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James LR Jul 2018
Spilt upon the breathing tide
The shadows of our former pride
Stained with gilded, rusty gore

Songs upon the breeze still scream
From barren bog and skylit sea
Once were sung but nevermore

Clouds cry crimson in the lake
The moons and stars the sky forsakes
As darkness falls on ****** shores
Meteo Mar 2017
the ocean is a
teardrop repeating itself,
lessons in breathing
Megan Jones Sep 2016
I awoke in the night and felt your back against mine
Was this some sort of sign, some distance I couldn't explain?
Or was this a self-perceived storm in the making
constructed from nothing that was real?
The darkness took comfort in those nights we spent
back to back
Ticking, ticking, ticking-
Searching for an outlet, even forging one out of our lack
of subconscious physical attachment, trying to
create a wedge

The wedge served as an object that would separate
my vulnerability from reality
Creaking across my temples and finding solitude in
the destruction of everything I held dear,
you.

As time went on, naturally that wedge became an abyss
and every night I fell hundreds of feet over and-
over again- until my heart shrank into a thread.
The feeling of uncontrollable anxious behaviors
began to manifest in my chest
There it remained-
digging around to find its home, once more
In my adolescent insecure tendencies
You were the crisp fresh air I breathed in
Awakening my soul
Clean and bearing no weight
I effortlessly inhaled you
Taking you in
Embracing you and everything about you
Chilled by your presence
Sending goosebumps down my spine
You were the opening of my eyes

But at the same time

You were the foggy air I breathed in
Suppressing my soul
Foul with a hefty weight
Choking as i tried to force you out
Slowly extinguishing me
Avoiding you and everything about you
Sickened by your presence
Forcing me to stop breathing
You are the sludge coating my lungs

Making me want to never breathe again
elaine Sep 2018
Short breathes, forced.
I feel as if I can’t breathe.
                                                                ­                                               Inhale.
                                                                ­                                               Exhale.

It shouldn’t be so hard,
Yet it is.
Laboring my breathing has taken up my mind,
waking its once sleeping state.
                                                                ­                                               Inhale.
                                                                ­                                               Exhale.

I open up my lungs only to get hit with regret as soon as they open.
Fighting a battle with myself is hard,
Especially when you are losing.
                                                         ­                                                      Inhale.
                                                         ­                                                      Exhale.

O terrible world, why am i being punished?
inhale and exhale

yet i still am not breathing
Val Vik Nov 2018
When I close my eyes,
I'm in my own space.

My breath... is
of ocean weaves.

Hold..
             & release

of all stress
                         to Peace.

Ssssssssssssshhhhhh
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Boi Oct 2018
Stay a sea of gray
Stay a tone of blue
Stay a shade of white
Stay a stain of black
Stay you, me
Stay and don’t lose again
Stay you for my sake
Stay alive. Exist.
In honor of the msaadi6
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