#quicksand
Quicksand rubs against my ankles,
An invisible shackle,
That doesn't seem to bother,
Anyone else.
I only stopped for a second,
To catch my breath,
To pry deaths hand off my nape,
But before I realized,
I had sunk to my thighs.
My peers continue walking,
They don't even look back.
Not a single glance as I cry for help.
Every birthday,
Every deadline,
Every opportunity,
And I sink deeper,
Now it's up to my chest.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 10:54 PM UTC
My heart beats louder still,
Seconds slip, no words exchanged
It's a silent oath whisperd.
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 2:16 AM UTC
No one paid no mind
To the tears from this man
That land at my feet
Creating a quicksand
I couldn't slow the rate
At which it would expand
Leading to the scars
At the base of each hand
I know what you think of me
But this wasn't part of the grand plan
I tried and as usual
I was not able
To help you understand
That I just wasn't capable
Of being a "real man"
©2024
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 4:23 PM UTC
Quicksand foundation
Holding on by a strand of frustration
I sacrifice that hand, call it a mutation
Where will I land?
Your guess is as good as my last one,
And that wasn't one I could count on
©2024
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 10:15 PM UTC
it didn't sneak up on me
i fell slowly
with every act of kindness where she'd go out of her way for
i could lean on her.
she loves me unashamedly.
but i was afraid and stuck in quicksand
but she pulled me up
again and again
no matter how many times i mistook the sinking death trap as ground
our mutual sacrifice for eachother
out of concern, out of care, just because;
is what love is
May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 5:09 AM UTC
The conversation
That I'm havin'
With my sin
Is frightenin'
Acts like a friend
Knows the motion
It knows when
To dig in
Where do I end and it begin?
Hand in hand
We both land
In quicksand
Like it planned
Flames are fanned
I'll be ******
Whoop *** canned
Right on brand
I took a stand and lost command
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 7:06 PM UTC
The poetry of thoughts shines despite the deceit
That lies beyond the kingdom of the forgotten
For it is otherwise shackled by the extraneous resolve
To bind it to mortal forms with the cross of the sheet
And the hammer of the pen.
From this mere p*rversion one can't help but marvel
At the speed upon which we surrender to defeat
And stand ready to relinquish newfound heavens
For the sloppy aesthetics of poetry and prose
And the fate it can't but meet.
For we walk alone on the quicksand of time
And it swallows us whole before we dare speak
So breathe the fresh air before it goes stale
And let every moment be a chance to exist
For it is swaying on the edge.
Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 3:25 PM UTC
i am trapped.
glued to the floor.
quicksand around my ankles.
enveloping my lungs.
can’t breathe.
can’t stop.
dragging me down to the depths.
the depths of inescapable nightmares.
tumbling.
sinking.
begging.
screaming ****** ******
sand filling my throat.
scratching my esophagus so roughly.
clawing at my sensitive skin.
scraping my neck.
open wounds.
hourglass specks falling on top of me.
quicksand pulling me under.
can’t think.
can’t breathe.
arms reaching for anything.
branches, safety—more sand.
bubbling stomach with layers of salty sand.
pleading.
suffocated by the dust.
head underneath.
engulfed by the vicious sand.
gone.
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 9:09 AM UTC
A quicksand cyclones downward at the center,
A spiraling hole spun around by the sands that enter,
They scratch at the innards of my heart,
Pulling everything down and ripping it apart,
I’ve tossed so many things at it,
But they just drop into this endless pit,
Nothing seems to fill it up,
Instead everything just gets ****** up,
It’s like having my flesh sliced by scattered grains,
Spun at high velocity as it sheers against my veins,
Carving out tiny wounds accumulate into scars,
Blood seeping, lost and disappearing with its cause,
Cries are ****** up and then dispersed,
Scattered into pieces until it’s no longer heard,
Screams are silenced by a ringing vacuum,
Run through bleeding veins buried in my womb,
It’s like something wants to come up,
Like a volcano that’s ready to erupt,
Everything that’s been sunk and saturated full,
It’s getting ready to finally burst my soul,
I didn’t want to shut it all up,
It wasn’t my choice to have it all ****** up,
I tried so hard to pull it out with my strength,
But I underestimated the length of my pain,
It’s been loaded and treated with all its vice,
So I don’t know how to clean it up nice,
I think my exterior is too thick for it to ever explode,
But I think that one day, I am going to implode.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 12:56 AM UTC
She believed herself a solid boulder
though as soon as he would hold her,
the safety of his gentle touch
was home she couldn't help but clutch.
She'd dissolve to quicksand at his feet
and blow away as he began to sink.
She loathed her spirit made of dust,
trapped in a mind devoid of trust,
but every time she thought of him
she'd gain the strength to build again.
to show this unsuspecting knight
his kiss had sparked her back to life.
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:56 PM UTC
Enemy moving in
An old friend-
Itching under the skin
Clawing away at marrow
Sleep hollows the mind
Blank of reality-
Ah, but not a sign
Of it making haste anytime soon
Isolation known and welcome
Familiar as it comes-
Although this feeling is all but seldom
Paranoia is beginning to show
Memory of this wrath
Now too real to be past tense-
slinking straight down the path
Once tread and disrupted
Growling straight out of a nightmare
Emanating throughout the room-
This hunger is constantly aware
Though it’s warning is lost to mind
Pain is quite the grounder
A reminder to keep in time-
Stand upright despite the hour
Always alert within these confines
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
even if i had known love has been and always will be quicksand, still i'd jump in it, simply in order to tell you i love you. simply to drown myself looking at you. even if i were to drown again, again, again, again....
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
If I sit still
I drown
If I move
I drown faster
You could pull me out
If only you weren't
The quicksand
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
I reminisce about the conversations I had yesterday
I reminisce about tomorrow, all those obliged conversations I know I won't like
I am so nostalgic
Why so?
Except when everything else is awfully quiet
My own knowledge is a self-distraction
And no point of views are allowed interjections
I reminisce about this melody
It always plays out in my head
Like a walking party
Such a quicksand!
The more I move the deeper I sink into myself
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
I wanted a forest fire
But our flame was nothing more than a candle
Not even a bonfire
Short-lived desire
You did not hurt me
I hurt myself...
Walking on a path through quicksand
Loving someone who was not available
All I can do is to move on
Tolerating your face in my surrounding
The past has to be left alone
And finding someone else to sing along
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
This is not refusal of happiness
A desperate plea for attention
It is a manifest of emotion
Not some imaginary invention
There is a madness populating my head
Billions of shouting ugly voices
Every one an echo of my own
Spelling my lack of choices
Lately hopeless feelings have grown
A desolate cold orchard
Blossomed a place I belong
I'm welcome but also tortured
I have laid down my roots in quicksand
I'll be withered by afternoon
A pile of wilted petals
Unless I am picked by someone soon
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
They made me worry about quicksand a lot as a kid.
Giving me little bits of advice to keep in mind:
Don't move too much you'll go down faster!
If you're stuck just hold onto something!
As if it really was an all too common problem in the stale suburbs.
But I realize now quicksand isn't just one thing. It has many different names.
Don't let it swallow you up!
Just ask for help!
How do I do that?
I tried to hang on and not let it consume me,
But here I am, drowning in quicksand.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
I am feeling stuck
Like I’m drowning in quicksand
Struggling to be free
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
Stand still
I feel myself sinking
And inside I’m thinking
That each movement I’m making
Is pulling me deeper
Stand still
Focus on what you say
Always be sure to convey
Emotional and fervency, there’s no time to waste
Our lives are at stake
Stand still
I can feel every breath
Pulse thumping closer to death
Wondering where we went wrong in the right
And if your lovely eyes will again see the sunlight
Stand still
Capture this moment please
Sinking beyond the knees
Torso receding as I hold close to you
Wondering when the sinking will be through
Stand still
Take the deepest of breaths
I can see you’re scared to death
Hold closer to me as we are swallowed whole
And may God rest our soul
Forever standing
Still
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
in a mud pit.
around my ankles, saddled,
slowly advancing.
Moving is a lot of effort.
tired, I just want to lie yet
and let me sink.
low,
low,
low.
more into this swamp.
my body becomes numb.
extreme pressures,
now around my ribs
suppress breathing attempts.
this mist fills my brain and,
I cannot even whisper...
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC