#drowing - Hello Poetry

As tears pour out relentlessly, a cold ember of desperation fills my aching lungs, desperate for a fraction of warmth that the once lit flame provided. The water pulls me in deeper, scattering the pathetic remnants of the depths of devotion, that ache for you. And as sunken eyes akin to the bequeathed stars above, call out your name through the torments veiled by moonlit waters, The silent sea cradles what now are just chronicles, of my drowning woe.

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 10:57 AM UTC

sora-2

Depths of Devotion

As tears pour out relentlessly, a cold ember of desperation fills my aching lungs, desperate for a fraction of warmth that the once lit flame provided. The water pulls me in deeper, scattering the pathetic remnants of the depths of devotion, that ache for you. And as sunken eyes akin to the bequeathed stars above, call out your name through the torments veiled by moonlit waters, The silent sea cradles what now are just chronicles, of my drowning woe.

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I count each number, The calories drowning me. And I just can’t float.

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Apr 28, 2022

Apr 28, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC

Broken_Pieces

Numbers

I count each number, The calories drowning me. And I just can’t float.

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inhale before you go beneath, so that you might not run out of your life - don't fade away.

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Jul 18, 2021

Jul 18, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC

kdanielsauthor

Sink, Wane

inhale before you go beneath, so that you might not run out of your life - don't fade away.

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It's not death or dying am afraid to see. but that I do not want afterlife to be eternal. when my pale dead body is facing up, I want but nothingness to see. I do not want consciousness to behold when I cross life's drowning sea. Uninteresting when folks have death experience. maybe they come back to comfort us that are here explaining what is real, and not the confusing conjecture bandied on it's fence or maybe injecting fear and setting our hearts at ache for the coming furnace. One will say 'have no doubt, adios, my friend, be in panic. there definately is a spirit world. Their world is as realm as ours is to us tragedic. we are the ones sleeping for they know what we do but not aware that what they do is percific.

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Apr 30, 2020

Apr 30, 2020 at 6:54 AM UTC

aiyamrex

My fears

It's not death or dying am afraid to see. but that I do not want afterlife to be eternal. when my pale dead body is facing up, I want but nothingness to see. I do not want consciousness to behold when I cross life's drowning sea. Uninteresting when folks have death experience. maybe they come back to comfort us that are here explaining what is real, and not the confusing conjecture bandied on it's fence or maybe injecting fear and setting our hearts at ache for the coming furnace. One will say 'have no doubt, adios, my friend, be in panic. there definately is a spirit world. Their world is as realm as ours is to us tragedic. we are the ones sleeping for they know what we do but not aware that what they do is percific.

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it starts with a simple drop. drip, drip, drip the light fades deeper within the shadows close your eyes, now open, they’re blurred. your lungs are filled with everything you lost, that which you long for, your hope slips away, floats to the surface like bubbles. you’re drowning.

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May 9, 2019

May 9, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC

BrownSugar

water

it starts with a simple drop. drip, drip, drip the light fades deeper within the shadows close your eyes, now open, they’re blurred. your lungs are filled with everything you lost, that which you long for, your hope slips away, floats to the surface like bubbles. you’re drowning.

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We keep an abundance of boxes in the back For the day we decide to leave the life we’ve made Stumbling towards beginnings That slitter away from my fingers Before familiarity is gained And our hearts ache from the loss I once asked my mother Why it was that we chased our on tails Why it was that we run from customary things And right in to unfamiliar once Why we couldn’t stay and belong While knowing it was the right place for our hearts to settle. I once asked my mother Why she never liked my friends And had me cut ties as soon as possible I asked her why she never favored any of them Why she let me be alone with my thoughts Until the only friends I could make Where the squared once in my library I once asked my mother If what she told me about love was real ‘That it was a figment of an aching mind Trying to make something more of its existence’ I asked her if I could love the way she loved him Before he decided we weren’t worth his love anymore Before his eyes fell on another Perhaps more beautiful Conceivably younger and better Before we started this ludicrous run from our own emotions Chased by a past that left its mark with ink that stung I asked her questions that made my chest feel smaller And its contents bloated By hope and better things Inflated to a point of pain and at the same time pleasure I asked her to give me reasons For our choices Why we never chose to be happy Even after we found happiness Why we let the elephant grow in our own living room Until it was chocking the very life out of us And all she could say was “Mother knows best.”

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Dec 27, 2018

Dec 27, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC

Blue_orchid

Mother knows best

We keep an abundance of boxes in the back For the day we decide to leave the life we’ve made Stumbling towards beginnings That slitter away from my fingers Before familiarity is gained And our hearts ache from the loss I once asked my mother Why it was that we chased our on tails Why it was that we run from customary things And right in to unfamiliar once Why we couldn’t stay and belong While knowing it was the right place for our hearts to settle. I once asked my mother Why she never liked my friends And had me cut ties as soon as possible I asked her why she never favored any of them Why she let me be alone with my thoughts Until the only friends I could make Where the squared once in my library I once asked my mother If what she told me about love was real ‘That it was a figment of an aching mind Trying to make something more of its existence’ I asked her if I could love the way she loved him Before he decided we weren’t worth his love anymore Before his eyes fell on another Perhaps more beautiful Conceivably younger and better Before we started this ludicrous run from our own emotions Chased by a past that left its mark with ink that stung I asked her questions that made my chest feel smaller And its contents bloated By hope and better things Inflated to a point of pain and at the same time pleasure I asked her to give me reasons For our choices Why we never chose to be happy Even after we found happiness Why we let the elephant grow in our own living room Until it was chocking the very life out of us And all she could say was “Mother knows best.”

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I've seen the sun, It's shimmery glow, And felt it's warmth too, And yet, I still swim deeper, Without knowing why this Is what I do.

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Apr 15, 2018

Apr 15, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC

III

"Self Improvement"

I've seen the sun, It's shimmery glow, And felt it's warmth too, And yet, I still swim deeper, Without knowing why this Is what I do.

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The Faster I run The Slower and slower you walk The Faster I fall into you The Slower and slower you drop me The Faster I call The Slower and slower you pick up The Faster I drown The Slower and slower you jump in The Faster I sink to the bottom The Slower and slower you gather me up I slow down and i'm ready to lay but you pick up the pace ready to stay The faster you move on to me The slower and slower I move on from you

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Sep 26, 2016

Sep 26, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC

Late-night-stars

9/25/16

The Faster I run The Slower and slower you walk The Faster I fall into you The Slower and slower you drop me The Faster I call The Slower and slower you pick up The Faster I drown The Slower and slower you jump in The Faster I sink to the bottom The Slower and slower you gather me up I slow down and i'm ready to lay but you pick up the pace ready to stay The faster you move on to me The slower and slower I move on from you

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I am drowning in a pool of my own sorrow, and it is the worst pain-- the worst death-- that I could have ever imagined. (d.d.b)

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC

delaney221b

I Need To Breathe

I am drowning in a pool of my own sorrow, and it is the worst pain-- the worst death-- that I could have ever imagined. (d.d.b)

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I knew that loving you was like willingly jumping into a lake with cement blocks tied to my feet, but I had always wondered what it felt like to drown.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC

klaudia-e

Cement shoes

I knew that loving you was like willingly jumping into a lake with cement blocks tied to my feet, but I had always wondered what it felt like to drown.

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Feeling fail. A shallow discontentment only brought about by the success of others. Challenges conspire. Everywhere I look beauty and joy laughing mockingly. My poor body, weak and restless, struggling to breathe under the pressure. Water surrounds me, pounding in my ears, and it is done.

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC

nicole-singleton

Societal Pressure

Feeling fail. A shallow discontentment only brought about by the success of others. Challenges conspire. Everywhere I look beauty and joy laughing mockingly. My poor body, weak and restless, struggling to breathe under the pressure. Water surrounds me, pounding in my ears, and it is done.

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