Obsessive Compulsive Poems - Poems about Obsessive Compulsive

The monumental bane of OCD obsessive compulsive disorder

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

Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces

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

Obsessive Compulsive

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.

Sacrilegious Transgression Against Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

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

Sacrilegious Transgression Against Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

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

Rendered Self Lame Courtesy Obsessive Compulsive Behavior

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

When I Am Done I Am Done

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

Obsessive Compulsive Little Me

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

Obsessed

Obsession, Fears, Anxiety,
Waking the mind of the suffering,
Losing the comfort of Normalcy, 
Gaining the feeling of Confusion about one's own mind.

My thoughts and fears haunt me,
Feeling as though I might never close my eyes again
And feel the comfort of blissful dreams.

Galley Slave To Obsessive Compulsive Behavior Part 1 Part 1 Part 1

prior to passing thru cervix, buck naked bare
this grandson of Aaron, the sole heir – 
   foreshortened to Sol Aire
evinced (as shown via ultra sound), 

   which at birth became crystal clear,
   an obsessive compulsive prone 
   human being, endear
ringly cute as a baby monkey possessed fear
some

Galley Slave To Obsessive Compulsive Behavior Part 2 Part 2 Part 2

outrageous constituent rare
lee if never seen before, though still insured,
a novel boot nada so critical freak of nature ma lord
hirsute component part in a triple tier moored
substantial pressure upon the head, 
 
entwining, looping, spilling somehow 
   interweaving umbilical cord 
into a mass of whirled wide webbed wear suitable for
four seasons, which bamboozled,

Ocpd--Obsessive Compulsive Poetry Disorder

Haiku, Senryu;

                                         counting fingers til I'm blue.

        

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Every effort must pass through the peel like orange
the desired is the only way, there’s no range
and having a taste difficult to be bargained for any exchange
thus, anything other than perfection is mange.
Doing it right is limited, just doing becomes strange
giving a helping hand to keep things arranged
is like putting a spoilt urban model in

Obsessive Compulsive Poet

insomnia night after night 
restlessness tense & disturbed
lying awake the mind modifies
mutates
preceding delusional dreams
consciousness remains alert 
creative and mindful words emerge
falling like puzzle pieces 
perfectly clear
brain on the ball
title transparent
insomnia creates 
another verse

and so it continues.. imagination 
inspired though sleepless despair
bedside lamps beam gentle glow 
ingenious words emerge and flow
finally...
morning light sets insomniacs free
another poem

Obsessive Compulsive House Fire

the music 
it had to be put in order
that was 15 years ago
i still can't stop

The songs they sang alluded to the fireplace
probably, maybe, I'm not soo sure

The bricks just below the mantel
it was like a code
i couldn't get the whole thing out of my head

order of music
nonsense bricks
never sleep again

They told me the devil

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