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Martin Horton May 27
No Bumblebee.

No blackbird, swallow, swift or Robin.

No buttercups or poppies swaying in the breeze.

No hedgehog, weasel, stoat or mole

Almost silence.

Just one sound.

The sound of property developers chewing then choking on money.
This was inspired by two things. First, I walk past hedges when I walk my dog. Filled with sparrows. Now, they are gone. Torn up by diggers. Secondly, a book called The Last Wild by Piers Torday. A powerful book about the loss of our natural world.
Amanda Apr 9
Your love to me is oxygen
And I need to breathe you in

Try to inhale you like I did at our start but it's not enough to put a beat in my heart

I cannot survive without you
Lungs choking on lonely despair
So can you explain to me why every time we kiss
I suffocate from lack of air?
Feeling some type of way
nja Mar 29
Groans.
Drink yourself away,
Drain drown your sins.
maybe a new you will emerge.
A you that you could be proud to walk about.
On a leash, choking.
Poison suppresses your organs.
Success.
Faded.
stopdoopy Mar 20
You make me go back to the beach
The light breeze your caress
Sun as warm as your smile
Water icy like your words

And I try to float in this sea you made
Tumultuous, and salty as your are
But I'm choking down lungful's
Crying for help

And you let me drown
And it's almost calm down here
On the bottom where I can't breathe
Cause at least I'm out
Of the riptide's reach
"She's a riptide queen and she's super mean"
madison Jan 28
my words
they can't escape through my sobs
i've tried to tell you countless times
but they are trapped in my throat
trying to make their way out through my gasps of air
im choking on all the things i want to say to you
Its having air but not enough
Its writing a story without an end,
Its a present left unopened
Its a love kept to one's self
Its a hope unfulfilled
And a dream left to die
refresh mesh Nov 2018
Obesity and malnourishment
from high tides of anxiety

Gargling on plastic-filled saline
trapped by ancient propriety

Stuffed into a submissive pit
deprived of real variety

Our vices clearly failing
while we ridicule sobriety

This hunger's for the birds
because we live in a society
Gutter Grimer Oct 2018
Normally,
I'm not anxious at all when it comes to these kinds of things
But I'm choking now
Fixated on staying afloat
My neck has gone numb and my eyes are wax
I remember her eyes when I was young
And my bones settle in time
I am a noxious trap for meddling thoughts
Justifying chronic limerence
Broken are the dreams I once knew
A seemingly solid idea, forgotten


Suffocating in these walls that I thought up
I caught a whiff of you, and it pangs me
Vener Oct 2018
feed me
something that's
big enough
for me to
choke on

it's *****
until someone
actually dies

preferably me
such is life
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