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Shane Leigh Jul 4
There was something that I wanted to say,
but it was muted before I could utter the words.
Creeping, like vines, strangling a tree limb
it comes slowly,
over time,
unforgiving.

The bark cracks and falls to the ground,
flying acrobatics this way and that as the wind carries it,
gently it so lands.
Those are NOT the words I thought I'd say;
but they crept towards my mouth
and, like insects escaping that suffocating tree,
they were free.
Hello (: ENJOY !!
© Shane Leigh
Matterhorn Apr 22
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
chitragupta Mar 29
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 stupid
If that justifies this punishment
then yes, devour me

-X-
dead ophelia Mar 8
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.
Turgut Berk Oct 2018
A taste like a hay,
Nothing satisfies
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.
Shewrites Jul 2018
No one knew
She is hurting

No one knew
She is bleeding

No one knew
She is already
Deep down
Underneath
Drowning
Trapped in
melancholic
Depression

Fear of not belonging
Cast away because
She's uncanny

Frightened of
Another tomorrow
Knowing it's the
Sign of another
Dreadful sorrow
Full of misery
And grief.

Lost, hazed
And confused
Breathing but
Not living
Smiling but
She's dying
Suffocated
Suppressed and
Tormented

Wanting to
Escape but
There's no
Route out

A butterfly
Seized with
A broken wing
Unable to fly.
s v e n Jul 2018
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.
So sorry
That I'm not me
So sorry
That I'm not going to say yes
Every time you say let's go.
Because I'll always
Deep down want to stay
And "rot"
So sorry
That I make you angry
Every time I don't agree with you.

I'm sorry..
Kind of a vent poem...ahhh I dislike myself sometimes.
Also sorry if it doesn't make sense.
Yanamari Apr 2018
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.

Sans flux,
Sans motion,
Sans life.

The only barriers surrounding me are mine
And mine alone.
I'm not sure when the tower will start to crack beneath me again...
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