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MoonFlow May 27
I inhale forgiveness.
And exhale all my vengeance.
Like taking a word from my right ear,
And throwing it out from the other
It hurts to say this:
Saying "Marhaba" to misfortune with warm hugs
Know why I do this?
I wait for serendipity
To surprise me with a confetti of lilies.
I'll fly with each petal...
But,
Why do I forget that there's always a purpose behind an accident?
Kassan Jahmal May 27
Love is easy as breathing,
but around you I can't exhale
Is that why my chest hurts,
holding onto my every breath when we inhale?
Love has it moments of hurt.
Snipes May 4
I exhale,
The cold breath
Flys my soul out from my enclosed vessel
for half my life I can feel alive

I inhale,
The warm smoke
Hugging me tight for what seems like eternity
for half my life belongs too abeyance’ sea
Corona is taking
Its toll
It's now air borne
Don't panick
Act bravely
Stay at home
As far as you can
Inhale steam 3-4 times
Corona seriously infecting you
Chances you reduce
Don't dispense with masks
Make difficult corona's task
God helps those
Who help themselves
Keep it in mind
Give power to your will
Chanting God's name
Victorious you would emerge
Ending corona surge!
Lupe M Dec 2020
The heaviness on my chest feels as though there is a boulder that decided to rest there for eternity

The heaviness on my chest never seems to waver since it rests so peacefully.

The heaviness on my chest rests peacefully, but I do not feel peaceful

The heaviness on my chest makes me feel uneasy

The heaviness on my chest makes me feel breathless


The deep breath I let go is to exhale the heaviness on my chest

The deep breath I let go is to waver the heaviness on my chest

The deep breath I let go is to feel peaceful despite the heaviness on my chest

The deep breath I let go is to feel at ease even with the heaviness on my chest

The deep breath I let go is to inhale again without the heaviness on my chest
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2020
Stay awake

You are no longer
Who you were
If it is
It will

Don't worry
If you are aligned
To yourself
You don't need
Anything, anyone
Any more
Trust the timing
Work out within
And let it be

Stay authentic
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Authentic self
Author's Note: Dignity project is a part of better human project
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
I feel you grab forearms
Same skin you lovingly kiss
Keep burning for that side of you
More and more it comes to this

Room with uneasy air lingering
I'll try to forget whichever fight
Had that led to all that noise
It's still going to be alright

I will convince myself to take the blame
Swallow down but it's stuck in my throat
Swear it's what I must deserve
The back of my mind knowing I don't

Telling stories to **** with conscience
Tempted to believe but know better
We can do this back and forth for a bit
This cannot go on forever

Arranging pieces to fix what we broke
Tangled with promises long overdue
Never have your attention for long these days
When I was young I mattered so much to you

To feel that again I'd give
My fears and sacrifice
Listened to your point-of-view
Then I realize we won't get that twice

Laughing and living in love each day
Was alive not just existing
I should have known it wouldn't last
I'm hurt and my body is constricting

Now I am broken by the one I love
I'm feeling betrayed
Know you are in pain yourself
Wondering if I should have stayed

To follow instinct was stupid
Should have been chasing my heart
I didn't have the stamina
Because I was falling apart

A good person what I was trying to be
Once thought I did the right thing
Didn't just hurt you with my decision
More like mutual suffering

I inhale unbridled woes
But part of you is dead
Swear to die so you can't **** me yourself
Bullet through both our heads
Written 2-9-19
you’re the kind of high i like,
the one i can’t get enough of,
you are my favorite flower.

and i’ll watch you lay on a blanket,
and wrap your arms to cuddle me in,
let our emotions ride the waves
feelings all so raw and real.

and i’ll inhale you deeply,
hold it in,
plant the seeds to grow a
garden of you.

your aroma, your scent,
it thickens in my memories,
my lungs tastes of you.

and exhaling all that anxiety,
my mind has turned a switch
and all the noise i once drowned in
are muffled whispers going into silence.

and i smile by the way
i’m addicted to you that
all i want is more of you,
i don’t want just the bouquet
but the paradise garden that is you.
on the spot writing so might tweak in the future but you get me as high as a kite
Mark Parker Sep 2020
Apollo’s chariot rests
below the horizon’s layers
yellow, pink, and blue.
Breathing in the sunset,
night’s chill takes the air
with chirping crickets
hooting owls
and starlike fire flies.
Nature stuns me on a regular basis.
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