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Crimsyy Feb 2017
Nicotine



I cannot ignore

how loudly love knocks

whilst you and I exchange

meaningful eye locks.

You are my Lucida,

my brightest star,

though I never intended

for you

to take so much space

in my heart;

I cannot tell where

your fervency ends

and my love starts.

You are an iota of heartache,

mixed with a hint of nicotine

and sprinkled with flaws,

reminding me broken beings

should be healed with love

not bandaids or empty promises

(though they're the same).

My darling, sublimity scintillates 

in your eyes and

I cannot explain in a rhyme

the many ways you make me feel sublime.



A/N: Hey guys! An update after a long time!! I know this is not the order that the poems go, but I felt inspired to write about *this person and so I thought why not? If you'd like to, comment some feedback, thoughts, and / or questions  (:
Austin Stafford Jan 2017
Endless thoughts swim
inside my head
as I drift into a
lyrical sea. Emotions
surge in rhythmic waves
as sublime ideas
flood the pages.
Paper drenched in
melodic verse,
passion gushes
and I'm engulfed,
drowning in the
whispers of my soul
as the ink
flows from my pen
Austin Stafford Jan 2017
In the darkness I lay,
crossing the threshold bathed in dreams,
I enter the moonless midnight of my mind
Drifting in a sea of melancholy,
its Elysian depths filled with
sublime words beyond black and white.
The meraki tides wash me unto a twilight shore
where a forest of eternal autumn stands.
Deep, dark, and lovely.
Inside, a strange world I must venture,
finding places once forgotten
and seeking secrets hidden within shadows.
The cracks and spiderweb shatters
within my being, fan out like a map.
A guide for the wanderlust;
the essence trapped within my veins.
Upon a soft breeze
carries the whispers of my soul.
Rustling my heartstrings
like wind through chimes and into my bones.
Keeping at bay the demons that lurk
and the ghosts that haunt.
Wandering through these dark woods,
set ablaze, I roam through that ethereal chaos.
Upon that place I stand.
My Midnight Soul.
We break bread with bricks.
Catch our thumbs every time.
Blame those neighborhood ******!
Isn't misplaced hate sublime?

                                 -Richard J. Treitner
                                      Dec. 29th., 2016
A beautiful house on the Rhine in wanderlust today mustn't appease though transient didn't seem quite there yet as my entire bus would question, it never quite seemed like something I'd see here in style as Shia would wear a scarf yet their demand at a pawn shop by a fence that by any stretch was more than my approbation today but at least I'd wait for a day or two that would almost take the place of a dream that once really seemed there only though the daily operation of it which now seems so artificial here as I examine a thong that once bore her name here.  This is the most straightening up I'd done for awhile but these jokes aside I like the way she moveed me when I got here just before day break last night, "the sun has risen here again"!
Sabrina O'Connor Dec 2016
On the edge.
No, not close to the edge.
Right there ******.

Terrifying, lovely.
Lovely, indeed.

Sublime.

I'm afraid, to be honest
of letting go and of letting in.

I'm so close to falling, yet I waiver, I wonder, I stall
I'm unsure.






I've never been so sure.
Draw open the curtains, let the light in!
Let the love proceed in its own discipline
Do appreciate praise of beauty is no sin
Give me your hand let me whole to win

My beloved take love hope to the prime
Let us take maximum advantage of time
My emotions are pure my passion sublime
To love your beauty my love is not crime

Let take the taste when weather is for us
Give me juicy cheeks take bundle of buss
My love take hand in hand and let me Avis
I am your lake and you are my sweet lotus

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jellyfish Oct 2016
You make my heart soar,
You make me feel sublime.
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