Compulsive Poems - Poems about Compulsive

a neat freak is compulsive excessive and obsessed their day revolves around cleaning a neat freak has a one-track mind and will not budge their focus their one true friend is bleach a neat freak disinfects all day intolerant to imperfection time and effort never a problem a neat freak will not rest till every thing's in order and every surface shines let's not mince words a...

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The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder As origin of *****Sapien species surged ahead, harboring nascent predominance asper said primate reproductively bred, (albeit via incremental fits and starts) evolutionary forebears didst dread Tom Tom Club former members an American new wave band founded in 1981 by husband-and-wife team Chris Frantz and Tina Weymouth as a side project from Talking Heads, rocketing them to...

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Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces... Fore score minus xv orbitz ago from being centenarian strong contractions forced me to pass thru cervix, buck naked bare lady, I ranked as only grandson sharing same surname as Aaron, (mine paternal grandfather) me the sole heir – foreshortened to Sol Aire evinced scrawniness then (as shown via ultrasound), which at birth became crystal clear, unbeknownst to parents obsessive hidden compulsive...

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Khandahar is where all began IED ignited my skull in the blink of an eye Kabul came into view as the smoke clears my body was being rushed through tunnels the hot sun burning my flesh sand gravel stuck in my pores I remember tears on my cheeks that burned like acid rain DOA DOA...

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Check door, handle, lock. Check them twice. Life with O.C.D. - that's the price. Do the same each and every day; "Unlocked!" the inner voices say. Holding you hostage in a vice....

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The compulsive Autism in the like of Julian Assange And Greta Thunberg is a force for the good Their passion can for them be tragic they go to any length to follow the truth. I had a tailless female dog, circled to find the tail, till she got dizzy. Obsessive people can be tiresome, have great courage and suffer for their...

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Today again, I lied Didn’t want to but I had to hide Deceit, it’s wrong I know Unintentional the lie just flowed “Good God fix it” he says I want to, but I have no ways Another lie, cold sweat and terror sways Better to just run away “No! You won’t grow” he yelled An empty aid, too old Alright tomorrow then, I told I lied...

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It is crazy to be this compulsive about so many things. I draw out three or four cartoons a week that I paint. It may take me another week, but I work on four at once. My daily poem quota is ten, but I sometimes write thirty. Okay. I lie. I once wrote thirty in one day. Out of...

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We watch Martha dig out buckets of stuff From a nose that always has more than enough Globs of boogers, and moogers, then she takes a sneeze. We watch in fascination, as we eat our grilled cheese. She must be nervous or something the new guy says. You think? I ask as I study his face; his name is...

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Siege warfare (trumpeting) average joe biden his time linkedin with aberrant behavior transpires within me mind, (not just today December 5th, 2020, but everyday/365) warrants depleting stockpile arsenal constituting exhausting mental health uprooting deep seated repellent pesky daunting lost cause. Overruled by irrational thoughts, I feebly muster a lame duck half quacked comeback (think home team cheering at pep rally) against analogous figurative agents provocateur said nemesis bore down hard upon...

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I generally mean mine mien mental state moost occasions heavily marinated stupor long established as external trait psychologically time tested trooper impossible mission to kickstart sanity doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts well bred literate smoking doobie brother eliminating aforementioned pablum witnessed courtesy one floundering grouper among plenty of fish schooled hyphenated (high finned haggled) burn hushed scaled poem courtesy one...

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I am a professional knitter, she said at her front door. As if we could not guess it, we could barely see her floor. Yarm was everywhere, in magnificent colors galore. Variegated, twisted, baby soft, a knitted band aide on her sore. Afghans piled high on couches were sleeping with a snore. We knew she could make herself happy from...

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Handy dandy blues clues plain all purpose favorite refrain i.e. "impossible mission" courtesy complimentary doppelganger G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue", or "Ground Infantry") Jane in tandem with Alyson Chain comes to the rescue attempting to describe entrenched nonproductive crippling psychological mindset ascertain most any reader would consider insane embedded deep within genetic code possibly inherited maternal grandfather, who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine, he (purportedly tailor by trade) only spoke Yiddish, language...

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fish, lizard, rainbow, cat, pirate, witch, hat, broom, Peter Pan, Jesus, gypsy, flowers, starfish, mermaid, peddler man, drums, monsters, angels, faeries, fish, babies, raccoons, skunk, hot air balloons, tree woman, Native Americans, Mexicans, dream catchers, keyboards, stars, dragons, chair, TV, Christmas lights, wizard, heart, sun, moon. Can you guess what I am doing or where I am? I am glancing around at...

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Nothing was ever going to displace my obsession for painting in my mind. A joyfulness I had never experienced before entered my soul realm when I finished my first giant canvas, a mere week after my 9-year-old granddaughter who was obviously a lot more knowledgeable than I about me, had goaded me into “trying to paint”. I finished 250 canvases...

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