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Dave Robertson Oct 2021
A life played on taut strings,
high-pitched and staccato
to breathlessness,
a break-necked tempo
that often feigns chest pains
and the vice hand we 3AM anticipate

Find a way to twist the machine head,
hear the cartoon sound effect
of boinging down
so your strum sounds loose,
slow, forgotten,
truth
Broken Pieces Jul 2020
1...
I try my best to breathe and count to ten.
          2...
I'm trying everything so I can feel again.
                     3...
The shaking comes and I can't seem to stop it.
                               4...
All of my thoughts are just telling me to commit.
                                         5...
I'm trying my best to see the beauty in life.
                                                    6...
But all I can focus on is the glistening knife.
                                                              7.­..
My thoughts become empty as I reach for my heart.
                                                          ­               8...
My head is clear and I'm no longer falling apart.
                                                                ­                   9...
I'm no longer afraid of death, I welcome it with open arms.
                                                           ­                                 10...
Now I don't even have to worry about the silent alarms.
Jo Jun 2020
one, two, three, breathe
one, two, three, breathe out

it's all in my head
that's what i keep reciting to myself
it's all in my head

but if it's all in my head
why is my heart pounding so loud?
it feels like it might just fall out
Olivia Sep 2019
I wish I could
t a k e  o f f
Leave my worries
b e h i n d
To somewhere we're all
k i n d
No break
d o w n s
No more
"c a l m  d o w n s"
Somewhere
f r e e
Somewhere I can be...
m e
Take off, calm down, somewhere free, only ups, no downs, only me.
دema flutter Jun 2018
I wake up when the morning takes its first few breaths and it guides my lungs along,
it says;
breathe, breathe child,
it's true you're in the bottom bulb of the hourglass,
but it's not the sand you're drowning in,
it's your thoughts.
Jawad May 2017
If I would have a fight with you
I'd suddenly smile and calm down
You'd say: Wait! I am not yet done!
You and I? No! We are not through!

I'd say: Okay, if you say so...
I only looked you in the face
Despite the anger and the frown
I still can see beauty and grace

And then the fight would really end
With a deep kiss, and long embrace...
I hope that many fights will end like this...
You say we're different
I say we're the same
We both have feelings
And we both have a brain

We both have ten fingers
Two eyes and one nose
We both have a smile
And we both have ten toes

But what about those
Who have no nose
And they can't stand up
Cause they have no toes

What about those
Who's smiles are dead
Because it was their turn
to have C4 strapped to their heads

What about those
Who have no rights
No choice at all
When it comes to their life

So, I hereby propose
That we all get along
Calm the **** down
And take a hit off my ****

Cause this world is messed up
Duh, we all got the memo
Lets all just be friends
Chill out, HELLO!?
Dedication to 9/11
Christina Dec 2014
There is a cacophony of verbal combustion;
Self esteem destruction,
Religions, opinions, forced down left and right,
Leaves one with such distress,
That sometimes we forget to breathe.

__


So breathe with me.
Breathe with me.

— The End —