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Poetic T Aug 2015
We inhale
.
   .
   We exhale
     .
     .
       We live
       .
         .
           We die
           .
           .
             We are but one grain of sand
                                                                 .
                                                                 Through an ocean of time.
mk Jul 2015
I want to smoke away all the memories of you
wrap them in my blunt and set them on fire
inhaling deep; then exhaling
letting them intoxicate me
before losing them to the atmosphere forever
never able to hurt me ever again


[freedom]
// they mean nothing to me now, may as well put them to good use //
Michael Ryan Jul 2015
We dream
the final moments
of someone else
who's forgotten
those very
thoughts

in them
reality lingers
fainting lights
are flattering
images of
the past

maybe
the very present
spreads like
lighting to
the sleepers
who do not see

perhaps
future becomes
slumbering
breaths: exhale
in the air
can you
see them..?
To a person that is obsessed with sleep and dreams.  While not as detailed as usual, I mirror the filter most people see while they sleep.
mk Jun 2015
YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
INTOXICATING TO INHALE
BUT ALL TOO EASY TO EXHALE

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
EASY TO LIGHT
BUT EVEN EASIER TO PUT OUT

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
I KNOW YOU’RE KILLING ME
BUT I STILL TAKE ANOTHER PUFF

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
I’M A CHAIN SMOKER
& TONIGHT I CAN’T GET ENOUGH
// late night addictions //
Brandon Brazel Jun 2015
My heart may be black, and I may exhale corruption, but these scars aren't on my eyes.
This is only the introduction,
To where my future lies.
Breathing can be hard.
Alexis Rose May 2015
love is the matter-less air
*and sometimes we forget how much we need to breathe
i remember how much i love him more than i remember to eat
S R Mats Apr 2015
Flowers whisper your name,
A breath that hangs around my face.
I want to press my nose against you,
Inhale you deep, exhale your gold dust
To color a moonlit way with the essence.
Love has placed stepping stones, which we follow,
A path, leading into the bower of our night garden.
Revised 4-14-2015, final draft
Anne Jan 2015
She  covered  her  ears  and  focused  on  her  deep  breathing. ­ The   sound  of  her  lungs  expanding  and  the  air  leaving  through­  her  clenched  teeth.  Trying  to  drown  out  the  sound  of  ­all  of  them  screaming.  The  vile  words  echoing  on  the  wo­oden  floors  of  the  house.  She  just  wanted  it  all  to  st­op.  So  she  kept  breathing,  surrounding  herself  with  the  ­sound  of  the  inhale,  exhale.  Inhale,  exhale.


Just

Keep

*B r e a t h i n g
The storms haven't stopped yet.
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