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Mateuš Conrad Jan 2016
between the hours of 10pm and 1am you can see the other london "smog," which isn't really a smog, you see it on the outskirts of suburbia in these hours, during winter, when the earth opens and water vaporises into a thick splodge of thickness that's like burnt coal... it's frost temperatures, you walk the distance, you breathe as if smoking a cigarette, the aura is still there, your hands are turning into skeletal keys with the sight a lock, you reiterate the skeletal hands next to your eyes and liver, you become a locksmith, you put the key in, the lock clicks like virginity... you enter... you become a singularity of life expressed; it's outer-suburbia, and you know it's a walking distance from a village, a forest, pasture lands among cows, slaughter bulls, horses, badgers, deer and hedgehogs; the earth opens in winter and shows you lungs, in summer the desolation of aero, dry moth larvae, clear vision, but only in winter the warmed ****** of smog from cigarette-free cemented in roads is re-fathomed in the outer suburbia, here i touch the pinnacle, here i dress like a pineapple... still in my short sleeve shirt and hooded garment i ache for my fingers to feel less flesh for summer and skin's auburn, and rekindle winter with bone and the arithmetic of drummed clicks of joints of fingers plucked from a quill's silence, cracking from the kraken weight of comparison that was never the ring finger entangled with the index finger like the index with the *******, to the surprise of italians a gesticulation of good luck.*

i never got the hang of it, i liked it,
i was young enough after all,
cartoon network still preserved scubidoo,
and he-man, then cow & chicken came
along and i lost it...
i didn't relate to the a.d.h.d. of the cartoons,
it was still sugar coloured, but just
too much rush, so i left it...
my favourite game on that old grey man
of consoles that was playstation 1 like a v.c.r.
for compact disks was tenchu: stealth assassin,
the fifth mission sexism, a merchant
is being ignoble, you're sent to assassinate him,
play as man, you get an automation
for hara kiri video sequence,
play as girl, he's too noble, you have to **** him
manually with his bow & arrow...
lovely snow flakes against nearing spring blossom...
finished it, oh yeah, it was a great game...
i played sim city 3000 because of the cool
jazz music...
the sims though? i freaked out when i moved my pawn
avatar to play computer games rather than
encapsulate a need for medieval armoury to stand
on my mahogany flooring altars of pixel fakes...
played the sim. into playing computer games
all the time and found the wormhole into reality
and thus freaked... stopped playing the game...
fun for a bit, but in terms of mozart & backstreet boys
chess still remains the game equivalent to music
compared classical: very abstract, very much no representative
of reality.
then i completed final fantasy vii with a guide book:
homework was more important, i craved the spoilers,
although i loved the aesthetics...
a three dimensional body walking about in a lavish
two dimensional canvas...
but tonight i remembered the pythagorean *******
of lara croft, all triangular...
years later i heard tomb raider 1 had a dinosaur in it...
never reached that bit...
i got to the part where i killed the pack of foxes
at the beginning and started to look at a two dimensional
fern in a three dimensional landscape...
the ****** fern rotated when i started eyeing it!
weird...
weirder still when i took the game from the computer
and put it against the night sky...
the night sky is like a fern, two dimensional,
but since i'm in an atmosphere of a three dimensional object
i simply can't see 2d;
even while i did a dervish drinking beer
at a memorial of those befallen in world wars, 1 and 2,
i couldn't prove that what day is said to be:
light refracted into blue from oceans...
the night didn't enforce: street lamps give out
such light pollution as to populate the void with stars...
so why the constellations of zodiac disappearing?
how many volts in the sun that you started to care about
energy-saving non-fluorescent piccadilly dead end of neon?
the way i see it, it madonna ice-cream cone bras...
is that the night sky is as 2d as the night sky...
it's so ******* big and wide you might think
an elephant stuck its truck into the **** duct of either ***
and trumpeted a sneeze for an extra expansion...
it's 2d to me... i in dervish couldn't prove i was 2d...
the universe couldn't prove my theory either,
for then i would see it rotate... but i did...
and i did see the background rotate, canvas was big enough
(after all), to allow a 3d stability, but given the 3d stability
also rotated on a ***** (winter in australia, summer in england)
if was all a bit like saying:
you shall not eat from the tree of knowledge -
but we did, and if we didn't,
there would be no excavation of potential,
no evolutionary ingenuity,
we would be beaks and wigs and tails rest assured
unexploited, not ready to delve into a depth that
assured us forks, knives, bridges, microscopes,
we'd be left with a consciousness for the likes of caves...
goo and veil have nothing to do with the case
proposed, god made man in satan's imagine,
and since satan warred with himself, man warred
with man serving a superiority over all things deemed lesser
by him.
which said says as much as:
the exponential evolution of technology
makes 30 year olds seem like grandparents
to the teenagers... which is odd and frankly, a bit funny.
Aleph Mar 2019
Welcome to this brave new world
no longer needing reality
into this new existence you’re hurled
we will replace everything with fantasy
you would like to live beyond your senses,
to transcend mortality

Embrace the illusion,
Existence vaporises itself
spreading the confusion
It  has its breaches its glitches,
but you want to be fooled
you want somebody to flip the switches
you want to be ruled

live in anonymity to avoid consequences
Project the right fictional life of pretences
Embrace life in the simulation
Reality is to plain and you are too trivial
Avoid the frustration
Swiftly avoid the material


Reconstruct your existence the way you always sought
Fill the void inside,
To the old you give no more thought
your  former has  died
destroy the absence drifting within
You new life will fast begin


Remake yourself to cast the divinity
you always craved to be  
indulge all the sins you hunger secretly
as a slave of the deception
you will finally feel free
close you eyes and allow yourself to drift
it will not take long now
Uploading complete...
Hurry hurry step right up!!! Everyone is a winner , don't change yourself change reality
Rosalia Nicole Aug 2013
Bliss
Is open
Vast and free.

It dissipates in an
Instant

Vanishes in
A sliver

Bliss cannot be kept
It can only be held
Sustained
And to sustain it
Requires faith
And hope
And a whole lot of energy
Determination

Is it worth it?

If it vaporises
What then?

We meet again
Grim
Grief
Desolation and
Despondency.

The hard at heart
The faithful servant
The optimistic fool

For I am not.

For they succeed

For I do not.
Roux Brown May 2019
Fog
It descends like a dull fog from the invisible abyss

Heavy

Thick

Numbing.

It imposes an obscure weight upon your limbs
Droops and sags your now unresponsive features
As you sink into the sour depths of inescapable solitude.

Your body abandons you
Your clouded mind shrivels up like your finger-tips after you lay limp in the tub for hours.

The fog vaporises your very being
You grab a stranger on the street and beg them to slap you
A fleeting attempt to escape the unresponsiveness that consumes you.

Futile.

This black fog drags you into declension
Stealing your essence and light with each relapse.

Inexorable.
Dr Peter Lim May 2019
The years need not remind
I am growing old
my major chord has been struck
the minor now takes hold--

dimness sets in to replace the once-shining light
winter has rushed in to ****** me to its unforgiving cold
my fading note vaporises in the thin air of the deepest night
the last page of my life has been read and my story will be told.
Dr Peter Lim Nov 2018
It would have been so easy
to say:  I've found myself
after groping in the blinding dark
a new -made illuminated man
who did once alone embark
upon a spiritual journey
saved, saved at last
(despite all odds)
as though I were hero
of some sort!

self-delusion!
a momentary spark
in time, occasioned
by a certain leaning
of mind and heart
by sudden emotions heightened
vaporises--doesn't last but
only the first breath
of a longing-to-be
a will-o'-the wisp
a mirage-

a harbinger
whispering:
hardly a start
towards the clear blue
unclouded sky
only a tiny path opening
marked Via Dolorosa
before the journey's ending
(until then it's still a self-drifting)
are you ready for more weeping?
* after TS Eliot
that moment you realise
that epiphany
that slaps reality
around your face
that you are not the poet
you had hoped to be
and that
perhaps it is time
to lay down your quill
and put away your ink
and disappear
into the ether
my heart
bleeds dry
as my dust vaporises
and floats into a void
jemia x
Vanita vats Oct 15
Each sip of
hot tea/coffee
Vaporises your emotions
With its steaming fumes
Lifts cooler air in mind

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