i feel like im sinking, my life is sinking, i lost happiness a long time ago and now here i am simply sinkin into nothing, nothing but the sweet earth where i came from. i want to fall deeper and deeper where i can no longer feel the pain of this life. sinking never felt so good and so right.
There was a day when i wanted to go to the pool. It was a clear day and no one was there so i jumped it without any grace at all. Disturbing the beautiful clearness of the water as i connected with it. Waves were everywhere when i began to climb to the surface. It was only 5 feet deep but it felt like i was climbing the water forever. I started to run out of air and then i realized i was sinking like a rock, and there was no bottom.
I dont now how deep i was, but suddenly everything was crystal clear and i was remembering all the best days of my life. My life was flashing before my eyes. I saw my moms loving face and then i was sitting in my back yard singing old mcdonald with my little brother sitting next to me. Everything was happening so fast i didnt remember being pulled out of the water by someone.
water, flow, electrical problem, i don’t like this, gumball, sea, i don’t know, you adrian, go, flashlight, sink, ing, dink, rink, flink, BLINK, bond, eyelash, fun, does, this, end, 6 seconds? i’m not sure, what is sinking? how does one sink? i don’t know.
“we’re sinking” screamed mary.
“there’s nothing to do now,” said jake calmly.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NOTHING TO DO, WE’RE GOING TO DIE,” shouted Mary.
how is it that weeks ago, days ago, only moments ago he was mine? He was mine and we were lost in a sea of bliss and now Im sinking. sinking down down down and he’s no where to be found.
I like sinks, but I don’t feel comfortable with sinking. I think it may hurts, I don’t know. Well, I’ve never sinked, but, you know….
It may be cool and I don’t know. Who knows? I don’t.
i love to go sinking. i dont know what it is but i like it. it reminds me of that movie with those alien people and how they turn into bubbles or soething wenever they get touched by water. idk why but i like that movie. it was when disney had good movies. now they all suck and the actors suck. they all have to sing and its dumb because they cant sing hahahahahaha. silly people. why do they have to be on disney. i guess its better than being a slut or druggie.
I feel myself sinking and it isn’t sad. The water is deep and inviting. I feel I should be upset, maybe cry. But the water is all that surrounds me and I feel okay. SInking isn’t so bad, I think. I sink.
falling, going down, sad, trapped, cant escape, fear, wanting help, quick sand, anxiety, anxious, wanting to get out, run, help. no turning back, overwhelming, who to trust ? who can help ? who can I rely on the most to help me in these vulnerable situations.
I feel like I’m sinking in because I worry about us.
You out there. Meeting new people and trying new things.
You worry about me, that I’ll meet someone new.
I can promise you I won’t.
But you most definitely will.
And a tear falls down from my eye.
One.
Two.
Three.
The ship had started to sink, and so had his hopes for the future. He knew he wouldn’t make it out of the cold, dark Alaskan waters. His lacking swimming skills would be the death of him. He would never get his masters in english. He would never star in ” Singing in the Rain ” as he’d hoped for that fall. His life was closing, drowning in the ice and vast ocean. And all he could do was wait.
the water is in my head now, it’s combining with my brain and my neurons to create something new. half brain, half ocean, I will extend my synapses to the whole of the water and the fishes will swim between my thoughts as I am thinking them. I will remember their bumps against me, I will remember the sharks swimming through my morals and the sardines nibbling at my concept of self.
The ship has been capsized, and, if my estimate approaches accuracy to any meaningful extent, I’d wager I have around 3 minutes until the cold, encompassing waters consume my body and consequently swallow all that is of significance in this life. I had suspected, earlier, that when a time such as this had rolled around, I’d be in a panic. It’s blissful, rather. Oblivion is here.
sinking through the waves like rock, falling toward the center of the earth. pulling me down, the water pulls over me in ripples, forcing my further down. darkness seeps into me. and i shut my eyes and sleep.
This reminds me of a video Mr. McAllister made in class to show us how to use Animoto. The video was aptly titled “Sometimes Ships Sink” and subtitled “And People Die.” It had lots of fun pictures of sinking ships. And fun background music.
what an appropriate word for the way that life is going, it’s always sinking dwindling to nothing, im longing for the peak, which will then also sink.
it’s inevidable.
the other day i was sinking in my tears because i remembered tou… i didnt understand it i just did and i dnt know how to stop doing it… my love for you will always last and i will never forget yoy but i have to go and live my lifeee… everytime i think of you this tears will still come and i might sink on them but someday i will learn to handle it and you will be only in my memories
I think of a sinking ship in the middle of bora bora…not sure if that’s spelled right, but who cares. I love ships. Sometimes I wish I were living in the pirate days, but alas…I am am here in the 21st century…or is the 22nd? I think of the future sometimes too. Maybe living like the Jetsons would be cool. Speeding in space cars while listening to 1970’s rock would be fun.
in a bowl of water. trying to breath to find air. swimming as fast as i can toward the light to breathe. suffocating. loosing hope. hope for the future. relief.
As I age I feel like not only am I slowing down but am sinking without enough energy to swim back to the surface and perform at optimal speed. I don’t like this.
Her heart was sinking along with the ship because she knew she had to leave her baby behind. The child was her most prized possession and she had hoped he would out live her despite his heart problems.
Oh now! Our boat had sprung a leak! We’re slowly sinking into the Atlantic. We’re out of materials to fix it. We have no idea what do do!
Please help us. We’re going tot be stranded at sea.
With no air and my last breath
i am sinking to a bottomless pit
where ships sail above me
and left without those who love me
im sinking at fast pace
and my heart slows its rate
How often it is that what we are experiencing is the climb above that sinking feeling we so dread. I scratched my head wondering…anyways! I’m excited about the opportunities the day has in store. With my head full of dreams, I walked into the street not even noticing that my feet were sinking deeper into the asphalt with each step.
The ship is sinking! Please whoever reads this help us. We are in desperate need and lost our life jackets. Those who can swim are helping the children and elderly, but they won’t last forever.
in a boat or swimming in water. feeling very scared and don’t know what to do. being wet and cold. a heavy rock in the lake covered in moss. fish all around and flippers on my feet. trying to breath but can’t.
she was sinking underwater, unable to think about whether or not she even wanted to reach the top again. whether or not she belonged there floated around her head – perhaps it was better this way, disconnected from the world of the living, where it felt like she didn’t even have a proper place anymore.
The lemon slice sank
the gin invisible in tonic
like fog in mist
I slowly sipped, the tip
of my tongue on the rim
like spit in a shower
as the ice cracks
from the warmth
of my palm though glass
like a candle in a desert
sinking, like the titanic but…… not. It’s all just a part of life, we start on top and then down, down, down we go with the decisions we make every day.
i feel like im sinking, my life is sinking, i lost happiness a long time ago and now here i am simply sinkin into nothing, nothing but the sweet earth where i came from. i want to fall deeper and deeper where i can no longer feel the pain of this life. sinking never felt so good and so right.
There was a day when i wanted to go to the pool. It was a clear day and no one was there so i jumped it without any grace at all. Disturbing the beautiful clearness of the water as i connected with it. Waves were everywhere when i began to climb to the surface. It was only 5 feet deep but it felt like i was climbing the water forever. I started to run out of air and then i realized i was sinking like a rock, and there was no bottom.
I dont now how deep i was, but suddenly everything was crystal clear and i was remembering all the best days of my life. My life was flashing before my eyes. I saw my moms loving face and then i was sitting in my back yard singing old mcdonald with my little brother sitting next to me. Everything was happening so fast i didnt remember being pulled out of the water by someone.
water, flow, electrical problem, i don’t like this, gumball, sea, i don’t know, you adrian, go, flashlight, sink, ing, dink, rink, flink, BLINK, bond, eyelash, fun, does, this, end, 6 seconds? i’m not sure, what is sinking? how does one sink? i don’t know.
“we’re sinking” screamed mary.
“there’s nothing to do now,” said jake calmly.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NOTHING TO DO, WE’RE GOING TO DIE,” shouted Mary.
how is it that weeks ago, days ago, only moments ago he was mine? He was mine and we were lost in a sea of bliss and now Im sinking. sinking down down down and he’s no where to be found.
I like sinks, but I don’t feel comfortable with sinking. I think it may hurts, I don’t know. Well, I’ve never sinked, but, you know….
It may be cool and I don’t know. Who knows? I don’t.
i love to go sinking. i dont know what it is but i like it. it reminds me of that movie with those alien people and how they turn into bubbles or soething wenever they get touched by water. idk why but i like that movie. it was when disney had good movies. now they all suck and the actors suck. they all have to sing and its dumb because they cant sing hahahahahaha. silly people. why do they have to be on disney. i guess its better than being a slut or druggie.
I feel myself sinking and it isn’t sad. The water is deep and inviting. I feel I should be upset, maybe cry. But the water is all that surrounds me and I feel okay. SInking isn’t so bad, I think. I sink.
falling, going down, sad, trapped, cant escape, fear, wanting help, quick sand, anxiety, anxious, wanting to get out, run, help. no turning back, overwhelming, who to trust ? who can help ? who can I rely on the most to help me in these vulnerable situations.
Sinking, sinking, sinking down into a velvety black depth again, Jensen cooed into the receiver, “You bastards…”
I feel like I’m sinking in because I worry about us.
You out there. Meeting new people and trying new things.
You worry about me, that I’ll meet someone new.
I can promise you I won’t.
But you most definitely will.
And a tear falls down from my eye.
One.
Two.
Three.
Sinking in between realities. Affraid to leap into what life really is. Why did I get left behind. not normal. Digested into obscurity
Quicksand.Feet underneath relentless ground.Barely being able to move.No hope.Depressing.
The ship had started to sink, and so had his hopes for the future. He knew he wouldn’t make it out of the cold, dark Alaskan waters. His lacking swimming skills would be the death of him. He would never get his masters in english. He would never star in ” Singing in the Rain ” as he’d hoped for that fall. His life was closing, drowning in the ice and vast ocean. And all he could do was wait.
the water is in my head now, it’s combining with my brain and my neurons to create something new. half brain, half ocean, I will extend my synapses to the whole of the water and the fishes will swim between my thoughts as I am thinking them. I will remember their bumps against me, I will remember the sharks swimming through my morals and the sardines nibbling at my concept of self.
The ship has been capsized, and, if my estimate approaches accuracy to any meaningful extent, I’d wager I have around 3 minutes until the cold, encompassing waters consume my body and consequently swallow all that is of significance in this life. I had suspected, earlier, that when a time such as this had rolled around, I’d be in a panic. It’s blissful, rather. Oblivion is here.
sinking through the waves like rock, falling toward the center of the earth. pulling me down, the water pulls over me in ripples, forcing my further down. darkness seeps into me. and i shut my eyes and sleep.
This reminds me of a video Mr. McAllister made in class to show us how to use Animoto. The video was aptly titled “Sometimes Ships Sink” and subtitled “And People Die.” It had lots of fun pictures of sinking ships. And fun background music.
what an appropriate word for the way that life is going, it’s always sinking dwindling to nothing, im longing for the peak, which will then also sink.
it’s inevidable.
the other day i was sinking in my tears because i remembered tou… i didnt understand it i just did and i dnt know how to stop doing it… my love for you will always last and i will never forget yoy but i have to go and live my lifeee… everytime i think of you this tears will still come and i might sink on them but someday i will learn to handle it and you will be only in my memories
I think of a sinking ship in the middle of bora bora…not sure if that’s spelled right, but who cares. I love ships. Sometimes I wish I were living in the pirate days, but alas…I am am here in the 21st century…or is the 22nd? I think of the future sometimes too. Maybe living like the Jetsons would be cool. Speeding in space cars while listening to 1970’s rock would be fun.
I’ve loved and lost the man of my dreams, I look at him and my hear cryes I’m moving away to leave him, so I can love again.
in a bowl of water. trying to breath to find air. swimming as fast as i can toward the light to breathe. suffocating. loosing hope. hope for the future. relief.
Sinking in the sink, bubbles meander down the drain.
As I age I feel like not only am I slowing down but am sinking without enough energy to swim back to the surface and perform at optimal speed. I don’t like this.
Her heart was sinking along with the ship because she knew she had to leave her baby behind. The child was her most prized possession and she had hoped he would out live her despite his heart problems.
That feeling …
Oh now! Our boat had sprung a leak! We’re slowly sinking into the Atlantic. We’re out of materials to fix it. We have no idea what do do!
Please help us. We’re going tot be stranded at sea.
Like Crabs in a bucket… in a mess of little kids that I work with who call themselves adults!!
With no air and my last breath
i am sinking to a bottomless pit
where ships sail above me
and left without those who love me
im sinking at fast pace
and my heart slows its rate
How often it is that what we are experiencing is the climb above that sinking feeling we so dread. I scratched my head wondering…anyways! I’m excited about the opportunities the day has in store. With my head full of dreams, I walked into the street not even noticing that my feet were sinking deeper into the asphalt with each step.
The ship is sinking! Please whoever reads this help us. We are in desperate need and lost our life jackets. Those who can swim are helping the children and elderly, but they won’t last forever.
in a boat or swimming in water. feeling very scared and don’t know what to do. being wet and cold. a heavy rock in the lake covered in moss. fish all around and flippers on my feet. trying to breath but can’t.
she was sinking underwater, unable to think about whether or not she even wanted to reach the top again. whether or not she belonged there floated around her head – perhaps it was better this way, disconnected from the world of the living, where it felt like she didn’t even have a proper place anymore.
The Titanic is sinking. A dramatic song is playing in he background as the ship slowly sinks.
in water falling and dying water falls thoughts consuming your brain
death
The lemon slice sank
the gin invisible in tonic
like fog in mist
I slowly sipped, the tip
of my tongue on the rim
like spit in a shower
as the ice cracks
from the warmth
of my palm though glass
like a candle in a desert
Falling drowning in a never ending hole. Either sinking in despair catching snippets of lights and blue and white flash before your eyes.
it’s too much, everything
too heavy
pushing me down
i want to be FREE, weightless!
i’m going down and i can’t escape because i’m sinking
lower
sinking, like the titanic but…… not. It’s all just a part of life, we start on top and then down, down, down we go with the decisions we make every day.