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little lioness Dec 2017
I feel like I’m underwater;
I’m drowning in the dark.
Shaking and screaming
as the water fills my lungs.

I’m drowning in the dark,
alone and afraid.
Kicking and screaming
Against the icy water.

Alone and afraid
I long for your touch
against the icy water
to keep me warm.

I long for your touch,
caressing my skin
to keep me warm
while my body goes numb.

Caressing my skin,
the darkness wraps around me.
While my body goes numb,
my mind fills with fear.

The darkness wraps around me--
shaking and screaming,
my mind fills with fear.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Veronika Dec 2017
You think you are the sun divine
I look at you and you multiply
I’m hungry but I can’t eat
Give me those eyes will you

My best friend, I was so afraid
Lay beside you, your body like a warm sandy beach
My body like washed up **** trying to get free

I was looking for salvation in the rock pools
Little snails and ***** would cling and pick at me
Til I finally gave in
You turned me evergreen

How long til the moon pulls you away
Leaves me to rest again, dehydrates me into a skeleton serene
How long til your silky arms stretch out again
And tickle me into an object of a lust, desires obscene

I feel you close
Like echoes in a tunnel seeming to whisper in your ear
But you’ve a long way yet to grow
And know just what this strange **** craves

It isn’t simple as giving orders, or showering me with delight
The heart of the matter lies in the murky deep,
The root causes the illness I wear from head to feet

Dissolve me in heavy salt and weightless oil
Purify me on mountaneous rock
Shake me in the willows endless, indifferent sorrow
Throw me away to make sure I’m for keeps

And maybe then after years of struggle
Summers burnt and winters melted,
I will still play my vengeful game and give you eyes that say
“I’m better, you will never win.”
Leandra Sep 2017
I can't breathe
gasp
I feel the water fill my lungs
panicking
I can't see anything around me
Searching
It's overwhelming me
screams
It's surrounding me
breathes in
I hit my back on something
opens eyes
Something soft
breathes slowly
I'm okay
smiles lightly
It was only a dream
Nightmares.......
Spier Aug 2017
a wizard once said
that words in the head
were spoken underwater
like the empty part of a letter.

a man once said
that words in the head
are the words we say,
the attention we pay.

you once said
that words spoken in the head
is a country of their own.
those we say are of an inside town.

so let's forget about the head,
dont think of our problems ahead.
words spoken by the heart
are words spoken to be art.
Jacqueline Grace Aug 2017
Everything moves slower underwater
Have you ever noticed?

Limbs floating aimlessly
Gliding through the current
Each strand of hair suspended
Frozen
Following the tug of your scalp

No matter how fast you dance with the waves
Time stands still
Keeping you under
Hypnotizing you
Romanticizing your every motion

You’re so bewitched
It’s too late to notice you’re drowning.
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Debanjana Saha Jul 2017
Went into the pool
To dip my head
Under the water
To break the
Disturbances
from within.

Dipped my head for
Few seconds
or minutes.

Couldn't tell the time
Except to feel the calmness
All across my body,
As if the time has paused,
Nothing mattered after that
Except the stillness underneath
And within!
The water remains still in all the rippling movement teaching us to be same as calm and still inside in all the outward rippling or disturbances.
Àŧùl Feb 2017
As the ghost, Moaning Myrtle hints
Kiss me underwater and I will yield
And I will give you your next clues
Right when you take me underwater
A poem leading you to merpeople.
Harry Potter theme poem.
My HP Poem #1438
©Atul Kaushal
Sienna Luna Jan 2017
Pressed perfect leaflet papers
printed in black-and-white.

Squares of thin tree bark
scattered on the table.

Your warm, rough hands
fitted in tight gloves.

Your wide smile
teeth like pearls all
clustered nicely and

I can't help but swell
a bit inside

admiring
the twist of your lips
and the flicks of your eyes
with a nose that changes
shape in the light.

But it's not your face
that intrigues but
the ***** in between
the space of skull

called a brain

which you use, delightfully so
expansive and ever expanding.

You have an eager fondness
for learning and retaining information

and it arouses me.

Like the frailty
of those printed papers
my tenderness

for you

envelopes, caressing
your knowledge like
a streamline submarine
diving through dark waters

slippery and unafraid

to get wet.
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