"vaporise" poems
Time is all that sets us free
To all the wonders, that can be humanly perceived
Time is all that binds us
To mundane, almost emotionless routines we have conceived.
Time is the ticking of the clock
That gnaws at us; leaving no immediate mark
Time is the face that has come to mock
It creeps on regardless; you notice it turn light to dark.
Time is the invisible candle that everyone innately holds
It gets lit from the moment we open our eyes
Time is not the wick that gives berth to flame
Rather it is the waxes that burn and then vaporise.
Time can and will never stop
Moments go by with the blink of the eyes
Time..., it does not favour
It isn't biased, it doesn't get swayed by truths or lies.
Time is the entity that governs almost all
It will tell when it deems it's right
From seedling to tree, hatchling to flight
A weakness to strength, the frail to might.
Time is the quest
That we have strived to conquer
Time is all of us
We have secretly craved for life much longer.
Time would only permit
All that I could pen in time
Time will always suggest to omit
So I could capture it all in rhyme.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
I went into this with
eyes and thighs
wide open.
I cannot sanitise my position
My legs astride
Your waist.
I cannot analyse our predicament
I sympathise truly
With her.
But, this affair started together
both to blame
no shame.
I'm beautified by your attention
Call it love
I'm mystified.
I only know I cannot
I will not
Give up.
I'm sorry that you're married
as am I
that's life.
Or is it oversimplified lust?
just never leave
I'd vaporise.
But, before we go back
to our partners
glide inside.
Again.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
I told you not to forget
but you did,
a letter resigned in a drawer,
a story left to grow dust
and words to vaporise
like they were never written
and meant one thing.
I liked our kaleidoscope moments,
candy-colours in triangles and circles,
melting stained glass
but you broke it,
dropped it on the floor or something
and we couldn't fix it,
those reds and greens and golds
a sprinkled memory
at the back of our brains.
So we used a spinning top
and watched it ****
upon the table,
round and round
but it slowed,
staggering
like a man intoxicated
and it fell from the wooziness,
too sick to go on.
So we played chess
even though I am mediocre at it
and I was white,
you were black,
the little kings, queens, bishops
forced forwards by our fingers
until they didn't want to play anymore,
back in the box please,
and you won, of course,
you won every game with ease.
Said we'd play again sometime
but you didn't remember
and I bought a new kaleidoscope too,
just for us to use
but you forgot didn't you,
it happened again.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Destiny is just a word
of simplicity
that is abused like a drunk ****
my words are angry
and as the door shut
she walked
silently
cat and mouse
violently
"Get up brown haired woman,
you're lipstick is smashed
Go vaporise your alcohol breath
in a dark black hole where you are trapped"
I'm lost, and as I wonder
I stumble upon a white owl
magnificent and winter-like
He speaks
Wise and serene
I begged him,
bury me deep underneath the frozen snow
where destiny cannot reach
He denied my proposal
But promised me destiny instead.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
There are days
when thoughts arise
and you don't write
And
There are days
when you want to write
And thoughts vaporise
Yet times ,when thoughts do
Arise
The words feel plagiarised
And then
Thoughts lose direction
and
Miss the words .
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
A white abstract silence falls heavily like phosphorous snow… odd and oblique with nervous intensity of random limitations… sensitive and fragile in its unremitting generosity…A fluency of motion of imaginary realisation in silent turbulence descends in tenebrous shadows of illusion detonating the unconscious… the symmetry and exactitude of silence beyond all compass…. an intricate camouflage… meticulous and consistent.
Disinherited it tries to sanctify the air….. a silence in where stars evaporate vibrational loud and inquisitive…. freezing time by the velocity of its inner momentum of silent adrenalin.
Concealing its true identity isolating me in unknown realisation of what is to occur.. It resonates with constant tension waiting for unpredictability’s of indispensible voices that don’t speak….. This is a realisation of the imagination…. a vibrant insensibility…. density of unravelled thoughts that vaporise within me causing a vibration that fractures the equation of time and space in the burning crucible of my mind.
Intractable proportions of silent thought…. hovering… a constant mirage of irrational calculations….. This silence forces all the tears of consequence to fall upon my face with no avail…..Then in this thunderous silence see graffiti on white walls…abstract and meaningless….Like primitive lives…those with meaning yet possess no meaning… an ungovernable democracy of fruitless endeavour… of non factual fastidiousness… a glimpse of life and its fallacy.
Yet the words were spoken and written… by whom… And for why.. Now the silence punctuates and instructs…. phosphorous extinguishes itself and hides behind another truth…..The noise of the world cascades in torrents deafening… attempting to defeat… subordinate the senses in atavistic cruelty… Prowling searching for the silence… but it has gone…. disappeared in the imagination of my inner self…. an abstraction I call me….. But I know where the silence has gone….
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 7:07 PM UTC
existing only in the memory, in the mirror
sublime image, a dotted line
wanting, crashing, writhing fatally
imaginary conversations, air drawings
no friend to call mine, intimacy denied
crunchy brain turning to foam
classes blurring, ears ringing
banging the floor till wrists are bruised
profanity, cruelty, pretty girls hating
feeling unwanted by boys (and the girls)
invisible or dissolved?
dishonoured, disgruntled, disillusioned, disenchanted
how right I was all alone
my subconscious mind sending tremors
disconnection with my own spirit
"I am" I constantly whisper to myself
in the little gaps of time I'm not dissociated
fully aware of my material,
not a vaporised form
that I assumed from the treatment of others
vapours solidify, vaporise, dissolve and vanish
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC
A declaration of benevolence
For a boy deprived of affection
Who is urged to bare his heart.
"I don't care"
Are just words verbalised in a manner
Seemingly self-convincing;
A facade of strength
When it's clear he's in pieces,
In despair, falling apart,
Trying as hard as he can to seem okay.
Mesmerising eyes express it all.
Occasionally one must hold their tongue
For holding your tongue is easily done
When one must deny feelings
Out of fear of challenging rejection.
Because both are apprehensive
In the face of emotion.
And she tries fervently to destroy walls
So resolutely built
With a motive of keeping out those with fabricated feelings,
While he didn't have to try very hard
To vaporise barricades of hers.
But how can it be demonstrated
That her sole intention
Is to show him devotion?
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
She has got those wings.
That makes her fly, that takes her high.
She has got the enigma.
That makes her fight, that brings out her dynamite.
She has got those tears
That vaporise like acid, that makes her heart scream "face it".
She has got her own aroma.
That embraces her soul, that makes her extolled.
She has got this "Girl Label".
That she hangs to her pride, that takes her upright.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Burn me before her like a candle in the darkness,
Let her know that I am dissipating every singular solitary moment in her darkness.,
And I am giving away myself every moment to illuminate her darkness....
Only to know that she is utterly insatiable,
And I cannot throw light into her darkness...
I am just a candle and she wants galaxies,
She was there only to consume my light unless I infuse completely myself in to her abysmal ground and vaporise my light strikingly into her darkness...
She is a black hole where I couldn't escape from her gravitational pull,
and I don't want to escape either because of the same cause.....
Let her relish every moment of my disintegration into that darkness....
Let her relish the truth that I am gone from her forever....(but I cannot go)
And the truth that she never felt that I was with her at least would strike her now....
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Like the ice sheets, I will ablate and vaporise.
Borne by prevailing winds, I will aviate and rise.
With your radiating love I’m steaming anew,
In atmospheric dance cascading towards you,
Coalesced like cold misted droplets, to get there.
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 6:06 PM UTC
Words vaporise
before they’re formed
to turn bland rinds of nothingness
escaping my mind’s horizon.
Your mystical spell
opens eclectic urges
taking me to a psychedelic world
where the voice of my inner world
goes into voiceless hibernation.
I long to dissolve
in the warmth of your ecstasy,
travel beyond the discordant shrills
of a cacophonous world
on the wings of your stillness.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
She turns her eyes
I vaporise
and realise
everyone dies in the end.
I tend to carp and criticise
it hurts
I see that in her eyes
I vaporise.
I die in my lines and
bring death to the rhymes,
at times
it hurts even more
than the eyes
I adore,
she turns her eyes
I vaporise.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
In the last few years
I have written
My thoughts and the many emotions
Sometimes I have let them flow
in words I know
Other times have let them simmer and vaporise
There is Knowledge gained and wisdom too
Many times both evade, dimmed by hazy thoughts
Lessons that I have learned and try to implement
To never share the joys and sorrows
with people who don’t understand, neither
And that knowledge and ignorance can both be bliss
When gained
And when one learns to ignore
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC