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"dissapate" poems
From the moment of birth Our instincts of survival Bring us down to earth We dream of the fairy tale world we wish to live Hoping to be happy and learning to give When we reach our peak and buld the person we want to be Something happens to our security of survival and our friends become our rivals Rolling, Rolling, over and over again back to the bottom for another spin Our Minds unclear of the person we built to be Instincts of survival have taken over you see control is lost Survival at any cost Aimlessly we wander Hurting the ones we love Until our thoughts we launder The world again becomes our dove Repeated over and over again Each time the threat of survival blows in the wind. You see we are really just animals with the ability to think but we forget it all until our survival becomes almost extinct Its an understanding We all need to have because survival will dissapate for all mankind Unless we reach for the star we were
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Apr 18, 2010
Apr 18, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
Survival
lets just say there is no wrong or right no black or white all things being equal it is all inconsequential dance laugh scream cry engage enrage dissapate transform through time
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Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
lets just say
There's a fog over Inverness, Wrapping the banks Of the river Ness; Enveloping me As you once did. A fog that will not dissapate, A mist that mirrors The break and ache. A fog that chides Lonely distress. This fog can't hide What I can't forget.
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
Fog Over Inverness
Kerosene eyes everywhere you look, sparkling- deceptive, I think I would like to dive until I sip and burn my tongue on you. Stong shoulders everything you support, worlds- dependable, I think I would like to rest until I lean and you dissapate like summer mist. Feverish fingers everyone you brush, warming- blooming, I think I would like to thaw until I touch and suddenly find myself blazing.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
Misleading
You are your own worst enemy, You illustrate your destiny, You decide your fate, You create. I make my own mistakes, I ensue my heartbreaks, I choose the rate, I create. We take anything we need, We decide who takes the lead, We make the world dissapate, Yet we have the tools to create.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Create
Sport that quiver in the dancing sun so brazen that an arrow head is over **** parting lovers as wide as the Memphis river dissapate the sands as we are left blown by Jeremiads offering  soliloquies that **** elevated sycophants use as  obituaries and McCarthy's ghost goads the progressives like history repeating itself
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
ubiquitous
there is a softness to this, the third day the sibilant rain drifts down, to blur the world's definition, and soften the crust to a malleable mire. i sit outside on, the front verandah , in woolen jumper and watch the horizon dissapate and the waves become tired and grey. after three days, there is, no fury, left in them. the steam, arising from my cup, mingles with humid, misty bretheren and the birds cry mournful. plate, the treefrog, revels in the rain. his bass profundo decrying the need for waterlove. all else looks for shelter in the soft indistinct frame of three days of rain.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
3 days of rain
microscopic the eye can't see but they are there you must believe some are normal some are not some are in left field others are shot some cells come some they go some create others are slow some are genius some are less who ever created the i.q test some will swell..upon concussion others shrink with age regression some remember some forget some are sad and others content some are imprisoned in your mind...locked away and doing time some cell multiply when they shoudn't others try and they couldn't some malfunction some think clear others dream and are unaware some cells meltdown and harm the living others are strong and always forgiving they are here from when your born still in the womb and nice and warm when you die they dissapate back to gods hand from which they came
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
grey matter
I have seen the want in your eyes and then I watched it dissapate, I denied you entrance, But granted you permission straight into my heart, You left the girl who wanted you, I thought you would be the kinder type, I figured you would be there once I spoke honestly, But like every other guy who wants one thing You left when you couldn't have it.
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Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 7:56 AM UTC
Entrance Denied.
almost words eddy in the murked corners of my mind they lack clarity and purpose they lack need and wanting they lie fooled by the worth they think they should have and so.... dissapate having never been formed into words.... never having been more than the grunts and groans of an overtired....mind fecund in potential...yet barren in time. almost...words gone upon the tidal surge
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
almost....
My passions dissapate like ice vapor, melt like an ice cream cone lying in the sun, spreading genuine sweetness. And I love watching the happy ants scramble, frolicking & dancing, running to and fro in the sugary puddle, licking their feet & antennae, relishing in the good sweet fun.
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
Watching The Happy Ants
we were emaciated; ruined   much like the twisted silence at the foot of your bed a hollow battle field where our hearts would lay and in nooks of tangled legs and distraught blankets our secrets would hide then at night fall they would dissapate into the cage we called a home, to poison the atmosphere already swollen with ambigious thoughts and supressed dreams we wait for rain and we wait for the sun but never reach into the atmosphere so like our secrets we lay dormant in our monotonous routines and our open eyed sleep
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Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
Untitled
I can wake up real early Get myself out of bed, all on my own paint on my smile and wipe away my tears but not today, today is for rest I can sit at my desk and stare at the screen make it look real and impressive play professional like a big girl but not today, today is for creating I can sleep without tossing and turning and dream sweet dreams that last the whole night through but not tonight, tonight is for remembering I can love you, like a king to my queen I can hold you close and make your pain dissapate into nothingness until there's nothing left at all but not with this heart, this heart is meant to stay broken
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Not Today
I'm a distant memory Lost beneath the dust No longer so shimmery Falling from the shelves But not forgotten Not that feeling, not me Not something so haunting As the first time we kissed Those days in the sun Just you and me We had so much fun Until You no longer drove by To see me So we could watch the sky And the clouds dissapate Like the love We shared It seemed to come from up above Then it was gone
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Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 7:04 PM UTC
Then It Was Gone
Deep green Withered screen Soft skin Rotting thin Blessed boy Restless joy I cover it Emotion Each heartache Each pain To feel you again To understand touch To remember such Love me once more Barriers will fall We shall collide Extremeties dissapate Crooked smiles will align once again
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
Align
an ominous cloud surrounds me it gets darker the more I search for a light suffocating, exasperating, deadly the cloud is dense like a thick foam pad can't get through it have to fight my way through it my breathing starts becoming gasps gasps for the air that is clean and pure the cloud might never dissapate will it be a part of my life forever? dark thick heavy weight it might crush me underneath every dark cloud is similar but different they are destructive and they always trap the person inside individually uniquely killer generally excessively present
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
my own personal storm
Your stride stirs something in my soul My eyes awed at the sight of your skin Scent carries traces of battered trust Tip-toeing hesitantly, settling in. I took one look, was lovingly pulled By the smooth mystery bursting in your touch The careful aura surrounding your outline Drew me into your spellbinding clutch. Your many tattoos tell intricate stories Flesh inked with past knowledge you keep I find myself cravings answers to each one The first time fufillment has reached deep. The calm comfort of your simple smile Warms my cold core, a sunny glow Wild winds of distress slowly dissapate Then reappear with a forceful flow. Experiencing these things is not easy All I had before were distant dreams Never once had a drop of true love, now my heart Is full of it, rupturing at the seams.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Stirring My Soul
I am a fire. I burn through the space and time Around me. Only To watch roses rise, Like colored smoke, from smoldering Ashes to spring Into full bloom . For what other use Could there be for my high energy But to blaze through the world And fade like fire? To dissapate And leave roses in my wake. . I've written, Composed, And painted Into immortality My love For thee . But without fuel how could I burn hot enough?
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
Fire
why did i fail myself i let my pain show it slid right down my face down my arms i broke so easily baby wipe those tears away, save them for when you're alone but aren't you always? stuck, alone in your head. with your friends, the ones that haven't left you. the ones that will never dissapate. you're the one thats hated toxic unwanted annoying you're too pathetic to change bottle it up, baby, no one needs to see your ******* pain
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC
it should be me
I hate the idea of seeing you in  a coffin me, at your wake the very first time I'll see you will be you sleeping so sound and calm like you finally found true peace if that would be the first and last photograph that I will have of you then, young man, I'm sorry I have to dissapate it for it won't do good for my photographic memory even if I reject that photo in my mind it will haunt me for years forever let's say and as much as how I hate the thought of seeing you lying in a coffin that would be a lot worse than ever
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
What Dying Seems Like