my feet are pounding the ground
but it feels like im flying
my heart is beating like drums
but i can't feel it at all
all i know is that im a few steps away from freedom
can my feet take me there?
maybe i can leap to it
i can't fail
i need this
i need to be free
i want my own air in my lungs
no, not want
i need to be free
It has arrived at last
where my heart is never wandering
of the time another heart beats
It is not functioning yet pumping
The neurons in my brain
they never electrify anymore
It was too felt: the pain
The stigma now invisible
Air is now only drawn for
a pair of lungs that are mine
breathing for less not more
The O2 was unassigned
the city lights won't chase us
but the morning sun will hate us
scream and shout till' your lungs turn dry
laughter in your perfect eyes
driving on a road to nowhere
no one thinks we really care
your heavy breath fills the air
my fingers slowly touch your hair
i breathed in the smoke
that charred my lungs
in hopes that you had seen
the smoke that caused
my chords to crack
and left my voice so mean
but you who whispers softly
and you who speaks with care
could not seem to understand
why i chose the poison air.
you said i am
d i s g u s t i n g
you said i should get
h e l p
so yes you maybe scorned me.
and yes you maybe saw.
and that was what i asked for.
when for you i broke the law
Caffeine, oh won't you
awake me as you always do?
Even with effects circulating
and my mind over-contemplating,
I'll ask you to be my next move,
a mistake I won't need to soothe,
lungs taking deeper breaths,
bringing all distress to sudden death;
A bundle of rawness I inhale,
A bundle of vulnerability I exhale.
Roses now bloom
in my ribcage
and stability begins
to collect in these
inelastic lungs of mine,
still here to inhale a sunrise.
And in my bones
a cage is collapsing to the ground,
as sadness reaches its expiry date,
and I stumble upon Worth,
a new city I've found.
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Those three words
of a sudden
pounded in my ears,
and echoed searing through my vessels;
They tumbled all
to find within my breast
a rusted, sleeping drum:
My entire body rang
like a pinched nerve
with that familiar crystalline magnetic
that weaves the restless dreams of skyward eyes,
and drags our seizing hearts into the night,
that floods the weary’s lungs with scent of rain,
and cocks the ears of midnight wolves to give them pause.
You woke me, and I kissed you hard and warm;
I thanked you, for I didn’t know
If my eyes would ever see again.
My spaniel puppy lays on my feet.
I'm at home comfortable under my blue blanket.
It's a soft blue blanket probably one of my favorite possessions.
The spaniel puppy is warm and soft.
She keeps my cold body warm.
She knows something is wrong.
She's worried too.
Lately my body has been caving.
Sicker and sicker I grow and I'm unable to cure this sickness.
My body refuses to fight it.
Over two weeks now what should be a common cold has made me miserable.
No I'm not contagious.
I have to sit out during sport activities because my lungs can't take that kind of activity.
My lungs aren't necessarily the best at being lungs.
They don't want to breath in air.
They feel like they are suffocating.
It's an interesting feeling.