"vaporizing" poems
The only thing
keeping him sane
and
taming his demons,
the only thing
soothing his pains
and
vaporizing his worries
was the
night sky...
He knew,
he was falling hard
for night sky
but could do nothing
about it..
As Love has its very own
strange ways
to captivate a Heart !!
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Crystals are rushing the pathways of you, gleaming.
They are resting on the sound of a wave dreaming
alive all of the irresistible magnetism's that live here.
All the pieces of you that chime my bells of soul places;
You ring me true.
There's something about the complement that comes with you.
In a hot place of purity, we could become
the warmth of this desire, long numbed.
Vaporizing the cold from our flesh.
Programming dissipates within the crystal daze.
Is wrong of me to want a wiser way ?
[ Than that of the dullness of those in my range. ]
I love that I can always find you,
a few words over hanging on the same page.
I as the Princess, and you as the Sage.
I wish I could live in the daze forever.
A space where blasphemy does not reckon itself.
I wish it didn't matter whether,
your walk has been long or short, here in this passing life.
But I am blessed to have over lapped your time, so i sigh.
And wish upon another sunny time, with you.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
sent forth on a path of destruction,
the prince of war is parading
through orange tides of
burning torches—
the funeral rites of
the dead king.
the engine of entropy spits out little
agents of chaos like bees from a hive.
they will sow
in time for the harvest
and when the sun rises to adorn
their naked, furry bodies
with golden dew,
they will shiver
in the remnants
of every dead star
before this one ends again.
a banshee from the ages
arrives as a missile of
determined suffering
set to detonate in close
proximity to the loose reins
of my forgotten destiny.
she wears a crown of roses
and embraces me with
her thorns
in the realm of Nature’s
loveless fawn—
a birthed, forgotten creature
gilded in silver linings
only to melt at
the feet of
God’s love.
I have cried rivers of tears
for people that have left
and all it does is drown
the land in a flood
of never memories
that keep me
isolated in stagnancy.
the wet magic in my
blood is vaporizing from
my fingertips now,
the crackle of split
lightning spins through
my skyless eyes.
abbreviated life spans
chunked into pieces
of lives I never wanted to
live, yet helped form
me.
I see violence in the periphery—
muted and out of
focus.
oil-spitting broken android
smashing through houses
looking for his heart
before powering
down.
“I am clipped,”
she whispers.
*“my wings don't lift me
anymore.
I am a trophy in a
cage.
I am atrophy in a
cage.
singing about the world
beyond these bars.
set me free—
I see the
window!
my flight feathers
will grow back
and I will leave you—
yes,
but I might return
and sing
to you about
that world beyond
the window.
I am not yours
to keep—
set me free!”*
she commanded my heart,
so I did—
I set her free.
and she flew away
into the world
and left me
with a parting gift—
an open window
and a devastating song of silence
that echoes in my ribcage forever.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
I love the sound
of fresh papers
as they come
crinkling and
crackling out of
the package,
the aroma
of citrus and earth,
sweet smelling grass,
the sensation
of stickiness,
dulled spikes
of fresh stems,
the sight
of red orange flames
lapping up
crisp white paper,
of translucent
gray smoke
whisping
out of the small
opening of a pipe's mouthpiece,
the taste
of wisdom, sage, and ash,
vaporizing my insides,
filling my lungs
and brain
full of poetic fumes;
I love to break
you
down,
roll you up,
set you ablaze,
and
inhale
you,
vaporizing my insides,
filling my heart
and brain
full of poetic fumes.
I love to
get
high
off you;
I don't want
to
ever
get
clean.
Let's
roll
another.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
You are an unrelenting hurricane,
vaporizing everything in your path.
You are as fluent and necessary as water,
and as viscous as honey at room temperature,
always taking the path of most resistance.
But once you are warm you flow as freely as the sea,
and just as violent too.
And that is why you require a broadened cliff
for your unbridled waves to beat against,
a sturdy bomb shelter for your B-52 flybys;
an eye at the center of your storm,
perfectly peaceful and okay with all that you are.
Because you are the current within veins,
sending action potentials down axons and dendrites,
flooding presynaptic terminals with pieces of yourself.
And you will be someone else’s,
because you deserve all of this and more,
and these are all the things
I could never be for you.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
Like a bonfire you are
hard to look away from.
I feel your warmth
even from afar.
Get too close
and your intensity
is vaporizing.
If only you could be
a firefly in a jar,
I ‘d let you out at night
to spread your light,
and I'd bask in the burn you ignite,
but by day
I’d keep you away
in a jar on a shelf.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
I am the rain, filled up inside the ditch
the flood's rockets shooting to the sky
the black mystery in the electric stars, shocking
vaporizing my waves and the boats float on, plunged, and sinking
and the tidal waves keeps coming and beating whatever hand I throw up
to hold myself onto the plank and I drift away and fade away
in your eyes as they send the whole ocean to me and I'm blown away to
space in a space untraveled, and float without gravity or anything to hold me
and then split in two, one colliding toward earth and back to the ocean to
feel you drowning me with your eyes that echo the waves
and the moonlight fills my soul as the tree of life burns
and back up, far away
I still am floating and going farther, and farther away, entering in the
claustrophobia and the beautiful queen looks at me but can't choose which one,
the floating man who will one day vanish, or the man who keeps drowning with obsession
so, the right decision would be to say neither
but it doesn't solve anything, really
I kept pulling you inside,
so close until I died under your weight
and the rockets keep shooting up from the depths of the ocean
and I keep looking down at the definition of the shore
and the box keeps opening with new tricks and new
obsessions and the screams echo the screams in your eyes which flood
everything inside of me, and the screams echo the screams
and the screams echo the screams
and I'm poured out, your eyes, your body
it's changed
it's new
somehow
I collapse under your weight and your beauty, if you only knew
the waves and space are one (and could we be, I think, could we be)
yet the screams echo the screams
the screams echo the screams
the screams cannot be heard in space, or underwater
but that doesn't mean they aren't there
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Bleeding eclipse splatters anguish, scorching frozen terrain
Reservoir transmits despair, vaporizing humid remains
Noxious fumes plague ventilation, incinerating methane mutilates
Inhumane detonations ignite smog, dismembering shrapnel decimates
Bombardments stimulate hallucinations, assailants discharge magazines
Incendiaries barrage trenches, vulnerability flourishes disease
Artilleries eject carnage, atrocious quarantine impedes retreat
Projectiles massacre infantry, heinous airstrike parries deceit
Howitzer impersonates tempest, kamikaze technique revealed
Nautical battleships converge, perilous adversaries concealed
Submarines launch torpedoes, oblivious warships sealed doom
Submersed submersibles clash, claustrophobic vessels entomb
Drowning agony crushes depths, forsaken lagoon transforms necropolis
Aquatic daemons consume decrepit, infernal torment surrenders providence
Condemned mortals cauterize compassion, genocide exterminates consciousness
Snorkeling corpses mound topside, eradicated infestation forfeited holocaust
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
Thinking I would run
erasing, vaporizing
all the thoughts of self
my shoulder's dropping
defenses leaving
I feel your presence
tranquility and
serenity, you are life
and I am grateful
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Unimposing to the objects around.
Visualizing each item with vivid detail.
Haunting the forgotten sleeping synapse.
Hidden deep within the fiber.
Feeling lungs cascading violently.
Sundering pops of adrenaline punctuate.
Shadows cast doubt over courage.
Crossed eyes seeing double vision.
Tranquility forbid the beating heart.
Shaken steadily upon each migraine.
Broken toe acting subtle.
Windows eviscerating the light.
Dimming color and pigments alike.
Dancing brave the wildly fire.
Black and blue, mildly haze.
Images of demon and ghoul take the hour.
Sickened sunken skeletal room.
White tiles caress coldly as ice.
Air circulates with grim agenda.
Hands riddled with obnoxious arthritis.
Brooming the dust, sweeping the fear.
The beautiful black steed champions it away.
Red are the hoofs painting the scene.
Vaporizing the light by any means.
Delegating everything entirely serene.
Shootingstar, throttling deemed.
Brilliant cloud looming so high.
Setting the Sun into the sky.
Benevolent brother opposing shy.
Sorcering wisdom allowing to fly.
Devilish the Moon, waking my eye.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
People move in and out of life like ghosts,
Then they just fade off in early winter snow.
Buried between the buildings with shining tags
Like setting sun gleaming to get darken at end;
At last fading into nothingness with bright spring.
New leaves hiding the unmarked graves, making them invisible.
Shadow of memories blossoming yet remains forgotten.
Moving like phantom between the walls.
A phantom well known and well lived yet never be seen.
People move in and out of life like ghosts
Drifting away in autumn with footsteps walking away,
Rushing towards the invisible fire lengthening the shadows.
Like birds returning at evening, flying early with all hopes.
Leaving behind trail of feathers, scattered everywhere,
Sun singeing them brutally into cinders, to be carried by tired butterflies.
People move in and out of life like ghosts
Leaving a wisp of lily in the seething summer air.
Tantalized for more but yielding for none yet vaporizing with each breath,
Craving for never ending corporeal appetite.
Ghosts they are neither man nor woman,
Beating heart which recognize neither brute nor human.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
And I gave my First Snowglobe to them.
…And When I had given that to them, I had told him to give me a gift in return that may have more to itself than just simple life.
“Inahah oona sept amni kquestal”.
Yet I had no other thing to give, this broken soul, beyond more than just flesh, I was naught. And so she had nothing more to me than that of the great overtone, the great silence of the earth, of space, her arms stretching invisible to hold our gaze to her innumerable foreign light show and state--
Perhaps there is another lover of soul somewhere within?
And he said simply to me, that there is someplace for me to be, someone for me to see-- that there was innumerable and inexplicable, incalculable and incomprehensible, powerful and overwhelming deterministic fate that guides my eyes, lets me chose without choosing, think without thinking, know without knowing.
And he knew—and she knew—and they knew with a knowing that I can never know; true and whole and unspoken, I can only dream to describe.
"We made the world for us, for you."
And I felt their love radiate that ferrous heart, steeled with centuries of pain and removal, heated by the ***** of her truth and guided by the loving, tender hand of his true brilliance that blinded and pleasured my aching eyes.
The entire web of the cosmos, in my eyes, dreaming and thinking that maybe I’d be back there one day, whole, float-- bool and cruelty of world inconsequential within the vast expanse of everything—
A powerful, emanative, restorative code of the universe that held itself no information but all, no hate but the misidentified ache of longing love, differed from the soul of the grinding earth—so far away from god through sickly skin and broken bone that without expanding into time and vaporizing into pure light, these feelings which we can never know.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
at least you're hot in your indiscretions
your hands glued to my cheek bones
and my mouth met yours i--
loved
the
way
your
hair smelled
i hope i am not too hot
to scare you away
and i'm feeling like scalding water vaporizing
should i gather around your feet and kiss your toes?
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
My tears are like razor wire
Upon my ****** skin
They bleed my emotions
"
"
"
Feelings
Abandonment
Suffering
In silence, my tears
Scream down my face,
In silence to others
But every moment one falls
Nails
Scream
Upon a
Chalk
Board,
Deafening my senses, they
Loosen from my face
Falling like,
Atomic Bombs
Cleansing,
Vaporizing,
Emotions,
On the ground below,
My tears scream out in silence
And I am the only one that can hear..
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Around a fire laughing like wolves
Nostalgia ran, the wind was cold
Eyes from a shaved head, her shoulders
Glowing in the firelight like a limelight night
Skies of the ocean run around beach-tree eyes
Put your arms on mine, laugh with me
Gaze into your blue eyes and ask why?
Why is your mouth so dry?
Let's go out and get some fresh air!
What's on your mind now?
I bury myself in your red hair
Vaporizing all the clouds
In a cocoon of your pale arms
Like the womb and its charms
You feel wet and red like a lamb
We all wept and fled for the sound.
Lies of the motions around peach-tree thighs
Put your arms on mine, laugh with me
We gaze into our own eyes and ask why?
Why can't I lay with you tonight?
Let's go out and get some fresh air!
What are you thinking about?
Bury myself in your red hair
And forget the shroud
It's all right now. Come close to me.
Let me hold you. Let us sleep.
It's cold right now. Come close to me.
I will warm you. Let us be.
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC
*without a word
we told each other:
"let's not explain anything
and stop the rainbow from vaporizing"
the moment stood still,
like a big red blimp
hovering above
overlooking
the breath taking vista of hills
where the dawn
displayed its magic, yet again
but in front of our eyes, like never before,
the moment suspended motion,
for a long long while,
till we lost all sense of time;
wasn't it heaven brought down for us?
will it happen again, our hearts beating in unison,
repeatedly was asking.*
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
I am spreading myself out across the splintering voids of the crackling civilization
One borrowed hair tie,
T shirt
Bobby pin
At a time.
I am the little presents and treasures
You keep for no reason
And you are my mix CDs.
You are the summer when i
Was most like the trees- swaying and bending in the vaporizing heat
Of an august afternoon.
I am ashes scattered to the wind
Begging to begin again
With an old friend.
Cem 427a 11015
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
Ah my dark lover
buried in the shadows of my mind
yet always in sight
creeping on my blood vines
through jungles only I should know
it is there you flow
to torment me, love me
to my confession
entering into my heart source
permeating its every beat
with your eternal heat
your cloud vaporizing into my soul
meling all essence together
you have been there forever
tormenting me, loving me
to my confession
you my devil, my angel,
my everything
will now hear finallly
that which you longed for...
I am yours forevermore
Nov 14, 2009
Nov 14, 2009 at 6:15 PM UTC
Trails Of Love
Breathe in the trail of love
Ice river vaporizing the pain
of old heartaches
The light years afar melt downs
I feared to taste what love had
to give to me
I breathe inside my soul
sweetness of true love
The sweet abundance of stars
instilling dark
I look to see if I could find
your name in the heavens
Where the moon sings out to the
millions of stars dancing around
That gives out pleasure in the
flowers and the beautiful sea
I feel you my love watching over me
were love is found springing of the year
I hold you near
with love in the air
The beating of two hearts becoming one
It's love that keeps us holding on
Breathe in the trail of love
Ice river vaporizing the pain
of old heartaches
The light years afar a melt downs
I feared to taste what love had been about
Love can be very sweet
When the golden sun is sinking
my heart form care free
when thousands of stars blinking
I must think
did you ever think about me?
Poetic Judy Emery © 1986
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
i
I speak my mind in rhyme;
Disintegrating evil on obsidian wings
hell bent Raven no longer sings...
Vaporizing hate, sin and greed
Devil's invasion fills our need...
ii
Raven responds in prose;
I am but a messenger, deliverer of terror, a dismal speck in a sea
of wrong doers. you all have created me with your deeds of
hatred. I am but an innocent bird that was born to sing of
love, freedom and hope.
I was chosen by evil itself, and now you destroy me with
your words, your interaction of good.
iii
I speak my mind in rhyme a second time;
You shall return back to the dust which you came
spreading your words of dread in the Devils name
you'll no longer bask in Satan's game...
iiii
Ravens last prose before his demise;
One day you'll see, it's not me, you're all doomed
I simply deliver what is asked of me. a hired hand if you will.
a deal made long ago with the shadows. the lurking darkness
for which i was drawn. in hindsight i shall never of landed in
the hand of evil, but.....
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
Living in the city
It's difficult to tell
A plane from a star
You look up
At a twinkling
And it moves
In another place
There is a dark
So dark you cannot
See your feet on the
The path you have to
Feel your way
To a mountain top
Where high above
Beyond a panoramic sea
The stars roll out
From horizon's glow
Until they seem to stand
Above your head
In depths so deep
They merge as clouds
Their twinkle blurred
A cosmic steam of stars
Vaporizing into light
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
My time trickles away like tears weakly holding lashes,
Yet my memories do not fade; A scar everlasting.
So easily, I’m replaced though these feelings will not wane
This heart, it runs in place to destination: Far Away.
The dreams inside of me become missed opportunities,
As I’m kept tied to this leash you wander out of my reach.
Am I already forgotten, another blurry face?
Did the mark I hoped to leave just vanish, without a trace?
You’ve stained my thoughts with visions, that haunt me throughout the night
And when I’ve awakened, I find, my heart can only cry.
Please, take from me these emotions that penetrate my mind,
Disappear like a pleasant dream, for me to never find;
As I blink away my sleep, I’ll be kissing you goodbye.
Meeting like dew on a leaf, vaporizing in sunlight.
-SLuR
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
it's only a little bit like a toothache when your
eyes well over in that muted, melancholy way.
i had so sorely forgotten this place
the anxiety, fresh like a cresting wave
that languid boil in my throat
the therapist tells me that I have to take deep breaths and
hold myself where it burns, tenderly
but i always end up choking myself.
limp attempts to strangle the fervent clamor
my brain revolves a harrowing dialogue,
masquerading as novel thoughts
this afternoon i stood, back to the sweat-slicked masses
my own mess of rank and fear dripping from brow to navel
tears vaporizing mid-air before they could season the eggs
and i realized in the most painful way
that the pallid, grease-burned hands stroking my neck
in some strange semblance of comfort
might as well be his,
they should have cremated him.
i ache to hold reverence on the same ground in which he rots.
you were humming between my legs while i twitched and gasped and then i burst into tears. wracking sobs, really, the kind that make my chest hitch and your mouth kept hitting my ***** bone while i shook, orgasming and crying.
i want to say a lot of things about the why, how and of course and to be honest with you and i think
but my lips are too swollen with his death. his bloated corpse is hiding in my throat, slicing up my insides, and i'm so ******* allergic, can't you see in the ways my hands flail and my eyes bulge?
all the lengths of my skin are boiling,
your validation a soothing salve
for a moment, before dissipating in my wretched heat
can't you see that this all fell into place decades ago? from the very first time you had somewhere better to be, someone else who needed your time and space, i was already burning.
so small and slight, trembling just a little bit.
it was you you YOU
all of you, now dead and rotting or just as good as
i refuse to join you.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
I stand out here alone in the night,
The sky is almost bright,
Birds tweeting, dogs barking in the distance, leaves dancing in the wind,
And Im smoking a cigarette, that is becoming shorter and shorter.
In front of me, is an old house,
And in that house is a flashy room in which a TV’s playing,
While everyone is long asleep, there is only me and the person in that room awake,
There is a strange connection between us two now and he will never know.
Suddenly the dogs stopped barking, birds kept on tweeting, the room kept on flashing,
Smoke is rising to the almost bright night sky,
Vaporizing in the dancing leaves,
I’m waiting for something.
Sensing the inevitable loneliness around me in the deep night,
I thank for the moment of silence to heal my spirit from the wounds of yesterday,
The cigarette is dying,
And so am I.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
I think i should apply for a mental health alleviation position
Because I've been making sure these people don't severely hurt themselves or commit suicide
I'm here to help you and i want absolutely nothing in return
It's one of the gifts God gave me
To make people feel better
And to be their vase to store all their tears
Here is to all the years
Of healing and wellness
That i'm bestowing upon them
Because it's an acting role where i'm not acting
I mean it
I love vaporizing the pain
It makes my mind less scorned from my own predicaments
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC