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 Feb 2021 basil
Justin S Wampler
It feels *****
to make it about me,
but I have to speak.

Because sometimes
bottles break,
and leak.
 Feb 2021 basil
Slightly Lovely
I let my guard down,
and now I think
I want to kiss you
....


****.
(Would you like me too?)
 Feb 2021 basil
faust
ivy's haiku
 Feb 2021 basil
faust
the ivy wrapped tight
around my fixated arm
it swallows me whole
a haiku
 Jan 2021 basil
Lydeen
The OCD Waltz
 Jan 2021 basil
Lydeen
One
Two
Three

One
Two
Three

One
One
One...

Oh
See
Dee

O
C
D

­One
Two
Three

Count
The
Tiles

Pick
Your
Cuticles

twitch
Twitch
TWITCH

tick
Tick
T­ICK

too
loud
Too

Loud
TOO
LOUD

Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

Intrusive
Th­oughts...
They're

way
too
loud...

They
Control
Me

One
Two
Thre­e

One
Two
Three

Count
With
Me

Cracks
and
Imperfections

Count
­With
Me

O
C
D
I guess consider this a part two to the first poem I ever wrote on here, which was about seven. I've moved on from seven to three since then.
"It's just a thought."
"It's just an image."
But still I make the demanded pilgrimage.
A triple lock.
A double check,
Compulsive look under the bed.
Oh, how strange!
Silly me!
Yet, I go.
I must repeat.
Therapist says I have OCD.
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