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Aaron LaLux Nov 2017
There she is again,
accompanied,
by orangish lines of sunshine,
flowing,
along her face her form crystalline.

There she is again,
appearing as a vision does,
when one's searching for the soul,
beautifully majestical,
wild as the wind that blows,
many try but none are identical,
she is utterly unique,
a kindred spirit,
I am in awe at something so great,
I am both intrigued and I fear it,
like the appearance of a mighty Blue Whale,
when in the deep blue and you swim near it,

I desire to communicate in communion,
with the essence of her spirit,
it feels like a first time reunion,
yet I fear my words will be incoherent,

what words can I say to her,
how does one speak to God?

Translations,
are inadequate,
she is,
a living Angelic Artifact,

all of that…

And I think all of this,
as she passes by,

I,

wish,

there were more than mere words,
for she is more than mere mortal,
let us light up in brilliant light,
then blast off into the portal,

magical,
sensational,
inspirational,
gravitational,

she­ is the source,
of all inspiration,
she can keep one on course,
or lose one's concentration,

these are all thoughts I think,
as she draws near,
I better think of something to say quick,
before she forever disappears…


∆aron L∆ Lux ∆
Jenovah Aug 2017
My thoughts caved in on themselves
My knees became liquid beneath me
I found myself crash-landing
Onto the floor
A war waged inside of my stomach
Out came the contents of my lunch
It melded into the carpet
My chest felt like layers of brick
My throat became scratchy like razors
Like the razors that sunk so neatly
Into your flesh
We were a beautiful mess
The after math of lost reality
FRITZ Aug 2017
morning lights an overdose
easy breathing in the honey glow.

the light pushes through my dead plants
illuminating the wrinkled petals

the wind blows soft and smooth
my eyes are heavy and dim.

behind the lids dance cosmicly
patterns and queer visions.

leaving the real world to seek the truth
ill bring you back some flowers.
sticking my head out of the radio
Kevin May 2017
Surrendering myself to a most omniscient and superior presence I do recall--
a bliss of serene emotion, nothing could befall

A wormhole of colorful fractals my eyes consume;
absent of all fear, my soul begins to bloom

A beautiful vessel of the innerverse I take;
a tour of the mind, humbly I wait

Indescribable realms I am apprised, conceptually unfathomable to the conscious mind;
Scenes of divine aesthetics flood my eyes, myself I begin to find

Intense elation-- equivalent to a lifetime of ******* I am granted as I come to;
Forever indebted to this ritual which has been deemed so taboo
This poem is inspired from a DMT trip :)
Katarina May 2017
And there you were
Your eyes of moons
Your skin burning
Paper on the tongue

And there I was
My eyes resined red
Your little play thing
Your mademoiselle

Snap me in half
And who am I to talk?
I’m but poison
And that, that my darling,
Is why you will drink me
And then spit me out
And I will, once again,
Be Nothing.
Arcassin B Jun 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

I can't shake this feeling of being alone with you,
We started phase 2,
I'm pushing towards you,
Can't forget about you,
On the verge of meeting you,
No regrets of seeing you,
With these beautiful views,

As smooth as the ocean that magnifys our exuberance
In the final hours of our life and our virtues may come
And pass like the day has gone with a simple stance
Hoping you would be remorseful to all your family and
Your peers as well as your imaginary friends that fight
To the end just to keep you sane,
Tell me about it ! I know your pain,
Search and destroy your insecurity as well as your depression
Asking these questions for all of the rest of days will as
Extinguished learning more than all the times that jealousy
Comes between you and the one you love,
I know all of the things that your thinking of,
Your beauty doesn't compare to your smarts in the stages
Of your education when becoming complacent with all of
Your patients just turning the tides and equations,

I can't shake this feeling of being alone with you,
We started phase 2,
I'm pushing towards you,
Can't forget about you,
On the verge of meeting you,
No regrets of seeing you,
With these beautiful views.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-sight-of-you-and-that-flower.html
Jack Ghaven Jun 2016
I honestly enjoy my head space
Even though me and my demons come face to face
So often it has become mundane
I am rather fond of my brain
Though I know all I do is overthink
So often it puts me on the brink
I've come to appreciate the extremes
And for that matter my daydreams
I fall in and out of reality
Without the slightest feeling of abnormality
Yes I am indeed quite odd
I'm broken, I'm ****** up, I'm flawed
Every day is a discovery
No I'm no in need of recovery
Intended to be happy.  A kind of awareness of my own quirks and insanity, but totally thankful for all that I am, no matter how strange.
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