Sublime. Wonderful. Beautiful. Amazing. I am all of these things, I promise you. You will never have to worry. Or fret. Or anything of the sort because I am always here watching out for you. Always. And forever. Do not forget me, for I never forget you.
Senah Guynes
A band, a meaning, a word, a lifestyle. A way to think. Sublime, is colorful, peaceful, meaningful and soulful. Sublime is Sublime. Flowers, people fire and weed.
Chance Crozier
i have no clue what this word is i looked it up and it didn’t even tell me what it meant
i am crazy
Standing in front of this frame. From the wall, it’s staring back at me. The light hits just right, the edge of a mountain or the back of a tree line. It’s frightning, almost, it’s gradure is suffocating. The sublime ressonates through the room. I’m glued into place. Alone.
Macha Dubois
the feeling when you are just so happy, you don’t even know why. good things are just coursing through your body. you are at peace. inner peace. not like the feeling i have right now. it’s that feeling when you first fall in love. you are floating on a cloud. or when something really exciting happens, like you get a new job. or when you get married to your beautiful wife. of just being free.
Cosmo
About Science. IT is connected to liquid substances and etc.
this word. i heard it thrown around so much in art theory lessons, as well as in my magical realism class. its supposed to mean something that is greater than existence or understanding. and i haven’t been able to see how this applies to art, to be honest. i’ve come to realise that it’s something that i associate more with the feeling of standing in front of a majestic landscape, or the sensation of a blizzard whipping snow at your cheeks, or the feeling of being engulfed when you lie down on grass and look at the clouds swim overhead. or the feeling of someone brushing my hair behind my ears, soft lips against mine. when i look into his eyes and i see myself and think that this is the only place that i really, truly, exist. that’s all i can call sublime.
the sublime is a theory in which there are more things to the earth than what you really think. The sublime is something that exists beneath human understanding. Things that exist in the sublime level include music and artistic expression. Sublime sublime sublime. sublime is also a punk rock/ska band from the 90’s.
cory
What the heck is sublime? I saw the word used yesterday…never looked it up. Does it mean mildly so
She stared into the ocean, shrunken in comparison. She felt so small. And so powerless. She no longer felt like she had the ability to say no. That’s what the ocean did to her. It took her away from herself, made her examine the inside of her own face, head, brain, hands, chest… it was out of body to the highest degree.
I feel very thoughful and sublime at two times in a day at dusk and at dawn
Jahnavi dave
I GOD IS SUBLIME
kakaka
Sublime is an interesting word because it makes me think about a subject that is almost the exact opposite of its definition. I think of slugs or jello-like substances. Usually of the green colour and in sewers.
lydia
Peaceful. Restful. All encompassing peace. Also a band from the 90s. I associate sublime with a joy and peace that cannot be explained. This is a stupid explanation and terrible prompt. It does not make me feel sublime.
I wondered what this feeling was. It was less a feeling of peace, it was deeper than that. It was fuller than just peace. It was as if all the worries had left my body and mind and I was just one with whatever greater forces there are. I was whole.
Dustin
My roses
my darling
my carmel candle light
my mountains
my pastures
come for me come for me
please feel free to leak your lavender tears onto my pillow
ill always forgive you
please love me
please love me
youre pure
youre humble
love me
love me
Lou
this guy i hooked up with in high school listened to a lot of sublime. when he would come over to my house to dry hump me, i would ask him what kind of music he wanted me to put on and he wouldn’t like anything on my ipod. when we made out we only played one song by the pixies and one by the violet femmes. to this day those songs remind me of being 15.
julia
Really? Sublime, like the band from the 90’s? Should i type lyrics here? [“I don’t practice Santaria, I ain’t got no crystal ball, I had a million dollars, but I, I spent it all!”]
I give off an intelligent air. So, I should be able to know this word, sublime. But in fact I don’t. Sublime kind of rhymes with lime. I think limes are much to sour for me, and their green color can be quite distressing. It’s like eating an avocado. I’m not against this, but it is quite odd. It’s almost as if the lime is impersonating the avocado. That wouldn’t be fair to the avocado, of course. They should be able to bask in their individuality and become something magnificent, and sublime.
sublime is hard to find. what, in a world well-traveled, springs up to surprise and delight us? it is more a matter of how we look than what we see. either we strive to have a child’s eyes, or we let time wear down our capacity for wonder
Subliminal messages are insanely creepy. They make one do unconscious and subconscious things which are beyond what the human mind is capable of controlling. In the song, the yellow submarine, it’s catchy tune is awesome. Lime is also a fruit. So being sub-lime, means its a non-sour lemon.
Vanessa
HUMAN
Pick the word so I can write about you. Because you are an old friend but a new thing, and now my life is full of pleasant surprises. Its easier stepping through the rubble of our failed marriages while you are holding my hand. I will send you messages and juvenile emojis when your wife sacks your accountant and bans you from seeing your kids. I will offer genuine sympathy with a yellow smiley face.
I do feel very sorry that my husband does not have another hand to hold. No human to touch. He looks so lonely and broken. And he sees me and knows that it is you who has bought the colour back to my face. Its cruel in the face of his suffering, but I can’t help smiling at the thought of you.
Sublime. Is it some part of a lime? That’s why it’s sub-lime. It’s the process of solid becoming gas, skipping the stage of becoming a liquid, pretty much like taking a shortcut towards becoming a free spirit. If only we can break free of our troubles like in solid particles and be free and roam around like gas particles through sublimation in life.
Joshua
TRIPLETS
Please, don’t even mention triplets. People tell you lies about having children. I think its because its something that nearly everybody does so no one likes to admit its a terrible mistake. They don’t tell you the foul truth of breast feeding, that in the beginning it feels as if someone is piercing your raw nipples with industrial pincers. And they don’t tell you that you spend the first two years of your child’s life crawling around the floor, picking up squashed food, wiping up vomit, changing nappies, trying not to vomit yourself from the hideous stench, clutching your screaming baby praying for your husband to get home so you can run out the door. To the pub. To get a double vodka.
There is an ice maker on my fridge and an antique turkish rug covering the floorboards. The rooms look pretty like the ones you see on Pinterest pages. There are diamonds in the drawer of my bedside table – my mother’s engagement ring, earrings, a brooch left to me by my auntie and the glittering remnants of a failed marriage. I have a car, half a house and way too many televisions. My children have collected a universe of i-stuff. Things. Signs of wealth. But without you I may as well be a refugee. I am lost and empty.
The english butter toffee from the dollar store tasted sublime, if by “sublime” you meant raucous and dead at an early age, aka poisonous.
Timn
I see the world far more clearly with my eyes closed. Moving becomes floating and I actually feel the road beneath my feet, walking into nothing. I draw breath and it lifts me. Birdsong chimes more clearly and behind my eyes the light dances in sublime arrays of moving colours.
“Sublime,” I said, taking a whiff and smiling. I was surprised at how easy it was to forget about the things of the past, but all too soon the events came back and I frowned and looked down, crushing the grin that had just barely begun to form on his face.
Senah Guynes
the sky would fall, he would call it sublime. he wasn’t the kind of person to let an apocalypse go against his feelings of beauty: he strove to find the breathtaking aesthetic value of even the literally breathtaking hit to the chest that caused fatalities and injuries.
The way she held my hand was a feeling I never felt before. The way her fingers locked with mine, and the softness of her thumb above my palm. There was nothing else in the world like it. Fresh cotton could compare, but I’d never get this feeling from clean laundry.
Alyssa
The thought of returning to the sensation provided me a sublime sense of gratitude. I was happy to go back to it, no matter what the aftermath. Because what exists in that world is far greater than anything else.
Jeremiah Jaster
life is sublime when you’ve got a dime, a nickle in your pocket to rattle past the time until you see him next in corduroys & a leather vest
Chantal Plourde
The choir was sublime, like a translucent creak flowing over smooth rocks, like honey being drizzled from a silver spoon, like the red velvety curtains in the auditorium.
Longinus had a lot to say “On the Sublime.” His treatise a philosophy on the quality of incalculable greatness, excellence so unparalleled that a creation goes on to outlast the creator, in some cases the influence of a particular work can still be felt millenniums away in all the offshoots it inspires. I read what was left of his text in class once. Like Reading Rainbow claims, “it’s in a book if you look.” Only this search cost me $500 a credit hour plus the price of books, fees, and parking permits, how’s all that art and knowledge of the highest aesthetic going to pay my bills when I could have just read a library book and a Wikipedia entry? Then again, we only have bits of what he said, the irony being not enough of his wisdom lived on in text form. Valuable and invaluable, what kind of exchange rate determines the worthiness of words, I wonder. Perhaps in a unit called: sublime.
The oysters and champagne are truly a sublime experience, unparalleled specimens of their catch and vintage, but without another soul to share any of it with her, she’s rendered mute. Fed well, yet left hungry. Alienation leaves her unsatisfied. Her fingers weave into her hair as she silently curses beneath her breath that all the waiting will one day be worth it.
Quicksilver Screen
The view of the city from our hotel balcony was absolutely sublime, all of the building lit up in blues and greens and reds. My wife poured herself another glass of champagne, while I was simply comfortable with propping myself against the iron railing, staring into the night and basking in the glow of all the holiday decorations and hues. As the air got colder around me, I heard a sharp, rasping noise nearby, and when I turned my head to look, I discovered an older man sitting on the balcony adjacent to ours, coughing loudly into a handkerchief that was spotted as crimson as the Christmas tree strands.
there was a big explosion and my friend in other terms had a sublime expression on his face.
God is speaking :)
Sublime. Wonderful. Beautiful. Amazing. I am all of these things, I promise you. You will never have to worry. Or fret. Or anything of the sort because I am always here watching out for you. Always. And forever. Do not forget me, for I never forget you.
A band, a meaning, a word, a lifestyle. A way to think. Sublime, is colorful, peaceful, meaningful and soulful. Sublime is Sublime. Flowers, people fire and weed.
i have no clue what this word is i looked it up and it didn’t even tell me what it meant
Standing in front of this frame. From the wall, it’s staring back at me. The light hits just right, the edge of a mountain or the back of a tree line. It’s frightning, almost, it’s gradure is suffocating. The sublime ressonates through the room. I’m glued into place. Alone.
the feeling when you are just so happy, you don’t even know why. good things are just coursing through your body. you are at peace. inner peace. not like the feeling i have right now. it’s that feeling when you first fall in love. you are floating on a cloud. or when something really exciting happens, like you get a new job. or when you get married to your beautiful wife. of just being free.
About Science. IT is connected to liquid substances and etc.
this word. i heard it thrown around so much in art theory lessons, as well as in my magical realism class. its supposed to mean something that is greater than existence or understanding. and i haven’t been able to see how this applies to art, to be honest. i’ve come to realise that it’s something that i associate more with the feeling of standing in front of a majestic landscape, or the sensation of a blizzard whipping snow at your cheeks, or the feeling of being engulfed when you lie down on grass and look at the clouds swim overhead. or the feeling of someone brushing my hair behind my ears, soft lips against mine. when i look into his eyes and i see myself and think that this is the only place that i really, truly, exist. that’s all i can call sublime.
the sublime is a theory in which there are more things to the earth than what you really think. The sublime is something that exists beneath human understanding. Things that exist in the sublime level include music and artistic expression. Sublime sublime sublime. sublime is also a punk rock/ska band from the 90’s.
What the heck is sublime? I saw the word used yesterday…never looked it up. Does it mean mildly so
She stared into the ocean, shrunken in comparison. She felt so small. And so powerless. She no longer felt like she had the ability to say no. That’s what the ocean did to her. It took her away from herself, made her examine the inside of her own face, head, brain, hands, chest… it was out of body to the highest degree.
I feel very thoughful and sublime at two times in a day at dusk and at dawn
I GOD IS SUBLIME
Sublime is an interesting word because it makes me think about a subject that is almost the exact opposite of its definition. I think of slugs or jello-like substances. Usually of the green colour and in sewers.
Peaceful. Restful. All encompassing peace. Also a band from the 90s. I associate sublime with a joy and peace that cannot be explained. This is a stupid explanation and terrible prompt. It does not make me feel sublime.
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I wondered what this feeling was. It was less a feeling of peace, it was deeper than that. It was fuller than just peace. It was as if all the worries had left my body and mind and I was just one with whatever greater forces there are. I was whole.
My roses
my darling
my carmel candle light
my mountains
my pastures
come for me come for me
please feel free to leak your lavender tears onto my pillow
ill always forgive you
please love me
please love me
youre pure
youre humble
love me
love me
this guy i hooked up with in high school listened to a lot of sublime. when he would come over to my house to dry hump me, i would ask him what kind of music he wanted me to put on and he wouldn’t like anything on my ipod. when we made out we only played one song by the pixies and one by the violet femmes. to this day those songs remind me of being 15.
Really? Sublime, like the band from the 90’s? Should i type lyrics here? [“I don’t practice Santaria, I ain’t got no crystal ball, I had a million dollars, but I, I spent it all!”]
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I give off an intelligent air. So, I should be able to know this word, sublime. But in fact I don’t. Sublime kind of rhymes with lime. I think limes are much to sour for me, and their green color can be quite distressing. It’s like eating an avocado. I’m not against this, but it is quite odd. It’s almost as if the lime is impersonating the avocado. That wouldn’t be fair to the avocado, of course. They should be able to bask in their individuality and become something magnificent, and sublime.
sublime is hard to find. what, in a world well-traveled, springs up to surprise and delight us? it is more a matter of how we look than what we see. either we strive to have a child’s eyes, or we let time wear down our capacity for wonder
Subliminal messages are insanely creepy. They make one do unconscious and subconscious things which are beyond what the human mind is capable of controlling. In the song, the yellow submarine, it’s catchy tune is awesome. Lime is also a fruit. So being sub-lime, means its a non-sour lemon.
HUMAN
Pick the word so I can write about you. Because you are an old friend but a new thing, and now my life is full of pleasant surprises. Its easier stepping through the rubble of our failed marriages while you are holding my hand. I will send you messages and juvenile emojis when your wife sacks your accountant and bans you from seeing your kids. I will offer genuine sympathy with a yellow smiley face.
I do feel very sorry that my husband does not have another hand to hold. No human to touch. He looks so lonely and broken. And he sees me and knows that it is you who has bought the colour back to my face. Its cruel in the face of his suffering, but I can’t help smiling at the thought of you.
Sublime. Is it some part of a lime? That’s why it’s sub-lime. It’s the process of solid becoming gas, skipping the stage of becoming a liquid, pretty much like taking a shortcut towards becoming a free spirit. If only we can break free of our troubles like in solid particles and be free and roam around like gas particles through sublimation in life.
TRIPLETS
Please, don’t even mention triplets. People tell you lies about having children. I think its because its something that nearly everybody does so no one likes to admit its a terrible mistake. They don’t tell you the foul truth of breast feeding, that in the beginning it feels as if someone is piercing your raw nipples with industrial pincers. And they don’t tell you that you spend the first two years of your child’s life crawling around the floor, picking up squashed food, wiping up vomit, changing nappies, trying not to vomit yourself from the hideous stench, clutching your screaming baby praying for your husband to get home so you can run out the door. To the pub. To get a double vodka.
WEALTH
There is an ice maker on my fridge and an antique turkish rug covering the floorboards. The rooms look pretty like the ones you see on Pinterest pages. There are diamonds in the drawer of my bedside table – my mother’s engagement ring, earrings, a brooch left to me by my auntie and the glittering remnants of a failed marriage. I have a car, half a house and way too many televisions. My children have collected a universe of i-stuff. Things. Signs of wealth. But without you I may as well be a refugee. I am lost and empty.
The english butter toffee from the dollar store tasted sublime, if by “sublime” you meant raucous and dead at an early age, aka poisonous.
I see the world far more clearly with my eyes closed. Moving becomes floating and I actually feel the road beneath my feet, walking into nothing. I draw breath and it lifts me. Birdsong chimes more clearly and behind my eyes the light dances in sublime arrays of moving colours.
“Sublime,” I said, taking a whiff and smiling. I was surprised at how easy it was to forget about the things of the past, but all too soon the events came back and I frowned and looked down, crushing the grin that had just barely begun to form on his face.
the sky would fall, he would call it sublime. he wasn’t the kind of person to let an apocalypse go against his feelings of beauty: he strove to find the breathtaking aesthetic value of even the literally breathtaking hit to the chest that caused fatalities and injuries.
The way she held my hand was a feeling I never felt before. The way her fingers locked with mine, and the softness of her thumb above my palm. There was nothing else in the world like it. Fresh cotton could compare, but I’d never get this feeling from clean laundry.
The thought of returning to the sensation provided me a sublime sense of gratitude. I was happy to go back to it, no matter what the aftermath. Because what exists in that world is far greater than anything else.
life is sublime when you’ve got a dime, a nickle in your pocket to rattle past the time until you see him next in corduroys & a leather vest
The choir was sublime, like a translucent creak flowing over smooth rocks, like honey being drizzled from a silver spoon, like the red velvety curtains in the auditorium.
Longinus had a lot to say “On the Sublime.” His treatise a philosophy on the quality of incalculable greatness, excellence so unparalleled that a creation goes on to outlast the creator, in some cases the influence of a particular work can still be felt millenniums away in all the offshoots it inspires. I read what was left of his text in class once. Like Reading Rainbow claims, “it’s in a book if you look.” Only this search cost me $500 a credit hour plus the price of books, fees, and parking permits, how’s all that art and knowledge of the highest aesthetic going to pay my bills when I could have just read a library book and a Wikipedia entry? Then again, we only have bits of what he said, the irony being not enough of his wisdom lived on in text form. Valuable and invaluable, what kind of exchange rate determines the worthiness of words, I wonder. Perhaps in a unit called: sublime.
The oysters and champagne are truly a sublime experience, unparalleled specimens of their catch and vintage, but without another soul to share any of it with her, she’s rendered mute. Fed well, yet left hungry. Alienation leaves her unsatisfied. Her fingers weave into her hair as she silently curses beneath her breath that all the waiting will one day be worth it.
The view of the city from our hotel balcony was absolutely sublime, all of the building lit up in blues and greens and reds. My wife poured herself another glass of champagne, while I was simply comfortable with propping myself against the iron railing, staring into the night and basking in the glow of all the holiday decorations and hues. As the air got colder around me, I heard a sharp, rasping noise nearby, and when I turned my head to look, I discovered an older man sitting on the balcony adjacent to ours, coughing loudly into a handkerchief that was spotted as crimson as the Christmas tree strands.