You know that dream. We’ve all had it. You’re swimming with a friend one minute, the next you’re sinking in an endless ocean of water and pain. You wake up, sure, but the dream never really ends.
it wsn’t that we were sinking, really, but that we should have sunk long ago. It’s not that we wanted to leave in this way, this bulbous, monsterously quiet way, but that it has to be.
Fated.
I am sinking
on my majestic ship
which is ful of my friends,
and even some enemies
when we go down under
the mermaid looks into your soul
and asks if you want to stay or go
and I get to leave
sinking into a cup. it’s large and drifting out to sea. is this alice in wonderland? i’m no novelist and never will be, i’ll just continue to stall and forget stories. i have no imagination. it was swept to sea.
sinking……..I feel like I am sinking in the deep mire of homework, I have all kinds of studying to do about bones and muscles etc. THen for English class I am supposed to write a personal essay, an observation essay so I need to decide just what I should observe and write on.
the sinking feeling that one feels once they realize that their love with another is over is awful. you cannot describe the feeling without being cliche. and you can only explain it to people that have felt this feeling too. in addition to this, the sinking builds and builds until you just … drown.
Drowning was not what I’d wanted for myself. Not now, not then, not in the beginning of time and not for anyone I loved, but this is where I find myself today: drowning. Above me, sinking, the water, then the air, the gap closing smaller, and the world slowed. Stopped. And, then, it started, as it never had before.
I have the feeling that I’m sinking into a hole that I cannot get out of. No matter how hard I try I cannot stop the action. If somehow I could stop it, I could then start to climb back out. I don’t know if it will happen.
Drowning was not what I’d wanted for myself. Not now, not then, not in the beginning of time and not for anyone I loved, but this is where I find myself today: drowning. Above me, starting, the water, then the air, the gap closing smaller, and the world slowed. Stopped. And, then, it started, as it never had before.
Drowning was not what I’d wanted for myself. Not now, not then, not in the beginning of time and not for anyone I loved, but this is where I find myself today: drowning. Above me, starting, the water, then the air, the gap closing smaller, and the world slowed. Stopped. And, then, it started, as it never had before.
The ship was sinking
The world was spinning
And she was holding onto the railing
As if that would save her
She didn’t realize
That she could jump
She didn’t realize
That she could fly
It was only at the last moment
When the water came to claim her
That she opened her wings
And lifted herself
Away from the disaster
She had unwittingly created
Away from the ship
That had been the whole
Of her existence
And in that moment of flight
She understood
That she had been living a lie
That she had been living
Someone else’s life
And that the only thing she needed
Was the wind at her back
And her own breath
In her chest
i am sinking in love with you
i know it’s not right
i know it won’t last
i know you won’t hold my attention
i know boredom will set in
you are beautiful
you are lovely
you are energetic
i am falling
sinking really
My heart is sinking. From the day you went out with him. My heart just sunk. Like a sunken ship. My whole mind and thoughts went haywire as if its about to sink.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or rather pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the guy looked professional. He had a white lab coat and everything. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 for lasik surgery because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or rather pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the guy looked professional. He had a white lab coat and everything. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 for lasik surgery because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or rather pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the tattoo artist looked talented. His clothes were cool. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or rather pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the tattoo artist looked talented. His clothes were cool. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the tattoo artist looked talented. His clothes were cool. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the tattoo artist looked talented. His clothes were cool. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 because it was his calling.
A sinking feeling…a pit in my stomach, a flower petal sinking under the water, water sinking through the dirt of my african violet, sinking into my bed at the end of a very long day.
im sinking and something stops me, i looked up to see a face i have never seen before. Must be a dream but it feels so real, cant let go. The person is pulling me up and im being dragged down. I try to shout but something else stops me andi cant stop it. I need more help, we need help, we are still sinking and we cant talk. No help is around and nothing is around that we could use to help us stop. my heart aches and my hand is falling loose.
“hold on” the person says suddenly, just as i fall in deeper, deeper, deeper. Nothing stopping me, me hoping it is a dream but- no.
the boat was sinking into the ocean. Jack was lost. he sang yellow sunmarine in his head. His dad loved the beatles. So did Evan .But Evan was gone to another place. Gone like Jack would soon be too.
sleeping, i cant call out, something stops me from doing so. I am falling, sinking, drowning. My breathing gets harder until it stops and then i cant see and thing, no help around and nothing to bring me back.
i am in a ship i need help now one is there i am alone. i am etering the water i am going down down down. oh help me mummy oh thats just great i wake up
boo
You know that dream. We’ve all had it. You’re swimming with a friend one minute, the next you’re sinking in an endless ocean of water and pain. You wake up, sure, but the dream never really ends.
it wsn’t that we were sinking, really, but that we should have sunk long ago. It’s not that we wanted to leave in this way, this bulbous, monsterously quiet way, but that it has to be.
Fated.
the sinks are sinking
I am sinking
on my majestic ship
which is ful of my friends,
and even some enemies
when we go down under
the mermaid looks into your soul
and asks if you want to stay or go
and I get to leave
sinking into a cup. it’s large and drifting out to sea. is this alice in wonderland? i’m no novelist and never will be, i’ll just continue to stall and forget stories. i have no imagination. it was swept to sea.
sucks
sink ing The sink is sinking. your spirits are sinking. Synching is another form of sinking but must be done together in synch.
My boat is sinking in the deep blue sea and there is nothing i could do about it, i would like to fly away from here but i am already wet.
sinking……..I feel like I am sinking in the deep mire of homework, I have all kinds of studying to do about bones and muscles etc. THen for English class I am supposed to write a personal essay, an observation essay so I need to decide just what I should observe and write on.
the sinking feeling that one feels once they realize that their love with another is over is awful. you cannot describe the feeling without being cliche. and you can only explain it to people that have felt this feeling too. in addition to this, the sinking builds and builds until you just … drown.
Tthe water sinks and I don’t know what to do, it keeps leaking and I an’t breathe anymore. I could feel it slip into my lungs.
Drowning was not what I’d wanted for myself. Not now, not then, not in the beginning of time and not for anyone I loved, but this is where I find myself today: drowning. Above me, sinking, the water, then the air, the gap closing smaller, and the world slowed. Stopped. And, then, it started, as it never had before.
I have the feeling that I’m sinking into a hole that I cannot get out of. No matter how hard I try I cannot stop the action. If somehow I could stop it, I could then start to climb back out. I don’t know if it will happen.
Drowning was not what I’d wanted for myself. Not now, not then, not in the beginning of time and not for anyone I loved, but this is where I find myself today: drowning. Above me, starting, the water, then the air, the gap closing smaller, and the world slowed. Stopped. And, then, it started, as it never had before.
Drowning was not what I’d wanted for myself. Not now, not then, not in the beginning of time and not for anyone I loved, but this is where I find myself today: drowning. Above me, starting, the water, then the air, the gap closing smaller, and the world slowed. Stopped. And, then, it started, as it never had before.
sinking. Die ratten verlassen das sinkende Schiff. Sie singen sinkend. Plink-plink-plink. gleich schlie
my financial situation at the moment. not paying bills because you can’t. like sliding but with a more malicious intent.
glu glu glu
The ship was sinking
The world was spinning
And she was holding onto the railing
As if that would save her
She didn’t realize
That she could jump
She didn’t realize
That she could fly
It was only at the last moment
When the water came to claim her
That she opened her wings
And lifted herself
Away from the disaster
She had unwittingly created
Away from the ship
That had been the whole
Of her existence
And in that moment of flight
She understood
That she had been living a lie
That she had been living
Someone else’s life
And that the only thing she needed
Was the wind at her back
And her own breath
In her chest
I floated down into the abyss to find light emerging from the crack of time that I thought was the end. A new beginning
i am sinking in love with you
i know it’s not right
i know it won’t last
i know you won’t hold my attention
i know boredom will set in
you are beautiful
you are lovely
you are energetic
i am falling
sinking really
I’m sinking in the mud. I can’t get out.
I have a sinking feeling I am a schmuck who hit the “submit” button a million times. Sorry, everyone!
My heart is sinking. From the day you went out with him. My heart just sunk. Like a sunken ship. My whole mind and thoughts went haywire as if its about to sink.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or rather pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the guy looked professional. He had a white lab coat and everything. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 for lasik surgery because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or rather pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the guy looked professional. He had a white lab coat and everything. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 for lasik surgery because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or rather pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the tattoo artist looked talented. His clothes were cool. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or rather pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the tattoo artist looked talented. His clothes were cool. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the tattoo artist looked talented. His clothes were cool. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 because it was his calling.
I had a sinking feeling it was too good to be true. But I set the feeling aside…or pushed it down…swallowed it, let it sink below the pit of my stomach where it could be ignored. I mean, the tattoo artist looked talented. His clothes were cool. And despite the tequila smell on his breath he seemed reasonably coordinated. Maybe he only charged $15 because it was his calling.
that sinking feeling.
A sinking feeling…a pit in my stomach, a flower petal sinking under the water, water sinking through the dirt of my african violet, sinking into my bed at the end of a very long day.
im sinking and something stops me, i looked up to see a face i have never seen before. Must be a dream but it feels so real, cant let go. The person is pulling me up and im being dragged down. I try to shout but something else stops me andi cant stop it. I need more help, we need help, we are still sinking and we cant talk. No help is around and nothing is around that we could use to help us stop. my heart aches and my hand is falling loose.
“hold on” the person says suddenly, just as i fall in deeper, deeper, deeper. Nothing stopping me, me hoping it is a dream but- no.
the boat was sinking into the ocean. Jack was lost. he sang yellow sunmarine in his head. His dad loved the beatles. So did Evan .But Evan was gone to another place. Gone like Jack would soon be too.
NO help for you or you or you or you!!!!! well theta gr8t
i am on a ship all on my own it hits a icebierg i am going down in to the cold water of derar i was on th titanic :)
sleeping, i cant call out, something stops me from doing so. I am falling, sinking, drowning. My breathing gets harder until it stops and then i cant see and thing, no help around and nothing to bring me back.
i am in a ship i need help now one is there i am alone. i am etering the water i am going down down down. oh help me mummy oh thats just great i wake up
falling, dying, drowning, no help,