t have one, I went back to my book.
The chapter was about ‘probability distributions as tools for managing uncertainty.’ How topical, here I was, uncertain about when I’d get that command hook. Never mind an indifferent God, science is obviously listening.
It was nearly midnight. I wondered, how late Door-Dash delivered?
Would they bring my hook or were there other services I should consider?
What about Amazon, Target or WalMart—could one of those be a winner?
In the end I had to do without—I gave up at 1am.
The miracle of capitalism had failed me—damn.
I could study with the hook off my mind. So, I set an Alexa reminder,
an alarm on my watch and alerts on my iPhone and MacBook finder,
then I wrote a pink post-it note, and put that on my epidemiology binder.
I have a standing, pre-dawn jog with Charles, and an idea forming.
If we passed an open convenience store, I could buy one in the morning!
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Songs for this:
I Want You by Bob Dylan
I need you by Jon Batiste
I will snatch without hesitation
The obsessions who stands on the edge of shock!
I will throw it..
As Moses throw his stick
And I'll look at you..
While you're slowly die!
,
I will watch you with closed eyes
You a miserable, a hapless, one
Do not begin in stealth,
Do not.. fidget
Do not.. Sigh
I know you, I know the whole thing!
,
Take a breathe..
I will rub strongly the stains..
Of sins which conjoined
Above the glass of your heart,
There are sins that burns and prick
Like a sharp cry in silence!
,
I'm thy scream..
I am thy mirror..!