A sweet thing, breathing, that is. The scent of it, the feel of wind rushing down your throat, filling your lungs with life and purpose. A way of saying: “Ah, you belong here, you belong to live, to thrive and all.”
sometimes is stinky and i don’t like waking up next to someone who has stinky breath, you have to keep it clean with toothpaste i don’t know what to say about breath anymore.
I took a breath of the fresh, sunny summer day air around me. I could smell the green of the grass and the musky scent of the earth underneath my feet. I could also smell the tar of the street, but that was only a sour tinge, so I was able to ignore it and take in the other scents around me. I was going to take advantage of this beautiful day by walking to work instead of taking the car, which would dominate the oxygen with it’s smog.
Alexandra
I took one final breath, pushing myself up against the waves, and then, finally, made the dive into the water, leaving the image of a beautiful, flawless sky behind me. The ocean was filled with imperfections, dark, and twisted. Odd creature floated around me. The coral sung briefly, bright patches. There was no consistency here. It was beautiful.
Joy
Breathing underwater, like breath in winter air. Breathing is hard; Gasping for breath in the darkness, last breath is the best though. About to take a jump off a cliff and I take a breath and then it is amazing. About to start playing music and I take a breath and then music fills the room. Life!
Seth
Sign of life
Cool
Good
Liberating
Take a break
Relief
Hale
I Can’t Be Inspired Anymore.
Thinking Is All I Do, But I Can’t Live To Take A Simple Breath And Do It.
I Gave In And Now I Give Up.
I Inspire Others,
But What I Really Need ….
Clean Air.
To Freshen My Uninspired, Dusty Skull.
Nothing Lives There, Only My Problems And Fears.
Give Me Inspiration
And Maybe, Just For A Second….I’ll Live Freely And Carelessly.
Remember, Just Breathe.
NeverKnow
Something was on her heels. She ran hard and fast, harder and faster than she’d ever in her life. If only her fitness instructor could see her now. “Remember to breath”, he always yelled at her when she was about to collapse. Breathing was the last thing on her mind right now though. Staying alive was priority. She would breath later. If she made it.
I breathe. Sometimes you make it difficult. It’s like you’re just there for only the purpose of taking my breath. You suck it out of me. Sometimes you help me breathe. Sometimes you calm me. But most of the time, you take my breath away. Not in the good way though, in the terrible terrible way.
Alex
He is talking….”just say sorry, even if you know they are wrong, it’s what everyone does. If you stand your ground they will get you, they don’t like being wrong” I realise I am holding my breath, “breath” I tell myself…and everything will be OK, but it isn’t .
I want to take a breath but all I feel is the heaviness on my chest wanting to scream out and cry but not be able to do anything. Paralyzed i look for an inhale somewhere in my chest and pray it will escape from my parted lips .
Jessica
You breath on my skin was magical. I felt illuminated in a way I had never been. I felt special when your lips grazed mine and was heartbroken to see you go. I was sure I would never love again, never feel again. Yet, here I am, feeling, living, loving.
Just when I think I found it I lost it again. It’s not anything in particular that takes it as much as it is a variation of constant thoughts. Sometimes I feel like I can’t catch it and I’ll forever be chasing it. I can’t wait to catch it.
breath
apples
foodddd
heelllooo
lili
foooddd
whtys
whaattt
apples
breath
apples
breath
foorrr
apples
food
cake
death
homo
apple
hobo
apple
food
good
popeyes
apple
food
apple
good
food
apples
food
good
food
apples
sick
cough
apples
bored
wtf
is
this
Hillary Li
She was sure it would be the last breath she’d take, so she savored it. It was cool, and she breated deeply. How thoughtlless she had been, she though, breathing all that time without ever noticing the wonderful taste of the air.
ariel4thou
its the air i breathe every day that make me who i am. so just keep breathing and keep on going untill you find the end. Just breathe
breathe
Once. Twice. Maybe a third time. That was all.
Providing life. The air was sucked in to her lungs. Minimal life. But life all the same.
I knew that i had to do something about my life to make it more fun but i couldn’t find anything to do. so i moved to mexico. to learn spanish, to laugh every second that i had, to make new friends, , to have the time of my life, to improve my reading and my english, and for the experiece of having a winter without snow!
No leaf clover, it is a song from the biggest wolrd thrash metal band, created and played for 1st time with the symphony from San Fransisco in 1999
Hugo
breath makes me thinks of waterfalls and birds and trees and nature. its freedom. its something everyone can do. and relaxation and excitement and can mean so many things. breath is life. its good
abigail snoznik
I am so grateful for the breath of God flowing through my life. I take every breath without even considering its miracle…but when I do think of it, yes, indeed, I am grateful.
Sheila
You told me to take a deep breath
I told you it wouldn’t help
I never use my brain
Things get tough and I have no solutions
Only ways to let the sadness swallow me whole
But you have cracked open my skull
And peeked into its darkest recesses
Blown out the dust
And urged it into working order
Because for the first time I admitted to myself
That it would help if I took a deep breath
Because not everything is ending
And I am not dying
And as long as I’m breathing
As long as I’m trying
I am alright
And things will be okay
I will be okay
I let out a huge breath as I exit the math room. The first one done? It can’t be possible, but it is. I scooted out my chair in a room of silence and slipped my quiz into the class folder. The teacher asked if I double checked my work; I did. And now I’m here, trying to remember how to walk and praying to God that I didn’t fuck up. It’s tough being an English nerd in a math class, especially when you’re the smartest one in there.
I’m afraid. That last breath, how it will feel when the sheer panic of death goes away and we embrace the aspect of mortality. I’ve never felt comfortable thinking of death or the future.
Take a deep breath, the man told himself. Not so easy as that. His lungs were crushed. They weren’t really, but it felt like they were. His ribs creeked as his chest expanded, and then again as the air was released form its captivity. It hurt like hell. Once again, he reminisced on how he had allowed himself to come into contact with that other car.
This morning it was chilly in the room. But as I took my first breath go the day of my 18th birthday everything felt warm and welcoming, I looked down to find a trail of sticky notes leading to a happy birthday sign in the suite’s living room and i knew I’d found a niche.
Jessica G
when i saw him for the first time. he was so good looking. he took my breath away! whenever he’s near me i just go meek, nervous with shallow breathing.what has he done to me?
kiren
My breath fogs up glass, and most surfaces. My breath looks like smoke in cold weather. When I was younger I used to pretend I was a dragon. I`m obsessed with my breath smelling minty. I`m not sure why exactly.
breath to live, breath to kill, breath to believe, love, and enjoy
brooke
we all breathe the same air as everyone else, in out. in out but why do we think we are superior to one another? we live in the same spaces, the same earth but yet we continue to write people off.
When December comes,
Heralding the Winter spirits in,
I will pour my breath over
The eastern windowpane of my second-
Story apartment,
Scribble your name
With my index finger
In the thin mist Jack Frost
Settles – exhalation
Inspiration – and,
Just before the warmth
Of the Californian sun
Melts away my carefully
Scripted story,
Wipe it from existence
With a stroke of my hand.
A sweet thing, breathing, that is. The scent of it, the feel of wind rushing down your throat, filling your lungs with life and purpose. A way of saying: “Ah, you belong here, you belong to live, to thrive and all.”
sometimes is stinky and i don’t like waking up next to someone who has stinky breath, you have to keep it clean with toothpaste i don’t know what to say about breath anymore.
I told her:
Look at you! Take a close look and then tell me how I should not love you. You take my breath away.
She said:
It’s simple. In and out. Just keep doing it. Keep breathing.
I took a breath of the fresh, sunny summer day air around me. I could smell the green of the grass and the musky scent of the earth underneath my feet. I could also smell the tar of the street, but that was only a sour tinge, so I was able to ignore it and take in the other scents around me. I was going to take advantage of this beautiful day by walking to work instead of taking the car, which would dominate the oxygen with it’s smog.
I took one final breath, pushing myself up against the waves, and then, finally, made the dive into the water, leaving the image of a beautiful, flawless sky behind me. The ocean was filled with imperfections, dark, and twisted. Odd creature floated around me. The coral sung briefly, bright patches. There was no consistency here. It was beautiful.
Breathing underwater, like breath in winter air. Breathing is hard; Gasping for breath in the darkness, last breath is the best though. About to take a jump off a cliff and I take a breath and then it is amazing. About to start playing music and I take a breath and then music fills the room. Life!
Sign of life
Cool
Good
Liberating
Take a break
Relief
I Can’t Be Inspired Anymore.
Thinking Is All I Do, But I Can’t Live To Take A Simple Breath And Do It.
I Gave In And Now I Give Up.
I Inspire Others,
But What I Really Need ….
Clean Air.
To Freshen My Uninspired, Dusty Skull.
Nothing Lives There, Only My Problems And Fears.
Give Me Inspiration
And Maybe, Just For A Second….I’ll Live Freely And Carelessly.
Remember, Just Breathe.
Something was on her heels. She ran hard and fast, harder and faster than she’d ever in her life. If only her fitness instructor could see her now. “Remember to breath”, he always yelled at her when she was about to collapse. Breathing was the last thing on her mind right now though. Staying alive was priority. She would breath later. If she made it.
I breathe. Sometimes you make it difficult. It’s like you’re just there for only the purpose of taking my breath. You suck it out of me. Sometimes you help me breathe. Sometimes you calm me. But most of the time, you take my breath away. Not in the good way though, in the terrible terrible way.
He is talking….”just say sorry, even if you know they are wrong, it’s what everyone does. If you stand your ground they will get you, they don’t like being wrong” I realise I am holding my breath, “breath” I tell myself…and everything will be OK, but it isn’t .
I want to take a breath but all I feel is the heaviness on my chest wanting to scream out and cry but not be able to do anything. Paralyzed i look for an inhale somewhere in my chest and pray it will escape from my parted lips .
You breath on my skin was magical. I felt illuminated in a way I had never been. I felt special when your lips grazed mine and was heartbroken to see you go. I was sure I would never love again, never feel again. Yet, here I am, feeling, living, loving.
Just when I think I found it I lost it again. It’s not anything in particular that takes it as much as it is a variation of constant thoughts. Sometimes I feel like I can’t catch it and I’ll forever be chasing it. I can’t wait to catch it.
breath
apples
foodddd
heelllooo
lili
foooddd
whtys
whaattt
apples
breath
apples
breath
foorrr
apples
food
cake
death
homo
apple
hobo
apple
food
good
popeyes
apple
food
apple
good
food
apples
food
good
food
apples
sick
cough
apples
bored
wtf
is
this
She was sure it would be the last breath she’d take, so she savored it. It was cool, and she breated deeply. How thoughtlless she had been, she though, breathing all that time without ever noticing the wonderful taste of the air.
its the air i breathe every day that make me who i am. so just keep breathing and keep on going untill you find the end. Just breathe
Once. Twice. Maybe a third time. That was all.
Providing life. The air was sucked in to her lungs. Minimal life. But life all the same.
Inhale…exhale…
life.
I knew that i had to do something about my life to make it more fun but i couldn’t find anything to do. so i moved to mexico. to learn spanish, to laugh every second that i had, to make new friends, , to have the time of my life, to improve my reading and my english, and for the experiece of having a winter without snow!
calm, tired, yoga, sleep, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, drifting, panting, running, heart beat, lungs, inhale, chest, slower, calming, tired, calm, calm, calm, deep, sleep.
No leaf clover, it is a song from the biggest wolrd thrash metal band, created and played for 1st time with the symphony from San Fransisco in 1999
breath makes me thinks of waterfalls and birds and trees and nature. its freedom. its something everyone can do. and relaxation and excitement and can mean so many things. breath is life. its good
I am so grateful for the breath of God flowing through my life. I take every breath without even considering its miracle…but when I do think of it, yes, indeed, I am grateful.
You told me to take a deep breath
I told you it wouldn’t help
I never use my brain
Things get tough and I have no solutions
Only ways to let the sadness swallow me whole
But you have cracked open my skull
And peeked into its darkest recesses
Blown out the dust
And urged it into working order
Because for the first time I admitted to myself
That it would help if I took a deep breath
Because not everything is ending
And I am not dying
And as long as I’m breathing
As long as I’m trying
I am alright
And things will be okay
I will be okay
I let out a huge breath as I exit the math room. The first one done? It can’t be possible, but it is. I scooted out my chair in a room of silence and slipped my quiz into the class folder. The teacher asked if I double checked my work; I did. And now I’m here, trying to remember how to walk and praying to God that I didn’t fuck up. It’s tough being an English nerd in a math class, especially when you’re the smartest one in there.
I’m afraid. That last breath, how it will feel when the sheer panic of death goes away and we embrace the aspect of mortality. I’ve never felt comfortable thinking of death or the future.
Take a deep breath, the man told himself. Not so easy as that. His lungs were crushed. They weren’t really, but it felt like they were. His ribs creeked as his chest expanded, and then again as the air was released form its captivity. It hurt like hell. Once again, he reminisced on how he had allowed himself to come into contact with that other car.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then jumped.
A breath. One cold empty breath. A breath.One cold empty breath. A breath………….nothing.
Hongi: the exchange of breath, of life. The acknowledgment of breath’s intimacy. A connection of two lives in the same exhale of breath.
This morning it was chilly in the room. But as I took my first breath go the day of my 18th birthday everything felt warm and welcoming, I looked down to find a trail of sticky notes leading to a happy birthday sign in the suite’s living room and i knew I’d found a niche.
when i saw him for the first time. he was so good looking. he took my breath away! whenever he’s near me i just go meek, nervous with shallow breathing.what has he done to me?
My breath fogs up glass, and most surfaces. My breath looks like smoke in cold weather. When I was younger I used to pretend I was a dragon. I`m obsessed with my breath smelling minty. I`m not sure why exactly.
Breath
How many breaths are left for us?
breath to live, breath to kill, breath to believe, love, and enjoy
we all breathe the same air as everyone else, in out. in out but why do we think we are superior to one another? we live in the same spaces, the same earth but yet we continue to write people off.
When December comes,
Heralding the Winter spirits in,
I will pour my breath over
The eastern windowpane of my second-
Story apartment,
Scribble your name
With my index finger
In the thin mist Jack Frost
Settles – exhalation
Inspiration – and,
Just before the warmth
Of the Californian sun
Melts away my carefully
Scripted story,
Wipe it from existence
With a stroke of my hand.
Swim. Swim. Swim. Breath. Swim. Swim. Swim. Swim. Swim. Breath. Swim. Swim. Swim. Breath. Swim. Swim. Swim. Swim. Swim. Swi……..
Breath came in huffs as they sprinted down the snow-covered path…