#compulsion poems on Hello Poetry

preston Dec 2020

on patterns, pacifists.. and the violence of all things, heaven..

"From the days of John the Baptist until now,
the kingdom of heaven has been advancing forcefully..
and the violent, seize it by force."
--Jebs

ahem..

By 'his scrawny little neck' she grabs him
and  pulls  Him,  from  his  Throne--
"******' know it all..  he don't know ****.."
    blurts out  she--

    the all-seeing,  ever defining one.

The paint on her war-brush
is the blackest of blacks..
     as she  brands  me

     for  the  o r b it i ng,  of her
     that  I  so clearly  lack

And an ability that is all hers,
       not mine--
      The one, self-given..
      the  power  to define.

And, she wonders where mine came from;
me-- who was once a mother's son..
As I  ******  the grown-up  a l l  of me
in to every unhealed part  of her
      that  f e e l s   just like
      dear-old Mom.

I was young once, my beautiful..
helplessly.. (almost hopelessly)
subject,  to it all
        --but no more,   my sweet
          ever-painting,  honeybee

That black, babe-- it don't stick..
                        no, not no more.

Ah, Baby..
   ...   can you hear me..?

For forty days and nights Pete rode
and did not stop
till he sat high upon an icy mountaintop
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft,
slip and slide

Moved to the edge..
and dug his spurs  deep into his pony's side

Some say Pete and his pony vanished
over the edge,
and some say they remain frozen--
high up on that icy ledge.

The young Navajo girl washes in the river,
skin so fair
and braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps
into her hair.

I'm Outlaw Pete..
Outlaw Pete,

...can you hear me?
   can you hear me?
https://youtu.be/CKJtyeidL7Y

he did not come  to steal
xox

#love #fear #pain #compulsion #shame #forgiveness #freedom #connectivity #eternity

M Vogel Dec 2020

on patterns, pacifists.. and the violence of all things, heaven..

"From the days of John the Baptist until now,
the kingdom of heaven has been advancing forcefully..
and the violent, seize it by force."

--Jebs

ahem..

By 'his scrawny little neck' she grabs him
and pulls Him,  from his Throne--

"Fucken know it all..  he don't know ****.."

blurts out  she--
the all-seeing,  ever defining one.

The paint on her war-brush
is the blackest of blacks..

as she  brands  me for

the  orbiting  of her
                          that I

    most clearly,  lack.

And an ability that is all hers,
not mine--

The one, self-given:
the power,  to define.

And, she wonders where mine came from;
me-- who was once a mother's son..

As I  ******  the grown-up  a l l of me
into every single part of her

     that feels, just like mom.

I was young once, my beautiful
helplessly.. (almost hopelessly)  subject  to it all

   --but no more,  my sweet
     ever-painting, honeybee.

That black, babe-- it don't stick;
no, sweet love..   no,
no   not no more;

Ah, Baby..

can you hear me
can you hear me??

...   can you hear me..?

Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge..
some say they remain frozen high up on that icy ledge.

The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
and braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair.

I'm Outlaw Pete..
Outlaw Pete,

can you hear me?
https://youtu.be/CKJtyeidL7Y

#love #pain #fear #compulsion #freedom #eternity

Graff1980 Nov 2020

Untitled 579

I cannot seem to write
without rhyming.

It is not a simple matter
of timing
but has become
my mental wiring.

I find other
non-rhyming
poets so inspiring
so deeply
neurally
firing,
sparking
inspiration.

But my brain
has lost the ability
to make any poetry
without playing with
rhymes.

#writing #rhyming #compulsion #brain #creativity

Francie Lynch Oct 2020

Lost, Not Found

"Write, edit, re-write.
Post, edit, repost."
My finger prints are fading fast;
I thought they were here to last.
They used to linger where I'd please;
I've lost them now on laptop keys.

#writing #compulsion #obsession #obsessivecompulsive

Adi N Sep 2020

Forgive me

Hello cosmos,
I ask for forgiveness
for every act of compulsiveness.

#awareness #gratitude #spirituality #forgiveness #compulsion

Chad Young Sep 2020

Simplicity/Complexity

I have five appendages: head, arms, and legs.
More complex than oneness: what of the
six joints of every leg and arm, or the seven vertebra of the neck?
Thus, looking at the body becomes more and more complex
until I revert back to where my body evolved from a single-
celled organism, which in turn came from water.

Emotions are like appendages, there are also five simple emotions.
Looking at them react together is very complex to follow each motion.

Then, to complete the divine triangle: body, emotion, and, knowledge, which is born of unification.
Virtue are singularities of all three together.

Spirit is service,
compulsion is a virtue of youth and vitality.
It is excess of enjoyment. It knows
less limits and adheres to less stillness.
Insanity is the virtue of enjoyment that is converted
to pain: a pain for others, if not sorrow for me.

Thus, when I am continually the object of my own
insanity, it can be hidden. But when it affects others,
it becomes mental illness.

A night of regret due to ignorance.

#virtue #humanbody #emotion #emotions #triangle #divinity #divine #spirit #service #compulsion

Fiona Jun 2020

Untitled

i want to stop
checking my body,
wiggling the door ****,
counting the fatalities,
searching my symptoms,
and asking for reassurance.

i want to be able to leave,
not doubting
that i turned the straightener off,
that i shut the toilet lid,
that i locked the door.

i want to be able to sleep at night
without tapping
the doorknob
to make sure it's locked,
or else someone will break in.

i don't want to
be scared
when i see the number 13,
or be unable to
wear a certain sweater
without the fear of being sick.

but instead of staying habitual
i have become avoidant.

#ocd #mental #health #obsession #compulsion #vent #poetry #poem

Lydeen Feb 2020

Not Cute

I wonder what would happen,
If more people knew about how not cute OCD is.

If they knew about intrusive thoughts,
Thinking about killing yourself-

Throwing yourself in front of an amusement park ride,
Closing your eyes and walking into the street.

Stuck picking at your brain,
Ruining your day.

What would happen if...?
And knowing you shouldn't but REALLY want to.

It's not cute,
Love.

Ocd hits differently when you have the obsessive and compulsive parts.... Thoughts become enemies tbh. It gets stuck- nagging. Rip.

#ocd #obsessive #compulsion #intrusive #crazy

Lydeen Dec 2019

Tick tick TICK, 1 2 3, Kiss Kiss Kiss

Kissing my wrist.
1. 2. 3
times. I should

be good for
a few hours.
Then repeat again.

Stumb- stumbling stumble
over ov ov
stumbling over over

over over over
stumbling ov over
my over my

words. Every time
I try to
speak to you.

Kiss, 2, 3.
Now I won't
accidentally hurt you.

Picking at my
skin, pinching, frowning.
Cutting each and

every bite into
a perfect cube.
A PERFECT cube.

Into the car.
Kiss, kiss, kiss.
Now I won't

be in another
car accident. But!
Don't forget, don't

forget. Do it
again to be
sure. You have

to or else
you'll get hurt.
Hurt your family.

Hurt someone else's
family. Break apart
a whole life.

I can count
every single calorie
I have eaten

today without even
looking at the
label. I can

taste and tell
you which artificial
sugar is in

my energy drink.
But! I only
drink the ones

with guarana extract.
It's all natural,
so at least

kinda better, right?
FREEZE! Here comes
a new thought.

What if I
suddenly ran out
into traffic, got

hit by a car,
and traumatized someone.
Or, consider, if

I went to
a theme park,
and just jumped

out in front
of a roller
coaster, horribly traumatizing

a whole train
of children. A
huge explosion of

blood and brains.
Don't do it,
don't do it,

Don't do it,
don't, don't, don't
It's a thought.

It doesn't control
you. It doesn't.
Let it go.

Kiss kiss kiss.
Kiss, 2, 3.
Kissing my wrist.

#ocd #obsession #obsessions #compulsion #compulsions #anxiety #tick #ticks