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"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.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Time
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.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Eyes wide open
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.
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Kaleidoscope
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.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
DESTINY
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 .
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
Vapid Thoughts
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….
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Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 7:07 PM UTC
My Delirium
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….
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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
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Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC
Vapours
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?
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
For you
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.
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Girl Label
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....
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Burn me....
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.
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Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 6:06 PM UTC
Getting there
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.
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
Melting into a mystery
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.
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Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Cartwheels
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
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Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
Written - Lesson