Its terrifying here The kind of cold that makes your bones ache Is this hell? Is this some kind of agony? Am I still drowning? They say that drowning is horrible if you hold your breath But if you give up and inhale the water You get some kind of relief Your brain is starved of oxygen Your lungs fill to full capacity Why does it feel so tempting? The salt water stings your eyes There's nothing left to hope for Nothing left to breathe You can pray to god Or you can curse him for a remedy But you still drown And your body sinks There's no fighting it You are drowning Just as you've always been
i wrote this while stuck in school during sol testing. there were maybe 30 people in the whole school. It was quiet and lonely at lunch and for a while it rained. it was a beautiful melancholy experience.
There must be madness swirling inside me My stomach aches A sickly urge in the back of my throat I imagine it whirls around in my blood Surging through my body like morphine It spreads to my hands at first A tremble of my fingers slipping glass from my hold It glitters before my eyes i feel it travel to my forearms creeping up into my biceps Scars reopen and red spills My fingers now coated in crimson Then it's clogged my chest all to fast It's getting harder to breathe but still my lungs fill with air Heart squeezing, ribs popping out of place Yet my body stays the same From there it splits in two ways One drips down into my stomach then pooling in my feet and weighing me down The other creeps up my neck Taking the oxygen from my head It starts to spill out my eyes In tears of panic And i remember the ways to stay sane None of them work now Nothing is working now
I don’t know how we ended up here The mountains and the crisp air Something cliche about the atmosphere Something I read in a poem in my notes somewhere A feeling of contentment dances nearby And infused with the oxygen we both breathe in
Absorbing Sun's caring embrace and the water's life, the trees mix them into oxygen for the man, for he has planted the seeds which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter.
The man now receives their appreciation with the maturing of the fruit. To eat it is honoring its purpose and time, for it grew only for you, as a gift. Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted, but be returned to the cycle.
It spins like our planet in space, around a warm core and a cold shell. Stars there align to the call of energy designed to dance in gray, and to portray protons and electrons in a chemical reaction, beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.