breath

September 27th, 2012 | 270 Entries

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270 Entries for “breath”

  1. relief and relax because breathing can resolve every problem for a few seconds and gives you the strength to continue doing something that may be hard or maybe pleasant either way, its life

    by Denisse on 09.27.2012
  2. She likes going outside. The air is fresh. It’s always fresh here. And she considers, for a moment, that living in the country wouldn’t be so bad. The cows were better company than cars that’s for sure.

  3. because it could be your last
    dont let this world dissipate with the feeling of hollow regret
    looming in your chest

    by Alicia on 09.27.2012
  4. what is a breath. why is a breath something that keeps you alive every breath you take is something that must be divine. Every breath you take must be something you hold deep inside. What is a breath but your life wasting away. What is a breath but all of your pain just flying insane. Why is it a breath is something always there. THeres always something constant in life and that is a breath

    by Nicholas Block on 09.27.2012
  5. As I inhaled the smoke and exhaled the gray cloud, I contemplated how bad my breath must have smelled in that moment.

    by Mimi on 09.27.2012
  6. I take my last breath as I sink farther and farther into the deep abyss I call my soul. I can’t escape here. I don’t know that I want to.

    by Mackenzie Keaney on 09.27.2012
  7. every breath i take
    you fill my lungs
    as mine our yours
    we share the same air
    and life as one is but too far away
    i love you
    i do and for what its worth
    every breath i take
    reminds me of you

  8. In. Out. In Out. In. In. In

    Out…

    He’s pacing back and forward, glasses reflecting the light and all I can think about is my breathing. Smack.

    I’m on the floor, eyes glaring at the ceiling fan, glasses above me and… in. out. in. out….

    by Lewis Cameron on 09.27.2012
  9. I woke up with a start, in full panic mode. There was nothing wrong with me, but I had been jerked awake by something forceful. I felt beside me to see if Jeff was still there, and he was. I sat up and looked around. Although Jeff was beside me, still sound asleep, he was in peril. Around his neck and chest was an enormous python, intently winding itself tighter and tighter around its meal.

  10. It was something she wanted as she ran in the freezing cold, gym shorts swishing around her flapping legs. Least they looked like they were flapping to her; she was extra concious about this. The cold froze her lungs, freezing her and her breath.

    by Mari Xavier on 09.27.2012
  11. She collapsed to the ground suddenly. The world faded out. Light was replaced by darkness. She had taken her final breath. Her eyes opened once more. Then they closed slowly. Closed forever.

    by Fred on 09.27.2012
  12. she turned the corner and saw him and took a sharp inhale, breath swept away. he wasn’t the most attractive. he wasn’t the most charismatic. but something about his character just spoke to her. she wanted to get to know him. so she did something she would never have done before. she straightened up and went up to him with the pride of a lion.

    by Cecile on 09.27.2012
  13. air freedom happiness necessary logical essential existing human being thinking acting live life

    by charla on 09.27.2012
  14. She takes a breath; one, two, three, soft as butterfly wings against your hand. She takes a step; one, two, three, and her movements don’t seem as gentle as her breath, as beautiful, as pure. She thinks she is causing a disturbance on the peace of the earth.

    by Noor on 09.27.2012
  15. I quite enjoy breathing. It is simple and refreshing. Calming and sometimes violent. It’s a bit of everything mashed into one. All in all, without breathing. What are we? Nothing. An empty person. Empty.

    by Amanda on 09.27.2012
  16. I exhaled. the glass fogged up and i scribbled a small bicycle into the rear car window. as the condensation cleared i saw the face of someone i used to know, i small little man, asain, 4 foot 3. he tipped his hat at me and my mother slammed on the breaks. she darted across the road and kicked his left shin until his blood ran through the streets. i saw his blood curdle with the rainwater as it flowed on downstream to haunt another boy. his shin was shattered in 2 and my mother spat on his cheek, rolled him over and spat on the other. she then continued to spit all over his face until he was one big ball of saliva. his hat fell off and the wind blew it over me, sat in the car. i saw it pass over the sunroof and get caught on a winter tree, leafless, emotionless. i clambered out the sunroof and jumped repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to grab the tweed flat cap. one. last. lunge. i took off, a gust of wind pushed me through the atmosphere and into a large puddle. i saw my reflection and what was behind me. my mother riding the bicycle which i had recently drawn on my window. i splashed the puddle for i couldn’t believe my eyes. she was gone. the adrenaline wore off and my elbows began to sting, they were grazed, badly. weeping with some sort of off-white puss. i ran into the boot of my car and attempted to dry them on the carpet. my labradors golden hairs, covering the floor, met with the puss and stuck…..permanently. i bottom lip trembled and i was terrified of what i had done. i had created a monster.

    by Fran Plummer on 09.27.2012
  17. The doctor called again last night. It was sometime early in the 3 am range of time, blearily I answered the phone remembering to breath before the doctor could tell me whats wrong, what my future will hold. He told me I was a carrier.

    by Ruth on 09.27.2012
  18. I took and you took my breath away. You are every thing I dreamed of and for. Who wouldn’t want you in their life? I know I want you in mine.

  19. Her last breath was the sweetest one she ever took. The sweet scents of the air and the warmth of her sheets encompassed her in complete peace before she fell into endless slumber.

    by Miranda Rose on 09.27.2012
  20. God breathed life into my body so now I breath life into my body every day. Enjoying what God has given me every day.

  21. sdlfjsldkjfweoifzlnnfz.

    by Tats on 09.27.2012
  22. I took a breath of fresh air, the air was so fresh. I hadn’t taken a breath so… delicious in weeks. This was something I needed, but didn’t get enough of. I wasn’t out for a long walk. Just another walk to the next death trap.

  23. Most of the toxins in our body are filtered out through our breath. Take deeps breaths often and enjoy the relaxing properties of something as simple as breathing.

    by Maddy on 09.27.2012
  24. it can easy and gasping, like braking the surface of the water.
    her legs were still trembling, and her mind numb with pleasure.
    when she caught her breath and could finally speak again, all she could say was: “thank you”

    by T.F. Krag on 09.27.2012
  25. My chest expands, as I slowly close my eyes.
    My chest collapses, as my mouth slowly pulls downwards.
    My eyelashes become cold, moist.
    Pursing my lips together, I swallow.
    I open my eyes, to see you standing there.
    A single, small, tear slides down the inner corner of my eye along the outline of my nose.
    I try to shake my head no, starting off slow, gradually shaking faster.
    My lips quiver.
    You look at me, reach out to my hands. Your face drops, and you look down, away from me.
    Grabbing my shoulders, you bring me into an embrace. Squeezing tightly, gently running your hands along my back and spine. My arms folded infront of me, between us, my head buried in your neck and shoulder.
    Facing toward my neck, you open your mouth to speak.
    I can feel the warmth of your breath, the moisture in your lips. Squeezing tighter, you slowly whisper “Shh, breathe. No need to cry, I’m here now. One deep breath, it will be okay if you breathe”

  26. breath. the warm vapor i blow on to henrys pips filthy clown like shoes, he sat there above me reading a book about baking tarts and how to become a professional swimmer. i was polishing his dirty hooves with an old handkerchief that i had just resonantly blew my nose in, so that cunt henry was in for a treat, he took a glance and saw a large globule of snot and spittle being smeared along the top left hand side of his right foot. and then he kicked me, right in the fucking jaw.

    by jake bisley on 09.27.2012
  27. take it in. love every moment you have on this earth. soon you will not be able to breath. breathe in every single detail of life. learn to love everyone. just breathe.

    by Victoria on 09.27.2012
  28. She took her first breath since he died.
    “You really didn’t breathe? But that’s impossible” someone asked her later on.
    “Nothing is impossible when you stumble into the depths of absolute grief” she said.

    by Ragnhildur on 09.27.2012
  29. Your breath.
    Inches away from mine
    at night.
    Blowing life and love
    all over my face.
    it matters not that
    it still smells of the
    fish and beer
    you had
    tonight.
    i love you.

  30. My brother told me to hold my breath once. I held it for so long determined to beat him, I wasn’t just doing it for me, I was doing it for all the younger siblings who had been treated wrongly, this lasted me about a minute. Still willing myself on, I thought of all the brave Para-Olympians in the recent games and I thought to myself if they can do what they do, then I can hold my breath for an extra minute. I was going blue in the face and no amount of motivation could spur me on, I exhaled heavily and as I did so my brother punched me in the diaphragm, the combination of the punch and the exhaling made me defecate in my new Bart Simpson pyjamas, he then proceed to push me off the top of the bunk bed and I was left a pooey unconsciousness mess on the floor, at the age of eight.

    by Ollie B on 09.27.2012
  31. no no no!! i couldn’t hear her breath. my fingers weren’t moving. am i dead too? i could feel the sweat from my balls run down the back of my knees and on to her tiny little forehead. i was nervous. i killed a girl. a bloody girl. now she’s a bloody, girl…

    by Fran Plummer on 09.27.2012
  32. i held my breath and clenched, the hairs on my neck stood up, a chill ran down my spine to the tip of my arse, my clammy gooch wept, my bum cheeks convulsed and shuddered, “ARRGGNNNNNRRRR!!!…i shit my self.

    by jake bisley on 09.27.2012
  33. take a minuet. be. breath. leave. let it all go.

    by Natalie on 09.27.2012
  34. I taste you on my lips and smell you in my nose. My breath is in your lungs. I tried. Rest in Peace.

  35. i held my breath. an egg was standing there in front of me, eyes gleaming. i screamed and wet myself. everyone laughed at me. they chanted “WEE BOY WEE BOY”.
    what a shit day that was.

    by Fran Plummer on 09.27.2012
  36. heavy
    boy
    treasure chest
    oh man
    friends
    heavy
    boy
    treasure chest
    oh man
    friends

    by makaila on 09.27.2012
  37. It hurt. It hurt bad. He couldn’t even lift his head, much less make his lungs work. His body protested, his eyes rolled wildly as he lay on the ground. his muscles spasmed as the lack of oxygen began to take effect. He tried to fight. It was a fight in vain. The darkness crept into his vision and he knew it was over.

  38. take a deep breath and let go, exhale all the pain, the anger, the frustration. let every particle take with it a little piece of hate, and let every fresh breath ignite your desire for happiness.

    by Beth Sandland on 09.27.2012
  39. Wenn du atmest, kannst du kein Brot essen. Wenn du atmest, kannst du aber sehr wohl singen. Du kannst pfeifen, aber es ist schwierig, gleichzeitig zu atmen und zu reden. Wenn dein Mund voll ist, kannst du durch die Nase atmen. Brot ist eine Nasenatmernahrung. Wer atmet, kann das schnarchend tun. Das ist nicht besonders angenehm für die Nebenschläfer.

    by EliEli on 09.27.2012
  40. i breathe because i am. the breathing i feel leaves and enters the body like a balloon respiring and inhaling, a wet lizard stomach covered with veins and slime, ready to pop at any instant. breathing is what i do to survive, and i breathe because it is enjoyable as well, like a sweet drug i need to exist. each breath brings me closer to death.

    by Josh on 09.27.2012