#gasping
one
song
left
and
we
will
fly
away
freely
one
song
left
and
I
can
fly
away
finally
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 4:17 AM UTC
I breathe in deep.
And yet you keep
having me chase
the next as if a lungful
wasn’t enough.
Oct 19, 2022
Oct 19, 2022 at 9:11 AM UTC
i believe breathing in an air of love
would be the same as gasping in the
beckoning sweetness of a crimson rose on a
fresh summers day
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
in her clenched hand
she held a rose,
recently wilted
i saw its thorns
dug into her palm
like wire barbed
small and unassuming
gasping for breath
she had the heavy scent
of gasoline
each iris was a lit match
and she laid her gaze on me
let me be your fuel,
burn me down
and lament over the ashes
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC
I'm on fire
I'm burning
I'm dying
I'm bleeding
I was careful
I was cautious
and yet
I'm still weeping
I'm tripping
I'm falling
I'm desperate
for something
to catch me
to hold me
to help me
to fix me
I'm gasping
I'm breathing
I'm drowning
I'm fighting
I'm six feet under
and yet
I'm still standing
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
Living with your depression
in that sphere of despair
is like gasping for air
becoming the dark pool’s possession.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
A ocean,
an urge
A waterfall all ready to pour out.
But not a single drop trickles down.
It's all in
drowning
and swimming;
gasping
and breathing ;
emotional
and impulsive.
I am crying words,
but there are no tears.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC
An ocean;
an urge
A waterfall all ready to pour out
But not a single drop trickles down.
It’s all in
drowning
and
swimming;
gasping
and
breathing;
emotional
and
impulsive.
I am crying words,
for there are no tears.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
I can handle the impossible- the scary, the dark, and the loneliness that makes you feel consumed in every room.
I can handle the feeling of never being good enough, the never understanding everything, and the anxiety.
I cannot handle the unknown- the do you still love me? the do you still think about me? the questions that never have answers no matter how much you want them.
I've been swimming up the current and swallowing all the water that threatens to drown me.
I have been running uphill screaming at the top of my lungs, gasping for that breath that will calm my heart down a little bit.
I have been trying so ******* hard and you are still hiding in the corners of my brain that shouldn't have corners.
I can handle the impossible and the anxiety... but I need to know if you love me still.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
The weight of your absence is so heavy
I can’t remember what it feels like to breathe without gasping.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
I often envisage love
as snowflakes-
Each of us have it different
but it’s really just the same
with its imperfectly etched beauty
only few can comprehend
Its beauty can never be
expressed in words
or even a sliver
of what it’s worth
The snowflakes are piling up
and the shivers are ethereal
we don’t even realize
that it drives us delirious
The snowflakes keep piling up
but it doesn’t end here
it’ll drown us in its avalanche
and leave us gasping for air.
-m.j.a
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
My great-great-great-great-great-times-a-million grandmother
was a whale.
And although the Origin of Species never mentions **** sapiens
I own that.
Because just as I have my mother’s calves and my father’s hairline
I have my grandmother’s blowhole.
An evolutionary adaptation to keep me alive
It’s done well so far.
The tides come in and the rains pour down as a flood and monsoon and I feel my lungs burning and I
GASP
At the surface
And I feel my grandmother’s pain.
She is trapped between graceful fish and powerful hippos
Life and death
Lungs underwater
Each deep breath a risk that after diving into the deep
she won’t return
In time.
I am told that I am
The culmination of billions of years of evolution
Why, then, is my blowhole necessary?
I wish I had inherited gills
Because the fear of drowning
Is paralyzing.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
Remnants of a cataclysm,
Drift over my feet.
I stand paralyzed,
Gazing upon the ruins.
Slow thoughts,
Followed by slow emotions,
Settle down.
I shift my position.
Helplessly breathing,
With nothing left to grasp.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:43 PM UTC
He's standing next to me now.
Just close enough for me to hear each pounding beat of his heart and feel the breeze of his breath.
With each inhale he takes it feels like he's ******* the life right out of me.
I become breathless.
I'm gasping just waiting for him to exhale so I can finally breathe again.
With each exhale I'm relieved of the pressure in my chest as if he's manually pumping my blood through my veins with his hands.
With each exhale I feel the warmth of his breath.
It is sticky and hot,
but he has a way of sending chills down my spine as he whispers icy cold words down my neck.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
I am told
Nun
is a picture of a humbled
gasping fish
who realises
he can only truly swim
in a sea of
His righteousness.
© Qwey.ku
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC