Dissolves Poems - Poems about Dissolves

I am guilty of pretending to have friends. We were connected by a shared education that eventually ends. And when that reality dissolves… When I failed out of school, the end never resolved. And I told people that I might be back. After I left, it became clear what I lack. I used to be able...

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Gritty shore pops foamy words Sends fantasy back to sea Drifting flotsam overboard Swept casually...

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Art dissolves when art looks to objects a tedium is experienced despite displays rendering temporary pleasures.. the displays portray exterior as exterior polishing the world but retaining separation as we wear again dark cultural blinders.. let us become artists and carry with us our tools of expression and yet more: the lens of Awareness as we permit that Awareness to absorb the tools and the expression......

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bleeding purple scents of storms ignite imagined nations of magi dressed as scholars wearing blank faces feeding the furnace cash scrawled in ink infused with tones of blood inaudibly whistling dirges of delirious breath invoking the name of struggles flexing dense cords of flesh swelling screams hiding in a temple’s glow blasting the essence of western fantasies bellowing conceptions inside dead...

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Once upon a time her cat dissolves in my arms one night while she was at work and once upon a time because what i did that night will never happen again i promise, i promise i broke into her house that's right that's right i broke into her house like a sneak in the night that i am oh don't mind me she wouldn't care it's...

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My weary soul returns to mourn in Appalachia, A place were Sam built well my burial chamber. Now, drunken slumber translates my long held grief, And no boundless peace gives me relief. Sorrow begets tears. Can life name now one man To grieve when love dissolves? Oh, but when time comes for you like a thief, Take heed you don’t spit in the...

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There comes a bloodless slaughter There comes a day turned into night As they toil with their dreams, their fodder As they face an immortal might Watercolors awash with orange, yellow and red bleeding Seeping and dropping little rainbow jewels On dewey fields coveted by man, fertile for seeding Under the rising sun's heat, searing and brutal Mystical ideas threaded into a life...

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