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Z Sep 2018
6
Our fingers danced together
And bodies intertwined
Our breath a gentle zephyr
But you were never mine
Kelsey Chupp Sep 2018
i want love to feel
like i am out of breath

throat burning
heart pounding
chest heavy
lips gasping for air

lungs on the verge of collapsing

-k.j.c
9.20.18
Sandman Sep 2018
Every now and then
A thought
Interludes
Inside of us.
Lingering orchestral emotions stranded on the deaf note of darkness.
All this in the final exhale.
Phi Kenzie Sep 2018
Arms spread wide
knees bent in respect of tension
attention on your insides
spiraling out in spirit
hearing your heart beat

Feel the hum of life
teem within the absence
Esther Sep 2018
inhale

be aware
of what is on your mind
all the worries
all the hate
know them
feel them
steering every movement
spinning your thoughts
into oblivion
so that you can't remember
the you you once were
now stop

exhale
When it seems like the whole world is looking in your direction,
it sometimes feels as if you've lost connection,
between your senses and it's like your body forgets to breath.
The more there's focus,
the worse it gets,
and the spiral begins,
and you continue to speed,
towards the finish,
but all it does is take you more moments,
to get through what you need,
but soon you can't take it,
you just need to finally take that moment,
but it isn't enough.
Your breathing is rough,
as your words begin to stammer,
and stumble,
trying not to mumble,
you just want to pull through.
Just remember it's not as bad as you think you're doing.
Everyone's listening,
not judging the little mistakes that you're making.
Just take the time for yourself to breathe.
It's OK just to breathe.
No one's going to judge you.
You've already got there attention,
and it's no one's intention,
to mess you up.
It's just the nature of what you have to do.
Just remember,
it's OK to breathe.
I've got faith that you'll pull through.
Everyone wants you to succeed,
and I know you will.
The blade presses against my flesh.
The cool metal feels good on my skin.
I long for the pain to go away,
that harbors against my soul.

Why won't this feeling end?
This constant pounding in my head.
I want it all to disappear.
Could this be the only way?

Cut after cut,
they still aren't leaving.
Line after line,
they're still swarming.

The deeper I go,
the number I feel.
Yet the pain remains.
Nothing stops these thoughts.

If only you cared . . .
Maybe I wouldn't have done this.
Just one smile from you,
would have changed the world.

A last breath escapes my lips,
as I go to meet my maker.
Forever His.
Never yours.
If you or anyone you know struggles with anything that has you thinking of taking your own life, please don't hesitate to call this number - 1-800-784-2433. It leads straight to the US Suicide Hotline who have people willing to help you with whatever you're going through.

"Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten." ~ Stitch
Anya Sep 2018
It it better to write...

Like you breathe?
Like you're creating a piece of art?
Or like you're taking a test?
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