Best Disassociation Poems


Hybrid Disassociation

Hybrid disassociation enveloping the realm of the brutal. 

Severed limbs rain from the sky, heads rolling the streets- A hell rejoiced by satins’ 
glorious army. 

Disembodied virtues, convoluted vision in a rhetorical era. 

Buried remnants of a societal refrain post due lay staunch in ruins of a untold text. 

Blood rages through the river as bludgeoned faces paint the streets of flesh and 
blood. 

Involute power reigns absolute, so begins the desolate landscape

Cage

my brain has its own life,
its own conversations,
never-ending circumlocutions

this confabulation of memory
leaves me unsure of
the reality of my thoughts

is this a chemical misstep,
a minuscule of glutamate
misplaced or missing

or is it a mistake in my
biological majuscules,
an A or a G gone awry,
leaving mental havoc in its wake

or perhaps just a wiring mishap,
a failing to bridge synapses to
the branched flourishes of dendrites,
leaving me thirsty for truth,
a truth now conflated with errata

can the brain heal itself,
restore effaced letters 
to historiated initials
or will it descend into darkness,
gradually ceasing its conversations,
forgetting all spelling,
and become a silent grey cage

Premium Member Pulsation of Love

Love is like fallen leaves
Elevated
With eastern warmth
We hug in spring.

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Finnish Tango In The Rain

standing in the rain again
in the rain again I stand,
next to the Finnish truck driver waiving with a wet newspaper
or maybe it's a card deck, hand looks like a duck's beak
from the radio "Satumaa" sounds like fruits falling from trees
rolling down on the patio to find a man and woman circling each other's bulb like bodies
and everyone has forgotten why it rains

we are surrounded by tango and dresses and unsteady hands on knee caps, nails tapping on guilt and minds too hazy to recall what a promise feels like

drops keep running down my neck
I long for a glass of whatever to lean my finger and thoughts against

Reijo Taipale will not be leaving the radio anywhere soon, and someone says "we are in a movie, feels like it, right? this is too real to be anything but"

no birds are singing anymore
wax like birches are standing heavy and empty against the quiet lake 
where all the horses sometimes used to swim

the wooden boards will squeak when I leave.

Bipolar and you pt3

We are in a crisis
The thoughts and visions inside us
Coming out to play
And making you pray
For all this to go away

I see your desperation 
And this broken situation
I see your efforts to battle the demons
I also watch how this strengthens

Your mind running rampant
Your actions show detachment 
Not knowing who you are anymore
Nothing is the way it was before

This is not your fault why this happened
No one could of seen or imagined
That malabsorption caused the decline
And your mind to resign 

I see the terror when you see the shadow
Your heart beats rapid and your eyes narrow
Palms get clammy 
Your eyes go glassy

Dropping into an episode fast
The stress caught up with you at last
A blackout moment to reset your mind
Temporary reprieve from the role assigned

I see your confusion about what you hear
But trust me those voices and people are not near
You are in a place of safety 
Where you can express yourself safely

You feel judgement looming
Intensifying thoughts becoming consuming
I wish I could take the pain away
So you can be living your life today

I hear your fears, I hear you wanting to end the pain
It would indeed rest your brain
But cause the ones who love you most
To also become ghosts

Your life is precious to us
Your pain has to be open to discuss
We want to be able to save you
From this life of pain in view 

Let’s hope the new little pill
Will make her head go still
Calm the voices and noise
And give her back laughs and joys

The shadows are the enemy
Brutality stealing away your identity 
They are haunting your mind in the present
Isolating you and becoming unpleasant 

I hope this new medication 
Will banish the derealisation 
And bring you back whole and unharmed
The only scar is to being alarmed

You and bipolar can live in harmony 
Working together on this evolving journey
He isn’t your foe but your friend
A life together you both attend 



P.S.
I’m proud of you for hanging on.
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