#evaporation
"Gestalt!" She exclaimed.
"It's okay to be suspicious."
The ice on the windshield is paradoxical, lost in a morass of morose, and it cries like a little girl on a rainy day.
See her in a winter dress. See a continental elegance of what the whispers only hinted at.
Her face sells emotional disconnection and faded glory.
Her eyes emit raw, unsettling need suffused with delicate serenity.
Utopia wandering straight from her mouth to your ears, a little different every time.
And she's running wild through a wooded thicket, the sound of gunmen closing in. She'll never reach the greywacke of the shore, but fall in the stone cold sand. They'll find fingerprints on the surfaces of her neck.
Reminders are remainders after all.
Let it go, watch it come back, come back, come back...
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:27 PM UTC
The pupil of your eye
is like a black hole.
please consume me with your pupil
and make me eternally yours.
Yes, I know
even black holes evaporate.
But fear not,
for I will evaporate with you,
into eternity.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC
It’s liquid or water that always flows
and so in a downward direction goes.
Though never upward is also well known
unless by evaporation or force it’s thrown.
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Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 1:30 PM UTC
~ when love precipitates, selfishness evaporates ~
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
O Rain maker! Don't charge me with lightnings,
My cries echo like thunder;
Empty me like that docile cloud which 's just
Wept over the world round,
That calm and peaceful white cloud–
Father of gale hovering over the green
And beneath the phoebe.
My soul is ready yet
Why isn’t it evaporated?
O Maker! "Where art thou!" Flare of glory!
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
Oh how I lost pace
Was a stream, a river, suspended in space, I mixed with the salt and
Drifted through air.
How I lost steam,
Vapours rising higher,
But once I'm there.
I gain form again, belted to earth in a storm,
And then.
Anew, The cycle begins again.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
bones of drought
rattle in the sky
the bones denote
a constant dry
no rains came to quench
they were absent
on the Kenyan mound
an arid woe
remaining around
the land morbidly dead
of life's elation
it vanished in the sun's
unrelenting evaporation
people starved by
unrealized crop
cattle thirsted for
a watering drop
and a parching famine
dwells in Africa's well
the fountain of survival
a desperate hell
bones of drought
rattle on high
the rattle speaks
of an empty sky
aid agencies implore
the world to give
so that fellow humans
can go onto live
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 8:23 AM UTC
In the ocean was a drop of oil
not wanting to cease the boundary
but when the oil drop plummeted well
in the vast expanse of the profoundly
seamless ocean waves, and when it
hit the endless particles of water
he saw that love was all there was
and love was all there is, and love
is all there will be, and he melted
into the heart of the ocean, only to evaporate
so that part of it, could come back and
love the ocean like by being
a drop in the sea, but also the parts
of it which didn't make it, had learnt already
Where ever they were now, were already burnt
in the love of knowledge of love, for love
is what there was
and Love is what there is
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
These copper wires that hang from my head,
heat up so quickly, my mind is so sickly.
Can't be cooled until you've poured water over of my head,
that leaves me drenched only to be dried up again.
This slight evaporation. Oh what this head has done to me.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Oh God,
Cleanse our souls the same way you cleanse an entire nation
simply by the miraculous causes of evaporation.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC