"unbreathable" poems
From depth to height, from height to loftier height,
The climber sets his foot and sets his face,
Tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting-place,
And counts the last pulsations of the light.
Strenuous thro' day and unsurprised by night
He runs a race with Time, and wins the race,
Emptied and stripped of all save only Grace,
Will, Love,--a threefold panoply of might.
Darkness descends for light he toiled to seek;
He stumbles on the darkened mountain-head,
Left breathless in the unbreathable thin air,
Made freeman of the living and the dead,--
He wots not he has topped the topmost peak,
But the returning sun will find him there.
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Suffocation,its just a feeling.
Not the type when you're deep under the ocean, with water filling your lungs,
Not the type when you're in a galaxy of burning stars surrounded by a void of unbreathable air.
Suffocation, the type where you sit in the corner of your room, wrapping your spine between your delicate hands.
Your knees, taking shelter in your chest.
Your head held up so high,
Not because of pride,
But because the tears won't stop drowning every inch of you.
Because your mouth is trying to take in every last bit of breath.
Because your hair is a silk veil that covers what is now left in ruins.
This kind of suffocation.
The one where you can't take breaths to stay alive.
The one where your lungs are so empty for you to scream, to shout so they can notice your pain.
This is the kind of suffocation where you're amongst people yet feeling everything so deeply.
They ask you to laugh, but they don't know that once you try to move your lips, you will suffocate.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
I could never finish writing off your name, with your strawberry scent vibrating towards mine and your hooded eyes that covers the wrinkles and your cheek dampens when you crook a smile, I could never stop writing you.
Maybe I was just drawing a thin line with heaven and a tightrope with my eyes close and hell bent towards the unending loophole of my forsaking fantasies, I guess I might stay here. There was something about you that I cannot forsake nor repaint with foreign colors and another texture — you were as a majestic being in my lucid dream.
That even though I cannot recount my fingers one or two or five or ten, I can picture the deepening hole of your dimples whenever you give the world another unbreathable cheeky beam and I sulk here, waiting for another neon glow of that majestic world in my dreamlike prophetic future.
Something told me it was you. As I bear witness another beauty in the realm of my alternative home, maybe then, peering at the sky while I was on a tightrope is worth every penny of sleep and drowsiness gulping another 90's wine.
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 5:29 AM UTC
windy
and a long way down
the people pulsing through the streets
unrestrained
there's traffic
and cars honking
and all i can see
is life
movement
there's people
below these skyscrapers
that are alive
and have things to hope for
and i am not one of them
windy
and it's getting dark now
and i'm almost out of whiskey
so it's now or never
before i loose my nerve
before the reckless abandon stops coursing through my veins
before i forget why the hell it is
that i'm up here in the first place
the bottle clunks on the ground
hollow
completely empty
and i knew i should have brought another with me
or maybe picked a taller building
but as it is
there is nothing above me
all else
is below skyscrapers
all else
is tiny
and insignificant
and selfish
and **** it
why not
just
jump
windy
fast
unbreathable
cold
sharp
below skyscrapers
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
when the unbreathable
dark hole
I lose myself in
turns out to be a pocket
on iridescent disco pants
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
it’s not nearly as romantic as you’d thought; watching the world burn
having it crumble under the weight of your gaze
but here we are, the lucky ones beneath the gallows,
and we’ve got front row seats to the end of
the earth itself.
this acrid, unbreathable smoke is in my
eyes and
ears and
lungs and slowly pumping through my
blood
can you taste this desperation when we kiss?
am i the only one who feels this
sitting on cinders like it’s the hood of my car
and wishing we could see through the haze?
i’ll miss the noise, the feel of
cities rushing
two-lane highways brushing along my
well-worn and weary tires
and you’ll miss none of it, none at all
because you’re dead
and you’re difficult and he’s wearing your face but
it doesn’t matter. none of it does.
kiss me again to drown out the screams. i want another
shot at life, but it won’t happen now:
another car, another motel,
another rushed fumble out of our borrowed ties and IDs and lives
but all i’ve got is you and your coffee’s getting cold.
you’re not him but i can pretend with my
eyes shut -
just don’t leave me with the wreckage.
you are my morningstar
and i’m haunting you with life.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
High-
Smoke in the air,
All you do is blow smoke.
Lies linger in the heavy air-
Intoxicatingly heavy air.
Unbreathable lies-
Unbreakable ties.
Mind so light,
floating above a head weighted with lead.
At some point we all believe we’re better off dead.
Might just be the smoke,
but my life is one big joke.
Coming and going
everyone
coming once and
Always
Leaving.
Always
breaking-
Promises.
Lies
Pies
and then—everyone dies.
High-
Smoke in the air,
That's all they do-
blow smoke in the air
It fills the room to capacity—
only for a moment
and it is empty once more.
Empty promises made ‘
lies created to pacify a situation.
Its all just empty smoke.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
My generation
Is completely ******
Poisoned by radiation ?
Or squashed be terrorist trucks ?
We have mass shootings
At least once a week
We've got global warming
Over which we "debate" via tweets
Some ***** say
Lets fix Mars and go live there
Open your ******* eyes
The big problem is here
Some of us preach acceptance
Saying to love no matter what
I tell you it's deception
Now he's going to hell because he loves a man
Someone kills them-self
Every 40 seconds
Wake up for gods sake
It's the second leading cause of death
We're destroying ourselves
Twelve year old kids
With anorexia
A few thousand wrists were slit
This past November
A step out of the norm
And you'll be excluded
Everything screams CONFORM CONFORM
IF YOU FAIL TO DO SO YOU WILL BE EXECUTED
I could go on forever
But I've made my point
Deep down we all hurt
But we're all in **** up to our necks
The society is rotten and perverse
The world is wrecked
There's nothing for us here
We get a dried up earth
Unbreathable air
We're ******* cursed
It's really not surprising
We all want to die
That we're the most depressed generation
(also the gayest tho lol)
You high ups had better ******* do something
Or we're all gonna die
No more future generation
The human race is falling to it's doom
Get your act together ***** **** mother *******
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC
The night hasn't come yet
But the sky has turned dark
The air is unbreathable
This day was marked
The house doors are shut
There is no open window
I cannot see anyone
Not even my own shadow
A burnt tree stands tall
Where my house once stood
All in flames it went that day
Now in ashes and burnt wood
Most houses got burnt down
By the raging inhuman breed
For energy, they feed on fire
That's how they practice their creed
People fled for their lives
Never returning to their homes
Some killed in the stampede
No one ever dares to roam
The elders say, the spits from hell
Have taken the inhuman form
Feeding on blood and fire
This is the beginning of hell storm...
©sim
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
great love to me is frightening
it's all ache and burn
the
rearranging of breath & bones
justifying anything at all to see that
smile in front of me
I can't
rightfully explain it the way my knees can
or my
right hand but
I like to call it floating
I like to feel that &
sink at the same time \
it's confusing and beautiful;
hours become petals,
heartbeats are worthy and
it is cold settling after this.
it is unbreathable
when the warmth gets wasted
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
“Look at Mother Nature on the run in the 1970s.” Neil Young
The earth battles back,
Katrina, Loma Prieta and Sandy destroy our complacency,
Hurricanes and earthquake chase us from our homes.
Our flood-ravaged farms fail us.
The bees go out on strike,
Refusing the work that sustains us.
Drought destroys germination,
Our food at war with our metabolism,
Energizing while poisoning our bodies.
Dioxin & mercury cross our epidermis,
Infect us; **** us in revenge.
The air itself in rebellion,
Hot, fetid, over-carbonated;
Unbreathable.
The atmosphere itself,
Voting us off the planet.
The non-human and the inorganic conspire against us,
Plot extinction of our species,
Condemn us for crimes against the earth.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Storms Off The Coast
Winds Blow and tumble me around like tumbleweeds.
I hear the storm coming close as the clouds roll over me, menacing in all aspects.
Thunder crashes all around me, light escaping small gaps through the small cracks in the clouds. I could feel the cool of a hailstorm brewing…
So I changed my train of thought.
I felt the clouds recede, I felt my mind clear as I frantically searched my brain for things to think of besides.
But they came back.
Again, I felt the clouds creeping around me as another stress infiltrated my mind. I could feel the cool breath of the wind, but there was something more menacing.
Turning my head around, the clouds change their forms. I become surrounded by dark giants, staring at me, fists clenched ready for war.
The inevitability of the situation hits hard, I can’t stop thinking about it, stresses fog me, stresses that, regardless of how I deal with them, creep closer and closer to me, an unbreathable fog that won’t lift.
I take a breath and succumb to inevitability, arms spread as if to greet it with the warmth of a hug, my mind at peace at last.
It never arrives.
Opening my eyes, I realize that I am alone in a paradise near water. Clear air with a warm sunset and a red sky- this is peace.
Maybe one day I shall know it, maybe one day I shall attain it, but as of now I am fully aware that there is a series of storms brewing, storms I can call mine, storms forming off the coast.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
I dare you drive your car.
I'll walk between the crosswalk lines and bare the weight of all the lights and corners of the street.
The road is ground, ash and dust and still the dead can beat, there heavy hearts on souls of steel and never see what barrels down, but look to left and right.
So can you see the signs stamped
go? and stop, and find they mop you up.
From the road, they pack you up and weigh the load, with measure of your weight, with violence free.
So I doubt you ever will, allow your blood to spill.
But never will you know the cold.
Fruition at it's pace.
That in each turn see a door
without a mark,
to warn you halt.
Behind the the truth is stark.
It might be, that you have heart
and fear not cowards dread.
If of trial or not of trial, no courage and be dead.
So inturn be ground to black
the burnt and paved and lost.
Those with station ever grave,
and cross your heart intact.
For all is only constant,
Yet all the roads repeat.
With, of this the nothing.
Though we have the shapes.
Squares for stores,
Circles round,
That of destined loss.
Hope suspended,
reprimand, light house roundabouts.
That heavy air unbreathable,
And acts on ground conceivable,
Until the light you bend.
But yet we strive to different shines.
Those of different lamps.
Cramps of youth
Yearning now to smile at us, back .
For it was us in tiny rooms
destined to the sky.
The guile lost, with hope to find your foolishness intact.
If not of them and only you
Trails for them you make.
A road of trials, tribulations , so don't retract one act.
For such is shame.
The needling.
To never chance, the why.
That the hope might
Be there still
For daily do we lie.
That it is to the woods,
And oceans reasonings.
This our dusk with glimmer, gleam.
Our making's of a dream.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
Blackguard pontiffs are bonified magicians,
The brook of neutrality has faded,
Canteen dated apples make caprice the unbreathable air's faulty conditions!!!!
Cataract chase will undertake thy crown,
Thou art gagged and bound to worldly view of conduct,
Non obstruct thy debility of nobilities sublime heritage!!!
Thou prison castle dweller,
Thou worm stuck in the tanks filter!!!
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
I'm sinking into the sand that will never let me surface to the sea
never let me surface to the top of the waters, where i can breathe in the stuff that makes me, me
I'm lost in this smothering scandal that drains my soul of its life
i can't get out of this unbreathable stuff,
its ******* me down,
and its shrill taste is tainting my life
I'm stuck in this mess and ill never come out
I'm stuck in this mess; will i be stuck here for life?
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
Your picture comes up
while he and I are in the kitchen
making salad
and he takes one look at you,
all strong eyes and tattoos,
and of all things to focus on
in this world of unbreathable beauty,
of you,
he picks as his focal point
your haircut.
Which is made of hair that is all yours
but somehow is just six inches short
of girl.
Well yeah, but not a real girl.
What does that even mean
She’s not made of plastic, I scream, she’s real.
She’s real, I scream.
He does not flinch, does not here.
I throw the phone on the ground
and it shatters like one of his corral plates
but I didn’t mean to break any window
from me to your face.
And with shattered-glass hands
and shattered-glass breaths shuddering,
I keep chopping.
I whisk in some mint and some pepper and salt.
I chop up parsley as calmly
as my shaking hands can manage.
He still does not hear the shaking;
compliments my steady hand,
praises my knife skills until I have to set the knife aside
so I am not tempted to stab at the chill
running down my own back and away
from this heated kitchen.
I mix the dressing.
I chop the parsley.
And there is chlorophyll left on the cutting board
so I wash it off.
It swirls down the drain.
She’s real, she’s real,
I scream.
She’s realer than me.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
The roses bloom around a house
Reaching over the roof and into the clouds
The thorns pierces the windows
And the roots becomes the floor I stand on
The living room becomes uninhabitable
With glass shattered on the sofa,
The TV split into two
And the air becoming unbreathable
The kitchen is full of insecurities
With rotting food in the fridge,
The missing knifes found in the tub,
And the family table with lost chairs
As a family we protect a single room
The walls are covered with mirrors
Gifted invincibility by our imagination
We stare at our reflection in wonder
Our shoulders are back
Confidence in our eyes
Our head is held high
And into the clouds
We became lost in our protection
Unable to see what is below
Until the dark and bright clouds part
Allowing the star to pierce the sky
It's is a fact that when there is more light
Our shadows become fed
Growing darker than before
And whispers into our ears
We believed we were giants
Taller than our house
And one with the roses
Wanting to seek the blue sky
Instead we trapped ourselves into the clouds
Becoming lost children
Who ignored the open window
And got pricked by a rose
We were smaller than our disguise
Once there was nothing left to compare to
Light shun into the room of mirrors
Leaving a broken family in sight
But we were all addicted
To the beauty of the roses
Who petals became clouds
And the stems that became ladders
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
I want to not be my current self.
I want to be someone else, someone else.
I'm under the mountain, still and again.
I'm under the mountain, a mountain of pain.
And the mountain is heavy, more than before.
I'm unmovable, unbreathable, unhopeable and more.
I'm paralysed, just can't seem to break free.
From under the mountain of guilt, pain and trees.
Trees with leaves of shame and regret.
With a bark of melancholy, I'm sleeping to forget.
I'm sleeping to forget that I am myself.
And in my sleep, I'm someone else, someone else.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC