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JAATC May 2020
and every morning
I held my breath
honing the magic
of being alive

but this morning
stifled with tears
for I could breathe
and just be alive

now every morning
exhaling love
to those who breathe
yet oppress life
Kimberly Rose May 2020
I no longer want to see
I no longer want to breathe
Knowing you’re with her only kills me
I tried to hide the pain
But fighting it drives me insane
I wanted you to hold me
You’re the only one who knows me
I still want you to love me
Although you put others above me
I needed you to be my everything
Now I’ve become so lonely
We’re nothing
It kills me
I can’t breathe
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
How I wish I showed more of the love held captive inside the walls of my heart

Would be lucky if a person listened to my sincere words of adoration and those words sent them sling-shotting to the moon

In any breath could inhale courage and exhale truth
But I choose instead to idly savor the silent smell of your newly-scrubbed skin
Without saying one single word
This doesn't really flow like a poem when I read it aloud but it felt like poetry when I first wrote it so not sure how I feel about it for certain. Any thoughts?
Poetic T Feb 2020
You said you were the blunt,
smoking others like
                              they smoke,
  But you never inhaled back.

All smoke and now
                                 blunt rhymes.

You all gesture, hanging out with
your boys always behind
                       never up front.  
                    

Missing in the pictures, short ****
                              behind the trees.  

I'll exhale in your face choking you
out on reality that your lost in the
                                                smoke.

No one will ever be above you,
as your always looked down upon.
     Short **** blunt rhymed hack.

lets be blunt, not the smog,  but the facts.
                       that I'll alway smoke you...
relahxe Feb 2020
No matter how strong the wind
Blowing in my face is
It could never convert my exhale
Into an inhale
Capriccio Jan 2020
On the train
On me
To exhale
To believe
For a change to come
For tomorrow

Waiting
Is dependent

On action
On Circumstances

Which one are you
Waiting
On
?
Colm Dec 2019
Fragile as a city streetlight
Quiet as the flickering night
And falling like the pale moonlight

My love will breathe its final breath
With an exaltative hale
And hiss

My words a mist
Will die with me
In a bed that's not my own perhaps

This layered earth my pillow rest
And with a quiet mind
Lay me down to be

For I am no longer here you see
And these words once left
Remark so little of me  

To my fathers' house
Go the most perfect and unexplainable sounds
The voice I found is free
And breathe anew. Written to the sounds of this tune.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeYO46jDqZI
Aspen Welsch Mar 2019
When you finally exhaled,
you wondered why
you'd been holding
your breath
for so long.
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