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Erica May 2018
im not submerged into anything
im drowning in my own breath
drowning in stress
anxiety
sadness
yet nothing at all
im numb
but im suffocating in this world
nothing is blocking my air passages, nothing is around my neck
but i feel a tightness in my throat
i shake
yet im silent
i get irritable
annoyed
and i shut down
sometimes i'll cry
others i just sit there staring at nothing
and i just... sit
Lizzie May 2018
suffocating is lovely,
the carbon dioxide is bottled inside my lungs and bounces rapidly

it makes me feel so alive

drowning is extraordinary,
the water floods the empty parts of me and makes me whole again

it makes me feel so normal

cutting is splendid,
the poison is finally leaving my blood stream and i'm healthy

it makes me feel in control

the problems make me different but they make me feel so normal
Andrew Choo Mar 2018
You know what?
One of my biggest fears is…
Drowning.
Suffocating from all the
Pain and suffering.
Struggling to breathe.
Struggling to move.
Struggling to stay alive.

You know that moment
When you hold that weapon
In your hand, and you just
Think to yourself,
No one would even know
That you’re gone.
No one will ever understand
How much it hurts.

My vision is tunnelling
My mind is echoing
My body is collapsing

I isolate myself from friends
I have no motivation to go to school
I can barely get out of bed,
Let alone go to sleep.
please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott harris patois).

He readily admits writing inventive
   attempts usually ten tubby a literary mess,
thus finding innocent cyber cruisers
   Angle fishing for Saxony fundamental fluidity
   courtesy of Freudian stream of consciousness,
   gabbling gibberish, muck not done on purpose
   and certainly less
to impress.

Gnome hatter intent toward
   cogency, fancy ingenuity,
   levity, the inevitable
   resultant wrought gobbledygook
   fascination for Lingua Franca
   feeble endeavor splutters, splinters,
   and splatters Asia Yukon guess.

Paramour status analogous with twenty six letters,
   sans En gull Lush Mother tongue confluence
   finds me submerged (as an Arctic Monkey)
   swimmingly enervated
   via ****** laced sentiments
   perhaps finds bravely daring soul madly
   hollering, gesticulating floundering,
   (in close proximity to Davey Jones's locker)
   to avoid drowning at sea
   perchance comprehending passionate influence.

   Upon espying a signature poem of mine
   forces one pre ponder ring lurking predilection
   tib hush anonymous re:
   dears (dares) adventuresome mettle
   taking him/her to the brainy
   (briny) deep brink
   Icon fess

this (NON FAKE) pretense, why
   aye metaphorically express
(via medium of ordinary Anglophile
   alphabetic wanton soup,
   or figurative egg drop bub
   bling broth (el) doth brew)

   pronouns Sibyl affectation
   affliction sans plethora,
   where each ladle full adrip with
   richly flavor Verdana Font lee
   and sincerely textured vocabulary.

   Pluperfect mortals beings undoubtedly feel
   (blindsided, how this hunger stricken author
   suffers said sesquipedalian syndrome
   particularly expectorating flashy

   hoping tum bark on successful literary quest)
   hyper aware aspiring paperback writers wannabe
   might stoop to conquer, cheat, cadge
   vis a vis plagiarize plethora
  amidst storied plentiful English droppings.

Rather than succumb pretense feigning paucity
   temptation to bask exultantly,
   professed glorious unrequited love
   announcing required sworn vow,
(el lye ding) avowed consonant covenant.
A A Feb 2018
I am being crushed by the weight
Of warm cattails, two tons.
As the sun-kissed wooden fences make the world around me look grey- I suffocate.
Jet Feb 2018
There I was
maybe 2 miles away from home
I could turn back if I wanted to
It wasn't too late
Heart Racing
Palms Sweating
I could turn back I thought
but my legs just kept going
It felt like I had no control over them
They just kept going
then I thought I wanted to go back
but my brain was telling me to run
leave everyone
leave everything
but my heart was telling me to go back
resolve problems and become happy
I still continued to run
Nothing would change my mind
Until my issues were chasing me
Now I'm running from it
Someone help
I can't breathe
There's this cramp in my gut
I can't keep running
I can't
Im not fast enough
I can't escape my problems
I can't hide my fears
Im slowly suffocating
There's no one around to help me
I dont know what to do
I can't run anymore
All my problems are slowly,
painfully,
killing me
no one can save me


but myself
no one can solve my problems but myself
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