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Francie Lynch Aug 2015
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.
Jacky Xiang Aug 2010
My anomalous trip thus far has been dichotomous.
Harbingers motivate my advent: a chorus.
Acceptance of frolic ventures sent: a quest.
My sneakers meet familiar soil at last.

Designed to be a panacea, yet I fall ill.
Sleets of rain impact my soul: a slight chill.
Hazed trance, awashed clean of all acrimony.
A lurid stroll, downhill, parallel, perfunctory.

I, a stoic mercenary, avenging my ties tonight.
Arcane magic flow through my veins, my sight.
Moisture sparkle, glistens through my mental maze.
Resistance, control: I attempt to regain ablaze.

Synaptics fuse, burn, misfire, discombobulate.
Higher functions remain: calculus, formulate.
Veritas! Visual focus be on 2D layer sharp.
Disintegrated data sung with melodious harp.

Laissez-faire slayed by Communist meritocracy.
Mental hierarchy arise from wayward sorcery.
My affection for her nets only melancholia.
The amity cease... yet reborn by spying cornea.

Upon a hill from sea to sea brings forth diplomacy.
Lively lads, enshrouded in black; they be prodigies.
Persons of worth: one stranger joins their ranks.
If my creed offend, beg you pardon pranks.

Silent drizzle softly sings of night and majesty.
Lament under moonlight, behold gray sanctity.
Ne'er shall dreadful turmoil befall our facilities.
Literature conceals such divine secrecy.
Describing my trip to Vancouver visiting old friends.
Jessie May 2013
I gave blood today; I wanted to be a Good Samaritan, help those in need. My blood, after all, is healthy, pure. The thing is though, is that as I watched my life slowly ebb into the pint-sized plastic bag of rescue, I was imagining how lovely it would be for all of it to flow out, into a bag, into the bath, into the universe. To be empty, weightless, cold. As the blood pulsed out of my veins and my arm became weaker, I wished for my eyes to close and for my thoughts to slow down, for the discombobulate realm I call my life to slowly disappear or at least evolve into a breathtaking pasture of wispy freedom. Once my arm was emptied and the possible end was stopped, they told me - drink up, drink up, eat up, eat up - replenish the sugar and tiny hemoglobin cells that I so gracefully supplied. I took hold of the juice, and I took hold of the cookie, but once out of sight, I tossed them to the side. I wanted the feeling of faintness, dizziness, the insecurity of being caught in between two worlds. And as I sit here now with a muted mind and a slight headache, I am slightly pleased.
Robin LaCasa Jan 2014
Words to use more often...
discombobulate
cleave
eminent
enthralled
fetching
effica­cy
superfluous
audacity
scrumptious
embrace

your eminent embrace left me discombobulated, more so
enthralled with my audacity to cleave to your ideology
to your superfluous information again, and again
you left me fetching, begging for more?
the efficacy of your tongue to influence even the slightest
emotion, twitch of affection...infliction
scrumptious aspiration to
shut you up.
to discern your words of capacity from ignorance
your unawareness of my copious, carnal motives
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
YoU
Are the only true love you'll ever know,
don't break your heart hating yourself.
instead mend every crack by acknowledging
the fact that none is worth your
tears but
YoU
Don't burden your soul with tones of regret
what's gone's gone and pining about it doesn't change it
for every moment lived is etched in stone
where from it can never be erased.
Nourish your soul by let go of your past
and focusing on the future for only
tomorrow can be changed by
YoU
Don't discombobulate your mind by second guessing
the decisions you made, if it didn't work out try again
or move to something new. Thinking about what
could have been had you taken a different path
is a cancer that will infest on your mind
and from better destinations keep you blind.
Your losses can not be changed but the opportunities
on your plate can be consumed to success by
YoU
empty your heart, free your soul, clear your mind
close that account and forget the imbalances..
YoU
are the obstacle in your path
and by letting go the
KeY
Tony Scallo Oct 2014
Well, hello!
Nice to meet you,
I welcome you to come see

The Land of the Words,
That's within you and me

Tell me, what is it?
What words do you seek?
Are you trying to vaguely describe all the bleak?

Well, come in!
We’ve got it,
A library of words
To use at the times where yours just never work

We’ve got, you name it
Every word that there is
Obscure, slick and slimy
Eternal and bliss

Or maybe enlightened
Audacity, please?
Do they properly describe your
Brown dungaree jeans?

No worries, don’t fret
Don't think I'm done yet
Sit back and hold on,
Those words, you'll regret

Bungalow, bushy, cabal and unclean
Tremendously, vacant
And blindly obscene

Tattered and broken
Lies and Unspoken
Do they speak to you mind,
Like they are a foretoken?

Cataclysms with dark exorcisms
Punk, goth and metal
And hooliganism?

Tell me, what is it
The library goes on
I’ll talk your ears off
From dusk until dawn

Patiently, potent
Absurdly, outspoken
Is that how you’ll describe,
A bright golden token?

Charismatic, kick, addicts
Your thoughts are a savage
Discombobulate, ravage
The words can be baggage

Keep looking, it’s there,
Every word, and I swear
They exist to make circles
Out of regular squares
Connor Jan 2016
"Lonely is a knife who's handle fits the
mind too well, it's oldest and most hospitable friend" - Don McKay
(Nocturnal Animals)

.......
January light
               off a clowncar passerby
who latches their gloves
               to polka-dotted walls painted
with blood and sometimes
              morning mercury

a lipstick kiss
a cereal box opened for the last time
before it's owner packs their belongings and leaves to the aforementioned morning!
his own (!!!sunshine bride!!!)
isolation who waits for summer's attentions
and beach side              lanterns being gifted       to my uncle
(THE MOON)
and those distant relatives gleam expectantly but live too far
OVER          THE          CONTINENT          OF          GAL­AXIES
TO                BE             PAID                        ANY       MIND


My shoes squeak and mice
bark beneath
muddy
floor-
boards.

February now associated with poison
a phantom evergreen
an unwritten love letter to someone who's starved of intimacy and who currently shakes the cereal box trying to find the prize after everything else has been eaten, everyone else has left.
All of Shiva's thousand barbed toenail clippings packed up in a nicely crafted bag
delivered to her partner's door
(26 miles away)
on a neighboring island

"THANK YOU!
WISH YOU WERE HERE!"

A photograph is only as sentimental as the memory of that who took it
(after which it becomes a subjective experience
a visual poem
a sort of hallucination...? sort of?)
FIREPLACE...
CRICKETS IN A WHEAT FIELD...(OHIO)
THERMOMETERS WHISTLING INTO THE BEDROOM SKULLS
OF SLEEPY CHILDREN...
you know?

.....those years now faint, and times decayed with the leprosy of time itself
.....who's shelf life may be 365 days or more??
depends on how well it was [PACKAGED] to be [HONEST]

As a crater now ABANDONS it's irradiated animals to pocket another fiver
or blow another lost pup who's mouth is burning with rabies
(holding that secret like a wartime lover, just as she holds her secret of me)
The cardboard apartment walls wet with expired milk
checkers on a dusty table facing the TV.
Threads of the lampshade discombobulate people's dreams
***** phase patterns
(BUH-DUH-DUH-DUH ! ! ! !)
one of those classics you'd of heard on the insect portable radio
tuned-in to the Tuesday
after this Tuesday
but too late to go back to last Tuesday
always ALWAYS too late to go back but that's okay
they didn't get to the moon only to find somebody else had already
planted their feet to the ground!
Kitchen cupboards loose with the mayhem of a forgotten fever
grabbing all the canned goods in the night
to leave the place feeling like a watered-down insomnia
the clock tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
quiet except for the tick
a nervous tick
a habitual motion of the arms
no medication can cease
as it's all made up
the imaginary friend called S E I Z U R E

2016 the Chinese new year
(year of the monkey)
hopefully we don't go all ape
and **** up what we hardly have going anyways,
between you and I
THE BEDLAM thrives in
community
as they are
one and
the same.
Emily Jones Apr 2014
Sea
Sometimes when I think
I feel like I can touch the world
Understand the flux of energy
The musing of the smallest flies
And stand in the quiet agelessness
Of forest green
Like some passenger song hopefully forlorn
Swinging the beetle rhyme back  and forth to understand truly what they meant to express

But other days
My idealism and enduring belief
Falters
Like equations in the sky I can no longer read
Symbols popping into existence
Meant only to discombobulate
Towards the doubt
Of my own self
Retching the violent swaying
Of the ground beneath my feet

Sometimes I feel lost
Wandering out to sea
grumpy thumb Mar 2018
big words can constrict me
leaving little room to wiggle free,
they constrain
unequivocally,
there for show and tell, no doubt!
What can I do with discombobulate
that I can't do with confuse and frustrate?
Or maybe I can postulated
it's just a suggestion
can you relate?
When I say big words,
I meant to say long
cos little words like hope and love have more worth and meaning than floccinaucinihilipilification
Or maybe l'm dumb and use to procrastination
putting off what can be cleverly done.
But if I find a word that's lenghty
and hits the spot just right
I will use it ostentatiously,
or so I might.
Just for fun floccinaucinihilipilification- I can't pronounce it, I've never used it until now and I've no plans on using it in the future. A useless word indeed
E Jun 2019
Sitting still inside of a cavernous house
As the dust tickles the nose of a whitened mouse
The windows need cleaning, my bed sheets a washing
’Tis a pity I’m filthy, too.
Vibratos of floor creaks ache their pains
Throughout the haze of the summer rains
And the creased paper that lies precariously on my desk
Trembles like the madman who set it there.

Shadows float like bubbles off the ground
And rumble collectively and make soft sound
Their silhouettes quiver; their souls give and shiver
As they mix and discombobulate the atmosphere.
And now, the sounds appear once more
Could it be that someone is at the door?
I dare not move nor attempt to exist
Inside my impenetrable defense of this.

Now, I feel my volcanoes beginning to erupt
As the foggy silence is suddenly made to disrupt
For a thousand voices and more are born
And create lives of their very own.
Hands that belong to exact-looking men
Demolish the foundation of my once safe den
However, when the dust settles, I look to myself
And realize that it was once again me.
Travis Green Nov 2022
I am so immersed in your elegant
And energetic prepossessingness
Your confident, charming hotness
Blessed aggressive flexyboy
I wanna navigate into the depths
Of your creativity and virility

Become increasingly enchanted
By your kingly and commanding ambiance
Your dynamic radiant greatness
I lapse into your charismatic proactive rarity
Dark, daring, and dashing splash
I wanna feel my delicate, adept hands
Creep over your shredded tattooed chest

Arrest your rigid thrilled crests
With the sizzling tip of my tongue
Render you thunderstruck
Hung up on my sensual and reverential love
Massage your strong hot arms
Your top-quality toned shoulders

Slip into the litness of your slickness
Listen to your velvet fog voice
How I adore your dark, alluring glory
Your logical, philosophical, and unconquerable mind frame
Irreplaceable tenacious sensation
You discombobulate my thoughts and feelings

Your dopeness goes to my head
Your rock-hard rockin body turns me on
When I look deep into your divinely
Mesmerizing and shining eyes
I am so far gone on your erotically
Enthralling astonishingness
Travis Green May 2021
His dreadhead delightfulness
Lingers in my proximity
Magnetizes my mind
Fuels the lambent fires
Burning merrily in my empire
Anxious to feel his limitless power
Expropriating my radiant being
Discombobulate my thoughts
*** my serenity with his fierce energy
Let me wander in his carnal caves
Of unleashing sensations
My hunger amplifying
Wanting him to grasp my waist
Lick my vast back
Down to my plump ***
Get crunk with me
Vandalize my veins
Festoon my flesh
With his liquorish breath
Tenderly thrill me
With equable ease
Leave me stretched out
Upon his king-size bed

— The End —