Doggy paddle isn't swimming,
It's "active drowning."
The little pieces of information
Learned in the conference room of a YMCA,
Preparation to carry a red tube
And sit in a chair, observing;
To preside over age extremes
Swimming to and fro.
I sit in my chair
Carefully keeping track
As people come in and out of the room.
Someone comes up to me;
I stand up, shake their hand,
And maintain eye contact just as I was taught.
They walk away, leaving me to sink
Deeper and deeper into this chair.
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2019
I can't move my wings
I can't move my feet
Stuck and suffocated
under a slowly closing lid
My ignorance invokes my ruin
I have been so ******
If that justifies this punishment
then yes, devour me
i wish i never be a fish,
the sad little, sensitive, unappreciative.
i wish i never knew how it feels to feel a thing if in the end i couldn’t even bare to feel anything.
i wish i wish i wish,
i wish i knew if i would be this suffocated,
i wish i never tried just to fall into the groud,
i wish i never be born.
i hate my birthday so much because this is the first day ever of my life that **** happens to me. yet the worst of all the time through the year is always my birthday every year. i dont even care anymore. nothing is matter.
A taste like a hay,
No one can save me
From my ability to realize.
Internal combustion takes over me,
As I stand on my own;
Trying to keep me down all the time I had myself shown.
So, save me from this, make it end? I thought I'd say;
“No, I’d do everything to keep you breathe instead of to live.” It said.
the unbearable dullness of life.
No one knew
She is hurting
No one knew
She is bleeding
No one knew
She is already
Fear of not belonging
Cast away because
Knowing it's the
Sign of another
Full of misery
A broken wing
Unable to fly.
Sooner or later
I will find myself sad
And shut out.
I don't know why
But It just always happens
When I feel suffocated.
That I'm not me
That I'm not going to say yes
Every time you say let's go.
Because I'll always
Deep down want to stay
That I make you angry
Every time I don't agree with you.
Kind of a vent poem...ahhh I dislike myself sometimes.
Also sorry if it doesn't make sense.
I'm losing touch...
'Why?' and 'Why not?'
Slowly loses it's importance.
As I slide back
Into a position of static fluctus,
My fingers lace
The frozen collar on my neck
And I step out to the world once more.
The only barriers surrounding me are mine
And mine alone.
I'm not sure when the tower will start to ***** beneath me again...
"what was it like, with someone like him?" they'd ask me.
"it was like being drowned in an ocean full of stars. it blinded you, and suffocated you, and ruined you, but you couldn't stop staring at the beauty of it. you couldn't escape everything it radiated."
"so he was like god, then?"
"he was more than that. he was everything. he was the sunlight that dripped onto the trees and rooftops. he was the flowers that sprouted from underneath my feet. he was the water that ran through the creeks, and the blood that ran through my veins."
to the boy who seems to have forgotten that he left me.