Obsessive Poems - Poems about Obsessive

The longing want to hold you, to kiss you, to keep you. I need you in my life, forever will I need you. I’m jealous of the sun, as it gets to kiss you in the ways, I always wish to kiss you. I’m jealous of your sheets, as they get to lay on you and warm you up, in the way I wish to...

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You don’t want me. I’m broken and bruised I’m a web of ugly scars from my healing I’m a fraud I’m a jittery, anxious idiot who can’t stop thinking I’m the friend that always dampens the mood I’m a product of my racing heart and mind colliding I’m someone who feels such heaviness but can’t cry I spend every second trying to please...

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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...

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writing should not become obsessive ~ but should always be expressive...

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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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I will always hate the colour orange. Consider: Last meeting was on promoting sales of necklaces, The folder given was orange. Going home was a one-lane affair, An orange sign stated, “Works Ahead”. Orange traffic cones lined the lane on each side. Arriving home I found my wife had installed orange curtains. By this time I began to have some shivers. Dinner began:...

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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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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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I saw peacock feathers stuck in fences when I was a child. The farm next to my grandparents raised peacocks. They were the prettiest colors of purple and gold. I wanted to run over there and grab some up. My mother thought it would be rude, so we didn’t. My grandparents used to go to Mexico every year. They brought back...

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Once upon a time, a little girl listened to her mother read fairy tales and nursery rhymes to her. Fiction, rhyme and rhythm then took hold of her, imprinting their enchantment indelibly on her mind. Several years passed. The girl learned to read books herself. Upstairs in her room alone – as her siblings played downstairs - she lay on her...

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Keep on walking straight, don't turn back and show that obsessive look of fake passion; nobody can own me for the wildest night and have fun while I think of that sweet and true woman who has conquered me long ago; nothing can impress me, not even a wink! That obsessive look of fake passion can only show a bad intention, I may...

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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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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 am an obsessive learner, which drives me frantically and in a frenzied way and often Cartooning is something I cannot stop doing Painting is fairly new for me I started with my first canvas five years ago. My living room holds eighty canvases, all painted by me. I love neon paints, so I have black lights in three rooms, which...

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