Sinking head first into a whirlpool of water, drain unplugged. Down into the foamy underwater fathoms, down into the deep. Every air bubble expired, every lightness gone. Body a heavy rock dragged down by the anchor of gravity.
And as she let go of the fear, whe felt her=self sinking down into the emotional layers she had been too afraid to feel. Sadness, overwhelming grief, irritation, strong anger, hurt, loneliness, despair, and at last the unexpected l
I’m sinking deeper, deeper until I’m at the bottom. And I can’t get up, can’t move a muscle; all my limbs are numb, frozen in position. And these heavy waves are brushing over me, but I can’t reach the surface.
kathleen could not stop the sinking feeling that she never should have went into status while pregnant with bogdan. what kind if normal life could he have? this was the alcohol talking.to her,bogdan has always been magic .
As the water seeps into my clothing, I feel all my breath leave my body. “Come on! Break!” I scream in my head. I push my arms against the layer of ice now settled on top of the water, but I know that this is it. I close my eyes, letting all the water I can take in enter my body.
kõik mis meeles ja keeles see alati upub. upub unustusse, upub lõppematusse ja upub.. upub.. sinu silmadesse võiks ka uppuda nagu uppuv laev minna põhja, seal ongi juba piisavalt hea olla. uppunud olen kaks korda. või noh.. päriselt siiski mitte, aga literatuurselt.. või noh.. literally nagu americas öeldakse. jaaaah.
That sinking feeling came over again when she looked at me.
I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her predicament, especially when I was the direct cause of her demise.
i hate sinking. its scary. if your on a boat it would be a scary thing if it sunk. sinking is bad. it means you could die. im scared to die. sinking is not good. that means you lost your boat. and then you’re stuck in the middle of no where and you might get eaten by sharks.
Damn! The motherfucking boats sinking! What the fuck am I supposed to do? I know, I’ll jump off and swim to shore…Wait, I’m in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. That’s a great idea. And I really wanted to go visit America sometime…Damnit man, your on a sinking boat in the middle of the Atlantic, get some perspective!
as he strokes the hair away from her face and leans in closer, her heart pounds faster and faster. his touch. his lips. she’s sinking into him. falling uncontrollably for him..
I spent a whole night watching you sink beer bottles in his pool. You drank most of them, when you were too buzzed up you poured them into the grass and made a joke about how his dog was going to get drunk and how anyone who swam in his pool would smell like barely and hops. I didn’t mind sitting there with you.
I’m sinking, falling, swirling down. Down the drain, down the tubes, into a puddle of goo. I’m tired of sinking when I want to soar. Soaring would be better than sinking. Sinking is so negative… so down… I would much rather soar and fly and be amongst the clouds. Happy. Free. High above the sinking world below.
Sinking ship?
Since when am I in the ocean?
I sometimes get sea sick.
Oh God, I feel it in my stomach, it’s coming up.
Oh wait, my ship is sinking.
Who even has ships?
Pirates? Aren’t they like off the radar?
Sink Sink Sink. Sinking. Bye.
that sinking feeling. i suppose it’s something we all feel at times, but what’s really interesting is why. i think it speaks about our priorities and goals and wishes and dreams in life, what gets us down. it tells the world who you are. i like to think of myself as pretty deep, but i don’t know – i can be really superficial and shallow too, but i always think of myself of pondering ‘the greater things in life’ and stuff.
The boat was sinking. “Not again!” Said Sarah. She couldn’t believe that she had fallen for Matthew’s lie. The water was filling the boat fast, and she had no where to go. She was going to drown.
I returned to a wetland where I hadn’t been since childhood. I waded the shallow swamp where the threat of drowning came from the mud that met my knees in the first step. The happy blue sky frowned into a sad grey in the water reflection. Barley submerged, I found an 11 year old boy who tried drowning himself there for the past 12 years. He wasn’t heavy enough for the mud to swallow him so with his tears he tried raising the water level.
Falling into the watery abyss. Submersion. Choking. The man hadn’t thought twice. He planned this for weeks. The world was cruel; bitter; upset with him.
Falling through water in the time so endless, once more. For this game will survive in this never ending darkness, and it can’t change its pace. I love how the water surrounds us but I want it to end. I need the promise of seeing the sky again.
sinking makes me think of water, and sadness and ….meaners. cuz 1 time i had a dream i was drowning, so somehow sinking goes with it very well, and i don’t really like this word.it makes me sad, and i don’t like being sad, cuz it’s not worth it, and i hate it when others are sad, so y shoudl i b sad? i’d b such a hipocrit then, and that’s not good.
I was walking in the sand when I started sinking. I got an uneasy feeling in my stomache. PERHAPS THIS WASN’T REALLY SAND. Maybe it was quicksnd. How will I get out? ” Think fast,” I SAID TO MYSELF.
I feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into my chair as he drones on and on about who knows what. Why do I have to sit here pretending to listen to people who just like to hear themselves talk?
Sinking below the surface of what the eye can see, taking it in stride, wondering how else living is possible, when only skating on the surface. It’s too hard to sink and swim, one must decide where the balance lies within oneself.
I was sinking at the bottom of the ocean, the only thing on sight was the sun slowly fading away as i sank deeper and deeper. My breath was slowly beginning to fade and my mind was wrapping itself around me as my body was being pulled down..
One word, that is all it takes. One word. It destorys, hurts, hates, kills. But it also brings life. Caring. Belonging. That word is the word we all know. The one that brings pain and suffering and life. It is LOVE. ~Key~
An iPod named Titanic. Syncing said iPod… stop it. Feel like a hero :) sadly, that is not originally mine… I can swim now! If only the sun would come up. Yes, I can swim now because I can let myself think about sinking, not fear it. Will it ever be the same with heights.
I have a sinking feeling that today is going to be so long. First day of college and I’m having anxiety. College makes me nervous. We have a love hate relationship with each other.
the titanic!! sank so fast that it split in two. but whats amazing is that people said that god himself couldnt sink the ship. jokes on them! that feeling when you just heard some bad news and your heart drops to your ankles and you feel sick to your stomach but you are powerless against that feeling.
Deep water, broken boat. Drowning in deep blue sea. Too heavy, sunk at the bottom. Shipwreck, titanic, divers. Treasures. Sinking feeling in pit of stomach
Thats what you feel, a word. A word that could be negative or positive. just think about it. Either, into an abyss of everlasting darkness, or sinking into, while reaching an apex of bliss.
Your mind is sinking far beneath your body, crazed and vunerable. You don’t know where to hide and you’re trying to find a way out, but its impossible. The world is strapped onto you like a backpack, pulling you down and you don’t know how to climb with it.
I will sink to the bottom of the pool when I swim just to act like I am drowning. I don’t want to drown. I just want to pretend like I am. Whats wrong with pretending? My dog would only sink if he jumped in the pool because he doesn’t know how to swim. Could I ever drown from pretending?
under a pile of quick sand in the adirondack mountains, where tribal leaders circle the depth, pitching fruit, beads and warnings into the plummeting earth.
sinking down
the feeling in the pit of my stomach
i can not shake
just deeper and deeper
a hole so deep
the ocean so big
just sinking
crying for help
trying not to sink into the dark depths
not hearing
not seeing
not wanting to move
the bottom is black
not feeling
sad
numb
anger
lack of hope
trying to find my footing
to pull myself out of this
hole and into the light
once again.
The sinking sand was all that was left of the beautiful land. The towers had all collapsed and the cities were gone. There was nothing but the barren desert and the darkening sky. The air wasn’t even breathable by that time, there was nothing.
the ship was sinking rapidly through the depths of the sea just sinking and sinking into the sink what? it’s a sink? yes the ship was actually a spoon, but not it’s being destroyed by the garbage disposal
Sinking head first into a whirlpool of water, drain unplugged. Down into the foamy underwater fathoms, down into the deep. Every air bubble expired, every lightness gone. Body a heavy rock dragged down by the anchor of gravity.
And as she let go of the fear, whe felt her=self sinking down into the emotional layers she had been too afraid to feel. Sadness, overwhelming grief, irritation, strong anger, hurt, loneliness, despair, and at last the unexpected l
I’m sinking deeper, deeper until I’m at the bottom. And I can’t get up, can’t move a muscle; all my limbs are numb, frozen in position. And these heavy waves are brushing over me, but I can’t reach the surface.
going down falling drowning sagging slowly down down down leaving
kathleen could not stop the sinking feeling that she never should have went into status while pregnant with bogdan. what kind if normal life could he have? this was the alcohol talking.to her,bogdan has always been magic .
As the water seeps into my clothing, I feel all my breath leave my body. “Come on! Break!” I scream in my head. I push my arms against the layer of ice now settled on top of the water, but I know that this is it. I close my eyes, letting all the water I can take in enter my body.
Falling falling… not falling sinking… Drowning. I squirm and scream but nothing helps this sinking. this drowning…
kõik mis meeles ja keeles see alati upub. upub unustusse, upub lõppematusse ja upub.. upub.. sinu silmadesse võiks ka uppuda nagu uppuv laev minna põhja, seal ongi juba piisavalt hea olla. uppunud olen kaks korda. või noh.. päriselt siiski mitte, aga literatuurselt.. või noh.. literally nagu americas öeldakse. jaaaah.
That sinking feeling came over again when she looked at me.
I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her predicament, especially when I was the direct cause of her demise.
i hate sinking. its scary. if your on a boat it would be a scary thing if it sunk. sinking is bad. it means you could die. im scared to die. sinking is not good. that means you lost your boat. and then you’re stuck in the middle of no where and you might get eaten by sharks.
Damn! The motherfucking boats sinking! What the fuck am I supposed to do? I know, I’ll jump off and swim to shore…Wait, I’m in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. That’s a great idea. And I really wanted to go visit America sometime…Damnit man, your on a sinking boat in the middle of the Atlantic, get some perspective!
as he strokes the hair away from her face and leans in closer, her heart pounds faster and faster. his touch. his lips. she’s sinking into him. falling uncontrollably for him..
I spent a whole night watching you sink beer bottles in his pool. You drank most of them, when you were too buzzed up you poured them into the grass and made a joke about how his dog was going to get drunk and how anyone who swam in his pool would smell like barely and hops. I didn’t mind sitting there with you.
I’m sinking, falling, swirling down. Down the drain, down the tubes, into a puddle of goo. I’m tired of sinking when I want to soar. Soaring would be better than sinking. Sinking is so negative… so down… I would much rather soar and fly and be amongst the clouds. Happy. Free. High above the sinking world below.
Sinking ship?
Since when am I in the ocean?
I sometimes get sea sick.
Oh God, I feel it in my stomach, it’s coming up.
Oh wait, my ship is sinking.
Who even has ships?
Pirates? Aren’t they like off the radar?
Sink Sink Sink. Sinking. Bye.
that sinking feeling. i suppose it’s something we all feel at times, but what’s really interesting is why. i think it speaks about our priorities and goals and wishes and dreams in life, what gets us down. it tells the world who you are. i like to think of myself as pretty deep, but i don’t know – i can be really superficial and shallow too, but i always think of myself of pondering ‘the greater things in life’ and stuff.
The boat was sinking. “Not again!” Said Sarah. She couldn’t believe that she had fallen for Matthew’s lie. The water was filling the boat fast, and she had no where to go. She was going to drown.
I returned to a wetland where I hadn’t been since childhood. I waded the shallow swamp where the threat of drowning came from the mud that met my knees in the first step. The happy blue sky frowned into a sad grey in the water reflection. Barley submerged, I found an 11 year old boy who tried drowning himself there for the past 12 years. He wasn’t heavy enough for the mud to swallow him so with his tears he tried raising the water level.
never sink without a boat,
never swim without a friend,
never live without regrets,
you will always have strength to get back up
Falling into the watery abyss. Submersion. Choking. The man hadn’t thought twice. He planned this for weeks. The world was cruel; bitter; upset with him.
Falling through water in the time so endless, once more. For this game will survive in this never ending darkness, and it can’t change its pace. I love how the water surrounds us but I want it to end. I need the promise of seeing the sky again.
sinking makes me think of water, and sadness and ….meaners. cuz 1 time i had a dream i was drowning, so somehow sinking goes with it very well, and i don’t really like this word.it makes me sad, and i don’t like being sad, cuz it’s not worth it, and i hate it when others are sad, so y shoudl i b sad? i’d b such a hipocrit then, and that’s not good.
I was walking in the sand when I started sinking. I got an uneasy feeling in my stomache. PERHAPS THIS WASN’T REALLY SAND. Maybe it was quicksnd. How will I get out? ” Think fast,” I SAID TO MYSELF.
I feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into my chair as he drones on and on about who knows what. Why do I have to sit here pretending to listen to people who just like to hear themselves talk?
Sinking below the surface of what the eye can see, taking it in stride, wondering how else living is possible, when only skating on the surface. It’s too hard to sink and swim, one must decide where the balance lies within oneself.
I was sinking at the bottom of the ocean, the only thing on sight was the sun slowly fading away as i sank deeper and deeper. My breath was slowly beginning to fade and my mind was wrapping itself around me as my body was being pulled down..
keep afloat. don’t let go. the world pushes you under, but you’ve gotta swim to stay alive. stick with this, the beginning is always the hardest.
One word, that is all it takes. One word. It destorys, hurts, hates, kills. But it also brings life. Caring. Belonging. That word is the word we all know. The one that brings pain and suffering and life. It is LOVE. ~Key~
An iPod named Titanic. Syncing said iPod… stop it. Feel like a hero :) sadly, that is not originally mine… I can swim now! If only the sun would come up. Yes, I can swim now because I can let myself think about sinking, not fear it. Will it ever be the same with heights.
I have a sinking feeling that today is going to be so long. First day of college and I’m having anxiety. College makes me nervous. We have a love hate relationship with each other.
the titanic!! sank so fast that it split in two. but whats amazing is that people said that god himself couldnt sink the ship. jokes on them! that feeling when you just heard some bad news and your heart drops to your ankles and you feel sick to your stomach but you are powerless against that feeling.
Deep water, broken boat. Drowning in deep blue sea. Too heavy, sunk at the bottom. Shipwreck, titanic, divers. Treasures. Sinking feeling in pit of stomach
When you’re drowning in your tears, I’m sinking in my pain. We’re both to blame for the tragedy that we’ve endured.
Thats what you feel, a word. A word that could be negative or positive. just think about it. Either, into an abyss of everlasting darkness, or sinking into, while reaching an apex of bliss.
Your mind is sinking far beneath your body, crazed and vunerable. You don’t know where to hide and you’re trying to find a way out, but its impossible. The world is strapped onto you like a backpack, pulling you down and you don’t know how to climb with it.
I will sink to the bottom of the pool when I swim just to act like I am drowning. I don’t want to drown. I just want to pretend like I am. Whats wrong with pretending? My dog would only sink if he jumped in the pool because he doesn’t know how to swim. Could I ever drown from pretending?
under a pile of quick sand in the adirondack mountains, where tribal leaders circle the depth, pitching fruit, beads and warnings into the plummeting earth.
sinking down
the feeling in the pit of my stomach
i can not shake
just deeper and deeper
a hole so deep
the ocean so big
just sinking
crying for help
trying not to sink into the dark depths
not hearing
not seeing
not wanting to move
the bottom is black
not feeling
sad
numb
anger
lack of hope
trying to find my footing
to pull myself out of this
hole and into the light
once again.
The sinking sand was all that was left of the beautiful land. The towers had all collapsed and the cities were gone. There was nothing but the barren desert and the darkening sky. The air wasn’t even breathable by that time, there was nothing.
the ship was sinking rapidly through the depths of the sea just sinking and sinking into the sink what? it’s a sink? yes the ship was actually a spoon, but not it’s being destroyed by the garbage disposal