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NoislessShackles Aug 2014
He coughs on water,
Juice, milk, and tea.
...He does this coughing,
constantly.

I say,
when he's choking
on bread and bone,
water will have to be left alone.

A waste of  drinks,
that are watery.
family and friends ,
....start paying,
your courtesy.
Booo, i think this work is ******. I was going to re-do it, but instead just tried to reinforce it. 23 more water-based poems to go..
Monique Isom Aug 2014
This rope, this rope,
is wrapped around my throat,
every time i speak to you
  i choke, slowly choke
The suffocation turns my face
to a glowing shade of red,
restricting me from telling you
what i should have said
This rope, this rope,
is wrapped around my throat
everytime I speak to you
i choke,slowly choke
The suffocation turns my face
from red to a deathning blue,
after you leave i breath and watch you
go, slowly slowly go
MJ L Jul 2014
Broken a few ribs.
It's a cage after all.
Whatever lives inside is scared.
Strike a few times more.

Draw a noose in the air.
Hang me from it.
Choke the frailty out of me.
Lower my head by the octave.

Daily bread.
Daily dread.
Daily please forgive me nots.
Go ahead and tie some knots.

I can still hear myself breathing.
Revenant Feb 2014
I found him in the most unlikely of people
In the coldest of nights
In the warmest of hearts
The softest of touches.
Out of the frigid wind was I pulled
I can breathe.
No rushing currents choking me
No biting cold cutting through me
Protected.
Safe.
But for how long?
Do not rush
Darling, savor what little I can offer
Not what little I have left, but what little may be allowed.
Aver Jun 2014
breathe
i cant
breathe
i know
breathe
the walls are closing in
breathe
i am trapped
breathe
in a cage i built myself
breathe
air cannot break these chains
breathe
there is not enough oxygen in all the atmosphere to fill my hollow lungs
breathe
i cant, i am screaming far too loud
you are silent*
not if you listen
breathe
i cannot see myself anymore
breathe
thats not such a bad thing afterall
*breathe
nichole r Jun 2014
Swallow your words.
they are sharp
and cut your throat
like glass shards.

Glass from a broken bottle
that once had a note
written by a shaky hand
that read, "help me."
Your eyes, bringing despise, continue to pierce me
With their glowing incompetence
And fluttering instances of jealousy.
Your thoughts continue to reach me
With their condescending demeanors
That strike with utter prosperity.
Your hatred continues to elude me
With its striking usage
And power that proves deadly.

Once, just once, I know you can only wish
To wrap your hands around my neck
And squeeze until my breath has been abolish'd.
Once, just once, I know you can only pretend
To plunge the pencil into my chest
And apply pressure until my beating comes to an end.
Once, just once, I know you want to violate me
And, once, just once, I may allow
Your reaching desires to overpower me
Once, just once, I will see your anger
As you wrap your hands around me and decree,
"I'm only putting us out of our misery."
This is about a student in my French class who violently choked me, for reasons I can only assume

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