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The Wicca Man May 2013

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sleep ...
Iteration: the act of repeating a process with the aim of approaching a desired goal, target or result. Each repetition of the process is also called an "iteration," and the results of one iteration are used as the starting point for the next iteration.
fairlyfreaksome Jul 2015
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Breathe and breathe and breathe for me
I’ll breathe and breathe and breathe for you
This world
This life
The love and happiness
All in your eyes
Breathe and breathe and breathe for the best of things
Breathe and breathe just breathe for me

Read and read and read its right
Think and think keeps me up all night
The words that push and push with every sight
I’m going blind from the thought… alright.

So breathe and breathe and breathe for me
We know I sure as hell cant do it decently
I’ll breathe and breathe and breathe for you
I can’t get enough of this green
Sight all filled with blue
Open my eyes- open to you…

Just another night, no sleep in slight
Bad rhyming ****** me off
But this music is soothing
And I get so inspired thinking of life
Breathing is so hard
Holding me back
To many people around
Only two can share solitude happily
In the best of company

How the cool air rest upon my skin
Delicate and white never known what sun is
Soothing, breath is still missing
From my lungs only retrievable from love…

But that is far, now close enough for now
All there is, is hope
But hope is held in God, if you believe in him

What a lie of course you do
I see it you just need to speak it.
Maybe think about the breathing for once.
Easy to forget when its not a loved one.

Yes I did that and yes I did this.
But I did it cause I obsess just a little bit.
I don’t care just move out of the way,
Please pilot,
I’m done with the west, fly east for me.
I wanna see the stars that you can never see in New York City
I wanna be in the limits of the devils play ground
With you holding one hand
Jesus gripping the next

Who cares if I sound crazy?
Every great artist had their thing
I can admit I’m rambling
With incompatible ridiculousness

But it’s true to say,
I can’t breathe today
When I can never breathe
Can’t breathe until this life grants me with a touch
And the **** tree’s will always be

**** Iowa.
It’s only in between.
Lacadee Cash
Alyssa Yu May 2016
the clock slowly ticks down to end my twenty first year.
i think i was expecting something a little more dramatic. loud music, flashing lights. at the very least a few friends beside me and a strong drink in hand.
but maybe i don't need so much excitement anyway; i've had two full decades of it and it's been enough for a lifetime.
in fact, i spent most of those years hoping that would be my entire lifetime,
so many times thinking i would die before this day
so many times desperately wishing i would die before this day.
so maybe tonight's spectacle will just be the first breath i take to begin the rest of my life.
maybe it will be the fact that i choose to breathe at all.


i am still here.
i know now that wanting to die doesn't mean you hate life. and loving life doesn't mean you have to be scared of dying.

i must keep reminding myself again and again that i am loved despite the fact that i'm alone on the couch with nothing but a blanket for company.
the smiles of my friends flash before me one by one, loosening the knot in my chest.
i know the planet is beautiful, but god, it cannot compare to the sound of my friends laughing, as if their joy were weightless. carefully, i stitch pieces of it into a patchwork umbrella for the next rainy day.
i have looked love in the face and i am slowly thawing.

i see again every time i fell on my face, every time i pushed someone else down trying to get up, every clenched fist and tightened jaw.
i have had to fight too hard to get here. but i guess that really means i learned how to take punches and maybe throw one back every so often.
my knuckles are constantly bruised and my skin scars too easily. i am not allowed to forget the hell i've dug my way out of, and i am thankful. it makes the sun feel a little warmer every morning.

lately i've been speaking a little too quickly, tripping over words like the world's clumsiest track runner. there is too much going on in my head to keep up with my mouth.
and is my voice too loud because people are complaining about how i can't whisper, also everyone else needs to talk so should i just stop now...
breathe., this is still a hundred times better than when i never spoke at all.

i am learning how to gently fall asleep in an empty bed
more importantly, i am learning not to call the bed empty when i'm already in it.

it seems i have reached the age when my grade school self thought i'd be an adult with everything figured out. she is yet another person i have disappointed.
still, i am slowly realizing that no one else really knows what they're doing either. and that's okay.
twenty one thoughts for twenty one years
MdAsadullah Dec 2015
Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are sure;
Or when you're in doubt.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are calm;
Or when you freak out.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are alone;
Or when you hangout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you are idling;
Or when you workout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
When you stay silent;
Or when you shout.

Breathe in Breathe out.
While walking in daylight;
Or while sleeping at night.

Breathe in Breathe out.
But beware, each breath;
Brings you closer to death.
Senali Perera Aug 2019
When you feel storms brewing inside you
you breathe.
When your heart turns to stone inside your chest
you breathe.
When unknowing souls cut you open
you breathe.
When they look away from the love you bleed out
you breathe.
When you find yourself choking on daydreams
you breathe.
When your insides burn from their absence
you breathe.
When they tear you apart just for fun
you breathe.
When you feel poems sprout inside your veins from the teardrops you cry
you breathe.
When it all goes silent and you're lost in your own company
you breathe.

You breathe,

you breathe,

and you breathe.

You breathe till your heart lightens
You breathe till your bruises fade
You breathe till you're awake from the reverie
You breathe till the hurricane is tame
You breathe till you find a friend in yourself
You breathe till the aches are all washed away
You breathe for the night to be gentle
You breathe till the golden dawn breaks.
Nicole Dawn Jul 2017
Breathe in
Breathe out

I'm drowning
I can't think
I'm all alone

Breathe in
Breathe out

It's all darkness
The light fled
I'm blind and lost

Breathe in
Breathe out

I can't move
I'm so tired
Everything is too fast

Breathe in
Breathe out

I can't go on
I don't want to live
I want it to stop

Breathe in
Breathe out

Breathe in
Breathe out

Breathe in
Breathe out

Breathe in....

Breathe out
This is more of a rant than a poem sorry
KT Feb 2015
I breathe in.
I feel love and tears of joy.
I breathe out.
I cry, I laugh; The world is but a toy.

I breathe in.
I’m curious;
Just a fish looking at the hook.
I breathe out.
I want it all;
I search, I seek, I look.

I breathe in.
The river of woe,
with no warning does flow.
I breathe out.
Dissapointed and confused,
I boldy look for the More.

I breathe in.
Down and up and up and down,
I am still standing.
I breathe out.
Now I know,
that I know nothing.

I breathe in.
I passed the test;
I found love, made it work.
I breathe out.
I’m just glad that there still is road.

I breathe in.
The road does have holes;
That’s how it is, we are just in our roles.
I breathe out.
One day it will be past,
I am true, so it can last.

I breathe in.
I found my soul.
I breathe out.
I find that all we need is just in the plain and small.

I breathe in.
I get my love, I set sail.
I breathe out.
Oh, I have not a single regret.

I breathe in.
The time has passed, only memories are left.
I breathe out.
No more I move, no more I have breath.
He raised up his head,
Trying to speak,
Yet speaking nothing.

She opened her mouth,
Trying to mutter words,
Yet nothing coming out.

I can't breathe
Words never to be forgotten

I can't breathe
Words we carry on placards

I can't breathe
Words kicking down whiteness

I can't breathe
Words doing-away with racism

I can't breathe
Words demanding equality

I can't breathe
Words bridging the white and black gap

I can't breathe
Words changing the times

I can't breathe
Words destroying white supremacy

I can't breathe
Words uniting colors

I can't breathe
Words uniting races

I can't breathe
Words signifying unity

I can't breathe
Words causing race inequality uproar

I can't breathe
Words knocking down white brutality

I can't breathe
Words ending police brutality

I can't breathe
Great words
Creating equality for all race
Ending police brutality
Doing-away white supremacy
Uniting all race
Uniting all colors
A must for all nations

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This poem is in honor of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and Rayshard Brooks. It also tackles racism and race inequality as well as the right for black to be at the table of colours.
Joel A Doetsch Jul 2012
breathe in

eyes closed

breathe out

breathe in

arms embrace bare shoulders

breathe out

breathe in

lips dance in the darkness
bodies, souls merge

breathe out

breathe in

a contented sigh breaks the silence

breathe out

breathe in

eyes open

breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
back arching
breathe in
breathe in
b r e a t h e i n
breathe out
breathe in

hand brushed across a cheek
smiles and comfort
as bodies entertwine
for peaceful slumber

breathe out
I felt there might be more to be said here, but why ruin the moment.
Marc Pruchnitzky Jan 2014
Breathe they told me it'll be alright, just breathe deeply and let it pass by. When the time is right they will come and love you like the seasons when they are young. Just breathe deeply it'll be alright they whispered to me as I strayed from the candlelight, to wander on my own, to reach out and find my new home. To find a place and make it mine, to make it strong to withstand the test of time. Just breathe deeply it'll be alright as I clutched her hand so tight, as I watched her through the night. But that night turned alight very soon with joyous life so new. Just breathe deeply it'll be alright, as I warped my arms around my family on this late afternoon. He's gone and left for something new something greater than this world could produce. We watched as my father passed into the light to soon. Just breathe deeply it'll be alright, as I walked into the ward that cold winter night. Her hearts so strong but body so weak, the will to push is there but she cannot speak. Into the corridor I wander as I feel the light it's my father he's come back for her, to hold her with all his might; and as I entered the room she had passed with delight. Just breathe deeply it'll be alright, as I send my future into the night with the same words they told me, to follow the light, and breathe deeply it'll be alright, and never forget to follow your heart it will always be right. Just breathe deeply it'll be alright, as I watch my firstborn carry our light. He's made it through the night and he's found another and I see the greatness in sight. Just breathe deeply it'll be alright as I walked into the room with the sounds of a young one wailing with all their might. Strength so new I know that they get it from you. Just breathe deeply it'll be alright as we watch the time slip with our grand kids delight. We've watched them grow and find their light,it's amazing to witness this worlds beautiful life. But darling I am sorry I must confess I cannot breathe deeply tonight, for I'll leave you to find the light. He's calling and I must go but just remember that I love you so. I'll miss our nights of sweet embrace when I could stare into your eyes and mine you the same. Darling just breathe deeply and take my hand it'll be alright I'll be waiting by the gate to carry you on your final night, through the gates and into the light.
Riot Jan 2015
i clench my fist hoping i've grabbed the last inch of air i could put behind my broken jaw

breathe in, breathe out

my mind attacks my memory like it's a world war with no allies

breathe in, breathe out

i remember you
i remember you?
since i was 8 i've tried to play God
and ended up admitting i'm a sinner

breathe in, breathe out

i brought you back from the dead
only for you to sit in your grave

we all did
we prayed for you

breathe in, breathe out

my memories don't lie
and i remember a change in you
and i thanked God with all my might that i could no longer blame you


breathe in, breathe out

if i could pray i would say: God help my dad so he doesn't die in a puddle of his own rage

*breathe in...
Aver Jun 2014
i cant
i know
the walls are closing in
i am trapped
in a cage i built myself
air cannot break these chains
there is not enough oxygen in all the atmosphere to fill my hollow lungs
i cant, i am screaming far too loud
you are silent*
not if you listen
i cannot see myself anymore
thats not such a bad thing afterall
Kate Carlson Apr 2017
...breathe in.
                      ...breathe out.
                                                  ...breathe in.

It seems so simple. If we want to live, we need to engage in these basic, life-sustaining movements. Breathe, eat, drink, sleep. We cloud our minds with fears about those moments in-between... in the spaces we aren't quite sure how to handle.

Our breathing loses its depth. Our hearts begin their panicked sprint and our hands rattle with uncertainty. As our minds clog with doubt and apprehension, we begin to back pedal. Do we really needed to follow each exhale with an inhale? Could I hold my breath a little longer and do a little more? Could I die a little bit to live a little more? How far can our bones and spirits bend before they snap? How much death can I pump through my veins before the cardiac arrest of an engine without oil spills the contents of my well-maintained façade on the front porch of death itself?

...breathe in.
                      ...breathe out.
                                                  ...breathe in.

The emptiness of a self-imposed shallow grave pierces the best laid defenses of gold, glory, and gluttony. Previously plump posturing deflates to reveal sunken chests and dreams. Ordered beats give way to palpitations pushing the walking dead to, "speak now or forever hold your peace."

...but calloused hands and white-washed souls hold nothing more than fermented fears. Like a deceitful craftsman, fearing the testing of his work by the flames, we long for the warmth of the fire but fear our long-cherished idols will crumble to irredeemable ash.

...breathe in.
                      ...breathe out.
                                                 ...breathe in.

As the soot coats our weary lungs, a muted wave begins to lap at our roots.

...breathe in.
                      ...breathe out.
                                                 ...breathe in.

Joints creak back to exuberant life; the coarse rust giving way to polished jewel. Bread and wine flush the toxins and clear our eyes. Our searching hands at last placed in the rescuing wound we so long feared.

Wretched gives way to, "worthy."

...breathe in.
                      ...breathe out.
                                                 ...breathe in.
Michael P Todd Sep 2010
A deep breath—I fill my lungs and close the airway. Submerge my face in a pillow and resolve myself to wait until my lungs burn—I await the pain. My senses screaming, my lungs driving me to let them have the oxygen they so desire—I decline. Funny how I chose that which offers peace to the weary, an item that invites comfort to rob myself of that most archaic means of surviving. I find it interesting how calm I feel while denying myself that which I know I cannot live without. Isn’t it odd how we only become aware of the subtle currents of air that tickle our skin, raising chill bumps where it finds us bare when we deny ourselves its luxury? Luxury. That’s an interesting way to phrase it really—Breathing as a luxury. A gift of power, smug in our abuse and neglect we fail to see what we loose when we breathe. Lying here refusing to give myself life—for that’s what air is really, and breathing is living. I laugh. Oh yes, I find it funny. I catch myself readying to breathe again and I still that notion. Shove it down; subdue it until it is nothing but a stinging memory in my chest. It takes a lot of strength to deny yourself to breathe. But somehow that only drives me to test that strength.
I wonder if I will forget how? Could the muscle memory that pilots such a necessary involuntary act be forgotten? No, of course not. But perhaps the feeling of fresh air full of life could be. Could it? Perhaps not. For even as these words find themselves onto this page I find myself remembering what it feels like to expand my lungs, for the blood to cool as it gathers its fill with oxygen as it travels on its wending cyclical way. I laugh again. The burn begins to spread and I feel my muscles atrophy. Yet they tighten and tense as if under assault, screaming at the atrocity wrought upon them. Though still I refuse to breathe.
I roll away from the pillow, open my face to the still air and feel it tickle as it tries to find a weakness. Denying my lungs for so long I begin to feel my skin breathing. Absorbing oxygen as cellular mitosis continues in spite of my flirtatious dance. Maybe I am just dreaming. I feel the fire subside. As if my body accepts its doom. “No breath for you,” I say. “No easy outs.” And resolve continues.
Amazing how long a person can go without breathing, pushing ever closer to that most primal fear—that of not being able to breathe. But I can. I feel my chest involuntarily expand, demanding the very thing I strenuously withhold. I know by that alone that I can breathe, I can live. But still not once do I begin to inhale the sweetness that I need. I want it now, but the primal is so enticing. After all, it is when we fear that we truly know what it is to live. That’s when we feel life. As if it were a tangible being that we’ve strapped to ourselves so that it won’t escape. I’ve set mine free. I’ve let go. Maybe it will return to me. Maybe it will leave me in my vain attempts to deny myself to continue fickly on to another. But which do it want--Perhaps neither, perhaps something more. Beyond breathing, beyond mere muscle memory, beyond what I cling to. The Pain returns.
I want to breathe. I want to live. I want to feel the rush as all my body awakens and revels in new existence--Rebirth. Its odd how something so ordinary can redefine a person, how something so obviously taken for granted and ignored can make us anew—a Renaissance of living, giving new life to life, helping life live. That’s just funny to say. My chest chuckles--I can’t laugh. I can’t breathe so how could I anyway? I smile. Vanity is alluring. I am vain. I deny that which defines life just to feel alive. Vanity, Luxury, Rebirth, Pain—such is the nature of my breathing, the archaic nature of involuntarily driven muscle memory.
Would I even know how to breathe if it wasn’t burned into the most ancient quadrants of my brain? I don’t even know the part that drives the muscle memory. Perhaps when people die there are a few lingering moments where their lungs contract like the twitching mouth of a decapitated fish, gulping at air to fill dead lungs. Maybe breathing is so primal that it doesn’t end with the rest of the body.
The burn has come. I can feel the fire inside my chest. I welcome its warmth, rubbing my hands over the radiating inferno as if I just came from the dead winter cold without the weathering to block out the chill. The warmth permeates through me. Would breathing feel better than this? Could it? I doubt. Only at the razor edge of life while teetering upon the precipice stealing insecure glances to the other side on the off chance that we may glimpse a greener field do we know what living really is.  So aren’t I living now more so than ever before? Whilst denying myself a breath, aren’t I more aware of what it means to be alive? I laugh. Denying yourself air only leads to an end. No, the end--Death. Yet I appreciate life more so dying than living. I deserve to die. Taking for granted that which is stolen from innocents daily. Innocent? Now that’s a peculiar ideal. They are the same. I wonder if they are aware that they breathe. That’s absurd, of course they are. How could they not be? ******* life, ******* air, but do they know what it means?
I feel my lungs contract again—Pain. That’s all it is now, but why? I know I can breathe, yet I choose not to. Is it the act of forcing myself not to take a fresh breath, or the fact that I have yet to do so that hurts? Maybe it’s because I now know what I’ve been doing all these years. At the brink I realize what it means to live. Was I living before? Yes, but I wasn’t alive. Interesting that, to live without being alive—sounds as if I’m hooked to a load of machines keeping me from decay. That’s all they do really. Awareness, that’s living. Breathing is merely the means. The end is being aware, awakened to the fact that an action which you can’t control is the only thing keeping your head above ground. After all, even when drowning the body wants to breathe.
I open my mouth. I lie to my body. I still fill my lungs with nothing but stubborn desire, desire to delay my breathing. I imagine what it will feel like to take that first breath—a Renaissance of living. I can feel the blood in my veins bubble in anticipation. My body wants to be alive. My heart can’t beat fast enough. Striking a furious pace it pumps my blood through my body spreading life and oxygen to every limb making me light headed and delirious with its purity.
I’ve decided. I’m going to breathe again. I’m going to live. And what’s more, I’m going to be alive.
My mouth still open, my lungs still closed, still screaming, still burning, still tightening in their involuntary way—breathing air that isn’t there, air that they know is there, available to them at their whim. I open my lungs.
I exhale. Now that is interesting. I’ve denied myself the life of breath until my lungs begin to pump out of sheer memory and longing for that which gives them purpose. Denied that which defines life, that which I want—that I need. And I exhale?!? Further delaying what my instinct has told me to take? How is that logical?
Air rushes into my lungs. Funny, I scarce expanded them at all. I feel the life rushing to my fingertips, to my toes, to my ears and eyes—to my kidneys even. I am alive. It’s funny though. Part of me feels like I’ve just died, like I’ve ceased to live. I laugh long and hard, throaty and merry and so brim full of life. I began to live again, became alive at the very instant I ceased to exist. And it is so funny.
Dimitar Dimitrov Dec 2012
Breathe my son
Feel the air
feel the soul of the nature
flowing through you.
Breathe and create your life.
Breathe every moment
in your life.
Every second
Breathe and feel
Breathe and start
Breathe and fail
Breathe and don't stop
Breathe and finish
Breathe this second
even if it may be your last.
Breathe and feel your life
your time.
empty seas Mar 2018
Breathe in
Breathe out
I can’t command my breath anymore
My eyes are filled with toxic tears
causing the problem to get worse
Breathe in
Breathe out
Count with my five senses to calm down
too bad they’re too compromised
to do any help at all
Breathe in
Breathe out
Worthless with out my grades, this A+
I have no good personality, no creativity
to make me worth something
Breathe in
Breathe out
So as I bury my head in my hands
calming my anxiety is like
covering a mountain with a blanket
So I breathe in
and breathe out
I had an anxiety attack in math while taking a test.
Sarah Lyn Sep 2013
I cannot breathe
It takes every ounce of my energy
For oxygen to reach my lungs
It comes so easy for everyone else
When I get lost in my head
I return to life gasping for air

Your blue eyes, and faded jeans


Your hand tucking hair behind my ear


Long walks under starry skies


Quiet kisses under the covers


Tropical sunsets and New Jersey snow
Making me rethink everything
Making me fall hard
Being ******* perfect


Left me in love and Alone
Cold in your eyes as you tell me to go
No explanation no reason at all
Just a piece of my heart and you go



. . . Breathe

Kiss on the cheek in new york city
Giving you everything for the first time
Christmas day when you finally said the words
March when you took them back
Not looking back from the highway


Day 5 no call


Day 30 no call


Month 6 no call

. . .Faint
Ynhia Pollard Mar 2016
Just breathe,
All you gotta do is breathe,
Come on breathe ...

The nerve of the butterfly that took my last breath,
The nerve of our affection to be the cause of death,
The nerve that I'll be left 6 under,
The nerve of my heart; in an enteral slumber,

Just breathe,
All you gotta do is breathe,
It's my Loves Asphyxiation,

When my eyes plant on you,
There is no shaking,
When my lips meet yours,
There is no faking,
The ****** of your him to my her,
It's in the love we make ...

Just breathe,
It's my Loves Asphyxiation,

Chemistry on another,
I feel the levels changing,
The air in my body is scarce,
I can't breathe when you're not around,
My hearts asthma is affected by you,
The way you make me do the things I do ...
It's My Loves Asphyxiation

Just breathe,
All you gotta do is breathe,
Come on breathe ...
She's gone and he's not attending any funerals....
Arshiya Noor May 2019
I am in love, this feeling of love is beautiful.
I want to climb up the seventh sky and announce my love to the world.
But I might get judged.
They might call me the bad apple of the society.
Tell me, what's so wrong in doing typical things untypically.
I am a she and I love her.
I might be eccentric
But it's me, don't make me a topic of your gossip.
Let love breathe. Let me breathe.

This tux looks so good on me. My boyfriend had gifted me on our first anniversary.
We mismatch yet we match the best.
But we can't reveal our love, it's a sin people say.
Tell me, how can love be wrong anyway?
You claim to love her just for her ****** and *******, Oh! Your love so sacred but my love for a human and his heart is a mistake?
I am a man and I love my man.
I might be eccentric
But it's me, don't make me a topic of your gossip.
Let love breathe. Let me breathe.

When I say, "I've a big heart" I mean it.
When I say, "I can love anyone" I mean it.
I am attracted to human souls and not their genitals.
Why do you think it's absurd?
I won't suffer the scarcity after some thousand years.
I am not just lesbian or just gay or just afraid. I am soul who can love any soul. Male or female or both.
I might be eccentric
But it's me, don't make a topic of your gossip.
Let love breathe. Let me breathe.

They looked at me like I don't belong to this lot.
They judged me until the whole world called me a blot.
I am proud that I didn't confine myself with what I was born.
Nor did I lie to my originality, why am I still wrong?
Yes, I have *****
And I wear lipstick.
That doesn't seize my right of being a human or makes me heinous.
I chose what I wanted to be.
I am not a male or a female, I am a human being.
I might be eccentric.
But it's me, don't make me a topic of your gossip.
Let love breathe. Let me breathe.

I might be eccentric.
But it's me.
Don't make me a topic of your gossip.
Let love breathe. Let me breathe.
I have flesh, I have blood, I have skin, I have heart, just like you. I am fine for me yet queer for you.
You question me, you criticise me, you segregate me because I am peculiar.
Because you don't have what I have.
Because I am more humane than you.
Because I am blessed.
Because I am eccentric
And it is the real me, don't make me a topic of your gossip.
Let love breathe. Let me breathe.
Jade Lewis Nov 2019
Breathe in, breathe out.
Watch your lungs expand and deflate.
Allow your fake smile to transform into a pout.
And forget about the time and date.

This is a chance for something new to grow,
For you to no longer feel so alone.
And as the air from your lips flow,
You can release your inner moan.

You’re upset and you can’t hide it.
You’re fighting the never ending fight.
Just breath in and out as you sit,
And gather all your might.

Life is dumb, mean, and unfair.
You can scream, cry, and dare.
But you will never be who you want to be,
Especially when you look in the mirror and ask “How could that be me?”

Breathe in, breathe out,
Just for a while.
Breathe in, breathe out,
Don’t be tempted to give a fake smile.

You’re allowed to feel numb.
You’re allowed to be you.
Don’t say what you’re feeling is dumb,
Because they’re brand new.

These feelings you have make you feel so small,
Maybe because you can’t break down your wall.
You built it so high, that nothing can get out.
Breathe in, breathe out.

Open your eyes,
And take a look at the blue skies.
Everything you see is now in color,
Don’t be fooled by those who see it duller.

Breathe in, breathe out,
And realize that you’re only human.
Breathe in, breathe out,
Release your confusion.
Every moment, minute or day,
we spend our waking life breathing in life
enjoying memories and cherished people around
making love and making laughs

the sweet sweet breeze, and the peach colored skies
All of it so sweet it makes our teeth hurt thinking of it
like so many photographs and records we shared
All of it in a single breath and a blink of an eye

Isn't it fun and happy?
Isn't it so perfect and so simple?
Isn't it what we wanted to all have?
Isn't it what we long for and did have?

Until we turn dark, and all the colors turn grey
until we see what we were and see what we are now
Until we crumble in each and every word we hear
until we succumb to the arms of Depression itself

Until we grab that **** bag and stuck our puny heads in
Until we reach for that medicine cabinet for the pills we need
Until we take some drugs and ease our pains
Until we reach the moment darkest in our darkest days

Breathe child, my momma would say
breathe it all out and breathe it all in again
I keep breathing and breathing and breathing
until it becomes a routine that my muscles have mastered

Breathe out the bad thoughts
Breathe it back in
Breathe out the bad thoughts
Breathe it back in

Day by day, it cycles, an endless horror show
Night by night my hands tingle like shaking jello
I can't seem to remember what my momma told me
Help! somebody please, help me breathe

The relentless hands of anxiety and depression
The unforgiving laughs of insomnia and ADD
the same sh*t that I go through, night after night
Caging me in like a tiger  in a circus show

Until we see the calm and grasp it like a baby holding a rattle
Ever so tight, yet ever so clumsy
The light shines and we see clearly
What we have become and start breathing in rhythm

My lungs fill with air every time I breathe
Yes, but as I fill my chest with life...
When I exhale, am I breathing out my life?
So tell me, Am I both living and dying with every breath?

Am I already dead but my body denies it?
Am I a walking corpse living in an empty shell?
Am I a machine destined to be one so lonely, so shattered
That I cannot anymore---I cannot anymore, breathe.
Performed this in front of people :3. I cried while performing. Thank you for all those who listened, love you all :3 <3
R Nov 2013
breathe in, breathe out
you're *so
no wonder he/she doesn't like you,
why would they anyways?
you're fat,
not pretty,
not smart enough,
not tall enough.
you're just not enough.
you're never enough.
and you never will be either.

breathe in, breathe out
my heart beats faster,
my saliva gets harder to swallow,
i start to choke on my own air,
my lungs tighten up,
my head starts to spin,
tears start rushing down my face,
there are too many people in here,
are they laughing at me?
they probably think i'm pathetic,
actually, you know what?
they are right, i am weak
i can barely even go a week without
relapsing and having some sort of
mental breakdown.
i cant, i cant, i cant.

breathe in, breathe out
help please someone help me
mike ashley amy anybody please
i need someone help me please
i don't know what to do anymore
i'm drowning in my own mind please
just someone help me!

breathe on, breathe out
just look at mike, he makes things better..
right? god, his big, beautiful blue eyes really
do make things so much better.
wow. i never realized his hair was so curly...
must be nice to be his fiancée, i'd do anything to
play with his hair. but, i'm not, of course,
i'm not good enough, too young, not pretty enough,
just..... not enough.

breathe in, breathe out
it's your fault you know.
you let him touch you.
you let him do those terrible things.
you let this happen.
you ******* ****.
great ******* job.

breathe in, breathe out
finally my breathing becomes a bit slower as my friends ask if
i'm okay. then i start to get back on track. i think about my
grades, friends, mike (in a more positive way) and i simply just
Breathe in . . . . . . . . . . Breathe out
Breathe in . . . . . . . . Breathe out
Breathe in . . . . . .Breathe out
Breathe in . . . . Breathe out
Breathe in . . Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out

Just Breathe...

I want you to remember to breathe
Because things go on
And they get better
ekT Feb 2018
It's like,
It's like when you jump in water
And you can't exactly swim, but you do it anyways because you've got nothing else to do
And the jump is kind of terrifying, and its thrilling but it's terrifying.
But the best part,
The best part is reaching the surface,
when you reach the surface and take that first gasping gulp of air
and you can see clearly and you can think and breathe and finally you're okay.
So you start jumping
You keep jumping in that **** water because that breathe
That breathe makes the little fear of the jump, of the moment of sinking before you kick,
That beautiful breathe makes it all so worth it.
And you keep jumping
Jumping until suddenly it's not worth it anymore
That breathe seems so unattainable because you're too tired to enjoy it.
So now you're drowning
And you are in a constant fight to stay afloat, because that little fear of sinking isn't a little fear anymore
And you're trying
Trying so hard to breathe
And you hate this ****** water cuz its got you and now it wont let you leave
And you realize all this time you jumped to breathe is a waste because you were breathing fine and now you have to jump to breathe.
And now you don't know what to do because now the jumping isn't helping,
You can't breathe either way, you just cant breathe, you cant breathe, i can't breathe….
You just, you just have forgotten how to breathe, and you don’t have time to learn before you suffocate.
You try and emulate the action but it failed to gain traction
So you spend your life seeking quick ways to keep breathing
And it's like, its like when you jump in water
And you can’t exactly swim, and you've got nothing else to live for
And the jump is terrifying, and its terrible and it's terrifying
And there’s no best part because you can't exactly swim, and you never reach the surface so you never take that breathe...
And you keep drowning.
Vitamin Dee Nov 2014
When I first saw you, you stood before me and I breathe you in.

I took a deep breath… blew out any fears and concerns, I breathe you in, innocently, care-freely and wholeheartedly.

You held my hand and I breathe you in. I blew out every memory of any other before you and I breathe you in innocently, care-freely, lovingly, and wholeheartedly.

You rubbed against me and I breathe you in. I blew out hot mist, letting go of any weakness. I breathe you in, innocently, care-freely, lovingly, completely and wholeheartedly.

You looked into my eyes, I stared into yours and I breathe you in. I blew out my wants and needs and breathe in yours, innocently, care-freely, lovingly, completely and wholeheartedly.

I felt your pain from miles and miles away. I could even smell the salt from the sea. I breathe you in innocently, care-freely, lovingly, completely, soulfully, wholeheartedly.

Never could two be more connected or so I thought.

Now, I stand here confused and alone with your soul and scent entwined in mine, I breathe you in, but now, I’m breathless.

I can’t breathe... Instead of oxygen, my lungs are filled with toxic carbon dioxide, yet, I breathe you in and your breath is mine, innocently, care-freely, lovingly, soulfully, and wholeheartedly.

In the end, it turns out, I was yours but you were never mine – I exhale.
Nigel Obiya Jul 2010
A walk through thirsty land
Breathe... step... breathe... step
Dunes of towerring, rusty sand
With each step, breathe... step
No rules, no lanes... no need to 'keep left'
Or walk in any particular direction... but that which you choose
Too hot by day to play, by night... too cold to snooze
It is beautiful, in an evil way
Impressive, but can ****
It giveth less than it taketh away
That bone piercing, nightly chill
It's getting closer, time grinds teasingly on
The dunes seem to get taller, teasing the sun
Whose heat, direct from sky to forehead
Squeezes my pores...
Breathe... step... breathe... breathe... step
And robs my body of its last bead of sweat
Breathe... breathe... breathe... step
Attempt to swallow saliva... feel like I'm gurgling on glass
Breathe... stop
No tree... open land... sea of sand... parched
Try to reassure myself, in a raspy monotone
Wish for one thing right now, not water... chlorofoam
So I can pass on, and not feel it
The desert's friends are up and about in the dark, cheering "**** it! **** it!"
I try to ill will it... try to hold on
But this warrior of nature's choke hold, grip... proves too strong
To fight
So... tonight
I decide "It's over, I'm gone"
I can hear the afterlife call
Out to me
Pick myself up... Breathe... step... stumble... fall.
Lauren Dec 2015
the sun sets, the plane rises
I wonder if anyone has ever noticed
the city looks like a bright circuitboard
when you're 20000 feet above
something dings outside my headphones
"the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign"
"turbulence ahead"
my ears won't stop popping
and everything is muffled
and there's white noise trapped inside my head
so I close my eyes and breathe
and suddenly I'm back in that dark room
phone pressed to my ear
where everything but his voice sounded foreign
I tell myself to
breathe in
breathe out
breathe around the fact that
every time he looked at you that day
your chest felt less tight
breathe in, breathe out
breathing passion into every word we speak
just like old times
breathe 1 breathe 2 breathe 3 to 10
yes, you're still breathing
he's here again and you're still breathing
anxious breathing over the phone
in the dark revelation
that the wire connecting your phones
is thinner than the wire
connecting your souls
keep your breathing steady, Lauren
as if everything he's saying isn't
leaving you breathless
breathe as if every word that's said
every connection that's made
isn't a dull knife at your lungs
I open my eyes
the city has disappeared below
the plane is shaky
I almost laugh at the irony
"turbulence ahead"
Sayer Dec 2014
I'll always float here,
inside this garden of chemicals
for many years
to destroy myself would be blasphemy,
to remember myself would be heresy
so I settle in the middle (of nowhere)
with no words, no whispers,
the loud bang from the bell is
drowning out the non-polluted oxygen
in my lungs, in my heart
through the zone, out the zone
no way to say goodbye
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in, breathe out
breathe in
Lucas Lowman Sep 2013
I wake up.

I go to my window.

The Sun is out.

But not For Long.

The Smog is Creeping in.

That ****** toxic cloud.

Filled with poison. Filled with Sadness. Filled with Pain. Filled with Destruction. Filled with Anger. Filled with Loss.

Full of Fear. Full of Hurt. Full of Death. Full of Worry. Full of Hate. Full of Darkness.

The Wonders of the World are gone and have been replaced by the trillion terrors.

The Sun is out, But the Smog is rolling in.

So I walk. I walk.

I am Outside Now and I see That ****** Cloud slithering in front of that beautiful sun.

And I breathe. I inhale the ugliness. The Branches of my Lungs begin to wither as that cloud invades my body. I breathe and I breathe, never exhaling. My eyes begin to tear. My body becomes weak.

But I keep breathing. I breathe for my brothers, for my sisters, for my fathers, for my mothers, I Breathe.

I breathe for my sons and for my daughters. I breathe for all. I breathe in the disgust so they don’t have to. So they NEVER have to.

I choke.

And as my body becomes a shell and my soul decides to depart. My Brothers, My Sisters, My Fathers, My Mothers, My Sons, My daughters, they breathe in to me.

They give me purity and strength through air that has never tasted so sweet.

They bring me back and they carry me inside where I lie down next to my wife, next to my husband.

And I sleep.

With a Smile on My Face.

— The End —