Crocodile, crocodile.
How fairs the little crocodile?
I watch you
sinking deep into the marsh,
swimming invisibly away
and resurfacing — not so far away —
as you expose your keen eyes and nose.
Your surprise is always silent.
Now, my darling, what is your intention?
down. down. forever gone. sinking. into the ocean. water surrounding. bubbles of air arise. time stops. people don’t judge anymore. sinking farther into my thoughts. dreams even.sinking. down. down. down. teal coral, rainbow fish. forever stay here. my heaven. sinking. down.
down into the deep well of my soul – the voice says ‘go deeper’ – deeper still, sinking into the river until the sky is barely there. The fish looks at me as if I’m crazed, which I am – the turtle bites out my eyes. The sky is no more. The light disappears.
The sinking feeling in my stomach just kept getting deeper and deeper. I’m sure it would reach my intestines soon. The closer his steps got to me, the stronger the feeling felt. I hadn’t meant to blurt out my feelings for him at the meeting with the advertising firm that would make or break the company. It had just happened.
I fall down through the water. It swallows me, comes in all around me. The light shines bright above as I tumble through the vast, cold water. It feels beautiful and perfect as the water surrounds everything I am.
a sinking ship water bubbles around as bits of wood and plank disappear beneath a gurgling mass of blackness further down into the abyss and then the surface is still. not a ripple crosses as the water is still once more.
Emotions, coarsing through my veins like a dark, raging sea, tossing a helpless vessel as if it had done some great evil. I can feel myself drowning in my own words, hoping that hers will be there to save me, to keep me from my self asphyxiation, but there’s nothing, only sinking.
I look around and try to grasp whatever is around me. The tip of my finger grazes a pole. I try to grab it, but my fingers miss. I see life slowly slipping away from me. I’m sinking. Sinking down deep into the dark abis. My eyes close and I know it’s all over. Sinking. Far away from everything I’ve ever known. I cringe as the realization that life is over hits me in the head. Hard.
There was no stopping it. Nothing. Not me, not gravity, no hopeful upward push. Down, down, into the depths of the forbidden. Large, foreboding towers of white glimmer around, staring down as it’s tip slips just under the slowly splashing waves. Tears splash down onto the water from the sky that now seems so far away as its orange, smiling beak disappears under the crashing mountains of bubbles.
drowning
water
love
hate
passion
spongebob
pinapple
squierral
nuts
boys
micah
hate
love
both
logan
confusion
unknown
music
pain
hurt
numb
us
we
together
he
is
we
hate
time
curious
Don’t you love when you are dog tired and you finally lie down in your bed and it feels like you are sinking into your mattress? It’s one of the best feelings.
And I was sinking through the depths of an ocean. My mind was a whole different thing from my body, I was flying: I was dead. No longer alive, sinking through the layers of existance into a different dimention -state of mind- in which I was finally, and happily, going to sleep.
somewhere along the life time i’ve had i’ve felt my heart drop. not for any reason at all some times. maybe it’s my selfsconscious trying to tell me something. but i wont allow myself to listen
Sinking. I can feel the pressure. I see the world drifting above me as I fall, suffocate, succumb to what’s been yanking at my ankles for what seems like years. It’s strangely okay. Things are finally as they should be. It’s as if I knew this would always be the result, always be the ending, always be how I left. Everything looks beautiful as I drift away.
“Quickly, quickly!” she said, frantically tossing the rope into the swirling waters that caught Amy in the middle. Amy, the tallest person in the class was not dwarfed by these raging waters.
sinking feeling. i get it when i know something is wrong, when i’m worried, when i’m anxious. i guess it’s called this bc it can be compared to sinking in water. of going under, losing control. it is scary, it’s terrifying actually, but everyone has felt it in one way or another at some point in their life…
And I was sinking through the depths of an ocean. My mind was a whole different thing from my body, I was flying: I was dead. No longer alive, sinking through the layers of existance into a different dimention in which I was finally, and happily, going to sleep.
falling deep, deep down. sinking below the surface into the ocean and being restrained, never coming up for air. the pit in your stomach when you know something’s not right. when you can’t look back because you’re gone, already sinking below the surface of life, reality. never coming back.
Sinking. Kind of like the Titanic. Which reminds me there’s this picture where it shows Leonardo DeCaprio in Titanic in the water while he’s clinging for his life to the boat that his lover is in (I forget her name), and then him when he is washed up on the beach in limbo in Inception, and there’s a caption that reads “That’s what happened”. Very funny,
Another loss. I sink deeper and deeper into the recesses of my mind where I can try to work out the depressing thoughts… Maybe then I will feel whole again.
the sinking feeling in the diaphram upon realizing that some low-probability occurrance has come up. the sensation of water at the throat, privately, an apology not well-timed.
i’m sinking in a ship it’s cold outside i just sunk a huge shit in the toilet the screen is coming from all around the titanic is sinking this column sinks hahaha when does this end? i like the color purple not the movie…the color wait i haven’t seen the movie but i’d probably like it
It’s much worse than drowning, because there is nothing you feel you can do about it and often, worse, nothing you want to do about it. I often feel like I’m sinking when I am not near water at all.
Sinking, sinking, all the world is sinking into its own mass of.. Mass of what? It’s not as though one large blanket statement can cover the immensity and complexity of the worlds sins and wonders. What a silly idea, to say that we are sinking; the world is being held up by the ones who know they are special.
He felt like he was sinking, only it didn’t feel entirely bad. He could still breathe, as though he had grown gills. He sank lower and lower, but it didn’t feel involuntary. He knew that if he tried he probably wouldn’t be able to move upward, but he welcomed the sinking feeling. He wasn’t panicked, he wasn’t scared; there was a hidden mystery in the darkness of the ocean and he was determined to figure it out.
I had a sinking feeling the minute I saw the number on the caller id. Well, I couldn’t avoid it any longer. It had finally caught up with me. Time to take the call and face the music.
Today was one of those days where you feel like you are sinking into the doldrums. I can barely reach the top for air, just drowning in contemplation. Holding my breath doesn’t work as one cannot survive an inactive mind.
The sinking feeling in her stomach matched the sinking of the ship on the television. She knew it was a bad idea to watch the Titanic after some idiot she didn’t know brought an Ouija board to the party. She told her friend it was a stupid idea to have an open party. Now there were freaky ghosts all over the place and nothing to serve them!
the water was really shallow but i couldnt seem to stay up long enough to reach the other side. my feet were up, but i wanted to test my doggy paddle skills. it was intense. i didnt really know why or what made me want to try this, but i kept going with it. anywho, i got about three feet and began so fall to the bottom.
It’s much worse than drowning, because there is nothing you feel you can do about it and often, worse, nothing you want to do about it. I often feel like I’m sinking when I am not near water at all.
the world is falling into an abyss
and there’s no edge in sight to grab hold of
without first grabbing another life and pulling them down too
Crocodile, crocodile.
How fairs the little crocodile?
I watch you
sinking deep into the marsh,
swimming invisibly away
and resurfacing — not so far away —
as you expose your keen eyes and nose.
Your surprise is always silent.
Now, my darling, what is your intention?
down. down. forever gone. sinking. into the ocean. water surrounding. bubbles of air arise. time stops. people don’t judge anymore. sinking farther into my thoughts. dreams even.sinking. down. down. down. teal coral, rainbow fish. forever stay here. my heaven. sinking. down.
down into the deep well of my soul – the voice says ‘go deeper’ – deeper still, sinking into the river until the sky is barely there. The fish looks at me as if I’m crazed, which I am – the turtle bites out my eyes. The sky is no more. The light disappears.
The sinking feeling in my stomach just kept getting deeper and deeper. I’m sure it would reach my intestines soon. The closer his steps got to me, the stronger the feeling felt. I hadn’t meant to blurt out my feelings for him at the meeting with the advertising firm that would make or break the company. It had just happened.
I fall down through the water. It swallows me, comes in all around me. The light shines bright above as I tumble through the vast, cold water. It feels beautiful and perfect as the water surrounds everything I am.
a sinking ship water bubbles around as bits of wood and plank disappear beneath a gurgling mass of blackness further down into the abyss and then the surface is still. not a ripple crosses as the water is still once more.
Emotions, coarsing through my veins like a dark, raging sea, tossing a helpless vessel as if it had done some great evil. I can feel myself drowning in my own words, hoping that hers will be there to save me, to keep me from my self asphyxiation, but there’s nothing, only sinking.
I look around and try to grasp whatever is around me. The tip of my finger grazes a pole. I try to grab it, but my fingers miss. I see life slowly slipping away from me. I’m sinking. Sinking down deep into the dark abis. My eyes close and I know it’s all over. Sinking. Far away from everything I’ve ever known. I cringe as the realization that life is over hits me in the head. Hard.
There was no stopping it. Nothing. Not me, not gravity, no hopeful upward push. Down, down, into the depths of the forbidden. Large, foreboding towers of white glimmer around, staring down as it’s tip slips just under the slowly splashing waves. Tears splash down onto the water from the sky that now seems so far away as its orange, smiling beak disappears under the crashing mountains of bubbles.
drowning
water
love
hate
passion
spongebob
pinapple
squierral
nuts
boys
micah
hate
love
both
logan
confusion
unknown
music
pain
hurt
numb
us
we
together
he
is
we
hate
time
curious
boat
water
blue
ocean
fish
nemo
ash
verb
present
death
titanic
liquid
lower
blue
Don’t you love when you are dog tired and you finally lie down in your bed and it feels like you are sinking into your mattress? It’s one of the best feelings.
And I was sinking through the depths of an ocean. My mind was a whole different thing from my body, I was flying: I was dead. No longer alive, sinking through the layers of existance into a different dimention -state of mind- in which I was finally, and happily, going to sleep.
somewhere along the life time i’ve had i’ve felt my heart drop. not for any reason at all some times. maybe it’s my selfsconscious trying to tell me something. but i wont allow myself to listen
Sinking. I can feel the pressure. I see the world drifting above me as I fall, suffocate, succumb to what’s been yanking at my ankles for what seems like years. It’s strangely okay. Things are finally as they should be. It’s as if I knew this would always be the result, always be the ending, always be how I left. Everything looks beautiful as I drift away.
I am sinking
lower and lower
and lower.
You are not here.
And neither am I.
For I am sinking.
Lower and lower
and lower.
“Quickly, quickly!” she said, frantically tossing the rope into the swirling waters that caught Amy in the middle. Amy, the tallest person in the class was not dwarfed by these raging waters.
We r sinking in the river.can some one jelp us
drowning. needing help. screaming and no one hearing you to help you out. suicide. loneliness. heart break. disappointment. loss of hope.
Sinking is such a depressing word. Boats sink. Self esteem, that sinks. People sink into drugs and depravity and general not-so-goodness.
You know what’s great about sinking though? The bouyancy at the bottom. You can bounce back. Just dont let the pressure of it crush you before you do.
You can really push a metaphor.
sinking feeling. i get it when i know something is wrong, when i’m worried, when i’m anxious. i guess it’s called this bc it can be compared to sinking in water. of going under, losing control. it is scary, it’s terrifying actually, but everyone has felt it in one way or another at some point in their life…
And I was sinking through the depths of an ocean. My mind was a whole different thing from my body, I was flying: I was dead. No longer alive, sinking through the layers of existance into a different dimention in which I was finally, and happily, going to sleep.
falling deep, deep down. sinking below the surface into the ocean and being restrained, never coming up for air. the pit in your stomach when you know something’s not right. when you can’t look back because you’re gone, already sinking below the surface of life, reality. never coming back.
Sinking. Kind of like the Titanic. Which reminds me there’s this picture where it shows Leonardo DeCaprio in Titanic in the water while he’s clinging for his life to the boat that his lover is in (I forget her name), and then him when he is washed up on the beach in limbo in Inception, and there’s a caption that reads “That’s what happened”. Very funny,
Another loss. I sink deeper and deeper into the recesses of my mind where I can try to work out the depressing thoughts… Maybe then I will feel whole again.
And there it was, sinking– sinking slowly to the bottom, out of reach, out of sight. (use of a resumptive modifier, practice for ap lit)
Life. Lost. Hopeless. Empty. Consuming. Death.
the sinking feeling in the diaphram upon realizing that some low-probability occurrance has come up. the sensation of water at the throat, privately, an apology not well-timed.
i’m sinking in a ship it’s cold outside i just sunk a huge shit in the toilet the screen is coming from all around the titanic is sinking this column sinks hahaha when does this end? i like the color purple not the movie…the color wait i haven’t seen the movie but i’d probably like it
It’s much worse than drowning, because there is nothing you feel you can do about it and often, worse, nothing you want to do about it. I often feel like I’m sinking when I am not near water at all.
Sinking, sinking, all the world is sinking into its own mass of.. Mass of what? It’s not as though one large blanket statement can cover the immensity and complexity of the worlds sins and wonders. What a silly idea, to say that we are sinking; the world is being held up by the ones who know they are special.
dont think… sink. sink into the moment and dont drown in the past. look around a feel how the waves caress you skin… sink. sink in something you love…
He felt like he was sinking, only it didn’t feel entirely bad. He could still breathe, as though he had grown gills. He sank lower and lower, but it didn’t feel involuntary. He knew that if he tried he probably wouldn’t be able to move upward, but he welcomed the sinking feeling. He wasn’t panicked, he wasn’t scared; there was a hidden mystery in the darkness of the ocean and he was determined to figure it out.
I had a sinking feeling the minute I saw the number on the caller id. Well, I couldn’t avoid it any longer. It had finally caught up with me. Time to take the call and face the music.
Today was one of those days where you feel like you are sinking into the doldrums. I can barely reach the top for air, just drowning in contemplation. Holding my breath doesn’t work as one cannot survive an inactive mind.
The sinking feeling in her stomach matched the sinking of the ship on the television. She knew it was a bad idea to watch the Titanic after some idiot she didn’t know brought an Ouija board to the party. She told her friend it was a stupid idea to have an open party. Now there were freaky ghosts all over the place and nothing to serve them!
the water was really shallow but i couldnt seem to stay up long enough to reach the other side. my feet were up, but i wanted to test my doggy paddle skills. it was intense. i didnt really know why or what made me want to try this, but i kept going with it. anywho, i got about three feet and began so fall to the bottom.
It’s much worse than drowning, because there is nothing you feel you can do about it and often, worse, nothing you want to do about it. I often feel like I’m sinking when I am not near water at all.
Falling to the bottom, Ships destroyed, sharks attacking, people dying.