The Titanic listed sharply to the port as the cold Atlantic water rushed into the lower holds. Passengers screamed, crew rushed to lower lifeboats. The boats were insufficient, the crew was nearly as paniced as the passengers.
Sinking, slipping harder and faster into the black hole that once consumed my mother. Will my fate be the same as hers? Will my good soul be sucked into darkness by coincidental unfortunes? Will I make it through? Will I end up as my mother did, just another rose on the road?
water the tub bath the person is sinking to the bottom of their life and falling under the world’s harsh cold embrace. It is a scary world and they can feel the pressure. It’s in their bones. It’s a scary sense of being and they are afraid to come up from the bottom because they know that they will be pushed back under
My heart when the cards turn over and I see that I’m drawing dead. I knew I shouldn’t have called but I just had to see if my hand was ggood enough and maybe, just maybe I was making a great call of a bluff.
im sinking in my chair trying to hide my face. when you walked in the room with your new girlfriend on your arm. How could you do that to me. Sure we are over but i thought u loved me.
I am sinking, down into the abyss which is reality. Many people spend their lives in a state of mere wandering, not questioning what they see. Keeping your eyes closed. When you open you eyes, you realise that we are all sinking. Following the same pattern. The same day. The same life. We sink into our limits.
deeper and deeper, i’ve lost all since of direction.
Hold me tighter in your arms of stone, hold me tighter untill the world around us stops moving.
Please dont let go of me. Promise ull love me untill the day yhat i die.
a ship is sinking of the coast. there was a mighty storm and the ship hit rocks. it was loaded with ancient treasure and the battered ship splintered in the moonlight. the only sounds that follow the bubbling of the sinking ship are waves consuming the wreckage
I can feel the turkey sandwich I ate an hour ago sinking in my stomach, like a lead weight. Somehow it hurts. I try not to think about the thing that caused this ill feeling and instead think of ships. Ship, ships, ships. Sinking, sinking, sinking. I think I’m going to be sick.
sinking is a bad thing, decneding slowly, unable to stop, drifting eer closer to the end… very little good comes of sinking. Swiming down is one thing, you’re in control, you can stop and reverse any time. but sinking is by definition almost always bad, which is why you get a sinking feeling when somehting bad is happening/going to happen.
There used to be a sinkhole behind my house. Growing up. We’d explore and play. We’d find mystical things and create long and twisted back stories about the woods. We were never afraid of it, or even falling in. Where were my parents? Who would stop us?
O jesus I have that feeling of utter hopelessness or maybe that is just the gasation caused by inordinate amounts of pringles. Often the two go hand in hand and I am willing to go down with the ship my great captain.
i fell through it felt i was sinking then as i was drifting past i saw almost all i thought was fake it startled me i was sinking down through everything.
I feel like I’m sinking,and he isn’t helping,but how can he when he doesn’t know that the reason that I’m sinking in the first place is him.I should never have let him onboard..but I would never be able to make him sink to save myself.
sinking slowly…floating motionless…watching as the sky fades away…the light dims and you’re being pulled ever closer into the darkness…something moves…but you can’t look to see what it was…something big…it’s passing you by again…what could it be? your heart races
ships? I do not know what to say, this makes me think of just going places and trying not to sink…
to some people sinking might even be a feeling, I personally dont feel this way but want to help people feeling this way as much as I can.
sinking, like ships in wars, like the titanic, which by the way is a terrible movie, theres a million hours on kissing and nothing on sinking
deep in the water, the ocean swallows me down to the depths. it is cold and comforting at the same time. the boat is taking in the water, I want to jump out because we are sinking, sinking, sinking into the abyss. the kitchen sink. its sinking with dirty dishes.
Sinking. Yes, the ship was really freaking sinking. It wasn’t fair, this wasn’t the Titanic or nothing! Screaming for dear life, I ran to Ron, my brother.
“Jim! Jim, is that you kid!?” Paul came FLYING towards me, while I wondered where my brother was.
I feel like sinking into ocean. To a place where I can’t see the light. I feel like breathing under water. I want to taste the salt of the sea. I feel like sinking.
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholely lean on Jesus’ name. On Christ the sold rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand.
i have a sinking feeling that i am going to fail out of college. there is no hope for a girl like me. i cant pay attention in class. i do my homework but i am completely lost.. can anyone help me? i cant even help myself
mijn voeten zinken weg in het zand, steeds dieper, tot ik er niks meer van zie.
Het is net als onze vriendschap, langzaam groeien we uit elkaar, nemen nooit echt afscheid. We zien het allebei aankomen, binnenkort zijn we weer gewoon jij en ik.
I have this sinking feeling that I’m falling. That I can’t get up from this hellhole also known as my life. Its like I tread through water, quicksand. The ground eats at my heels, my soles. I keep getting that sinking feeling that everything will be over. that it is over. but what am i supposed to do?
The Titanic listed sharply to the port as the cold Atlantic water rushed into the lower holds. Passengers screamed, crew rushed to lower lifeboats. The boats were insufficient, the crew was nearly as paniced as the passengers.
the feeling in my brain was one of sinking i couldn’t help but groan out loud when i heard that it was going away, that we were leaving home.
The ruler of the seven kingdoms – wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy and gluttony.
the american ship is sinckin there are american sheets on the death bed and american bombs in the sky
american stone in the graveyard amerca
could be a feeling you have when something awful happens.
Sinking, slipping harder and faster into the black hole that once consumed my mother. Will my fate be the same as hers? Will my good soul be sucked into darkness by coincidental unfortunes? Will I make it through? Will I end up as my mother did, just another rose on the road?
water the tub bath the person is sinking to the bottom of their life and falling under the world’s harsh cold embrace. It is a scary world and they can feel the pressure. It’s in their bones. It’s a scary sense of being and they are afraid to come up from the bottom because they know that they will be pushed back under
My heart when the cards turn over and I see that I’m drawing dead. I knew I shouldn’t have called but I just had to see if my hand was ggood enough and maybe, just maybe I was making a great call of a bluff.
nervous
im sinking in my chair trying to hide my face. when you walked in the room with your new girlfriend on your arm. How could you do that to me. Sure we are over but i thought u loved me.
I am sinking, down into the abyss which is reality. Many people spend their lives in a state of mere wandering, not questioning what they see. Keeping your eyes closed. When you open you eyes, you realise that we are all sinking. Following the same pattern. The same day. The same life. We sink into our limits.
life
down
deep
down
loosing thought along the way
down
deep
down
thunder rolling never ending
falling
down
deep
down.
deeper and deeper, i’ve lost all since of direction.
Hold me tighter in your arms of stone, hold me tighter untill the world around us stops moving.
Please dont let go of me. Promise ull love me untill the day yhat i die.
a ship is sinking of the coast. there was a mighty storm and the ship hit rocks. it was loaded with ancient treasure and the battered ship splintered in the moonlight. the only sounds that follow the bubbling of the sinking ship are waves consuming the wreckage
its a sinking feeling in the stomach. I’m sad. nothing makes sense anymore, i guess. I refuse to cry.
The end is Near, and I’m not much more than a background character.
I’m sorry, my dear. I’m sorry.
Goodbye.
ben s
I can feel the turkey sandwich I ate an hour ago sinking in my stomach, like a lead weight. Somehow it hurts. I try not to think about the thing that caused this ill feeling and instead think of ships. Ship, ships, ships. Sinking, sinking, sinking. I think I’m going to be sick.
im falling
sinking is a bad thing, decneding slowly, unable to stop, drifting eer closer to the end… very little good comes of sinking. Swiming down is one thing, you’re in control, you can stop and reverse any time. but sinking is by definition almost always bad, which is why you get a sinking feeling when somehting bad is happening/going to happen.
There used to be a sinkhole behind my house. Growing up. We’d explore and play. We’d find mystical things and create long and twisted back stories about the woods. We were never afraid of it, or even falling in. Where were my parents? Who would stop us?
O jesus I have that feeling of utter hopelessness or maybe that is just the gasation caused by inordinate amounts of pringles. Often the two go hand in hand and I am willing to go down with the ship my great captain.
i fell through it felt i was sinking then as i was drifting past i saw almost all i thought was fake it startled me i was sinking down through everything.
just then all the words i had ever wrote were sinking, down, down, down, gone. i had to let go just then i realized it was right……………
I feel like I’m sinking,and he isn’t helping,but how can he when he doesn’t know that the reason that I’m sinking in the first place is him.I should never have let him onboard..but I would never be able to make him sink to save myself.
sinking slowly…floating motionless…watching as the sky fades away…the light dims and you’re being pulled ever closer into the darkness…something moves…but you can’t look to see what it was…something big…it’s passing you by again…what could it be? your heart races
boat float
down the thru the sea into the depts of unimaginable
depts .
ships? I do not know what to say, this makes me think of just going places and trying not to sink…
to some people sinking might even be a feeling, I personally dont feel this way but want to help people feeling this way as much as I can.
sinking, like ships in wars, like the titanic, which by the way is a terrible movie, theres a million hours on kissing and nothing on sinking
deep in the water, the ocean swallows me down to the depths. it is cold and comforting at the same time. the boat is taking in the water, I want to jump out because we are sinking, sinking, sinking into the abyss. the kitchen sink. its sinking with dirty dishes.
Sinking. Yes, the ship was really freaking sinking. It wasn’t fair, this wasn’t the Titanic or nothing! Screaming for dear life, I ran to Ron, my brother.
“Jim! Jim, is that you kid!?” Paul came FLYING towards me, while I wondered where my brother was.
I feel like sinking into ocean. To a place where I can’t see the light. I feel like breathing under water. I want to taste the salt of the sea. I feel like sinking.
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholely lean on Jesus’ name. On Christ the sold rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand.
i have a sinking feeling that i am going to fail out of college. there is no hope for a girl like me. i cant pay attention in class. i do my homework but i am completely lost.. can anyone help me? i cant even help myself
mijn voeten zinken weg in het zand, steeds dieper, tot ik er niks meer van zie.
Het is net als onze vriendschap, langzaam groeien we uit elkaar, nemen nooit echt afscheid. We zien het allebei aankomen, binnenkort zijn we weer gewoon jij en ik.
You just keep sinking until you hit the bottom of the hypothetical lake. Then you realize that you don’t have any air. You’re screwed.
drooping dropping,
stomach dips and drips with acid
pain flows through the walls
eyelids flutter to see the
lose of everything
i’m sinking
boat water plug bucket worried worries drowning get out hurry swim
fish never ever sink.
I have this sinking feeling that I’m falling. That I can’t get up from this hellhole also known as my life. Its like I tread through water, quicksand. The ground eats at my heels, my soles. I keep getting that sinking feeling that everything will be over. that it is over. but what am i supposed to do?