#dissipate
you are the circle
cast around the minutes and hours
when there is music
the moments
in which all things
align with truth
both the enormous
and infinitely small
remnants of time
overshadowing me
when I accumulate
before I return
to the wind
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
In split second view I'm gone
I spew blackened mess of truth
And they had me towel
The limit of love's interaction
By it is their floor I stain
And perhaps they're right
Perhaps my hiding the other half
Was me hiding a whole
Because I don't think I've seen the person that died for a long time
And In their eyes and mine I'm
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-Dissipated
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
My work day woke to Monk,
the click of typing keys,
clock watched, Spotify playing,
random thoughts rose like bees
to freeze in these jagged lines,
then swarm in threatening flight.
Hours of data entry later,
on a stool, in a bar, a clock's
hands tock, I flick a wrist,
and slur my words concluding
an anguished monologue,
“They call it work, you know.”
Awash at home, in the strobe of
pixelated panel light,
visions surge and dissipate
with the pulse of the night. Osip,
were you tempered to embrace
attention’s fugitive caress?
You etched memory’s texture
with candle soot for ink,
and the gulag’s blackened gaze -
I type lines by hunt and peck
humming Monk’s WELL YOU NEEDN’T,
hoping for an adequate phrase.
Copyright © 2004 Gary Brocks
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
On days like these it seems like writing keeps the punishing thoughts away
All of the dark and depressing fears are kept at bay
So long as though my fingertips they go on display
Yes, I am terrified of death
Because I know it is inevitable
There is no life after death
When I think about it I feel a sharp pang of nothing
There is no envisionment of an afterlife
Of a paradise
Because there is none, not for me
Even if I believe in reincarnation
It doesn't stop the fear
Because all of my memories in this life
Will disappear
And if I stop writing now
These thoughts will invade and my conscience will cave
My passions are overwhelmed by my fears
Luckily they are just scattered days on my calendar
If I can make it through this one
I will make it through the next
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
the two of them
attached at the hip;
inseparable.
how strange to be
such opposites,
yet forced to live in the
same prison.
one was an insomniac, while the other slept 16 hours a day.
one was confident and able, nothing could bring her down.
the other faulted inside herself, with arms stretched above her, begging for a way up.
one was flowing thoughts and new ideas, with an unconscionable amount of energy.
the other thought obsessively, always in the negative, lacking the ability to even speak most days.
one was a stomach full of butterflies, terrified at the thought of dying.
the other spent her days, chest aching and empty, begging for each one to be her last.
so tell me, how do astronomical
glow
and insufferable
darkness
coincide accordantly?
they simply don’t
with each constantly afflicting the other,
the small prison in which they inhabit
is collapsing
falling into itself
soon to dissipate
until nevermore
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
don't worry for me
i will be fine, as always
problems dissipate
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
I have no filter
raw naked bare authentic exposed heart emotions
constantly pouring into the open
humans are desperate for fidelity
and I know nothing but that
let's play a game
I'll hold up your pride
keep the walls
and stand alone to watch
you do your dance
and dissipate
from mainstream
even more than you already have
I know what I want
let's play a game
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Let me dissipate
if I can't have you
If i can't hold you
When my world crumbles
Just watch me disintegrate
Just let me go
Watch me disappear
To knew, from know
I'm fine in the fire
The flames burn slow
Spread my ashes
Watch me go
My dissipation
An act of exasperation
Tugging on my heart strings
You meant everything
But I'm fine in the fire
the flames burn slow
spread my ashes
And watch me go
Some things better left unsaid
Softly spoken only by the dead
I'll take these words to my grave
You never cared anyway
I'm fine in the fire
The flames burn slow
So spread my ashes
Let me go
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC