breathing
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I thought being with you
would put an end to me taking care of everyone else
that being with you would be easier
I thought I would be able to breathe
but maybe it isn't something I was forced into
I am a man.
I’m sure my reputation proceeds me
I know just how you’ll perceive me
But I’m begging please believe me
Please open your eyes and see me
I am a human
I breathe you
I wear you as perfume
You fill my olfactory with calm
I am flooded with warmth
I am 200 billion stars
I am magma
You make me 200 billion supernovas
I am an eruption of feeling
I'm sorry
it's the simple curse of existence
"It's not polite for little girls to sit like that,
you're a respectable lady now aren't you?
It's a woman's job, you'll have to get used to it."
I am only overwhelmed with pure joy;
It is when I take in that sweet fresh air.
The smell of rain lingers as a decoy,
It's a distraction to the lack of care.
Can i breathe? , yes
Yes i can
Can i see?, yes
Yes i can
Can i live, no
No i can't
My life is a gift , that i have yet to open
But i'm scared my gift , isn't what i wanted
My mentor is the weighty, wheezing breath at the top of a steep hill
on days when I already know I’m late for first period.
It's the carbon dioxide my lungs won’t let out
in a sharpie-smeared bathroom stall
Eyes open I can feel but not see,
What is this pain overwhelming me?
Am I alive, Can I breathe?
You see not long ago it was you and me,
You and I, He and she there-
I was alive, I could breathe.
to you, a year from now-
when climbing up the lighthouse stairs
you must always consider the pawn.
all the puppets placed for a someday, whale
Waking,
Brushing,
Combing,
Walking,
Rushing,
Running,
Breathing,
Working,
Sweating,
Eating,
Swimming,
Breathing,
Writing,
Reading,
Laughing,
Exhalation is the flow,
Of my body, my mind, and my soul,
Of the respiratory current out,
Into the air about.
The deep breathes I take,
Will help calm the mistakes,
That I've only made in my mind.
It was long after my bedtime when she received the callThough I had a phone in my room,I didn't pick it up.I knew.I felt it.
Where my emotionIs gathered inConstant tensionMy nose, my throatHot clouds ofBreath that disallow The peaceful rainTo swallow downMy doubt, my insecuritiesMy stress, my fear
Without it you wouldn’t be carbon-based.Without it you don’t have the energy to make enough ATP to move.Without it you sit in your room half-dead,that’s why certain words leave the air knocked out of you.
Pounding the pavement-
Just breathe.
Rounding the corner, and drowning in
water-
Just breathe.
Sprinting the last steps while blurring my
My mother's crying
My father's gone
My brother's screaming
I am singing,
I think I'll take a walk
My friends aren't listening
My teachers don't care
The walls are closing in
at the bottom of the whole mind,
I walk there sometimes,
with a sense of at ease
instilled in my spirit.
With old brown boots
and a ragged plaid shirt,
I am here uncovered and old.
Inside, around, behind
what's in my mind?
Flashbacks
tons of flashbacks.
I wiggle, I scream
hes too mean.
I can't get away
but you think I did it to
myself.
I am carbon
a diamond in the rough
still dull with jagged edges
I've been through heat
and under lots of pressure
but I still don't shine
people look and stare in my direction
A rush enters like a veiling curtain
Of cascading water;
A vaporous fall, endlessly joining
Aqueous substances below.
Descending from a starlit heaven,
How could my heart retain
Crystal rose,
You reflect light so beautifully,
But how does it feel to have petals of stone and not of felt?
To hold no fragrance,
To not sway melodically in the winds’ breeze,
To only be a sturdy copy?
Breathing Just Fine
Held under water
Gazing upon him
We fight for a way out
The sea blue runs black
I’m not quite sure if I still have lungs
I feel like I’m respirating
I still smell
I still feel my chest expand and deflate
I’m still alive
But I don’t feel like I’m breathing
A carbon atom is small,
But it can make you trip and fall.
It has many things to do in life,
So it will do it while he flies.
Carbon forms a bond with oxygen,
And they become the eternal bossing gem.
They travel through the world,
While living in a refugee community for fourteen years, I saw many issues that needed to be fixed to make a better world. Many students weren't even allowed to be at school, and many those allowed, didn’t want to go to school.
It’s kinda funny sometimes
When I’m chatting online with my friends
Ranting about the immigrant child life
Trying to make my case to those who don’t understand
Funny because all my messages
Come out
I write because I’m a bird underwater
my feathers yearning for the day they become gills
my wings learning to swim
since the day that I learned the human race kills
and then rebuilds their cities with the bodies
I can hear the pen,
Scratching, scratching, scratching.
I can see the ink,
Writing, writing, writing.
Trees have always reminded me of lungs. They even kind of look like them. They branch out in the same type of widespread, fleshy mass with exposed meat, and their introverted veins; veins as in branches, veins that act as passages.
every exasperated sigh
is a painful reminder
of how unhappy you are here.
I cringe when I hear you
You are like a machine on its last run, ready to give in at any given moment
The frown in the sky
And a chasm upon the earth
Is undone by the tender embrace of the sun
The overwhelming, intoxicating rush of the water
