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I want to fall.A Poem by frankie sanchezNo parachute. Heart open like windsock. Arms wide like forest fire. Lungs full like children in candy store. No fear. Brain illuminated like ambul.. |
Fighting For BreathA Poem by LiliansGiftI hate this feeling in my chestLike I’m fighting hard for a breathThat just won’t comeAnd I know what you seeI’m stronger than I thi.. |
Screaming at the top of my lungsA Poem by Cosmic kidI am an orb. I am full of love. I love everybody and everything. All of this compassion is killing me. Screaming at the top of my lungs. I need.. |
Between a breath and a woundA Poem by Kaitlyn StoneI am caughtbetween a breath and a woundboth showing meIam alivein different waysI breathe inI bleed outI take gulps of airto fill myself withthe remin.. |
It's Snowing but the Leaves are Still GreenA Poem by kera moondustI was sitting in class when this occurred, it's been a hot year and the leaves are still green even as our first snow fall decided to come down yester.. |
insomnia~A Poem by skeletalmartyrThe asylum latches my lunges to chains of a rusted anchor. The insomnia keeps the marrow in my bones from wandering. to the martyrs recreating scaf.. |
"Breath"A Poem by "writing by" KSA poem about a Panic Attack and some of the feelings and emotions that go with it hand in hand. |
CaliginosityA Poem by R.M.W.I'm drenched from head to toe, always followed by a cloud of caliginosity. |
DrowningA Poem by Naomi BloomSong lyrics describing the doomed romance between a mammal and a fish. Can you guess what animated characters I am referring to? |
A Dying ManA Poem by ToribirdSomething that I recently have lived through. |
MaryA Chapter by Abdul Batin Osman Beyabout Mary Jane, I wrote this with Brother Gad and the Asher Tribe |
BreatheA Poem by Liv I Am.After my cousin's condition of Cystic Fibrosis worsened and things weren't looking great, our prayers were answered and she got a double lung transpla.. |
Twin DeathA Poem by John HolmesI am trying to tackle my sadness differently atm and so i am writing but not wallowing in my self pity, what do you think? |
Swallowing SmokeA Poem by Authoresssmol·der /ˈsmōldər/ verb burn slowly with smoke but no flame |
CancerA Poem by Anonymouscorrupted lungs, stolen breath plastic implanted in my broken chest embedded tumours of red red red the words engraved in my core are long de.. |