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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
Lotus May May 2020
inhale, exhale
i’m just choking on air
each breath reminds me
i’m living—but not really
just breathing enough to exist
Breathing is harder than it seems...
old willow May 2020
Today, I was sick.
The doctor said there was nothing wrong,
yet returning to the pavilion lake,
rains accompany my wakes.
A swelling sensation stuffed my chest,
I can't help but lay down and closed my eyes.
Raynne May 2020
A breath.

Each breath takes up part of a day.
Every breath restarts the clock of life.

Expansion.

The expansion of the lungs can be meaningful.

A sigh.
A squeal.
A gasp.

A breath.
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