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dog (sh warning)
in a very unhappy relationship rn and i don't know what to do
POV you see your r*pist and they’re doing successfully and everyone you know thinks they’re a good person
Stress reliever
And maybe I can make it right
Like a medic in a dogfight
The Claustrophobic Self, Charcoal & Chalk, Isaac P
First time writing poems.
Hi, I’m just here to share 2 poems that I wrote. I have no experience in writing poems but I hope people appreciate this. I wrote them when I was on a low.
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Souls unveiling,
warm blanket of the day-star
encased our fleshy-prison.
Further sailing, drifting,
out on the whale-path.
The feeling of earth’s breath
tickling my fingers.
The beat of drums building,
thunders and echoes.
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Dark eyes, starry-eyed.
my phone, a source of light.
If eyes are windows to the soul,
Souls are like stars.
Pure, gleaming with light.
Phone so bright yet a void.
A void deep and dark,
A black hole eating stars.
Vent art about the religious psychosis I went into when I was 15
a series of glitch art images to tell a story (apologies if text is hard to read, caption will say what each image says)
go ahead.
keep coming back.
as many times as you need.
until you learn the truth.
you don't get a happy ending.
Anathema - Isaac P
Reposted after some final touch ups and a better picture and crop
37 hours of sleep, 219000 hours of pain. Chalk drawing for express how I feel suffering from "Just right" OCD
I have a very strange manifestation of OCD in terms of one of my coping rituals. It has led to homelessness, ruined relationships, failed friendships, and isolation. As I’ve started to understand myself and grown closer to those who love me, I’ve been able to show myself more compassion.
I drew this because recently I’ve been going through a bit of a bad patch. Ultimately, due to my OCD, even though I genuinely have everything I could ever want right now — which may not seem like much to others, but means everything to me — I still cannot be at rest. Every hour and activity in my life is dictated by the laws my OCD enforces, its stupid rules. I think I experienced psychosis as when I was drawing this I had been up for 37 hours straight, my fight or flight response was not stop. One image represents OCDs grip on me and the other represents the journey I feel I face, linear and crowded yet lonely, paranoid of who to trust and who to let really know the true me.
The feeling of having no choice in what I actually do for myself is so tiring. I also suffer from depersonalization, but I believe that onset is due to the lack of control I used to feel I had in my life because of my OCD.