Of course you have to acknowledge it, have to actually sit down for however long it may take at any given time to a) settle your mind down entirely, and b) even when those nutty ruminations are as close to a realistic sense of thinking- ie. actually working their way into your psyche when it comes to normal day-to-day decision making, to… not entertain them. Now, that takes a strange and unfairly unimaginable level of trust in your self when, because of the ocd imbalance, you actually are left in a particular sense of limbo because you actually aren’t yet able to utilise the right part of your mind properly. Not quite able to make those normal day-to-day decisions that everyone else is actually supposed to take the time to make. Well, you are in fact appearing to manage to make those decisions perfectly well, just that the pain which fails to cease amidst it all is relentless and restless. That’s it. These notes to oneself, urging yourself and knowing wholeheartedly that if you do continue to entertain the barrage of thoughts then you will undoubtedly be back in the horror-scape of a mind brutalised by ocd. It is so very easy for a non-sufferer to handle the actual ‘obstacles’ the disorder puts in your particular way. And that is… breathtakingly gutting, anguishing. Insane in a very real yet equally… aware sense. But, yeah… that’s it, really. You continue on but you also actually need to figure out a surefire way to know, know, JUST KNOW when it is the ocd pushing its luck and attempting to get back into play. I know so deep goddamn down that it’s ALL OF IT an irrational thing and, ultimately, you would truly hope that you can be forever, in a sense, able to say to yourself and at any given time, “yes, I do have this odd-ass, complex and crippling disorder of the brain and all that I have to do(deep breath)… is to fundamentally… keep my mind calm 🤷♂️ What I’ve had to go through truly does make horror movies of the highest order seem like romantic love stories in comparison. Basically, people who don’t actually have a diagnosis and what-not really shouldn’t be letting themselves worry about anything. The waste of headspace is laughable for me
Poetry Themes
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Recent Poems
- “He’s Been Watching Wildfires Burn Inside Of His Antagonised Eyes”
- ‘Standing Alone With Absolute Silence One Of A Kind’
- “The Weight Of Her Sensational Imagination”
- ‘Iconoclastically Happy’
- ‘Selfishly Self-Antagonised PeOpLe Of Perishing Priority’
- ‘With A H-E-A-V-I-E-R HEAD THAN HELL, Some People Merely DaNcE To Survive!’
- ‘Hmm’
- ‘Coincidences That Consider Themselves Justifiably Methodical Sometimes’
- ‘Til Death Do Us Part: “Is This Our Sharpening Sense Of Sophistication?”
- ‘Artist hours’
- ‘There IS No Game’
- Aims
- Imagining The Unimagined: He Did This To Show Us What Was Waiting(begins ocd Eyes)
- “With Green Shoes And A Musical Mind She Happened To Be A Momentary Masterpiece”
- “Just A Manic Mirror Of Themselves”
- “This Smile Of His Which Matches Her Cry For Credible Credence”
- A Signature of San Francisco: “A Man Built To Breathe Upright & Improper”
- ‘Art’
- ‘Remembering Rembrandt’
- Nash & ‘Company’
- “Utterly Nonplussed About His Sense of Scintillated Brilliance”
- “A Slave to the Rhythm of Interpretation”
- “A Slave to the Rhythm of Interpretation”
- ‘Demons At Dawn’
- ‘Saltzmanschule Schnepfenthal’
- “They’ve Been Caught Rotten And There’s No Way Back”
- “One OF A Kind Always”
- ‘A Blurred Line Between Procrastination And Commonplace Composure’ – under construction midst style-change
- “These Characters Are Having The Time”
- “The Focus Is Perfectly Askew And It’s Been Asking For Their Tumult Of Time”
- “The Zen Is In Her Pen”
- ‘The Smile That Told A Thousand Inner-ward Stories’
- “They Sat With THIS!!?”
- “These Ballet Dancers Carry With Them: A Wildfire In Their Eyes And An Adolescent And Bruised Breath”
- “In The Midst Of Winter-Time, She Found There To Have Been(inside-of-her-mind), An Invincible Summer”
- A Canvas That Cannot Release An Artist’s Sense Of AgItAtEd Ease: “Sending Themselves Mental To Appear Transcendental”
- “i REALLY dON’T minD So mUCH ANYMORE!”
- “Deep Breath Now, Dickheads: Stopping To Boast, They Lose The Most”
- ‘A Lottery Of Layabout People’
- ‘An OverSurge Of Electrically Enhanced EmOtIoNs’
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