As I fell i realised that I had collapsed into my own blood, the sound of gun fire had deafened my ears and I could hardly see into the distanceto count my comrades. The smoke had made my eyes water and made me wonder how many others would collapse in this dreadful war.
I think about blocks when I think about collapsing. And sometimes exhaustion – I get so tired sometimes I just want to collapse. And then I can lay on the couch in the air conditioning and just rest. It feels so good sometimes to just lay there and not do anything except rest and enjoy the silence… but silence doesn’t actually come very often. Not in my house. it’s hard to find because of all the dogs, and all the yelling, and all the stress that will inevitably occur. That is ‘my house’. So when I think about collapse, I’m usually ready for bed! Yep, just thinking about it is making me kinda tired.
the old building crumbles to dust. I watch it go as if it was the last pillar of my world still standing, and a piece of me dies with the image of the walls, the windows, doors and hallways inside dissolve into nothingness. The house is gone, I cannot remember its interior anymore. I cannot remember anything about it apart from the fact that it existed once.
collapse collapse . i dont dont waht this means but i think it means shrink or become small or reduce in size ya may be i d ont know. what exactly it means….but what should i say but it means the same what i wrote.
The building was about to collapse, we now knew there was no chance of us ever reaching the outside before we were trapped. We stood there waiting for our fate.
I collapsed yesterday when i saw my dad drunk i didn’t know what to do my sister is in the hospital without a kidney because she drank too much and now my dad is falling victim to the same addiction and I don’t often tell tis to people but my brother who is 15 years older than me is in jail for 1st degree murder my lkife is very fucked up and I cry almost every night I think I just want to die. There have been many times where I have thought about killing myself and I…
oh thats a tricky one. it sucks to collapse on something hard or some shit like that. idk, it sounds like a cool word to me. all i know is that if theres not a bed to collapse on, then collapseing would suck.
the buildings collapsed. thedreams collapsed. its when something just breaks down fallss a big stumbling fall one over another i dont know why when i think of that i think of spasms do theys ound similra i dont think so !
My time is spent meaninglessly
I thrive on the possibility of possibilities
How stupid is that?
Im immobile but I like it that way
If you asked me Id say that Im happy
Because I feel nothing at all,
Let alone sadness or anger or contentment or anything
That’s what happy is isn’t it?
Nothing at all tickles my fancies
Oh what a fancy alternative to Im bored?
Its because of the inferiority complex
Ive developed since adolescence
Constantly my question is:
Am I pretty enough?
Am I smart enough?
Am I enough?
In my mind the answers no
So in my mind I fall
As I do when the mentality embodies my body
Wow.
I am breaking
Falling in, dropping down, bottoming out, collapse. Turn that around in my head. New beginning, shoots of green amongst the ruins, beauty in the slight cobwebs.
The world collapsing around his ears, he sprints through the burning rubble. Explosions each side as he dives for safety underneath the truck. Crawling out to the other side.. he mutters . Never use my amex card again
i had never collapsed in public. once in our bathroom i collapsed of high fever. i am mentally strong and would never collapse. i have seen many of my friends collapse in publ;i8c both mentally and physically
i’m falling down. i think i fainted! everything’s black. am i dead? wow. this is weird. why did this happen. who cares? muahhaahhahah!! i feel evil. blah.
i fell to the floor and ate my brains till they bled and they wet the bed. i went to the grocery store and saw this girl collapse on a pile of grapes and she ate them and ate them and ate them until she could eat no more. then her child in the basket started convulsing and knocked the basket onto her and everyone was bleeding and eating grapes and cherries and bloods was all around.
i collapse into bed. tired. so done with the day. with everyone. with the issues i face and hide from. either way they haunt me in my sleep while i lie in bed and try to forget what ive done.
when i’m drunk i quite often collapse, in contrast to this when i ride my bike on the 15 mile commute i collapse…one day i will probably collapse for the last time. Not too bothered about that provided it doesn’t happen for at least 50 years and I get a few more bikes
The buildings collapsed, hidden in the rolling waves of desert dust. The intertwined metal beams and shards of glass crashed like tumbleweeds into the pavement.
Suddenly i collapsed into the darkness. I found myself drowning. Falling in the mysterious abyss as everything i have ever known seemed to go up and up and up. really though, i was falling into what i have always been most afraid of. i was falling into a pit of my own despair.
I collapse on the floor. Nothing makes sense. All I want to do is sit here until the world collapses around me and everything ceases to exist and nothing is here to hurt me or confuse me or mangle my being anymore. I will collapse within myself.
It seems that my outlook is in collapse. How do I recover? What do I do? Is there an answer? What can I do? Who can I talk to? I sure wish I could figure this out. Maybe the
The bridge had not been maintained since the dawn of time, he thought, no, Christ on a crutch, it’s no surprise the damn thing collapsed like a pile of bricks or blocks.
like how you feel after someone breaks your heart. how your heart literally collapses. what i’m scared of happening to my life. so many fears. collapse and die. house collapses on top of me. job collapses.
the house collapsed on the tree, and the children inside cried for their parents, who were still slumbering in their room, while the other side of the house, the side with the children, was falling onto the shrubbery of their property, onto the cars they used to transport themselves, onto the cold asphalt of their young children’s youth, on which they would here die.
the world collpased when the clocks stopped working and the streets divided into black and white. night and day seperated by location not time itself. The moon destroyed the sun to become fertile and the sun hid from the light. It was the end of times.
the bridges, the walls, the gaps
all collapse.
sometimes to create more distance.
sometimes to strengthen the relation.
it is all part,
of the bigger picture.
the bigger plan.
build. collapse.
rebuild.
She felt faint. There was something in the air and it made her legs wobble. there was something in her heart that pumped too much to her head. She needed to breathe. she needed to run. she needed to hide. but she did not. she could not. She was caught in his gaze and her heart crashed.
the buildings
i remember how they felt in my heart
as ash poured down and choked my lungs
rushing across the amber waves of grain
purple mountains lay in desperate agony
crumbling in my arms
As I fell i realised that I had collapsed into my own blood, the sound of gun fire had deafened my ears and I could hardly see into the distanceto count my comrades. The smoke had made my eyes water and made me wonder how many others would collapse in this dreadful war.
I heard about someone’s lung collapsing the other day in the paper due to being stabbed in the neck.
fall
break splatter
apart
ripped
tired
exhausted
cant go on
give up
I think about blocks when I think about collapsing. And sometimes exhaustion – I get so tired sometimes I just want to collapse. And then I can lay on the couch in the air conditioning and just rest. It feels so good sometimes to just lay there and not do anything except rest and enjoy the silence… but silence doesn’t actually come very often. Not in my house. it’s hard to find because of all the dogs, and all the yelling, and all the stress that will inevitably occur. That is ‘my house’. So when I think about collapse, I’m usually ready for bed! Yep, just thinking about it is making me kinda tired.
the old building crumbles to dust. I watch it go as if it was the last pillar of my world still standing, and a piece of me dies with the image of the walls, the windows, doors and hallways inside dissolve into nothingness. The house is gone, I cannot remember its interior anymore. I cannot remember anything about it apart from the fact that it existed once.
collapse collapse . i dont dont waht this means but i think it means shrink or become small or reduce in size ya may be i d ont know. what exactly it means….but what should i say but it means the same what i wrote.
As I collapsed to my knees i thought is this how my life ends
unattractive i really don’t like this word cause I’m not and it makes me sad i wish i was awe are you?
The building was about to collapse, we now knew there was no chance of us ever reaching the outside before we were trapped. We stood there waiting for our fate.
I collapsed yesterday when i saw my dad drunk i didn’t know what to do my sister is in the hospital without a kidney because she drank too much and now my dad is falling victim to the same addiction and I don’t often tell tis to people but my brother who is 15 years older than me is in jail for 1st degree murder my lkife is very fucked up and I cry almost every night I think I just want to die. There have been many times where I have thought about killing myself and I…
oh thats a tricky one. it sucks to collapse on something hard or some shit like that. idk, it sounds like a cool word to me. all i know is that if theres not a bed to collapse on, then collapseing would suck.
the buildings collapsed. thedreams collapsed. its when something just breaks down fallss a big stumbling fall one over another i dont know why when i think of that i think of spasms do theys ound similra i dont think so !
Some days just leave you with the feeling that you’re gonna collapse.
My time is spent meaninglessly
I thrive on the possibility of possibilities
How stupid is that?
Im immobile but I like it that way
If you asked me Id say that Im happy
Because I feel nothing at all,
Let alone sadness or anger or contentment or anything
That’s what happy is isn’t it?
Nothing at all tickles my fancies
Oh what a fancy alternative to Im bored?
Its because of the inferiority complex
Ive developed since adolescence
Constantly my question is:
Am I pretty enough?
Am I smart enough?
Am I enough?
In my mind the answers no
So in my mind I fall
As I do when the mentality embodies my body
Wow.
I am breaking
Falling in, dropping down, bottoming out, collapse. Turn that around in my head. New beginning, shoots of green amongst the ruins, beauty in the slight cobwebs.
buildings
relationships
houses
friendship
cheating
distrust
earthquake
sentimental
people
The world collapsing around his ears, he sprints through the burning rubble. Explosions each side as he dives for safety underneath the truck. Crawling out to the other side.. he mutters . Never use my amex card again
i had never collapsed in public. once in our bathroom i collapsed of high fever. i am mentally strong and would never collapse. i have seen many of my friends collapse in publ;i8c both mentally and physically
collapse
first time i`m doing this
not sure what tu write about
time is running
it´s late
i guess
i´ll say goodbye
:)
i fell from the earth and watched my lover die.
i’m falling down. i think i fainted! everything’s black. am i dead? wow. this is weird. why did this happen. who cares? muahhaahhahah!! i feel evil. blah.
i fell to the floor and ate my brains till they bled and they wet the bed. i went to the grocery store and saw this girl collapse on a pile of grapes and she ate them and ate them and ate them until she could eat no more. then her child in the basket started convulsing and knocked the basket onto her and everyone was bleeding and eating grapes and cherries and bloods was all around.
falling, in despair or pain, to faint, into someones arms, after hearing horrible news, ummmmm just a dream,
i collapse into bed. tired. so done with the day. with everyone. with the issues i face and hide from. either way they haunt me in my sleep while i lie in bed and try to forget what ive done.
when i’m drunk i quite often collapse, in contrast to this when i ride my bike on the 15 mile commute i collapse…one day i will probably collapse for the last time. Not too bothered about that provided it doesn’t happen for at least 50 years and I get a few more bikes
The buildings collapsed, hidden in the rolling waves of desert dust. The intertwined metal beams and shards of glass crashed like tumbleweeds into the pavement.
Suddenly i collapsed into the darkness. I found myself drowning. Falling in the mysterious abyss as everything i have ever known seemed to go up and up and up. really though, i was falling into what i have always been most afraid of. i was falling into a pit of my own despair.
I collapse on the floor. Nothing makes sense. All I want to do is sit here until the world collapses around me and everything ceases to exist and nothing is here to hurt me or confuse me or mangle my being anymore. I will collapse within myself.
i am a collapsed word of the rounded self
i am a corpse in this world of full beings
bone on bone
i am gone
It seems that my outlook is in collapse. How do I recover? What do I do? Is there an answer? What can I do? Who can I talk to? I sure wish I could figure this out. Maybe the
close the door, your lungs stop. Cant breath, gasping for air. Chocking, dyeing, Finding air, cant hold on.
Lost, died.
The bridge had not been maintained since the dawn of time, he thought, no, Christ on a crutch, it’s no surprise the damn thing collapsed like a pile of bricks or blocks.
like how you feel after someone breaks your heart. how your heart literally collapses. what i’m scared of happening to my life. so many fears. collapse and die. house collapses on top of me. job collapses.
the house collapsed on the tree, and the children inside cried for their parents, who were still slumbering in their room, while the other side of the house, the side with the children, was falling onto the shrubbery of their property, onto the cars they used to transport themselves, onto the cold asphalt of their young children’s youth, on which they would here die.
the world collpased when the clocks stopped working and the streets divided into black and white. night and day seperated by location not time itself. The moon destroyed the sun to become fertile and the sun hid from the light. It was the end of times.
the bridges, the walls, the gaps
all collapse.
sometimes to create more distance.
sometimes to strengthen the relation.
it is all part,
of the bigger picture.
the bigger plan.
build. collapse.
rebuild.
mediterranean area
She felt faint. There was something in the air and it made her legs wobble. there was something in her heart that pumped too much to her head. She needed to breathe. she needed to run. she needed to hide. but she did not. she could not. She was caught in his gaze and her heart crashed.
the buildings
i remember how they felt in my heart
as ash poured down and choked my lungs
rushing across the amber waves of grain
purple mountains lay in desperate agony
crumbling in my arms