#breathless
Stumbling stones— tear into my marrow, test the truth of my bones. Afterwards, cool my summer with a perfect winter's cold.
I brace for the weight of a coming storm, tides of feeling pulling hard toward shores, everything in me _tightening, holding, waiting._
Thread silver through my nose—not to tame me, but to remind
me I can still be led. Chemical reactions break open in sweat, heat confessing itself through every open pore.
_Anxious._
_Excited._
_Frustrated._
_Careful._
Soft with fear and fully human—all of it is visible now, all of it offered, standing close enough for you to feel it as I perform my becoming.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 2:02 AM UTC
The ocean and I are friends because I have never wanted to be something or someone so badly to become its friend. I want to shine and succumb to being thousand’s of light years away. I want to savor the feeling of being weightless. I want to swim across the vast land of stars because there is no ocean more beautiful than the one shining over my head. I want the scent of sky, but the kind of sky that will **** with one small breath it’s dangerous to sail across the sky because I will be tempted to get out of my ship and walk across an infinity of undefinable lines, tempted to jump into a pale of unknown and undiscovered truths all mixing together and that’s what I think the stars feel like Undiscovered and undefinable because we all envy them the way they shine a dangerous beauty that fills the night sky, but maybe they hate it. Maybe they hate it because no one ever asked them if they wanted to shine day and night just a symbol for people to grasp onto just a river of pain to hold onto because maybe it’s suffocating to be stared at Maybe the stars were never meant to shine
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
Since time is taken universally,
to be measured in portions to each
thing a time and seasons, within that time,
to use the will to live, and let seem living
all - what, curiously wrought musings,
wordless, falling for the lure, seems living
moving itself aright, as often wines may do,
inviting titles do to musers unbemused,
but no child knows the meaning of things
such as admonitions not to look upon
the wine red, swirling beauty, see
books judged by covers oft stink of
deceitful meats, imagine the ruler's
condescension, partake in silence,
answering freely all who question why,
breathe-ing and eating,
I am but a temporary mover of matter,
from one state to another, as I pass along
this trail that speaks of long disuse,
where it leads, at this junction,
I lack a will to lie and say I know, but
I know, I am willing to believe, where
I would be if I turned around, here
from there, relatively no time at all,
nonsensed wish to be known,
for having been a survivor,
sensed as something natural, self
set up to become this old, enough
to know, no greater need than peace
with purpose, a faith that your duty
is to learn and make do-good things
from things not being used at all.
We on Earth, honestly,
we have no where to go and be,
we do know what must be done,
we leave undone all we have no
will, or means, no way, to do right,
no way to do at all, wrong or right,
yet, with a will used to prove, right
my will, a will used to wait, to see
after many days, few change life's initial
gravitational course.
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
Brilliant and breathless, bending
language like a gardenia wreath
hanging from the rafters
of a sun-drenched mouth
that could only be mine.
Bullish and breathless, tangling
ellipses, clinging to a simile’s hem until it
trips and rips the thread of thought.
I don’t mean this as a manner of speech–
I speak without manners.
Billowed and breathless, humming
out of its skin and into mine.
Meaning is a feathery, fallible thing,
twisting, writhing, vanishing;
tough to trust, prone to rust,
words swirling and spun,
sea-tossed and salt-stuck
on a foreign tongue.
Beaming and breathless, flirting
with the edge of a rockwall,
a siren call,
more lullaby than warning shot,
more hymn than howl, a voice
that could only be mine.
Belated and breathless, underlining
the good lines, never shaking the bad,
plucking at the precipice, never leaping,
clamoring to be heard but never speaking.
A lot of words, but no poem.
A lot of pinch, but no push.
Graceless and glitching,
mine alone.
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 7:26 AM UTC
I am often told that love will leave me breathless,
But I hope I never know a love so greedy as to steal the air from my chest,
For I have memories of a time when my body was oxygen starved
And my lungs unable to draw in breath,
Bogged down under soupy pneumonia that clung to my innards
With vice-like, snotty grips.
My mind is sometimes lost in the sensation of frantically
Drawing air inward,
******* it into my chest with great gasps that never alleviated the burning of my lungs
Or the way pins and needles tingled down my limbs.
My brain cells were consumed with desire to force O2 to bind with the red blood cells churning in my veins.
The air surrounding me was dense with particles that refused to aid my survival,
No matter how much effort I exerted to the contrary.
Sweat dripped off my too thin form and pallid skin
As I drowned slowly from the inside out in a room full of doctors
Until they finally placed the tube back into my throat to breathe for me.
The pain receded as oxygen raced back into my cells,
And I marveled for a moment at the fact that I could not feel myself breathing,
Couldn't feel the rise or fall of my chest.
The mark of my vitality was absent,
And yet,
I was very much alive.
I remember what it was to be truly breathless,
The blind panic that seized me before finally giving way to a wish for death.
It's because of this I hope love never empties my lungs.
I want a love that makes breathing feel safe and exciting,
A love that feels so gloriously alive that I am acutely aware of my chest rising.
Love should always make breathing feel like both a right and a privilege.
It is a privilege to love her and be in her presence.
But I hope she never leaves me breathless.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
I wish
To set myself on fire
But, people will talk
Of how I lost the courage to live on
Because that is what they do
In their solitary spaces behind
Church pews and library desks
They remember the few
Some remember them by words
And others keep their ashes
Visit their tombs years later
But, I know my books will be made of the regret that's left
Women will swoon over those coy lines
Their children will hear the tales
That I had concocted on a lonely night
When I gave you my everything
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
O the One brighter than the brightest star!
O the One who talked to the moon above!
O the One whose presence bloomed all the flowers!
O the Beaut One!
O the Belovently Beloved One!
O, Mustafa!
You are the source of sparkle for our illuminating universe.
Your luminosity left the shimmering sea overjoyed.
Your benignity softened the hearts of hard-hearted.
Your nobility had left me breathless.
For how can I describe the indescribable?
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 6:09 AM UTC
What do you when you start to feel like you can’t breathe again? Your chest gets heavy, and a simple inhale hurts so bad a tear twinges at your eyes. My chest, my lungs heaving as if I ran ten miles, but here I am sitting on my bed in the dark grasping at my chest, the burning of a decade of cigarettes beating me down to the point of where if I try to stand my knees would give and I would lay an empty puddle on the cold hard floor.
A.C.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 2:01 AM UTC
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she pins stars to the ceiling of my dreams ☉ and makes milkshakes of meteor dust and moonshine ☉ in my day, she sleeps swaddled in a billowing blue counterpane of boundless reflection ☉ in my night, she dances a path to eternity ☉ leaving me breathless and in awe of her spiralling splendour
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 12:06 AM UTC
Just for you, baby (only), I bloom.
Your simple smile lightens the room,
Leaving me breathless
And giddy – it’s madness.
Just for you, baby (only), I bloom.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
Surrending
Mind and soul
Wishing you
Gives sublime bliss
I wonder
How would it be
If you
Wish back
Everything about courtesy
Thanks
To the sacred breakthrough
Forever true
And once again
Here I'm
With a zen smile
Adherent joyfully
What could I ask for more?
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
So empty
At the hole just below my ribs
Like the air ****** from my lungs
Like a hard punch in the gut
Like a cold, empty, air-tight cellar
With only a small sad puddle
Collected by an incessant dripping
From a ceiling that's too dark to see
It's like a vacuum in my chest
Each time I breathe in
It threatens to cave in
And crush me
So I take shallow breaths
A few molecules at a time
And just hope that the day doesn't come
When I will have to face
The consequence
Of that Emptiness
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
as i take a step
off the splintered dock
into the crisp
cool
water
i feel
breathless
i'm meant to be
swimming with the fish
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
What is this?
Something's or someone rather
From my back, its hugging me
It felt so cold, so eerie, so scary
What the hell?
I feel like I am being watched
Like there's a pair of eyes
I swear I can feel it but I don't know whose eyes are those?
Is it someone?
Or is it a soul or a ghost?
What creature was that?
**** its hugging me again..
I can feel it caressing my arms..
Its hands slowly found its way to my neck
It chokes me..
I can't breathe, help me..
Someone out there please help me
I am so scared, this place is so eerie
Help me, take me away from my home
Take me away from this hell, so that they'd leave me alone..
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
You've become the air I breathe,
yet you manage to leave me,
breathless everytime
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
she needed you last night
as much as she needed air
because she’s afraid as hell.
she was so afraid
that she didn’t want to close her eyes
in spite of the sleepiness she feels
because if she does,
the darkness would come in
and swallow her.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
I already know you will.
I never wanted you to stay anyway.
I enjoy the sleepless nights and breathless days.
so just leave already.
before you stay and hurt me more making me care for you.
I'll just say to myself that I don't need you.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
you undress my heart
so delicately
untill I drown
breathlessly
in your embrace
love me as you wish
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Once more.
Press your lips against mine
And let us allow time to take a rest
As the reds and greens of the traffic lights
Caress our cheeks while we pass silently in the night.
I’ll let you take my hand in one of yours
And I’ll let you hold my heart in the other.
Breathless. Light. Euphoric.
I am drowning in the taste of you.
And I can't help but find myself
Eagerly waiting for a once more.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC