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Daniel Feb 17
I feel like boiling water
slowly evaporating into thin air
and thus,
becoming invisible to others.

Danny
Something that came to my mind while cooking.
Brynn S Nov 2018
The roaches on my doorstep
They show nights of neglect
Follow me to darkness for I’ve not yet wept
Sweep me under doormats and follow path
The untimely death was apart of the wrath
Breaching the veil I’ve not yet pushed through
Legs start to quiver at those thoughts of you
Will I be met by the moon
Or shall she lay dormant
Whispering to stars of my utter torment
Clawing at life she has found her strife
Not until mourning will I be cut by son’s knife
Whisked away the smokes of today
Unable to lay safely in the bed I have made
Clothed in mindfulness
I shriek at joy
Just another game; and I am the toy
Poetic T Mar 2018
I'll never be solid with the fluidic
relationship of our evaporation.

I lapse towards you never wanting
to be without a touch, but I fall.

Why cant a embrace you without letting
you go, before we graze momentarily.

But in our sorrow a gleam of light shimmers,
and I linger between fluidic and rainbows.

I just want to fall towards you, but this is
a silent gaze never reaching you whole
Poetic T Sep 2017
I used to water my speculation,mixing it with liquid imagery..
then I'd blend it around with subtle stirrings of my thought.
Watching it change from a blank emotion, to something more.
Collecting I used my fingers clasping a way to collect a thin
film of musing swirls and then I'd gently blow..

Little shimmers would collect, floating delicately around
my head. Rainbows of perception, gently encompassing
a moment of a clear rendition. but a reflection only stains
the image held for so long till it dulls in moments before
evaporating in to tears of mist decaying into oblivion.

But then that place where my perceiving waters gently
flowed now seemed more arid than what was previously
perceived. No longer did rainbows form spherically..
No I was just a salt lake of tears, collecting white flakes
of bleached nothingness. My moment was weak, last week
I was serenading imagery now I'm just a dry lake bed.

"My words floated, but now there just dry renditions of
a drought going on in my thoughts"
  

*"Were sometimes to thirsty, not realizing that we drank
to fast and the basin of our thoughts have run dry"
Pineapple Isle Aug 2017
I'm low on energy
But I've got fire in my heart
I want to wake up from this sleep
My head is filled with water
The fire can't reach my mind because my head is filled with water. It stays below in my heart and has dimmed. It needs oxygen so it can grow and evaporate the water. The water makes me feel heavy, low on energy, and in a fog.
Tamera Pierce Aug 2016
I was a woman of water
A river for a body
to flow like a current.
I was meant only to sweep men off their feet.
But never do anything but slip through their hands.
Used only as something to mop up.
But I found a man made of fire.
That turned my voice into a voice.
It was no longer a trickle.
He took my rocky heartbeat.
And turned it into a heartbeat.
Then one day,
His flames turned into a fingertip.
One that caressed my jawline
And whispered to my riverside cheekbones
Telling me to become an ocean.
To drown.
Have a fierceness of a tidal wave.
To crash anyone who hurts me.
His hand touched me like a hand inside a wishing well
And I grew the size of the Atlantic.
I carried him with me, but his flames came back.
Turning me back into a river
A creek
A puddle
A girl.
I held hands with a campfire
Burnt my skin into submission
And evaporated.
Like I’m supposed to.
Hey, um, please comment if you want and let me know what you think of this. I haven't been too confident in my writing here recently. so I wanna know any thoughts or problems you have.
jane taylor May 2016
my heart breaking
into a thousand pieces
i fade away
looking for a distant wall
to dissolve in
and evaporate

unable to vanish
i slowly gather the shards
ground fresh and smaller now
i gently blow them
and watch them magically disappear
into the night’s silver moon

©2016janetaylor
SassyJ Apr 2016
A string of words that tune to alignment
An echo from a world and space another
A surrender of life itself erected in ecstasy

Our story trespassing space, the tide of time
A tackle passing the sliced of moments of life
Alone, but divinely flying and feeling as you

Lost, molded in the frequency of your tides
Our mystery numbed, undone, found and done
A chariot of our horses riding in lessons told

An intuition of unconditional entwinement
A well of emotions that brew in deep love
A touch that reaches from shore to shore

A miss to share your essence and our growth
A panel of battles soaking in blended harmony
A freedom of nature, our openness to another

As the parachute ascends, open your arms
Glint unbridled as you touch my safety net
Kiss my smile and let our kisses evaporate time
Deep Love!
Batool Dec 2015
Under his
intense gaze
she witnessed
world fading
into nothingness
as she felt
herself evaporate !!
Leon Lapin May 2015
Listen to the silence
Gaze into the darkness
Entrust your body to your mind
Let go of the earth
Let your soul unwind
Floating into space
Forget this dreadful place
Become one with the stars
Become one with who you are
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