"disassociate" poems
Warning: Use dis list in context.
You decide on which side you fall.
disappear
disregard
disaster
displace
disqualify
disrepair
disturb
dissipate
disability
dispose
dismal
distribute
distrust
disturb
discriminate
discuss
disdain
disguise
dishearten
disinherit
disown
disparage
disagree
disgruntle
disclose
discolour
dispute
disarm
discover
disassemble
disadvantage
disallow
dispossess
discontent
discontinue
disrespect
disincline
discomfort
disrepute
dishonest
disillusion
dishonor
dismiss
disobey
disjoin
disappoint
discipline
discord
discern
discrete
disfigure
disconnect
disapprove
discharge
disbar
disease
discord
disfavor
disengage
disassociate
discipline
discount
disembody
displace
dissaray
disembowel
discombobulate
discredit
discourse
disentangle
disenfranchise
disembark
discard
disburse
disbelief
discover
disable
disagree
disintegrate
dismay
dispense
dislodge
disclaimer
disapprove
dissatisfy
disrupt
dispel
dislike
dismantle
disloyal
disbatch
disrobe
disperse
display
disaprove
disciple
disavow
disconcert
disinfect
disorder
dismal
dismember
displease
dissemble
disunity
dislocate
distort
distrust
distress
dissolute
disassociate
distill
discect (?)
distemper
distain
distasteful
distraught
dissolve
dissonant
dissuade
And dis isn't de end.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
With hands around my neck
I smiled as he pulled up my dress
year after year
the taste of fear
became a flavor of pain I knew best
Laid me down
turned me around
held my breath as he left whispers down my back
but I'd already drifted away
behind closed eyes
my mind kept trying
to disassociate
Snapped back to reality with a slap on the ***
I giggled as he
did these things
because something about it filled in the cracks
The lace he'd given me
hid a stretch of scars
distracted from my arms
and I knew he'd say
"You look good in black"
wearing lingerie
that he could unsnap
just like he asked
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
It's the blend of black and white
The collapsing of good and evil
Like parallel universes becoming one
Like the pull of an angel to the dark side
Or of a devil redeemed
Or like two children at play
rolling down opposite sided hills
Until they meet in the middle of a valley
But gray is not just two colors combined
It is a feeling too
Like an uninvited dark cloud
Looming over head
Crowding you in an empty room
Gray can even be a sensation
A feeling of breathlessness
Despite knowing that your lungs work perfectly
It is the color of numbness
Of no personality and "I don't care"
Its the color of not having an appetite
And a lack of social interaction
Gray is the black and white feeling of a panic attack
When the lights start to blend together
But that slowly turn black as you start to disassociate from the world around you
And you only hear your ears ringing and your heart beat
Heart beat...
The one thing that makes us real
The one thing that we all have in common.
BUT we have more than just hearts
We have minds
Minds that make the human race diverse
Gray is the color of diversity
It represents the complete blend of black and white
To think of the world in black and white would be a crime
Not because there is never a right or a wrong
But because when you see the world in gray,
You witness a world of beauty, pain, error
Emotions that don't exist in clean margins
I love the world that I see in gray.
Can you see it too?
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
I am an African,
Just like you are,
Here I am in Africa,
From Africa,
I may speak,
Not your African language,
But a cataclysmic African,
Who speaks my African language,
I am.
An inferior African,
You may as you do,
Regard me,
But still,
African I am,
African I cry,
African I laugh,
African I sing,
African I live.
You have made me feel ashamed,
To be in this part of Africa,
But never,
Will you make me feel ashamed,
To be African,
Whatever derogatory labels,
You may stick on me,
No matter how unAfrican,
Kwerekwere, Grigamba or whatever,
But still,
I will be an African,
Even a much better one.
African,
Like my father,
His fore fathers,
And their forefathers,
African,
Just like I was yesterday,
African,
Just like I am now,
African,
That is what I will always be,
And African,
Forever.
According to the author, we are all foreigners in any country on this earth, more like tenants. No one has any claim to any portion of this earth for it belongs to God. The barbaric, self-centered and intolerant demeanor we have recently witnessed in South Africa tells the story of mindless teaks on a dog that are claiming to own the dog and solidifies the myth that Africa is a dark continent and Africans are still stuck in the animal kingdom. How do we dispute what is becoming more of a fact that “you can take Africans from the bush but you can never take the bush out of Africans”. Fellow South Africans (the perpetrators), you have proved to be more disgusting than ***** and the most befitting place for you is the sewage dump that is far away from Africa. If there was another Africa that is not this Africa, I would have done the obvious and most logical thing – to completely disassociate my dignified African self from the brainless, destructive, inhuman thugs that you are. Today, I am an African who is dead ashamed to be African!
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
although the years have now come and gone,
one thing i have never ceased to stumble apon,
was the extent to your personality; a touch of savage with
a heavenly grace,
while most boys would stop at the simple beauty of your face.
i may have choose wrong to attempt to stay away,
but ive always admired you beyond great dismay,
although my last hope of love with you may have far past expired,
with these drugs my broken heart and soul may be rewired,
but as long you may remain happy,
i must avoid all chance of getting sappy,
and every day that my mind may pass my own self regret,
for the lack of my actions in being a clueless boy; my mind shall
be forced to accept the unspeakable debt,
time after time it appeared to be only you reaching out your hand,
to your power i could not make words i found it hard too so much as stand,
and perhaps one day, i will once again, find the willpower to live,
thats so far lost; i may as well be a inmate ;in for life and bleeding out stuck with a shiv,
but then and only then my fire may reignite
finally past this existence, maybe even a delight
but until then ill keep up my smile,
cause i know apon a moments gaze; we both know its been awhile,
but can you really blame me; for years straight
after i only wanted our unhealthy love to wait
you treated me like i was nothing not even real, every time i tried ; or at least thats how you made it feel,
up until you decided to date my best friend now your both over there...
until i regain my emotional strength i may disassociate n pretend to not so much as care.
and i refuse to even acknowledge your attempt to openly declare,
about my lack of presence unaware,
that my dreams of you have just been those mistaken but of nightmares,
from the image of forever chasing you down the halls,
as all im left with is a false fading sense of hope ;awhile i move on to success and building up my protective walls,
even though i knew my chase would never come to a fair end,
but given all my assets; im still mainly heartbroken that once apon a time i lost such an amazing best freind....
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
This.
Stimuli.
It depletes me.
Turn, turn around.
And complete me.
I, lost all control.
And this sense of lament is visceral.
I bleed, from the outside.
Numb death, turning, becoming inside.
I.
Just need one thing.
A child’s toy, nostalgic and stuffed.
A somnambulant hymn.
To remove me.
Disassociate, please.
Your hand is soft.
Placed places that comfort.
I miss your scent, that congeals.
I wish I didn’t have to feel nothing.
Emptiness is so guttural and potent.
I can’t help but see.
Everything slip by.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 1:54 PM UTC
Through the tender leaves
You make way for the giant
The tiny silver drops pouring from heaven
I catch a glimpse of your pious sight
Your splatter echoing in my heart
Hard to believe you created this magic
Silky and shiny like worth ecstatic
Though you blur my vision somewhat
I sigh a breath of peacefulness
Upon seeing you disassociate from the sky
When your crystalline water falls on my way
Your marvellous sound takes my breath away
Slowly you scatter and shimmer your presence
The world,itself being born at this time
For the rest your sight must be flying
But regarding me its simply immortal.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Zara, love of life,
Spake in curtled call
Allfather, lover of light,
To bestow those "ants of the earth"
And arch-bound as the sinew of bowstrings
Howling as the volley hertz roped
Along the celestial violin
Pluck souls from their bodies
In symphonic prediction
Ascende! On the wings of love's Valkyrie-- in her shining eyes will you greet the stars of the Otherworld!
___________________________
Cleaning hide chunks from Buffalo tusks
There is a stranger, who knocks upon my door
The fire is wide and welcoming,
Borea chides the earthenwork
Outside, the stranger calls
distant through the door.
____________________________________
A last heartsong,
The cup overflown with honey
A facsimile of symmetry
And not distinctly human
There was something to love in that,
Just the simple inclusion
Of all the other animus
Being formed in their conclusions
And following the arrowpoint
Floating by the bolt
What losses there to seek
Beyond a veiled humanity
We strike the fire one last time,
She to travel the mountain passes
Ashen eyes, holding viscous memories solidified
I to gather my quills
My thoughts and brush quickly the embers of love.
Into flame, carried deep into the hearts of the world and explored in violent disassociate
Particles red and hot
Then would Zara Spake again,
"with his eyes on the earth, will he never see but the stars."
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
know one know but me
It's a secret
I never wanted to tell
Just wanted to be,
years later I than seek therapy
opening up to someone
was not my specialty
It's a secret
I was so good at hiding the pain
it's a wonder I'm even sane
They sat and listen as I talked
The broken girl that wasn't my fault
I was the girl of happiness and laughter
but under it all I was scared with pain
never again could I remain the same
Some times you just escape to some where else
Not really leaving your body but mind
In a soft spoken voice Disassociate is the word
my mind was like a file going back an forward
split personality
Now is time to get well and face reality
How could this all be
What is happening to me
Do I want to stay and tell them my life,
or want to turn and run and not be a wife.
I have a man that love's me
He wants me happy and set free
Free from the chains that hold me down
free from the pain that has captured the sounds.
Yes I said as I was sitting on the couch
I do want to get well
so the story and tears fell
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
I wish for the future to come
Just like anyone else
I take to the skies
As if I could fly
Oh world oh world
Hello world!
Please be gentle with me
I’m the precious little flower
So delicate, so frail
I need all the attention of the world
In order to not disassociate
I keep grasping to my innocence
As if my life depends on it
So what is it?
to live in complete ignorance
Or to realize we’ll never be perfect
But it’s all okay
Just be you
Because at the end of the day
Nobody really has this figured out
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 4:17 AM UTC
I am cog in the wheel
do not dismount me
I am cog in the wheel
of a not dreary chariot,
A marginal chariot chasing the
uppings of me.
I am a cog in the wheel
never detach me
I am cog in the wheel
of an ecstatic chariot,
A fancy chariot with horses
smiling at me.
I am cog in the wheel
dare not disentangle me
I am a cog in the wheel
of a suprising chariot,
A royal chariot hopping
to peculiarities of me.
I am cog in the wheel
suppose not disaffiliate me
I am cog in the wheel
of a heavenly chariot,
A pearly chariot scampering
towards hallucinations of me.
I am cog in the wheel
absurd not disassemble me
I am a cog in the wheel
of a spacious chariot,
A majestic chariot skipping
beyond incubus of me.
I am a cog in the wheel
please do not disassociate me
I am a cog in the wheel
of a cordial chariot,
A regal chariot escorting
development strands.
I am a cog in the wheel...
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
Disassociate
Sedate
Create it
faded
light shines through
a halo in the dark
empty
transcendent
ascending
blended
through shards
of consciousness
Aware of this
cycling
feeding
creating
becoming
one as all
and all as none
it is done
the cycle
repeats
seeding
the possibility
waves of probability
events shall come to pass
from first and unto last
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
Down the drain into the world
Let the traumas begin
In my shadow
In my fears
I am sin
Integrate me
Or disassociate me
Sanity’s at stake
Read some Freud or Carl Jung
When you wake and bake
🙏
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 6:51 AM UTC
Repeat.
Rinse your hair
Is this (your) hair
My eyes big
my vision small
Breathing lumpy
Like my mother's mashed potatoes
Dreaming
Too bad you're not asleep.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
To me whiteness is a mental illness
whiteness is the worst habit
a habit forming process
construction
worse than cigarettes
nevermind being 18 yet
they force it on new born babies
Whiteness kills more people
its worse for the lungs
worse for the human spirit
whiteness taught humanity conflict
and it still does
it taught how to make crack from *******
it gave it to families
that it had already attempted to destroy
taught us how to infect blankets with small pox
and then have an Ivy league college named after you
whiteness taught us how to be inhuman
made groups to destroy humanity
whiteness taught us how to
and it is encouraging me
to destroy humanity and blame it on the other
to destroy humanity then blame it on the destruction it attempted to leave behind
whiteness taught us
and encourages me
to disassociate from humanity
it taught us to never
and I mean never
stray from humans that have evolved
not ever again
whiteness taught us the need to worship evolutionary people
by negation it reminds us to be human
whiteness is the silence of genocide
I will no longer construct whiteness
I promised myself
I am a decomposer
consider whiteness socially deconstructed
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
I disassociate to my "friends" lives scrolling by,
I don't need any spliff or fungus to reach
Peak apathetic non self congruence.
Watching years pass by in seconds
Is all the psychedelic room temperature
Mental priming for my primate mental
That I could ever hope for
Before being snapped back out
By the cubed carrot reward of
Internet interaction
Which keeps me salivating and searching
For ways to increase the amount of time
I don't have to associate with that guy inhabiting my body
For a while I can see my problems as goners
Being slowly erased from my mind like a magnet over a hard drive
Until a kindly panic attack reminds my of
My lack of lack of control
And the selfless self centered guilt keeps me
Wishing I were working instead of living
Who could be so audacious
As to propose a life out side
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
I've got a head full of heartaches
and just about
half a mind to disassociate.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
dear you,
im hurting so much. i don’t know what to do. you gave me an idea of what it could be to fall for someone again and when i finally figured that i should give back, you started drifting away. it started with you being busy and then you just slowly don’t text as much as you did before.
i’m sorry if i lashed out, for being honest. for telling you that im hurt. because you told me you could put up with it. you told me it’s okay. you told me that u like me. but i guess you’re now starting to regret ever saying those words because i don’t even hear u say it anymore. you’re not assuring me that you’ll be here. that you’ll stay.
my friend told me that i should go all out. that i should start loving and making an effort to fall for u even if it hurts. im doing that now. i learned that i should just give out love because once i get tired, it’s gone. but i don’t think mine will just be gone.
im giving out 80% now that you’re giving 20%. it hurts so much. i never thought actually telling u that i like u ever helped. it’s as if, you’re done playing with me. was this all a joke? u got the *** since we were both ***** but is that it?
i know ur going through a lot of problems now and i dont want to be part of it. but the more i try to disassociate myself as part of your problems, slowly im becoming one.
u know what hurts? when u told me na ur disappointed in urself because you cant keep up with my efforts. the fact that u know it and cant follow through hurts so much. but i will stay. ive never given myself fully to a person so if u suddenly tell me na u dont like me anymore, then i wont have any regrets, let this be my way of testing my own limits. on how long i can stay till i finally realize this is worth it.
retrograde is ending in three days. im afraid that when it ends, our relationship will too. and u know what scares me? if we do end, in three days, ull go on with ur life the way it should be and mine will never be the same again.
as if from the very beginning i was only an option. a game u won but for u has no bearing.
but in the bright side, retrograde is ending in three days. im excited that when it ends, our relationship will start fresh again. and if we do start again in three days, we’ll go on with our lives the way it should be and both will never be the same again.
telling me from the very beginning i wasn’t an option. i am your choice. we stopped playing the game.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
Look, lady. I'll give you credit for one thing, and one thing only. You raiesd a helluva good man. Other than that, what the hell have you done lately? You haven't worked a job in over four years. You've lived with us for nearly two, and yet, when I ask you to do something around the house I get the equivalent of **** you."
I always clean up after your ***** *** load the dishwasher and clean up after the cats. I vacuumed your bedroom when you were gone for months, and when I ask you to do one thing, you reply "why do you always ask me to do things? You're not my mother. Why don't you go vacuum my bedroom?" If I weren't marrying your son, good god...
It really is no surprise to me you've gone through five husbands in 62 years. Given, two of them were abusive, but you've said yourself you gave up a few good ones because they didn't "meet your standards." So, I suppose since no more 20-year-old mexicans want to marry your trifling *** for citizenship, you're just going to *** it out with us.
The irony is, I DID vacuum your bedroom regularly back when you stayed at your daughter's for months on end. **** if that'll ever happen again.
I'd give you credit for more if you deserved it, but you're snide and rude although you put on a good rouse, and for that you get credit for one thing, and one thing only. The man who is 1/2 of the children who still give a **** about you. I know the other two kids are pieces of **** and you have good reason for not speaking with them, but let's face it. You'd have found a reason to disassociate with them regardless.
So, continue not showing me any affection, no touches, hugs or any form of love a future in-law should give. You're a miserable piece of **** and my relationship with your son is the only reason I put up with it.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Why am i so far
away
constantly?
I cannot
always breathe
or always think
or always feel
and I am not
one to disassociate
when there's still something worth
associating with.
but I ask why,
why am I like this?
why do I hide
curl into a ball
sob incoherently.
when I know perfectly well
why.
you curl into a ball to protect your face
to hide your vulnerable parts
loud noises make me flinch
loud voices make it worse.
conflict sends me spiraling
I can see my carefully
constructed
sanity
slipping away.
I'm a fraud.
I construct fallacies.
falsehoods about being sane
and good
and kind.
about having a moral compass
that always points north of wrong.
I am cruel within my judgments
I am jealous and snarky.
I am quick to jump
to conclusions
and assumptions.
I cry too easy,
I anger too quickly.
I am an unstable inferno,
either constantly burning at a calm lull
or blazing and consuming
all in my path.
I am a storm siren,
and within the rain and winds
that bring the fall of man,
watch the chaos
descend.
and if only/
if only/
the woodpecker sang
the bark on this tree
was just a little bit softer
if only/ if only
sang the wolf from below.
I would like
the rain
to stop.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
Thus, humanity comes to an end
not with a whimper or a bang
but with heads held down
by the gravity of digital devices.
Strangers dissolve.
Flashing screens absolve us
of the need to meet.
The outside shades
of orange, purple,
white, and gray
fade away.
Humans disassociate.
Conversation evaporates
to be replaced by a stenography
texting quality
paired with a variety of emojis.
Years of evolution
Are discarded within the span
of a few generations.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
I don't get along
with my own rage
mostly I disassociate
rather then engage
Still my rage is in here
looking for a breach
of all my multi intelligence
rage is the hardest to teach!
Let me take a moment
to navigate this maze
there's so much more to living
than some festering heated rage
No one need reminding
rage can be quite blinding
but I am not a complete slave
I will keep my rage
caged!
(and off your page)
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 8:30 AM UTC
voice is breath dressed in sound
with rusted waves of heaviness
denser than a fiction
an indefinite amount of suspense
my fingers bled and i am led back to you
home is in my head
i always knew that you were truthful
you are numinous, that is duly noted
i was promoted for fortitude and temperance
i am deliverance sending tolerance back to you
droopy eyes remind the skies of fire
give me sunlight and i’ll show you desire
for love is a burning flame
and dreams are escapades
i see the name written in your flesh
bless this existence with governing harmony
those drill sergeants aren’t bothering you
so part the waters from east to west
lest we fester forever in the morning’s seances
you dance like blossoms upon hundreds of leaves
red eyes cast fingerprints upon these trees
i see you dancing amongst the flowers
i hear you chanting every single hour
invoking plumbs and apricots
the shiny parts that we disassociate
we hesitate to ready our shadows
then we go and wear them to bed
but first we must brush our teeth
while deep asleep i feel your feet rubbing mine
and lions in the dawn dream our longing into song
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
My poetry is open and bare on the examination table
While my brain falls into place in the exsanguination cradle
Pieces fit together like a monster from the old world fables
Set up to disassociate the Cains from the Ables
We're all meant to die
There's no harm in asking why
Self harm, drugs left in the arms, premeditation, self incrimination
It won't matter when we're stitched up in a Y
Theres hidden meanings in every line
A chance to put aside all the woes and keep feelings burning inside
When things are on the decline
I can write down facts and theories
Like self investigation as to why I'm feeling weary
No Overbearing intoxication here just a rough cut heart of ice melting due to overheating and slipping liquidation
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
all these years of living outside the city
have turned my heart
rural –
outside of me – the only things
that i can acknowledge
exist separate from who i am and what i feel –
cicadas rub their arteries together, too small not to touch
intimate parts
when laying so close.
they found me
in the midst of my drowning life
and i listen,
they reenact my *** it's okay, please don't disassociate
because of me
if it keeps you from feeling empty, get full –
swallow the details
even if
it means i'll forget them – i am
far away
from everyone. isolated, weeds like a noose, i ruin
myself first
because i remember far too much. i
am alone too much
i have nowhere but myself to put the hurtful things.
now afraid –
my heartbeat is the rhythm of
bugs
running from the sole of a pretty shoe. i am
wanting to scream i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick
but only the trees
will hear me – hold me. i'm sick
and for once
i can't ***** it out. can't bleed it out.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC