Showing posts with label OCD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label OCD. Show all posts

Thursday, January 2, 2014

dancing jester

I have an imposter that resides in my head;
he dances around dressed in purple and red.
For he is as much a jester as a jester can be,
he is someone that's quite opposite of me.
I tell the truth and he will lie;
he makes me frustrated and makes me cry.
This dancing jester can ruin my day,
even if I am happy he gets his way.

Written by K, Copyright 2014


Thursday, December 26, 2013

what's in the air

I reach my hand out
into the air
and watch the blackness
absorb into my skin.
My fingertips turn black,
dying dead,
spreading up my arm
like a spiderweb.
I can soon feel
my heart skip a beat,
or two, or possibly
not beating at all.
My lips feel cold and blue
as if I am at Death's
heavy door.
I gasp for air,
my last breath surely,
as I pump the foaming soap.
I wash my hands
and wash again, and
once more for good measure.
The blackness fades,
my lips turn pink,
and my heart beats true 
once more.

Written by K, Copyright 2013

Thursday, December 19, 2013

lost progress

I can feel it rising
from the recesses of my brain
slowly
creeping
as it invades all parts
of my being, through to the bone.
That aching sensation of the need
to panic
to cry
at what lurks in my surroundings
until I am once again
where I started.

Written by K, Copyright 2013

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

compulsive


Constantly on look
Out of mind in what ifs
Mantras rolling on loops
Persuading unsuccessfully
Underestimating the power of
Listless worries
Straining back tears of panic
Into an unsettled mind that
Ventures along the line of insanity
Enduring the inner conflict

Written by K, Copyright 2013

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

my glass jar

My thoughts fill my mind
every hour of everyday-
some beautiful and golden,
basking in the light,
others from the darkest
corners of the globe,
provoked into existence.
These thoughts fleetingly whisk
from my mind, falling into
a bottomless glass jar
with no lid, always visible
and easily accessible.

by K, Copyright 2013

Friday, April 12, 2013

anxiety

Always lingers
Never fully leaves
X marks the spot
In my mind where it weaves
Engraved upon my markings
To my stomach it cleaves
Yin to my yang, though no peace it brings

by K, Copyright 2013

*Yet another acrostic poem. I am really beginning to view this type of poetry in a new light, and I like it!