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Marri Dec 2019
You clog my lungs.
You make me stutter and choke.
You make me dizzy.

Still I bring you to my lips--
Again, and again.

You make me gasp.
You make me break form.
You make me laugh.

Still I inhale your sweet death--
Again, and again.

You dizzy me.
You intoxicate me.
You poison me.

Still I drink your sweet praise.

A silly thing like me shouldn't smoke,
But you are just so irresistible.

A fickle thing like me shouldn't drink,
But you are just so alluring.

A stupid thing like me shouldn't love,
But you are just so perfect.

So here I am:
Drunk, high, and stupidly in love with you.
Sylph Oct 2019
What is this
I feel an unknown force
its enclosing my heart
making it hard to breathe

i have to gasp for air
Why does my chest hurt
I feel as though im trapped in a bubble
this pressure on my chest
What is it?
Honest, Does anyone know? i cant identify the feeling, but thats what it feels came all of a sudden when i had to leave my friends, they were begging me to stay but i had to leave. I dont know why im having so much difficulty placing it but i know i dont like, i want it to go away..i wish the pain would go away
Alliyah Reyes Dec 2018
The pain is suffocating,
It's getting harder and harder to breathe.

My lungs is filling with unknown gas.
My heart is sinking in pain.
My eyes are drowning in tears.
My mind is getting tangled with thoughts.

Let me go please...

My heart is getting heavier and heavier with this package, package that I don't want to receive.

Just a few more deep breaths, just a few more... and i'll take my last gasp of air.
this is the poem that i submitted here, and yep.. i got in.
Em Mar 2018
You take my breath away
and I exhale
all the pain I have ever

I gasp
and pull through my lungs
all the love
and the world
you could hold.

I bet
In your arms
I could fly.
Nick Stiltner Mar 2018
So tired I have grown, of building castles
only to have them overrun by cresting waves.
So tired I have grown, of tasting water on my tongue
but spitting, complaining of its salty burn.
So today I take a dive,
for I've grown sick of the shoreline and
smelling life's salty scent only upon the wind.

So today I took a dive,
head first into that salty steep
and was pulled here by current arms
and pushed deeper by ocean nymph charms.

My body flung about,
counter currents tossing me in circles,
eyes itching red with not a second to blink
and my nostrils jammed full
of the salt that hinted my senses before.

On the brink of drowning,
vision fading from blue to black,
I am pushed to a surface
far from the shoreline from before.
A gasp for air and the seagulls call
beams of sunlight carefully fall
onto the white crests of traveling waves,
and upon my blinking eyes.
Here, on the bobbing wakes of erasing waves,
I begin my ocean days.  

I had become so tired of my earthly ways,
so tired of hating the cleansing dawns
hiding behind the ebbing tides.
So today I took a dive
and began my floating ocean days.
Emma Faith Aug 2017
"dont let yourself break"
they say through hardened jaws
pulling their ropes tighter around you
never letting you b   r   e   a   t   h   e
because that would give you
too. much. power.
the moment you start to crack
they pull tighter and tighter
trying to keep your body together
but eventually
and everyone fails their test.
they never let you
mend yourself
before shattering your fragile bones.
Chloe Chapman Mar 2017
Torn from mother's womb.
Lungs strain with gasps of cold air,
Unforgiving world.
The Pain of New Life - Part 2
Haiku series
Äŧül Jan 2017
In the man on top position of loving,
We had the session of love making,
We both were heartily smiling,
We gasp for air while breathing,
Your ******* are heavily heaving,
And as beneath you I am now lying,
You whisper, "Let's change positioning!"

You just sit yourself atop my loving pole,
And as deeper it goes now the tool,
Your voice says silently, "Atul,"
We look like a rider & saddle,
We both will now explode,
We will never forget this love making,
In the woman on top position of loving.
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My HP Poem #1383
©Atul Kaushal
pookie Jan 2017
The feel of skin on skin,
The feeling of clothes being pulled torn off,
The push of her hands to make me move,
The feel of her hands trailing over my body,
The tingle the leave,
The feel of luxurious lips kissing my skin,
The final push the gasp of pleasure,
The joining of two hearts and soul,
The glorious Ecstasy.

Have me i'm yours.
Take me i'm yours.
Own my i'm yours.

I'm Yours.
Your hands around my throat
as you tell me you love me
Choking me slowly
as I'm gasping for your air

You promise you care
as your hand is in hers
You tell me not to cry
but youre the cause of my tears.

You say you’ll wait on me
as you leave everything I say in the wind
You say you’ll stay
but you ignore me for days

Why do you let your actions contradict your words?

Id there some sick pleasure for you?

As you have me pinned against a wall
screaming that you love me
With your hands around my throat
you’re choking me slowly
leaving me trapped as I gasp for air

I am your game
I see that…

**Maybe it’s time for me to win
Sadness is my game; poetry is how I play. (No actual abuse happened here; it is all in a metaphorical sense)
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