When you are in space without oxygen... you will suffocate. A black void will strangle all your life out of you... And your eyes will gaze right into the abyss.
A lonely drifting rock, floating in a place where time loses all meaning and hope is nothing but floating dust.
A vortex tears through this bored reality.
A bleeding gash oozes out blackness, the flicker of a blinking eye, sucking me in.
Emotions implode, a rush of rage, fists land where they were not supossed to land.
Meteor impacts on your skull...
Hope splattered on the walls washed away with the tears of grief and regret. Remorse.
But then all gone, all absorbed into the gaping maw inside me.
Complete withdrawal from life... a retreat to hibernate.
That is how our love feels... this is how you feel.
When i am sleeping you will push a pillow on my face.
You feel like breathing
So easy, i do not even notice you are there anymore yet i need you to live.
You are like breathing
With a plastic bag strapped over my head.
And i am all out of breath...
My eyes gaze backwards into the void...
A floating dying planet, dusted by particles of hope...
Breathing Again [Waking Up on the Right Side of Life]
I just want to breathe again I don't know how I'll get by But I'll somehow pull myself together I can't escape you right now, but I will eventually I will fill the space you left behind The light will go on and I will figure it out
Right now I'm in another world My mind has left Seattle and I am somewhere else Nothing is like it was and I am waiting for grace I've lost everything I just want to hear your voice again Feel your embrace If I want to breathe again I have to wake up!
When the only thing Illuminating the world Are the stars who live Life times away And the moon Who gracefully rules Everything beneath her And the weight on my chest Begins to increase so subtly Until I am being fully crushed underneath it Laying there as the whisps of forgotten dreams Are pushed out of me And my heart struggles to continue beating The simple thought of your crystal eyes Returns some feeling into the tips Of my fingers that tingle as humanity Begins to flow within them again You feel like breathing in a world That thrives on asphyxiating dreamers
breathing.
Author: Nameless
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Date: 26/03/2020
№ 1197124
I wake to the breathing of bears
I wake up to the breathing of bears
And one in particular Her nose against my cheek as wet And deeply brown as earth too far down For me to see; She introduces me To the warmth and nacre of her mouth To salmonberries and bugs The flesh of the fallen forest Nurse logs in the undergrowth, To the yellow avalanche lily
I wake to the breathing of a bear Kind and close, Snuffling and dripping From the tender tunnels of her own body; She measures me between pads as big as plates Her own five-pointed ivory flowers The better to picture Eye and socket, the stripped skin of the skull
And it is always like that: The world, when it wakes me
For it so loves me raw Unwrapped of lists of things to do And coffee cups / the smell of fear And productivity
ВЂ” that is The way it is When the world wakes me up, Inflated by sleep: It is the liminal tooth that pops And punctures me
What is this cruelty? That I look through the lense My heart stuck somewhere Between my gut and oesophagus Bile of revulation and loss Tethering in my mouth Vomit of pain Streaming from my blistered tongue Stomach acids burning my insides Wrinkles mapping the milestones of my life
I weep on nights like this The ones that remind me Of what once was Oh what could have been And what till never come to pass
What will be Is my heart will shatter a million Times over Thinking of your smile And laughter Just 31536000 seconds ago
I miss you till the pain quakes My every Apoptotic Necrotic, Programmed Cell death
It's already gone These are rattling bones An empty cage
Because, without you I am just - A Dead Body Breathing
Make the reader/lover gasp for the reasoning for breathing
First order of the day, dreamer-reader, Lover, Shock the consciousness from stillborn to newborn and gasp At what it takes to grasp the physical self Into a riotous state of alertness
Recite sweet nothings in one ear, Newly writ lover tricks, While nibbling on the other, Or perhaps Conducting a general physical examination,
A concerto of seasoning reasoning
Your advisory on the human state, The reasoning for breathing well received 1/7/17 9: 59M
