I am sinking into an abysmal place where I can only find myself thinking of my failures. There is an emptiness within me that I cannot yet fathom. It is obscure and clandestine, hidden behind a impregnable wall. With all my strength, I am trying to drill an entryway into this blockage, but my endeavor is unsuccessful every time I try. My mind is spinning; going round and round, on the merry go round, it goes.
I try to think. My mind is racing. I can’t speak; my mouth has gone numb. There is this odd disassociation of my spirit from my body. I am not dying. I am still alive. I try to breathe. Breathe. Breathe. But my mind cannot comprehend such instructions. It has delved into a primal place, where all it strives for is survival.
I am sinking. The water engulfs me. I do not know where I am, or how I came to be here. The ocean waves dive into my lungs, and my eyes see a blurred sun and blue sky overhead.
It was the same old, same old. Same old. Same old. How did it feel? Well, silly, like something that was hardly new, of course. Worn, you might say that was the case. Perhaps it might even grab you in a quick uplift like a gust of nostalgia. Like a dream you had where the waters lapped up against the windows, but you knew it’d be alright in the end. I’ve seen it all before in various incarnations, call it spring to fall and all that simple jazz. Basic. Yet extraordinary none the less. So many deviations on the same refrain.
There was one thing that they all knew and that was the project was sinking. It was sinking literallly and figuratively. Success was certainly not certain. Somehow they all knew this and yet smiled as they continue as if all was well.
Take me down
to Davey Jones
great dramatic pull
of life giving way
going down
with all my weight
take this plunge
to heaven’s gate
there’s no more tears
past restless years
find me going
where I’m destined for
Like everything else in the path of the sinking mudslide, we too lost all of our possessions, nothing was save. Our hope for rescue was answered however, when the coastguard came to our rescue.
She was sinking fast and she knew it. Not physically, of course. No, that would have been a problem easily solved; Karina had always been a great swimmer. But this…it felt like her whole world was caving in and she was powerless to do anything but watch as it all fell to rubble and rained down on her.
Fearful thoughts provoking unrest and incomfortability. These thoughts penetrate the inner depths of being of feeling out of control. lost. unsatsified. unsettled within. Love empty. However, this feeling brings the uncertainty of searching for inner peace that is inevitable.
She is tumbling, falling; slowly sinking deeper and deeper. She struggles against it.
But, it’s the way he smiles self depreciatingly as he jokes about his cat, the way he leans forward and focuses on her when she speaks. The way his eyes follow her hand as she pushes hair behind her ear.
It is amazing. Glorious. Wonderful.
Scary.
She doesn’t want to fall in love. She doesn’t want to risk the hurt and pain she associates with it. But as he picks up the tab and asks to walk her home, she realizes she’s already there. Already in love.
I’m sinking. I don’t know where I’ll land. Is there a bottom to touch? A bottom to feel, so I know that I still exist? I’m sinking. Into his arms and I don’t feel scared. The heat from his skin is magic.
Sinking into sand as it accommodates your rough edges and fleshy padded bits all the same. Sinking into snow is a little different. Much like sinking to the bottom of an ocean is different than sinking into a feather bed. Tug the quilt a little higher, adjust your spine, and sigh. Dream time, dream time, dream time…mine.
The ship was sinking. Fast. Lifejackets dipped and flung from child to adult, bouncing off of clumsy hands and faces, burning cheeks as they were pulled overhead and jerked tight.
I remember that sinking feeling. That feeling that you get when you feel like you are about to fall into the abyss, like the whole world is caving in on you. I hate it when i get that feeling.
The feeling was nothing like he felt before. The happiness of his trip was slowly fading, just as the world around him. What started as a fun getaway slowly drifted to hell. The darkness was closing around him. He was gone
My heart gets a sinking feeling when I think that I will never see you again. I keep wondering if it was just a fluke that we meet or if we are truly supposed to be together. Everyday it gets harder for me to believe that we could still be something.
I want to scream until my throat is raw and the tears blot everything out. I am sinking in your beauty and you don’t see it. You told me before you don’t feel the same a i do.
I remember when I first learned about the tintanic sinking. I was very surprised. Its crazy how something so tragic can happen. I feel bad and my heart goes out to everyone who suffered from it. A lot of scientists have different opinions about the sinking and some people are even skeptical.
I felt like I was sinking when I opened my bank statement. Again, we were in the red. Not only was I sining fast, but I was drowning. Drowning in debt, drowning in nothingness.
She felt as if she were sinking, although the only thing surrounding her was air. No. No, the cancer hadn’t come back. He wasn’t to die soon. It wasn’t that bad. She refused to let herself believe anything she’d been told. Maybe if she kept feeling like she was sinking, she would eventually drown in her mind and then wake up from her nightmare, a nightmare made from real life.
I’m sinking. Farther and farther. I feel like I’m underwater. My every movement is slow and weightless. You float away from me. I feel the pressure in my lungs. I cannot breath. The world slips from my grasp. Your words are garbled. I’m cold, but I cannot shake. My vision blurs as the darkness creeps in.
The ship is sinking, and fast. I clutch at a lifesaver, my fingers scraping off the slippery sides, people are screaming and crying and pleading, but I block them out. I have to save myself first. There is a massive, ear-splitting crack and I’m shoved away from the carcass of the ship by the force of the front end smacking the water. Everything goes eerily still, all I can hear is my own laboured breaths as I finally hook my fingers over the rough edge of the lifesaver and haul my water-logged self into balance. I choke and gasp and try and swallow through the sandpaper in my teeth.
I couldn’t do it anymore. Steve was sinking and I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t make him laugh anymore, heck, he barely even acknowledged me when i walked into the room. But I knew one person who could stop this; who could save him. And it killed me that I couldn’t be him.
Interesting word for my first one. A couple of weeks ago I was – sinking, without floundering, without trying to swim. For the first time in my life, I took time off work for depression – not long, just a day, but time off, nevertheless. Crushed me. Being off was worse than battling through. I went back. I got on with it. I tried. It wasn’t good, or easy, but I struggled through. I’ve got a wedding to organise and a promotion to chase. I don’t have time to sink today.
sinking into sailing
ships at sea
never a time
when you loved
me
alas the horizon shakes
in pearly pieces
the shoreline seeps
just past places of
reckoning
We’re sinking! Falling deeper down into the inky depths of the ocean. There will be no return. We shall never break out aboard the surf again. We return to our watery roots and will be fodder for the fish.
“Oh what are you sinking about” she giggled in a fake German accent. He couldn’t help but laugh as well, he’d heard the joke perhaps a thousand times but seeing her so happy made him smile. Her beautiful laugh brought him the peace the never thought he would be able to feel again.
“oh what are you sinking about” She giggled in a fake German accent. He laughed, despite having heard that joke a thousand times before. He just couldn’t help but at least smile when he saw her this happy. Her smile brought him the peace that he didn’t believe he could feel again.
Going down fast without even noticing how everything was changing each passing of a layer. Colors flashed before her eyes with a warm haze, each one embracing a luminescent figment of elating glory. As if the deeper she was sinking, the more she realized that she shouldn’t have been chasing the light at the end of the tunnel. She should have been diving into the dark.
He struggled but the light only dimmed further. He could swim like the best of them but the… whatever it was didn’t allow him a moment’s respite. He was getting light-headed, realising he was much farther down than he should be, could be. He was sinking – sinking in the two-foot deep garden pond without end.
The ship was sinking, but I still stood by the bow, the wheel warm against my hands. My first mate screamed out to me, waving her arms frantically – I could see her from the edge of my peripheral vision. But the longboats were filled to the brim, and there was no room for me to board without casting others of my crew aside. I was not changing my mind. I was going down with my lady.
“That a girl,” I whispered. “Let’s explore the deepest level of the sea together.”
I’m sinking fast! I can’t breathe! I know I’m going to die cause there is no one here to rescue me! I never felt so alone! The water is above me now. It’s so dark… here in the deep.
There it was again, that deep, dark feeling in her bones, a feeling she couldn’t ever place nor describe.
It used to come once a week, would always make her double up in pain. She’s had it for years, as long as she can remember, and has gotten it checked up by a doctor to no avail. No one seems to have any clue what it is that’s inflicting her.
This was the third time today that she’d collapsed from it, however. It seemed to be speeding up its face, increasing in intensity, but for what purpose, she didn’t know.
She clutched at the back of a chair nearby, using it to support herself, without realizing she didn’t have enough strength to even hold herself up this time, and fell to the floor.
I have this sinking feeling that it’s all going to end badly. It is like a premonition and the way things are going I know that it’s going to come true. Everything is awful. Nothing is right, why don’t I just kill myself. It is the only way out from this stinking life. How to make it better? I don’t know.
Tabitha felt like she was drowning. Bethany’s lifeless body in front of her, the ogre roaring above them, Leandra’s screams in the background. She reached out to Bethany, blood calling blood, and – nothing. Bethany was gone. There was nothing she could do.
I am sinking into an abysmal place where I can only find myself thinking of my failures. There is an emptiness within me that I cannot yet fathom. It is obscure and clandestine, hidden behind a impregnable wall. With all my strength, I am trying to drill an entryway into this blockage, but my endeavor is unsuccessful every time I try. My mind is spinning; going round and round, on the merry go round, it goes.
I try to think. My mind is racing. I can’t speak; my mouth has gone numb. There is this odd disassociation of my spirit from my body. I am not dying. I am still alive. I try to breathe. Breathe. Breathe. But my mind cannot comprehend such instructions. It has delved into a primal place, where all it strives for is survival.
I am sinking. The water engulfs me. I do not know where I am, or how I came to be here. The ocean waves dive into my lungs, and my eyes see a blurred sun and blue sky overhead.
I am sinking. I am dying.
It was the same old, same old. Same old. Same old. How did it feel? Well, silly, like something that was hardly new, of course. Worn, you might say that was the case. Perhaps it might even grab you in a quick uplift like a gust of nostalgia. Like a dream you had where the waters lapped up against the windows, but you knew it’d be alright in the end. I’ve seen it all before in various incarnations, call it spring to fall and all that simple jazz. Basic. Yet extraordinary none the less. So many deviations on the same refrain.
There was one thing that they all knew and that was the project was sinking. It was sinking literallly and figuratively. Success was certainly not certain. Somehow they all knew this and yet smiled as they continue as if all was well.
Take me down
to Davey Jones
great dramatic pull
of life giving way
going down
with all my weight
take this plunge
to heaven’s gate
there’s no more tears
past restless years
find me going
where I’m destined for
Like everything else in the path of the sinking mudslide, we too lost all of our possessions, nothing was save. Our hope for rescue was answered however, when the coastguard came to our rescue.
Ocean hair is wild
I breathe easy in Brooklyn
easier to dance and sing here
but I prefer the buzz in the air
of Manhattan
She was sinking fast and she knew it. Not physically, of course. No, that would have been a problem easily solved; Karina had always been a great swimmer. But this…it felt like her whole world was caving in and she was powerless to do anything but watch as it all fell to rubble and rained down on her.
Fearful thoughts provoking unrest and incomfortability. These thoughts penetrate the inner depths of being of feeling out of control. lost. unsatsified. unsettled within. Love empty. However, this feeling brings the uncertainty of searching for inner peace that is inevitable.
She is tumbling, falling; slowly sinking deeper and deeper. She struggles against it.
But, it’s the way he smiles self depreciatingly as he jokes about his cat, the way he leans forward and focuses on her when she speaks. The way his eyes follow her hand as she pushes hair behind her ear.
It is amazing. Glorious. Wonderful.
Scary.
She doesn’t want to fall in love. She doesn’t want to risk the hurt and pain she associates with it. But as he picks up the tab and asks to walk her home, she realizes she’s already there. Already in love.
I’m sinking. I don’t know where I’ll land. Is there a bottom to touch? A bottom to feel, so I know that I still exist? I’m sinking. Into his arms and I don’t feel scared. The heat from his skin is magic.
Sinking into sand as it accommodates your rough edges and fleshy padded bits all the same. Sinking into snow is a little different. Much like sinking to the bottom of an ocean is different than sinking into a feather bed. Tug the quilt a little higher, adjust your spine, and sigh. Dream time, dream time, dream time…mine.
The ship was sinking. Fast. Lifejackets dipped and flung from child to adult, bouncing off of clumsy hands and faces, burning cheeks as they were pulled overhead and jerked tight.
I remember that sinking feeling. That feeling that you get when you feel like you are about to fall into the abyss, like the whole world is caving in on you. I hate it when i get that feeling.
The feeling was nothing like he felt before. The happiness of his trip was slowly fading, just as the world around him. What started as a fun getaway slowly drifted to hell. The darkness was closing around him. He was gone
My heart gets a sinking feeling when I think that I will never see you again. I keep wondering if it was just a fluke that we meet or if we are truly supposed to be together. Everyday it gets harder for me to believe that we could still be something.
I want to scream until my throat is raw and the tears blot everything out. I am sinking in your beauty and you don’t see it. You told me before you don’t feel the same a i do.
It will take a little time getting use to writing like this,from the top of my head. It has been a long time since I have done free writing.
It will take a little time getting use to writing like this,from the top of my head.
The ship is sinking in the deep blue ocean and help is on the way to save the day,
I remember when I first learned about the tintanic sinking. I was very surprised. Its crazy how something so tragic can happen. I feel bad and my heart goes out to everyone who suffered from it. A lot of scientists have different opinions about the sinking and some people are even skeptical.
I felt like I was sinking when I opened my bank statement. Again, we were in the red. Not only was I sining fast, but I was drowning. Drowning in debt, drowning in nothingness.
She felt as if she were sinking, although the only thing surrounding her was air. No. No, the cancer hadn’t come back. He wasn’t to die soon. It wasn’t that bad. She refused to let herself believe anything she’d been told. Maybe if she kept feeling like she was sinking, she would eventually drown in her mind and then wake up from her nightmare, a nightmare made from real life.
I’m sinking. Farther and farther. I feel like I’m underwater. My every movement is slow and weightless. You float away from me. I feel the pressure in my lungs. I cannot breath. The world slips from my grasp. Your words are garbled. I’m cold, but I cannot shake. My vision blurs as the darkness creeps in.
The ship is sinking, and fast. I clutch at a lifesaver, my fingers scraping off the slippery sides, people are screaming and crying and pleading, but I block them out. I have to save myself first. There is a massive, ear-splitting crack and I’m shoved away from the carcass of the ship by the force of the front end smacking the water. Everything goes eerily still, all I can hear is my own laboured breaths as I finally hook my fingers over the rough edge of the lifesaver and haul my water-logged self into balance. I choke and gasp and try and swallow through the sandpaper in my teeth.
I couldn’t do it anymore. Steve was sinking and I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t make him laugh anymore, heck, he barely even acknowledged me when i walked into the room. But I knew one person who could stop this; who could save him. And it killed me that I couldn’t be him.
He was always seeking. Seeking far below the hate. His ego was so blinding that he could barely see his sanity.
God was there, but he was always mouthing his words.
He could never clearly hear.
And thus he is sinking.
Interesting word for my first one. A couple of weeks ago I was – sinking, without floundering, without trying to swim. For the first time in my life, I took time off work for depression – not long, just a day, but time off, nevertheless. Crushed me. Being off was worse than battling through. I went back. I got on with it. I tried. It wasn’t good, or easy, but I struggled through. I’ve got a wedding to organise and a promotion to chase. I don’t have time to sink today.
I am sinking and I do not know why. As I seem to be sinking deeper into the blackest of muck. I find myself pondering why must I be the one to sink.
sinking into sailing
ships at sea
never a time
when you loved
me
alas the horizon shakes
in pearly pieces
the shoreline seeps
just past places of
reckoning
We’re sinking! Falling deeper down into the inky depths of the ocean. There will be no return. We shall never break out aboard the surf again. We return to our watery roots and will be fodder for the fish.
“Oh what are you sinking about” she giggled in a fake German accent. He couldn’t help but laugh as well, he’d heard the joke perhaps a thousand times but seeing her so happy made him smile. Her beautiful laugh brought him the peace the never thought he would be able to feel again.
“oh what are you sinking about” She giggled in a fake German accent. He laughed, despite having heard that joke a thousand times before. He just couldn’t help but at least smile when he saw her this happy. Her smile brought him the peace that he didn’t believe he could feel again.
Going down fast without even noticing how everything was changing each passing of a layer. Colors flashed before her eyes with a warm haze, each one embracing a luminescent figment of elating glory. As if the deeper she was sinking, the more she realized that she shouldn’t have been chasing the light at the end of the tunnel. She should have been diving into the dark.
He struggled but the light only dimmed further. He could swim like the best of them but the… whatever it was didn’t allow him a moment’s respite. He was getting light-headed, realising he was much farther down than he should be, could be. He was sinking – sinking in the two-foot deep garden pond without end.
The ship was sinking, but I still stood by the bow, the wheel warm against my hands. My first mate screamed out to me, waving her arms frantically – I could see her from the edge of my peripheral vision. But the longboats were filled to the brim, and there was no room for me to board without casting others of my crew aside. I was not changing my mind. I was going down with my lady.
“That a girl,” I whispered. “Let’s explore the deepest level of the sea together.”
I’m sinking fast! I can’t breathe! I know I’m going to die cause there is no one here to rescue me! I never felt so alone! The water is above me now. It’s so dark… here in the deep.
There it was again, that deep, dark feeling in her bones, a feeling she couldn’t ever place nor describe.
It used to come once a week, would always make her double up in pain. She’s had it for years, as long as she can remember, and has gotten it checked up by a doctor to no avail. No one seems to have any clue what it is that’s inflicting her.
This was the third time today that she’d collapsed from it, however. It seemed to be speeding up its face, increasing in intensity, but for what purpose, she didn’t know.
She clutched at the back of a chair nearby, using it to support herself, without realizing she didn’t have enough strength to even hold herself up this time, and fell to the floor.
I have this sinking feeling that it’s all going to end badly. It is like a premonition and the way things are going I know that it’s going to come true. Everything is awful. Nothing is right, why don’t I just kill myself. It is the only way out from this stinking life. How to make it better? I don’t know.
Tabitha felt like she was drowning. Bethany’s lifeless body in front of her, the ogre roaring above them, Leandra’s screams in the background. She reached out to Bethany, blood calling blood, and – nothing. Bethany was gone. There was nothing she could do.
I’m sinking. I can’t breathe. I’ve forgotten my own name, my age, the date.. Who am I? I’ve fallen.
Why do people always seem to romanticize romance?