'Obsessive Compulsive'

'Obsessive Compulsive'

A Poem by Hello, Goodbye
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...a perfect paranoia..

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I cant stop to cry. For the tears flee in my endless thinking. It is, a perfect paranoia. Nothing is more important, because the obsession is seductively addictive. When the compulsion takes over my being, my feelings create an implosion. All my insides are spilled into the these streets of loneliness. An endless suffocation of meaningless things. I cannot help but think of you, you kill me without a fault. It is me, creating the perfect allergy, to the constant love that you feed. The color is red.. Revenge. Anger. Rage. Jealousy. I love what I hate. Even more I hate to love. I am the offspring of lonely souls. They are good, because I am not dead. They did feed.. my mouth. But no knowledge was imparted in my mind. So I am an offspring of animals.. those who shelter, and protect.. but cannot instruct a single gem of intellectuality. I crave more than anything to grow. Not into a being of betterness. But differentness, is what my heart is thirsty for. When I was born, the spark of life was imparted in me. As I grew older, I have chopped myself to a single serving. One purpose.. an indulgent selfishness. Now I am but a self serving entity. I love that person that loves me. But I show it, in a funny way. Or so she would say. And truth that is. Poor me, but there is more poverty in she. I am but a scumbag. A falsification of a true man. Nothing is farther from the different. I have more than I acknowledge. And she is more than I can see. Poor me? Poor She! I hate her beauty and love her ugliness. She deserves more.. but knows that I show less. And not recognizing that is my greatest failure. I need an identity tailor. May my words escape me, and return altered by life in form of experience. Love is Life and I yearn now to Live. So that I can find the pure purpose of why people die every day. If I die, may that day be a celebration. Of something that has yet to occur. So the set up is in the agenda.. the planning is now.. So I must depart.. to alter my malfunctioning heart



© 2010 Hello, Goodbye


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hey did feed.. my mouth. But no knowledge was imparted in my mind. So I am an offspring of animals.." got to love that line...

whoa...!! Good descriptive line...

and then the next line ..."I love her beauty and hate her ugliness" could be related with most people...good stuff...honest, provocative and trur from heart...impressive mate...keep writing...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. i think instinctively we are all attracted to the bleak ... but then we have to break out of it ... with a lot of grit, courage and resilience ... you're an extremely gifted writer and express intense thoughts effortlessly ... one cannot help but think and reflect after reading your words and that's the quality of a powerful writer ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Good. 'Love is life and I yearn now to live' that's the line that caught my eye.
And yes, it does make me think a lot.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hey did feed.. my mouth. But no knowledge was imparted in my mind. So I am an offspring of animals.." got to love that line...

whoa...!! Good descriptive line...

and then the next line ..."I love her beauty and hate her ugliness" could be related with most people...good stuff...honest, provocative and trur from heart...impressive mate...keep writing...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A most thought provoking write. i enjoyed the internal rhyming
To recognise ones faults is the first step to self improvement

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on September 12, 2010
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Tags: death, despondency, depression, anxiety, compulsive

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