when you sink you just feel different. you forget about anything else, you’re trying to stay alive and at one point you understand that you’re gone. sinking makes your mind think straight. so you’ll never think any stupid things when you sink. only important things like your life, your relatives and friends. what were your life like. and then
you just pass away. slowly.
Plunge. a sixteen pound bowling ball contacts blanket
speed bleeds,
falling freely, while we savor delicious crisps,
tarts and alarmingly voluminous human beings.
a pin-point purpose without question see stretching,
the ball bears its force and creates infinite progress
careening into neoprene. Scene by velocity
i hate sinking a feeling you dont enjoy reminds me of quick sand and the movie the princess bride that brings good memories back i love that movie i always wanted to be her princess buttercup and i like to think of couches when i think of sinking like in our church our couches sink alot
Sinking. Sinking. Sinking very slowly into a deep abyss from which I may never come up again. Sinking deep. Deep into what appears to be a hole. Myself.
there was a boat and it sank. as it was sinking people were panicking. they ended up in the cold water. even though it was mid night they threw on a life jacket, put on some music, and had a party.
sinking can be when a something that has a high density can not float. it can also be used to describe someones feelings, such as one can have a sinking feeling.
sinking doesn’t look like sinking – as we all found out via facebook this spring. I had a dream a couple of nights back that I was pregnant and because of my big belly, I started to sink in the water and nooone helped me out. Indeed.. sinking feelings.
Sinking down lower and lower. You cant see anything. Just the space above you getting larger and larger. You panic. The air is getting thinner. But there isn’t a single thing you can do because all there is to do is sink.
sinkingi when u drawn. probably dont know swimming. can be in a swimming pool sea ocean river any water body. protection like floaters can be taken. sinking can lead to death due to lack of oxygen. aaasthma. lifegaurds save people from sinking. people who know how to swim are likely to drown.
Sometimes I feel as if I am sinking into a dark hole where no one can see me and no one can save me. But I always keep my eye on the light on the top of the hole for there lays my hope..and when I focus very hard I can crawl towards the light and save myself.
You and I, sandy sheets and peeling off my clothes like petals, hungry greedy needy, and girls in love don’t feel like this. Girls in love don’t feel like this.
He was there, in the water. Freezing, his teeth chattering like crazy. It was past midnight and he when he closed his eyes, he could hear everything. The water, the waves, the sound of the tide breaking on the shore. Strangely, somehow, he felt at peace.
The small raft had a hole no one could see . As it went down the canal it slowly slowly was sinking. The mall passengers inside did not notice until it had gone fairly far down the canal – much too late to swim safely back to shore.
that feeling of sinking back. sometimes a glad feeling, after a long day of work not wasted, sinking into soft pillows waiting for you. sometimes mental, knowing what is coming, the sinking of heart and head and mind and soul, lowering slowly to the ground.
Sinking deeper and deeper. That’s what was happening. The whole conversation was bullshit. I’m going to die. He didn’t even say goodbye. Goodbye world. Goodbye music. Goodbye art. Goodbye clothes. Goodbye people. Goodbye smiles. Goodbye laughter. Goodbye you. Goodbye me.
i feel myself falling faster. faster. i don’t think i can take it anymore. what will happen to us? what will happen to me? i never imagined this would happen. he get out of bed. walks to the door. i close my eyes and curl up in the bed. darker…deeper…sunk.
Sinking, sinking, sinking. The bubbles rose up around me like a blissful surrender. I was but a small thing, riding the caressing current beneath the harsh waves above. I felt like I was rising up to meet something like heaven, when in reality, had I opened my eyes, I would have realized my terrible mistake.
Well we were sinking the well… the earth was churning, the steel bit of the auger slowly drilled through the clay toward the refreshing water that would delight and refresh the family.. they just hope it would work! they needed the water!
Falling slowly, the pressure building and the anxiousness being heightened. The sudden urge to put your best efforts forward, and give it one last go before you vanish into the abyss.
Sinking. I am sinking into my nostalgia. Barcelona was such a high that now everything feels like shit. I guess that’s like hard drugs. Hm. Fun is highly addictive then I guess. I really hate what I’m writing right now but I’m in too much pain to care. I miss them.
i am falling down…..like a ship that broke, down the water
I can’t keep afloat, I’m just falling deeper.
Nobody is helping my ship.
I’m going to drown.
I am sinking.
The sinking ship slipped further into the icy waters. Melissa could felt the chilly bite as the waves splashed across the deck. The crew was rushing about to deploy the life boats and hand out life preservers to the fearful passengers.
im in an ocean and im drowning with the waves crashing down upon me. it sucks its cold and its hard to breathe. my ex doesn’t have feeling for me anymore and i keep having a similar dream. im sinking in the dream.
There is no time left. Water pours into the hulls. Soon it will pour into our mouths, our lungs. We will end breathing what once gave us life. Two molecules away from what we needed. Tell my wif-
…
One day I was in a boat and all of a sudden an alligator came along. He bumped the bottom of the boat ferociously and took a chunk out of the bottom. Then the water just started filling into the boat until it finally sank.
deeper and deeper into the hole ive dug myself into. how? how may i see the light again? the road back is long! so bumpy but cant do it, cant go back to black.
Slowly i sank. Deeper and deeper into this web of confusion. Who shot johnny, where did the money go, the statue turned up miraculously at my door, bloodstained and i hadn’t even the slightest inclination to who i was.
I was sinking. I was just too tired to swim anymore. As I fell slowly through the water it became so dark I couldn’t see anything. Everything was dark. Where was I again? What was I doing?
And then I remembered.
And strength returned to my limbs, ten fold and I struck out trying to find the surface. My hand hit air and I swam towards. I broke through and gasped for air. I saw the boat and swam with such determination I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly I was above the water. I was running across it. I ignored this unbelievable fact for a moment and sprinted towards the noise, making small ripples on the water. I reached the boat, “Dad!” I screamed trying to find him. “DAD!” He lay there on the front of the boat, blood pooling around his head. I lowered my ear to his chest. And heard nothing. There was nothing. I backed away slowly, “No. NonononononoNO!” A blinding pain shot through my head and I could see nothing but blue. I looked through the pain and saw vaguely that I was pulsing blue light. My attention was then caught my two men exiting the cabin. “You two killed him.” They started inching backwards. “Whoa there girlie.” said the first one, “Let’s not do anything rash, huh?”
I stared at him cooly, calculating.
“It’s not rash.” I said calmly, “I have had plenty of time to consider.” Suddenly the anger kicked in and I wanted to scream, to cry, to punch and fight and kick. I fell to my knees dry sobs wracking my body. “There we go.” said the second, “Thought not.”
My head shot up, “HOW DARE YOU.” Fire shot out of my threatening, pointing finger.
They jumped into the water with yelps and I ran after them, jumping on top of the ocean as if it was solid. “HOW DARE YOU.” I screamed again. I saw them trying to swim away and with a wave of my arm, the water brought them back to me. They were hung, suspended my their shirt collars, in front of me. I got closer, “You. Will. PAY for what you’ve done.” I jerked my arm and they were thrown far off into the ocean. Blind rage consumed me. I barely remember what happened as I stalked towards them shooting fire from my hand. But as I threw up my arm to hit a final blow, someone caught it. I swiveled to meet this intruder, “What are you…?!” I met the eyes of a boy my age. A boy with kind eyes that looked at me sadly. “It’s okay.” He said kindly and settled on the water next to me. “It’s okay.” He said lowering my arm. “It’s okay.” he said and hugged my tightly. “It’s okay.” he whispered.
I will never know why I trusted him so much. I sagged in his arms, the blue light gone, my rage replaced with heart stopping sadness, and I cried. I cried and cried. And he held me close repeating that it was okay. As I stopped he looked at the two men, “Go. If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you myself.” I vaguely heard splashing as the swam away, but I was too involved with something else to really care.
“You have wings.”
i was sinking slowly. I saw everyone above me as i floated slowly deeper into the ocean. I stopped breathing taking in lung fulls of cold water, cold death. I saw the abyss below approach and the muzzle flash from the man who shot me.
There’s waves and foam and splashing. She’s caught up and alone and screaming silently. Lower she goes, colder she gets. The waves are just a distant sound.
Sinking, sinking, sinking, I’m sinking. She’s sinking in the one thing that gave her life and freedom–the freedom to see herself for who she really was.
Her heart was sinking. The sad realization that she would never have him, never be the one for him was too much for her poor heart to bear. He was the one person who made her complete in every sense of the word. He was not perfect, nobody is. And she realized this. But he was perfect for her and that was all that mattered.
Ich versinke-
finde keinen halt
alles geht unter.
Die Sicht verschwommen
keine Kraft mehr
treibe davon.
Ich versinke-
niemand kommt mich retten
when you sink you just feel different. you forget about anything else, you’re trying to stay alive and at one point you understand that you’re gone. sinking makes your mind think straight. so you’ll never think any stupid things when you sink. only important things like your life, your relatives and friends. what were your life like. and then
you just pass away. slowly.
Plunge. a sixteen pound bowling ball contacts blanket
speed bleeds,
falling freely, while we savor delicious crisps,
tarts and alarmingly voluminous human beings.
a pin-point purpose without question see stretching,
the ball bears its force and creates infinite progress
careening into neoprene. Scene by velocity
i hate sinking a feeling you dont enjoy reminds me of quick sand and the movie the princess bride that brings good memories back i love that movie i always wanted to be her princess buttercup and i like to think of couches when i think of sinking like in our church our couches sink alot
Sinking. Sinking. Sinking very slowly into a deep abyss from which I may never come up again. Sinking deep. Deep into what appears to be a hole. Myself.
there was a boat and it sank. as it was sinking people were panicking. they ended up in the cold water. even though it was mid night they threw on a life jacket, put on some music, and had a party.
OH, god! It’s receding! Quick I have to get out of here right away, before it sucks me up, too!
Someone, anyone, please help! Throw me something to grab onto, quickly!
sinking can be when a something that has a high density can not float. it can also be used to describe someones feelings, such as one can have a sinking feeling.
sinking doesn’t look like sinking – as we all found out via facebook this spring. I had a dream a couple of nights back that I was pregnant and because of my big belly, I started to sink in the water and nooone helped me out. Indeed.. sinking feelings.
I feel like I’m sinking in a pool of school works. And just now, I want to drown… to get it over with. Oh! The stress is killing me! :O
Sinking down lower and lower. You cant see anything. Just the space above you getting larger and larger. You panic. The air is getting thinner. But there isn’t a single thing you can do because all there is to do is sink.
sinkingi when u drawn. probably dont know swimming. can be in a swimming pool sea ocean river any water body. protection like floaters can be taken. sinking can lead to death due to lack of oxygen. aaasthma. lifegaurds save people from sinking. people who know how to swim are likely to drown.
Sometimes I feel as if I am sinking into a dark hole where no one can see me and no one can save me. But I always keep my eye on the light on the top of the hole for there lays my hope..and when I focus very hard I can crawl towards the light and save myself.
You and I, sandy sheets and peeling off my clothes like petals, hungry greedy needy, and girls in love don’t feel like this. Girls in love don’t feel like this.
i.
DROWN WATER SHIP TITANIC WOOD FLOAT SWIM RESISTANT AIR HEAVY HELP SINK FAUSET VERB BATHROOM SEA OCEAN ICEBERG END GRAVITY
He was there, in the water. Freezing, his teeth chattering like crazy. It was past midnight and he when he closed his eyes, he could hear everything. The water, the waves, the sound of the tide breaking on the shore. Strangely, somehow, he felt at peace.
The small raft had a hole no one could see . As it went down the canal it slowly slowly was sinking. The mall passengers inside did not notice until it had gone fairly far down the canal – much too late to swim safely back to shore.
that feeling of sinking back. sometimes a glad feeling, after a long day of work not wasted, sinking into soft pillows waiting for you. sometimes mental, knowing what is coming, the sinking of heart and head and mind and soul, lowering slowly to the ground.
Sinking deeper and deeper. That’s what was happening. The whole conversation was bullshit. I’m going to die. He didn’t even say goodbye. Goodbye world. Goodbye music. Goodbye art. Goodbye clothes. Goodbye people. Goodbye smiles. Goodbye laughter. Goodbye you. Goodbye me.
i feel myself falling faster. faster. i don’t think i can take it anymore. what will happen to us? what will happen to me? i never imagined this would happen. he get out of bed. walks to the door. i close my eyes and curl up in the bed. darker…deeper…sunk.
Sinking, sinking, sinking. The bubbles rose up around me like a blissful surrender. I was but a small thing, riding the caressing current beneath the harsh waves above. I felt like I was rising up to meet something like heaven, when in reality, had I opened my eyes, I would have realized my terrible mistake.
Well we were sinking the well… the earth was churning, the steel bit of the auger slowly drilled through the clay toward the refreshing water that would delight and refresh the family.. they just hope it would work! they needed the water!
Falling slowly, the pressure building and the anxiousness being heightened. The sudden urge to put your best efforts forward, and give it one last go before you vanish into the abyss.
deep, drowning, going under the surface, I can’t breathe, I need air, my lungs burn as I struggle to swim to the surface to save myself
I’m sinking! Help!, I scream to the others. No one answers. I’m a lonely pirate.
Sinking. I am sinking into my nostalgia. Barcelona was such a high that now everything feels like shit. I guess that’s like hard drugs. Hm. Fun is highly addictive then I guess. I really hate what I’m writing right now but I’m in too much pain to care. I miss them.
I’m sinking, and its all because I dont have it in me to say no.
i am falling down…..like a ship that broke, down the water
I can’t keep afloat, I’m just falling deeper.
Nobody is helping my ship.
I’m going to drown.
I am sinking.
The sinking ship slipped further into the icy waters. Melissa could felt the chilly bite as the waves splashed across the deck. The crew was rushing about to deploy the life boats and hand out life preservers to the fearful passengers.
im in an ocean and im drowning with the waves crashing down upon me. it sucks its cold and its hard to breathe. my ex doesn’t have feeling for me anymore and i keep having a similar dream. im sinking in the dream.
There is no time left. Water pours into the hulls. Soon it will pour into our mouths, our lungs. We will end breathing what once gave us life. Two molecules away from what we needed. Tell my wif-
…
One day I was in a boat and all of a sudden an alligator came along. He bumped the bottom of the boat ferociously and took a chunk out of the bottom. Then the water just started filling into the boat until it finally sank.
deeper and deeper into the hole ive dug myself into. how? how may i see the light again? the road back is long! so bumpy but cant do it, cant go back to black.
Slowly i sank. Deeper and deeper into this web of confusion. Who shot johnny, where did the money go, the statue turned up miraculously at my door, bloodstained and i hadn’t even the slightest inclination to who i was.
I was sinking. I was just too tired to swim anymore. As I fell slowly through the water it became so dark I couldn’t see anything. Everything was dark. Where was I again? What was I doing?
And then I remembered.
And strength returned to my limbs, ten fold and I struck out trying to find the surface. My hand hit air and I swam towards. I broke through and gasped for air. I saw the boat and swam with such determination I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly I was above the water. I was running across it. I ignored this unbelievable fact for a moment and sprinted towards the noise, making small ripples on the water. I reached the boat, “Dad!” I screamed trying to find him. “DAD!” He lay there on the front of the boat, blood pooling around his head. I lowered my ear to his chest. And heard nothing. There was nothing. I backed away slowly, “No. NonononononoNO!” A blinding pain shot through my head and I could see nothing but blue. I looked through the pain and saw vaguely that I was pulsing blue light. My attention was then caught my two men exiting the cabin. “You two killed him.” They started inching backwards. “Whoa there girlie.” said the first one, “Let’s not do anything rash, huh?”
I stared at him cooly, calculating.
“It’s not rash.” I said calmly, “I have had plenty of time to consider.” Suddenly the anger kicked in and I wanted to scream, to cry, to punch and fight and kick. I fell to my knees dry sobs wracking my body. “There we go.” said the second, “Thought not.”
My head shot up, “HOW DARE YOU.” Fire shot out of my threatening, pointing finger.
They jumped into the water with yelps and I ran after them, jumping on top of the ocean as if it was solid. “HOW DARE YOU.” I screamed again. I saw them trying to swim away and with a wave of my arm, the water brought them back to me. They were hung, suspended my their shirt collars, in front of me. I got closer, “You. Will. PAY for what you’ve done.” I jerked my arm and they were thrown far off into the ocean. Blind rage consumed me. I barely remember what happened as I stalked towards them shooting fire from my hand. But as I threw up my arm to hit a final blow, someone caught it. I swiveled to meet this intruder, “What are you…?!” I met the eyes of a boy my age. A boy with kind eyes that looked at me sadly. “It’s okay.” He said kindly and settled on the water next to me. “It’s okay.” He said lowering my arm. “It’s okay.” he said and hugged my tightly. “It’s okay.” he whispered.
I will never know why I trusted him so much. I sagged in his arms, the blue light gone, my rage replaced with heart stopping sadness, and I cried. I cried and cried. And he held me close repeating that it was okay. As I stopped he looked at the two men, “Go. If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you myself.” I vaguely heard splashing as the swam away, but I was too involved with something else to really care.
“You have wings.”
i was sinking slowly. I saw everyone above me as i floated slowly deeper into the ocean. I stopped breathing taking in lung fulls of cold water, cold death. I saw the abyss below approach and the muzzle flash from the man who shot me.
There’s waves and foam and splashing. She’s caught up and alone and screaming silently. Lower she goes, colder she gets. The waves are just a distant sound.
Sinking, sinking, sinking, I’m sinking. She’s sinking in the one thing that gave her life and freedom–the freedom to see herself for who she really was.
Her heart was sinking. The sad realization that she would never have him, never be the one for him was too much for her poor heart to bear. He was the one person who made her complete in every sense of the word. He was not perfect, nobody is. And she realized this. But he was perfect for her and that was all that mattered.