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Seranaea Jones Jul 2020
my panic sack would have
contained enough breath
to blow out most of this
year’s birthday candles

inverted,

a mask tumbles out like
some kind of lung-wallet,

hinting whispered
passwords

i hyperventilate into it
with resignation upon
each casting of a socially
distant wave

splashing between crests—

a sense of security swells
in my chest as i drown in

absolute safety...


"pest bag"
©2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
i wonder if they plan to build
colonies for the infected
this century ?
Nylee Jul 2020
Amazing
how the day spins
There are chains in
All entwined in

Amazing
How little my life means
To those I give my everything
it is humbling, to know your meaning

Amazing
In the scope of greens
I am a tiny speck of red
a very lonely feeling

Amazing
Cannot say anything
Without meaning other things
Deciding against it
The purpose defeating

Amazing
It is so small and beautiful
I am noticing the life beyond my life
I cannot help dreaming

Amazing
Every good thing
That happens after bad ones
That helps us forget
The last thing

Amazing
I am still living breathing
It is gratifying
How human is still a thing

Amazing
is my heart still beating
And it always for me.
Katherine Jul 2020
Shy crowns knocking gold together
Old earth resting for the span of a lifetime, barely a moment.
He says, ‘Doesn’t it make you feel insignificant?’
And you have to silence yourself, can’t respond to how incredibly wrong he is-
This is only the surface. In all the design of the world, at this moment, you are more significant than you ever have been.
Your being and breath feed this place. Everything else has been immaterial, if this is all you have ever done, if this is all you do, the very word to describe it is significant.
Cattatonicat Jun 2020
In a castle of sand

What are we breathing
What are we wasting
What are we protecting

Why did we build this castle
Why did I build this castle

I built it to leave it behind
I built it to love
I built it to live
Eman Jun 2020
I hope you’re still feeling peaceful
Some place where you’re safe
Separation is an illusion
You remain forever
                     tangled                     
                      in                        
      my        
depths
A message to my inner child. Written (2016)
The Dybbuk Jun 2020
The Ocean swallows everything,
eventually.
Gentle waves crash with the force of cars colliding,
and thirstily drink away the cliffs.
Beach houses, monuments to the capitalist aspirations of an illusory world, tumble into the surf.
Then, suddenly, the waves stop:
and the ocean swallows itself whole.
Breathing is like waves.
Mark Wanless Jun 2020
Keep on keeping on  never stop breathin
free   no place to flop
Keep on breathin walk walk step
keep on breathin   don't forget

Feel the heartache  keep on breathin
hurts so much   life caused it
Breathin breathin never stop
your not here if you don't fit

Oh baby  oh oh baby  oh baby
do wah do wah do wah

Under water for five days  breathin
a wonder   i'm amazed  just breathin
Oh oh baby breathin still breathin
till the end of days

do wah
neth jones Jun 2020
ground swell
and furniture at odds
storage collage
the breathing flutter
shutter-ring
lists

head blood flush
rush until taunt
and breathing...
                     an ail

air
off of still
warmth
pudding the chamber
tow my breathing
as ought

a gentle petitioning
takes effect

my senses are hooked back up
and i observe i am sat awkward
; floor and wall
untightening into feeling
Read like The Shipping Forecast if you like
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