An old metal box locked away
A treasure chest if you may
Containing fragments of your childhood
A china doll, broken
Photographs stained with age
The thunderstorm struck, you told me it would
That cursed the hours of your days

I awoke this morning
And in my veins flowed a longing sensation
My lungs tried to inhale as much air as they could
I paced up and down the pale hallway
That echoed with your golden memories
Your laughter danced up and through the window
Your tears rained down throughout the cities light show

All that was left was;
An old metal box, locked away
A treasure chest if you may
Containing fragments of your childhood

The start (of) /
a braid or a rope /
is nothing (at the beginning of this) /
it is only the idea stemming /
from a sapling or a seed to become /
a tree /
reality /
what we touch, see, and wish to be /
Ancient beings can feel how they are not free /
I notice this is my mother’s face /
as I lead her to the restroom /
so near, too far for her /
the years count with her /
the (counted) years count the steps to the toilet /
and consider just holding it /
because the pain of walking so clearly outweighs /
the pain of holding your pee after birthing 3 children /
one of them dead /
okay, birthing two children /
I was cut from my mother /
Regardless, /
maybe if you cut out the lungs /
things would cease to be /
chaotic like the outreach /
reaching out a hand /
praying she’ll find me /
because I’ve gone too far and can’t rewind //////

maybe if you remove my lungs…. /
I could stop focusing on my breathing /
give you all of my love /
show you I am not worthy /
of that admiration leaking from your ears //////

don’t be jealous of me

Jealous of me?
She couldn't be.
How could she be?
Lying beside me--
Wishing to have my something
alan Jul 9

A thought lingers in the air as a wisp of smoke
coming from a cigarette freshly picked
from the tattered white and red box that rules this life
and is produced to calm chaos on this chaotic sphere
by causing more, quietly, silently.

my lungs dive deep
into the marrow
of your embrace

beneath the waves
they find
your heart

please don't
worship me
into ascension

I wouldn't bare
to be your
Aztec god

Hailey G Jun 19

Stay in bed ma'u'ven,
Let me hold you in these sheets.
Allow your mind to drift away.
My arms will keep the morning at bay
and offer a small peace to the toils
occurring in your chest,
A hum, a touch, a second of bliss
will mark my attempt to fill a void
residing in the pocket of your lungs,
and in the buzz of our tongues.

went a bit nerd, ma'u'ven is Elvhen for "My star"
ana Jun 10

I'm in the middle of no where
surrounded by water
I'm empty, staying afloat
with every passing wave my heart grows heavy
I can see my consciousness drift from me
the waves carrying it to a lost island
my heart weighs me down until i am completely engulfed into the darkness of the sea
i see no light

I am pulled down, my arms reaching for air
but my heart grows heavier and I sink faster with my consciousness above me
my lungs fill with water
my eyes fall shut
i hit bottom
there is no light

Kee May 19

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
i need to be free

in economics class
mr. gardner is talking too much

so i take another hit and lose my mind
my lungs filling with ashes this time

Ysabel Cruz Apr 16

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

Goodbye Ken. It is finally time for me to let you go.
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