"dislocate" 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
1737
Rearrange a “Wife’s” affection!
When they dislocate my Brain!
Amputate my freckled *****
Make me bearded like a man!
Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness—
Blush, my unacknowledged clay—
Seven years of troth have taught thee
More than Wifehood every may!
Love that never leaped its socket—
Trust entrenched in narrow pain—
Constancy thro’ fire—awarded—
Anguish—bare of anodyne!
Burden—borne so far triumphant—
None suspect me of the crown,
For I wear the “Thorns” till Sunset—
Then—my Diadem put on.
Big my Secret but it’s bandaged—
It will never get away
Till the Day its Weary Keeper
Leads it through the Grave to thee.
8.2k
Foster, what family? Lower class, dream of vacation
******** what trickles down, affecting a life situation
White to Blue Collar; a rebuild or invasion?
Millions inside the boxes of convention
Justified superficial, backhanded salutations
Refute Love, proposed as mankind’s invention
Pulled by a string of instant gratification
Finding freedom’s temporary
If ever, long term locations
Constricted, system of classifications
The socially admissible connections,
Not to mention gangs of corrections
Flowing through the previous, my own generation
For the infinite hours
One after the other
Trade integrity for the illusion of power
Not all those with a gun should be considered a coward
Face the souls sold on Wall Street,
Remember those from Twin Towers
Ground zero, abandoned. Now bare, desolate
The idea of terrorism denied, while some wrestle it
Rationales dislocate, post hairline fracture
Frontal lobe imposter, posing in rapture
As if talent, love, or hate could ever be captured
Held at gun point, then forgotten years after
My children will one day look to me for the answer
What’s society, this twisted maze we live in?
I will gaze in their eyes with the same exact question
And don’t ever allow me again not to mention
Real criminals can’t learn from minute or life-long detentions
Some incapable of that level of retention
As our battered soldiers forever sleep at attention
Politically correct, tongues in consistent hesitation
Kiss police *** only to go to the station
Before the thought of who signed the citation
Treated as if it were a felony violation
Our basic rights according to our nation
Arizona & Co for minority elimination
Die fighting the statute of poverty’s limitations
vi.i.xi
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 6:22 AM UTC
i am
--am i?--
yeah, i think i am
drunk drunk drunk
and signing myself up for
selective service so i
will be able to access my financial
aid and not have to cough up
almost $2,000 for one term
that me and my bank account
just really do not have, ya know?
and that little dropdown menu
well it doesn’t offer the option of:
“i am being forced to sign up for this
so i can afford college”
because i guess that sounds less
appealing than my being recruited
during lunch while i watched my fellow
(cis) male students dislocate their shoulders
doing pull ups so the older boys in uniform
would be proud of them and
maybe even give them a
nice little lanyard
because after over $100 to get
the right name and gender marker
on my id and $60 to get a new
birth certificate
i’m male enough for the government
to want to make into cannon fodder
but i’m still not male enough to
use the men’s room without the
threat of being verbally harassed
or physically assaulted
and that just makes me so angry
because here’s “bone-spurs donnie”
a known draft dodger of
at least 5 times who had the money
to pay off any doctor he wanted
trying his hardest to ban trans
people from enlisting
to fight in a war backed by a country
that wants them dead
yet that little M on my id
that i paid so much for
makes me eligible to be blown
to bits or come back to
a country that doesn’t want me anymore
with my brains scrambled from
shell shock and ptsd
because this country is willing
to pretty much force-feed young men
into the bottomless belly of the
war machine
always stoking the fires of the
military industrial complex with
money and unscarred flesh
and so much lies
and so much fear mongering
and i am just so tired
of having to fill in that
little bubble with my ballpoint
pen and a click of the mouse
pledging what could easily be the
rest of my life to being
riddled with bullets
miles away from home
just so i can grab that
financial aid
that perpetual carrot being dangled
in front of my oh so
transgender and queer nose
so i can afford an education
and not become another statistic
another person that the
united states of amerikkka
has failed
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
words come to me from the roots of a resonant hazard
I wonder if we fool ourselves that the future is open
Heisenberg paradox in our eyes, starseeds in yours
billions of years of solitude haunt me
we carry supernova physics in our bodies only they
know what we are attempting, we are crazy
enough to dislocate the inception of language
we should carrefully ponder the meaning of the words
with which we slowly killed our bonds
we should consider the poiesis of living
words have no meaning, only texture
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
Dislocate me from existence
Put me with the stars
Far enough away to see the distance
Into darkness without reprieve
Under burned down trees
and their shadows
I do not need your voice to convince me of things
like worth
or the color of my blood
These things I am sure of
My heart writes me letters about these things
Forget about what we said we were
Remember I was alone in your company
Your words filled with hot air
Boiling your words
Evaporating anything permanent
Liberate our nerves from any feeling we might of shared
Untie my limbs
Stretching out the presence
Drenching my skin with freedom
Calming the gooseflesh upon my bones
The well in our chests hides secrets
Ones that your words never pulled
The well filled with tainted water
So I added whiskey
And liberated your grasp
I will forever forgive you
Blending business with pleasure
Drowning yourself in an empty well
Dragging feet into the desert
of our yesterdays choices
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Down
the streets that whisper names,
through lace curtains
people play their parlour games
twitching
sneaking looks from behind Gothic scripted leather bound books and overstuffed chairs
where ***** is taken and sherry drunk
and tea biscuits dunked in warm Earl Grey
and another day begins in mill house town.
Locomotives sweating steel feel their way
across the bridge
to Morecambe bay
where there's a different class of folk
used to smoke and steaming coal
to steam the fish within the bowl.
And the bowl is either empty or it is not
never in between,
Like the life we live a lot is never seen
but talked in murmurs on street corners
by former miners
agitators
free creative thinking men who know to use the pen and not the sword but they're starving all the same
all in the name
democracy.
We see it differently
a heresy that's being perpetrated to dislocate and disengage and put poor people in a cage.
In the zoo you'll come to see
democracy through iron bars
Tsars that's what these suited tyrants are
well suited to the task in hand
to strip the land of all its wealth
and let's not forget the National health which is good enough for me and you
they'll feed us anything here in the zoo.
Bupa now that is super for the supermen and ladies too who come to visit on Saturdays at the zoo.
I don't know what to do
should I laugh or cry or demonstrate
or have I left it all too late?
What a God **** awful state we're in
It's one for all or ****** all and then we'll fall
into the straw
strewn ******** across the floor in cage 3b
I see but can't decide
have I died and gone to hell?
well
only time will tell.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
my feet dangle by the edge of the rooftop
and i am terrified that i have every ounce of courage slowly building up inside of me
my soles still sting from the glass shards that sliced my knuckles open
and it was odd how my mind exclusively focused on my feet and not the hands that engaged into combat with my reflection
my hair is in the way, quickly growing into the nuisance it will always be
it tastes of cheap shampoo, cigarettes, fumes and yesterday's drug abuse
but let me tell you this, i do not do drugs
but the cuts on my fingers, and the dirt under my nails, will tell you that i do
it was just a misunderstanding, a punch to the face, a jaw i thought would dislocate, and tears swelling up, obstructed by a lip bite away
i am not clean, i can show you my wrists as proof and more on my arms to gain your sorry's and mercy
but i do not want attention
it's funny since i'm the one seated at the edge of the rooftop, the top floor, the 22nd
and i am trying to capture the entire city by a single look, including my peripheral vision
trying to picture, the edges of the photograph it will be
but my hair is in the way, and i can barely see
so i pretend to perceive the scenery yet attempt to not disregard the words i think they speak
their sounds start to appear as turbid as a puddle of mud
and yet everyone looks happy enough from up here
i grow eager by the second
thoughts do not outstretch and remain abrupt as my legs suspend high up from the ground
and i hope to stay irrelevant
as my fingers slip from the concrete and my wrists twist toward the wind
i will not think of my last words until i am close enough to outline the features on their faces, and trace the roads that are lining up with vehicles, boarded with individuals who will not see me until i am scattered on the pavement
n.j.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
Adulthood,
What about you makes me feel the need to embellish this rune?
I look down from my eyelids onto the hands in which I mold
Manipulate; take shape, as the do as they are told
Except with too many chemicals these extremities begin to shake
Dislocate and replace what I enchant to what I make.
Furthermore,
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
I don’t mind the responsibility but it’s my mind that I sometimes loose
Over the slow man, the pedestrian and all the chatter from the rest of them
In the simple things is what you’re supposed to love but it’s the simple things that **** me off
When I have one point to make and nobody knows the difference
And finally,
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
I’m always away doing something that the other kids never do
Was I the only one who got the message from my god?
The holy ghost of asking questions followed by a subtle nod
As neurotic as that is followed by how it could be
I found the script to the autobiography of being me
Sincerely
****
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
A look can tell you a lot of things.
Between lover and haters... or even those maybe laters
Suffocate or dislocate, procreate or...
Not.
Is life really that simple?
The literal hammer-time or a coke with lime
Friendly fire or boy for hire to do your...
Dishes.
Not complicated at all.
Can we really look into the eyes of our lover and see all that we wish to happen?
Or is it a simple diversion, conversion into...
Nothingness.
I tend to see it simply.
I care about you, we like to **** and otherwise **** on...
Lollipops.
Take out of it what you will, but I’m not going to change or leave
I like it here, hunting deer, and smelling fear in
Love.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 3:52 AM UTC
Basics of the broken jaw speech
Selected deliverance on the Day of Reckoning
Violent seraphs contained in cages of tattered flesh and bone
Tear and sew
Tear and sew
A massacre of crows
Ribs of my mother’s swine
Ribs of my father’s lunatic mind
Apocalyptic cataclysm for coliseum vomitorium
Dislocate the providence of manifesting confrontation
Agitate the skin and scrape rotten the wreckage of man
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 9:00 AM UTC
Smiles and eyes, and hi’s
You take them so lightly
But they’re not really there
Though you perceive their presence
Amicable eyes,
Positive semblance of a frame
You take it a smile to the self
But that’s just part of a
Structure twisting and falling apart
But if it suits you
Fall in the false appearance
For that’s not what's being transmitted
Only a distorted face trying
To dislocate phrases and thoughts
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 6:14 AM UTC
there was a little snake a funny sort of chap
he could stretch his body and round a tree could wrap
open up his mouth and dislocate his jaw
till his mouth got bigger and he could eat lots more
he could slide around and do it with such ease
then constrict his prey by giving it a squeeze
coil up in a circle and make a perfect ring
a perfect peace of nature and clever little thing
then when he had eaten he would fall asleep
and when he awoke off again would creep.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
"Bad"
"'Bad' is just a huge promise of a song. A friend of mine, about as close as you can get, squandered his intelligence and his gifts to ****** Dublin in the late Seventies and early Eighties was a capital for smack. The Shah of Iran had been deposed, and people smuggled their money out of that country in white gold and pearls, by which I mean ****** It was cheaper than **** it was cheaper than smoking spliff, and a lot of sweet teenage kids, who just liked to smoke a little bit of ***** were offered this cheap high, something beyond their imagination... I tried to describe that with the song, 'Bad, what it was to feel that rush, to feel that elation, and then go on to the nod, awful sleep that comes with that drug..." - Bono, U2 By U2 2006
If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would let it go
Surrender, dislocate
If I could throw this lifeless
Lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away
Into the night
And through the rain
Into the half-light
And through the flame
If I could, through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day
To let it go
And so to find a way
To let it go
And so find a way
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no
If you should ask, then maybe
They'd tell you what I would say
True colours fly in blue and black
Blue silken sky and burning flag
Colours crash, collide in blood shot eyes
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would let it go
This desparation
Dislocation
Separation
Condemnation
Revelation
In temptation
Isolation
Desolation
Let it go
And so to find a way
To let it go
And so find a way
Oh, no
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no no
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, ******* acronym
Cut the ******* act like you're happy, I'm ******* back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it
Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them ******* straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
My wrists are tied to individual ropes
The ropes are taut and hold up my body
My head lays limp...
My legs hang swaying...
And my eyes are beginning to lose sight.
The ropes keep getting reeled in
And my arms...
My arms are slowly losing sense
Slowly losing sense...
As they are
Slowly
Ripped
Off and out of my
Torso.
But I don't scream.
As my arms are stretched further away
Further away
From my heart and my brain
I don't scream.
As my heart becomes numb and my mind slowly loses its voice.
I don't scream.
As my ears become powerless.
I
Don't
Scream...
I
Don't....
Scream
But...
But I whisper...
And each word echoes off of the cool grey cobblestones that rise over me
No person hears my whispers...
Not anymore.
No person can see me..
Not anymore.
And slowly... slowly...
I am forgotten,
As my arms begin to lose their cohesion
And my joints begin to dislocate...
And my eyes become blind.
And my ears become deaf.
And my heart and mind stop.
My arms are final ripped off of my body.
My body falls
Through the air...
And remains,
In a state of falling...
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
Opens with some lucidity
after the world has gone limp
like marionettes
slides up to a good posture
and the everything rises
and blooms
All is well-enough
Not to do any-thing
Sit back a relax
People crave the expected,
Give em' the song and dance act:
Unseal her, let the air out
Pretend her hair is different
Let the left-over shape mean something
Make it the secret of Life
Cue the yellow hue
live your memories in a fuzzy lens
Slow the images, it's raining sunshine
Demi-god celebrities play your part
you're the star
be able to keep your heart
in one place
lock it up
Take a pause. . . . . .
Hit the spotlight, change the focus, transfer the weight
shift
the
burden
Wide eyed shot
dark shadows back alleys open veins
american pulp love with an insanity twist
Make the events your life
dislocate the easiness
Cut to the bed
torn to shreds
Blood slow on the back, warm wine on the wrist
all reddened by friction
Drop
Strange the angle change
dunce cap and a corner prayer
the catharsis framework
Go back to the clear cut beginning-end
crawl through the webbed nothingness
the vapor of conversation
reality pushed upon
the drooling stranger through the
bedroom window
eyes like a bone-saw, artificial
Pity
him
Become
him
Time has been extended over the back-lit stage
a lucky break waking up with an adrenaline needle in your chest
a resuscitation
Take the life from the shelf
Contradict yourself, very well, Contradict yourself
Make the impossible concrete, the unreal cities grow like roses
Cut to Black
rip a hole for light, you're gonna need it
Role the credits, see the forgotten names which mean forgotten faces
you've hung on
sit in the dark
clap to yourself
to this far away distraction
you're the hero and you've made it make sense in the rearrangement
of
blood
love
and voyeurism
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
it's a little but plenty
it's so cheap but expensive.
It's so brave but it's cautios
and so sweet nearly noxious.
it's so full, and so empty
it's so bright and so tempting
so fulfilling and breaking
what it gives you will take it.
It will knock you off your feet
it will dislocate your heart
it will wither your bones and
it's not even the worst part.
It will starve you and leave you
then take back and forgive too
it will beat you up daily
hourly make life dreary
it will spill, it will cry
when you turn away wry
lift you higher than heaven
bury deeper than hell
your vision will better
but blindness will find a way.
you will come out a *******
egocentric but lost
selfish, trustless and beaten
sell yourself for no cost.
throw yourself at a stranger
look for comfort and "it"
years will pass, pain will ease
you'll still die incomplete.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
there was a little snake a funny sort of chap
he could stretch his body and round a tree could wrap
open up his mouth and dislocate his jaw
till his mouth got bigger and eat could eat lots more.
he could slide around and do it with such ease
then constrict his prey by giving it a squeeze
coil up in a circle and make a perfect ring
a perfect peace of nature and clever little thing.
then when he had eaten he would fall asleep
and when he awoke off again would creep.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
Love you lots,
Despite the pain
Despite the rain
From my eyes
Under blue sunlit skies,
In spite
Waking up
Restless in the night
Were I
An abandoned pup
I cannot lie,
I miss you
Night and day
And I have no clue
What else to say,
My mind in knots
I cannot undo
As I think of you,
Minor relief
Knowing you're alive
But that disbelief
Still lingers
Nine to Five;
Dead ringers
All the pictures
Permanent fixtures
In my head
That I cannot
Dislocate
Until I'm dead,
And for that I wait
Patiently
Fervently,
Though a race
This is not,
It is a surer bet
Than to ever see your face
Again; which I will never forget...
APAD13 - 146 © okpoet
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 5:28 AM UTC
the subway is dark and cramped
fluorescent lights dim under the thick smog that shouldn't be here
your legs lock up
sudden
and then nothing
then only nothing
you don't come back until you're at the hospital
eyes bleary against the white light and yellow walls
as they press an oxygen mask against you
you can't help but wonder how you got here
here in the antiseptic dreams of cancer patients while you stare at the cracks in the ceiling
it's not that you can't dream
it's just that you don't
here against the black lights with pulsing music
here against the knife fights in dark alleys
you dislocate two fingers and enjoy the pain
you chain-smoke Marlboro's for an hour and a half
and by the time you've finished two packs your head is spinning and you can't think
you scribble on a piece of paper until you can't move your arms and the ink bleeds through onto the kitchen table
you can't breathe for three days and when you can again
the doctors tell you that there's something wrong
you shut your eyes and you forget how to open them
i.v.'s appear in your wrist after two days and you keep taking them out
at your funeral, you can't hear the songs they play
because you can't breathe inside that wooden box
you can see the stars flickering above you but your eyes are shut
you stop being able to remember the third grade
suddenly nothing
and then only nothing
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Thoughts can rearrange,
And feelings can dislocate.
But Memories could never change,
Nor could we modify our fate.
What’s meant to be might occur,
If we try enough to get there,
But I must give up I’m sure,
Even If I once would care.
Thoughts I had are gone,
They disappeared at last.
Your time here was far overdrawn,
Even if it seems you left fast.
But deep inside my soul,
A piece of you remains.
You made one big hole,
Why must people insist you’re vane?
You’ve shown me many times,
That not all of you is appalling.
You’re not capable of such crimes,
You’re really just pretending.
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 12:21 AM UTC
Border line
Dead inside
I don't mind
Falling to pieces
Count me in
Violent
Let's begin
Feeding the sickness
How do I
Simplify
Dislocate
The enemy's on the way
Show me what it's like to dream in black and white
So I can leave this world tonight
Full of fear
Ever-clear
I'll be here
Fighting forever
Curious
Venomous
You'll find me
Climbing to heaven
Never mind
Turn back time
You'll be fine
I will get left behind
Show me what it's like to dream in black and white
So I can leave this world tonight
Holding on too tight
Breathe the breath of life
So I can leave this world behind
It only hurts just once
They're only broken bones
Hide the hate inside
So I can leave this world behind
Show me what it's like to dream in black and white
So I can leave this world tonight
Holding on too tight
Breathe the breath of life
So I can leave this world behind
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
COLD,rush of warm,BLOOD ?,damn,quiet,choices? confusion? feeling? grey,ringing in very low tones,911 in a blizzard? wait and find the cuts ,big mess ,broken tables,? will the others know I am "broken" pain LOL ,LIVING in short bursts,how many joints can you dislocate at once? IT pushes me down WHY,WHEN,MAYBE FORGET THIS TIME? clicking sounds dark,blue,green,feelings flat lined?VERY small mind,closed,peeking out? IT WON'T LEAVE RICK
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
it remembers me.
the sky.
the mouth above the mouth.
the lightless gullet where clouds go to rot.
i kneel in the driveway
and my bones click like prayer beads.
i say nothing.
the wind fills in the blanks.
above,
the bruised vault peels open.
something pours out that smells like me—
ozone and old milk and motherlessness.
i know this feeling.
the ache behind the eye.
the tug in the marrow.
the static in the throat right before god speaks
and forgets my name again.
the sky remembers me.
like blood remembers stain.
like salt remembers wound.
like hunger remembers teeth.
and so i let it.
i open my mouth
and taste iron,
and ascend.
not float.
not rise.
just—
dislocate upward
until every tendon sings its own name
and snaps
like wet string.
there is no rupture.
there is no goodbye.
only the soft gulp
of return
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 3:43 AM UTC