a breath of fresh air. awesome. you need to breathe to stay alive. I’m breathing right now. so is my roommate. we’re watching Glee. on Fox. He (Finn) forgot his keys. He’s breathing too, at least I hope so.
I choked. I squinted and groped for the wall, feeling the slick kitchen table, the fallen wine glasses in the dark kitchen. My chest heaved and burned like a raging fire.
WHen I breath I think love. I think sounds I think wind. the breath of the cool night air. I cant imagine living without it. The sound of the wind brushing the leaves in the cool air. in the summer I breathed so lightly at night, the breath I feel now is short.
Something not taken for granted. It is simple, clean, difficult, easy, clear, a pause to life. There isn’t anything about it that seems negative yet when I hear baby’s breath I think of the flower and realize baby’s breath doesn’t seem that great.
She took a breath of fresh air and declared what a beautiful clear day it was. She could see the breathtaking mountain view through the passage way that led through her garden.
My breath is coming in short bursts. I try to slow it down, but it will take awhile. I always get this way after having to confront something that would be easier to avoid.
breath is where the end of your lungs reaches up and exhales what you thought you could hold onto but realized suddenly you have no real control over. It is a borrowing and giving simultaneously and in this instant gratification and reduction of your grasp of things that may be yours, but never will be, you are made humble.
We breathe. You breathe. I breathe. We can always have air in our lungs. Be thankful for the life we are given and the fresh air we breathe. At anytime it can be taken from us. Don’t take this for granted. Just simply breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Feel calm yet? Good. It is because you simply breathed. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
In out, Left right, Up down.
Run away before they catch you, or else.
Your breath is thin, your mind is blank, you run and run as your lose yourself.
The sirens go off, the the gun shots are fired
And you fall, just as you last breath ends.
She lost all the air. She couldn’t breath, instead she inhaled water. Her lungs felt as if they were about to collapse. All she wanted, all she needed was to reach the surface. Her arms wrestled themselves, trying to escape.
the air i breath, hot , sticky, caught in the throat, barely there, sometimes silent, but sometimes so loud, panting, refreshing, connected to mind???, beautiful, lifesource, control, sing, breath, amazing, incredible, hot, cold, able to manipulate it
My breath escaped from my body like a torrent of water down a mountain, kissing my lips as it rushed past them from my nose. I could almost see it eddying and bending the air around it into a complex pattern of rings and tails.
Breath has soo much to say if i sit to talk about it….breath is a necessity ,breath is vitality,breath is like an engine to us to the soul filled body,breath is the passion,breath is the thirst and breath is our life.it keeps us moving,it helps us doing,it adds meaning to the beginning and the ending.It is what it is it can’t be just too less to think. I mean the best of us succeed because of it,loose because of it.It screams silently.this is what god has gifted us with till we breath we are in a whole new beautiful world but the moment we forget the worth breath and start to destroy the beauty around us and taking it for granted,we mistake.because we should learn to enjoy small privileges,cause what if we didn’t have this.???I am no one to answer and yet no one to question.but because i am in it I want to make sure that i go through is good,neat and worth walking onn.I feel the pumps and i feel the oxidization of it.,similarly we should oxidize everything in our life.and let go of the waste.live happy.
A breath can be a dirty thing. Breath can be life giving. How it is used, and how it is viewed can differ greatly. Either you appreciate or resent it depending on who produces the breath in question, yourself included.
Today is the perfect day to just write and not think. A cold, the breath of winter having passed, I am drowing in the latest cold that has dropped down. I shiver and sweat, resist as a headache rages, and feel the snot collecting and stuffing up my breathing. I want to sleep adn wake up when this is over.
I can’t wait to feel her breath on my face, holding hands under those covers as the television blares the sound of cartoons that we’re not paying attention to. The warm embrace of my darling love as our skin touches and we both smile, kiss, and fall into our own dream lands right next to each other.
This reminds me of the different types of scenarios: a baby girl wrapped in a downy pink blanket taking her first breath, a bruised and battered elderly man breathing for the last time, a playful toddler breathing heavily after chasing other children around the playground, and the valedictorian of his high school class taking a deep breath moments before his big speech.
is good to do when you are working out! I tend to forget or hold my breath when im working out or mainly doing crunches. Very strange that you would do that but we do it! I love to breath.
L… is for the way you look at me… O… is for the only one I see… V… is very very extraordinary… E is even more than anyone that you adore can love… is all that i can give… to you… love… is more than just a game… for two… two… in love can make it… take my heart and please don’t break it… love was made for me and you…
And I took another breath, and the song ended, and I never saw him again.
The window was fogged up so much it was practically stark white. I traced my finger down slowly, staring in silence out on the street. A sigh escaped me, filling in the hole i had just created.
He couldn’t breath as the tube was yanked from his nostrils, violently. It was like yanking out the tooth which was dangling from a thread of muscle; it simply had to go. He gasped for breath–and his medication, mostly calming drugs- and began to howl like the madman he was.
life, essence of life, but interestingly, something we take for granted. If we could bring awareness to our breath, with every inhale and exhale, we could decide to nourish our mind and soul with positivity on a daily basis. By living in the moment.
I took a deep breath. All I had to do was jump. Break the surface of the water and swim away. That’s it just a jump. I exhaled my breath and took another fearing what would come at the bottom of the cliff, then I jumped
I breath, each moment, in order to keep going and to stay alive. Breathing helps me to calm myself when I am stressed, deep breaths. Love breathing lawl
I breathe easily as the needle punctures my arm. He said it wouldn’t take long to kill me, so I told him to push quickly. I stare up at his face as it begins to blur. I will finally be out of the wasteland prison. I whisper, “I love you.” As everything…
Breath, every living creature on this planet does it. It’s how we supply our bodies with the oxygen that is required to live. They said just to write and not think, to write based off this one word…. I can’t seem to just stay on this one topic it’s to confining of a writing process.
I breathe in the morning air. How beautiful is life in the early hours. Everything is so new and fresh. God is moving this morning. He is erasing all the mistakes of yesterday and laying out a new, clean, perfectly perfect sheet of paper for me to begin again on.
Breath…sometimes it’s all I can do to get from one moment to the next. It’s what sustains me. It’s what I must do when I don’t know what to do when the end is not near, but I must go on living.
breath. the air in my lungs. how can i even breathe when i think about you? in? out? all around? no. because you have stolen my breath. the quiet wind that used to slide down my throat. now it is dry. and it hurts when i think about you. literally. it bubbles in my stomach and the fire comes up and it kills the air. nothing left, just hot fire.
i like to breathe. it keeps me alive. breathing keeps me calm. it changes with my moods. i like to be conscious of it. yoga is awesome. breathing makes me happy. keeps me happy. and healthy. and living. breath is a miracle. i love because i breathe.
a breath of fresh air. awesome. you need to breathe to stay alive. I’m breathing right now. so is my roommate. we’re watching Glee. on Fox. He (Finn) forgot his keys. He’s breathing too, at least I hope so.
I choked. I squinted and groped for the wall, feeling the slick kitchen table, the fallen wine glasses in the dark kitchen. My chest heaved and burned like a raging fire.
WHen I breath I think love. I think sounds I think wind. the breath of the cool night air. I cant imagine living without it. The sound of the wind brushing the leaves in the cool air. in the summer I breathed so lightly at night, the breath I feel now is short.
Something not taken for granted. It is simple, clean, difficult, easy, clear, a pause to life. There isn’t anything about it that seems negative yet when I hear baby’s breath I think of the flower and realize baby’s breath doesn’t seem that great.
Falling.
Gasping.
Stuttering.
Failing.
Losing.
Fighting a breathing battle.
She took a breath of fresh air and declared what a beautiful clear day it was. She could see the breathtaking mountain view through the passage way that led through her garden.
Life, impossible with out taking a breath, yet each day we take it foregranted and put so many more things ahead of it.
Just breath everything will be okay in the end.
My breath is coming in short bursts. I try to slow it down, but it will take awhile. I always get this way after having to confront something that would be easier to avoid.
breath is where the end of your lungs reaches up and exhales what you thought you could hold onto but realized suddenly you have no real control over. It is a borrowing and giving simultaneously and in this instant gratification and reduction of your grasp of things that may be yours, but never will be, you are made humble.
His breath warms my ear. I hear no words.
We breathe. You breathe. I breathe. We can always have air in our lungs. Be thankful for the life we are given and the fresh air we breathe. At anytime it can be taken from us. Don’t take this for granted. Just simply breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Feel calm yet? Good. It is because you simply breathed. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
In out, Left right, Up down.
Run away before they catch you, or else.
Your breath is thin, your mind is blank, you run and run as your lose yourself.
The sirens go off, the the gun shots are fired
And you fall, just as you last breath ends.
She lost all the air. She couldn’t breath, instead she inhaled water. Her lungs felt as if they were about to collapse. All she wanted, all she needed was to reach the surface. Her arms wrestled themselves, trying to escape.
the air i breath, hot , sticky, caught in the throat, barely there, sometimes silent, but sometimes so loud, panting, refreshing, connected to mind???, beautiful, lifesource, control, sing, breath, amazing, incredible, hot, cold, able to manipulate it
My breath escaped from my body like a torrent of water down a mountain, kissing my lips as it rushed past them from my nose. I could almost see it eddying and bending the air around it into a complex pattern of rings and tails.
Breath has soo much to say if i sit to talk about it….breath is a necessity ,breath is vitality,breath is like an engine to us to the soul filled body,breath is the passion,breath is the thirst and breath is our life.it keeps us moving,it helps us doing,it adds meaning to the beginning and the ending.It is what it is it can’t be just too less to think. I mean the best of us succeed because of it,loose because of it.It screams silently.this is what god has gifted us with till we breath we are in a whole new beautiful world but the moment we forget the worth breath and start to destroy the beauty around us and taking it for granted,we mistake.because we should learn to enjoy small privileges,cause what if we didn’t have this.???I am no one to answer and yet no one to question.but because i am in it I want to make sure that i go through is good,neat and worth walking onn.I feel the pumps and i feel the oxidization of it.,similarly we should oxidize everything in our life.and let go of the waste.live happy.
A breath can be a dirty thing. Breath can be life giving. How it is used, and how it is viewed can differ greatly. Either you appreciate or resent it depending on who produces the breath in question, yourself included.
Breath, breathe. They are both such different words yet like the same thing. I love the song Breathe by karen Drucker. In fact, I love Karen Drucker.
Today is the perfect day to just write and not think. A cold, the breath of winter having passed, I am drowing in the latest cold that has dropped down. I shiver and sweat, resist as a headache rages, and feel the snot collecting and stuffing up my breathing. I want to sleep adn wake up when this is over.
I can’t wait to feel her breath on my face, holding hands under those covers as the television blares the sound of cartoons that we’re not paying attention to. The warm embrace of my darling love as our skin touches and we both smile, kiss, and fall into our own dream lands right next to each other.
This reminds me of the different types of scenarios: a baby girl wrapped in a downy pink blanket taking her first breath, a bruised and battered elderly man breathing for the last time, a playful toddler breathing heavily after chasing other children around the playground, and the valedictorian of his high school class taking a deep breath moments before his big speech.
When your breath looks like smoke in the winter
Life
Death
Loneliness
Water
When bubbles come out of your mouth instead of air when you’re drowning
And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me…
is good to do when you are working out! I tend to forget or hold my breath when im working out or mainly doing crunches. Very strange that you would do that but we do it! I love to breath.
L… is for the way you look at me… O… is for the only one I see… V… is very very extraordinary… E is even more than anyone that you adore can love… is all that i can give… to you… love… is more than just a game… for two… two… in love can make it… take my heart and please don’t break it… love was made for me and you…
And I took another breath, and the song ended, and I never saw him again.
That dance…
The window was fogged up so much it was practically stark white. I traced my finger down slowly, staring in silence out on the street. A sigh escaped me, filling in the hole i had just created.
He couldn’t breath as the tube was yanked from his nostrils, violently. It was like yanking out the tooth which was dangling from a thread of muscle; it simply had to go. He gasped for breath–and his medication, mostly calming drugs- and began to howl like the madman he was.
life, essence of life, but interestingly, something we take for granted. If we could bring awareness to our breath, with every inhale and exhale, we could decide to nourish our mind and soul with positivity on a daily basis. By living in the moment.
I took a deep breath. All I had to do was jump. Break the surface of the water and swim away. That’s it just a jump. I exhaled my breath and took another fearing what would come at the bottom of the cliff, then I jumped
The shortness of her breath, the staggering approach, the lingering tears that will never quite fall–he wanted all of it when she came to his funeral.
I can’t breath under the water.
Take a deep breath when you feel nervous.
The slope steepened. The walls were closing in.
I breath, each moment, in order to keep going and to stay alive. Breathing helps me to calm myself when I am stressed, deep breaths. Love breathing lawl
I breathe easily as the needle punctures my arm. He said it wouldn’t take long to kill me, so I told him to push quickly. I stare up at his face as it begins to blur. I will finally be out of the wasteland prison. I whisper, “I love you.” As everything…
Breath, every living creature on this planet does it. It’s how we supply our bodies with the oxygen that is required to live. They said just to write and not think, to write based off this one word…. I can’t seem to just stay on this one topic it’s to confining of a writing process.
I breathe in the morning air. How beautiful is life in the early hours. Everything is so new and fresh. God is moving this morning. He is erasing all the mistakes of yesterday and laying out a new, clean, perfectly perfect sheet of paper for me to begin again on.
Breath…sometimes it’s all I can do to get from one moment to the next. It’s what sustains me. It’s what I must do when I don’t know what to do when the end is not near, but I must go on living.
breath. the air in my lungs. how can i even breathe when i think about you? in? out? all around? no. because you have stolen my breath. the quiet wind that used to slide down my throat. now it is dry. and it hurts when i think about you. literally. it bubbles in my stomach and the fire comes up and it kills the air. nothing left, just hot fire.
i like to breathe. it keeps me alive. breathing keeps me calm. it changes with my moods. i like to be conscious of it. yoga is awesome. breathing makes me happy. keeps me happy. and healthy. and living. breath is a miracle. i love because i breathe.