She let out one last shaky breath before turning to me. “Are you sure about this?”
My answer was grim. “As sure as I’ll ever be.”
Without another word, she plunged headlong into the black mire before us.
Breath
slow
steady
engulfing
I breathe you in
your love fills my lungs
to its capacity.
Breath
lovely
true
genuine
You make me feel like a natural being
Breath
Julia
It escaped her mouth as steam, ragged, short. She shivered as she paced worriedly. She had been waiting for hours, he should be done by now. It had been 24 hours since her spiraled tumble that had led her to the back door of this french bakery down the back alleys of Paris.
The moment our eyes met my breathing stopped. Only for a second. Before it started back up again. My heart skipped and then went in to double time. And then I realized from that breath to now that I was yours and I wanted you to be mine.
I have a cold. I got sick yesterday and when I breath through my nose, I can feel all the boogers. When I breath though my mouth, my tonsils hurt. I don’t like being sick! Maybe some tea will help.
That’s what I need to do right now. I’m suffocating.
Abigail Rae
breathing is something you have to do to breathe. to live. to love. to swim. to exist. for anything. you must always just continue to breathe. just breathe. breathe.
katie
I went to the forest to be able to breath again. I was scared. Unwanted. Seen by all those wretched disgusting men. I could no longer live in this hell hole. I had to run. Run was the only option. The only thing that could help me escape. Help me breath. I was done. As i ran i became breathless. Ironic. My salvation destroyed me.
Sonia
Another deep warm breath. A breath that fills my lungs with air, and my mind with peace. I hear my breathing, going in and out, in and out. It’s peaceful, and a beautiful sound.
I couldn’t stop I was slowly loosing wind, my muscles ached violently. I knew I needed to get there, more than I needed to breathe, more than I needed anything in life.
Vannessa
He drew his last breath, and his eyes closed. I lowered his head back down onto the pillow, kissed his forehead, and whispered “goodbye!”
tony
I breathe out, and watch the smoke go out with it. I’d be disgusted with myself if it had been a year ago, but with all of the disasterpieces between then and now, sometimes it feels nice to lose myself. To just simply exist as a smolder among the self-destructive fires that I call peers.
Slow breaths will get you through it. Like what they repeated in yoga. Sometimes we forget, but a simple reminder draws us back to Earth.
Christina
In and out. I know I am alive.
Glenn
When I think of a breath, I think of holding it before a great big moment. Holding it in to make a sound in your saxophone, or to sing the first note to your masterpiece, or blowing out birthday candles, or having your first kiss. It may seem silly to hold your breath for such (maybe) trivial things, but I think holding your breath, ready for that big moment, is half the excitement.
The air comes out of her lungs sharply as the man across from her steps closer and closer, practically looming over her. She steps back; her elbow hits the wall behind her and she stops short, still inhaling and exhaling like oxygen was going out of style fast.
He leans in even closer to whisper into her ear, “Feeling uncomfortable, princess?”
She schools her expression and her leg goes up at the same time as she said, “Hell no.”
And he crumbles down with a strangled gasp, hands cupping his precious jewels, as she kicks him one last time. “Who’s the one uncomfortable now?”
i cannot live without breathing but i can for about 2 minutes under water. breathing is mainly getting in oxygen into your body so your system runs properly and does not make you ill.
breathing gets oxygen into your body and provides the necessary fuel to burn out the food that is consumed, breathing is breathing in oxygen and breathing out carbon di oxide.
san
the suspense when you hold it, its overwhelming, when i see you-fast it comes, hot cold, oxygen-carbon dioxide, air, whisper, condensation on the window, fog on a cold day, lungs, smoke, fire
Blaise
if only i had one last breath i would spend it on you. Because you are the only thing worth breathing for. you are a masterpiece created by God himself bound for eternal greatness. Everything you do takes my breath away.
forest antemesaris
“I can’t do it!! I can’t!!”
“Ma’am, I need you to calm down. On the count of three you’re going to push. Ready?”
“I can’t– I can’t!!!”
They were in a hospital room, a lady sweating on the bed, with her husband by her side. Finally the time had come. The time she held with a mix of fear and awe. Her own child, in her arms. Her own child, come from the womb. What the mother hadn’t anticipated, however, was the excruciating pain.
A calm hand stroked her face.
“Sweetheart,” Her husband whispered, “I have faith in you. I love you. Just breath…”
When you exhale in the cold, it looks like you’re exhaling smoke. It’s fun when you’re a kid, you can pretend you’re cool and smoke cigarettes. Now kids today are actually smoking. And drinking, and having sex. What happened…
Bethany
There we lay.
So close, and so far away from one another.
I can feel you breathing.
Slow. Soft. Simple.
Breathe me in.
Breathe me out.
Your eyes flicker,
open and closed.
Our eyes meet,
you smile and…
it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
It takes my breath away.
As I took one of those long deep breaths thinking about him and our past I came to terms that he was the one at fault not me. All those days after our break up I thought it was me who had done something wrong or unworthy. HA! It was him and him constant demands and of always being right! I win this time Zach I win!! Haha! He is truly missing out. I breath again! Happiness and relaxation fall all over me. I can now stop thinking about that scum bag and finish my icecream!
Izabella
I couldn’t imagine that it would feel like this. It was is the world was taken out from under my feet and all’s i was left with was a breath. That was the happiest day of my life. It was the day I knew I found love.
Peter
my breath is sacred
in and out, a constant prayer
my breath is a holy connection
between me and spirit
in, out, in out, again and again, until you don’t. the end.
Melanie
this is what i do every day in order to survive, but it’s also the rhythm of my life. breathing is what i need to do but it doesn’t tick with time, isn’t stable. i breathe faster and slower at certain times, depending on what i’m experiencing and feeling.
julianna
that’s what i tell myself when i can’t. when i can’t go on anymore. when i feel like i don’t know what else to do. i take a breath. over and over again. i breathe. that’s what i tell myself when i want to give up and there’s nothing left to do. i can hear it and see it when i’m cold or cold hearted. it never fails me. it hasn’t yet.
I can hear her breath. It is ragged, heavy, thick. It is absolutely obnoxious. Not everyone breathes like this. Why can’t the breath be silent? The breaks were there isn’t her breath filling my head — there is my me replaying her breath. A cycle of pain over and over again. It is pushing itself into me, tearing me apart, forcing my fists into tight clenches, ready to hit someone at any moment now.
i dont understand how thats supposed to be soothing. i breath and i panic feeling as if im hyperventalationg its not something do do. ill hold my breath and tuck all feelings away in a dark place
sydney
The breath was cold when it should have been warm. I was worried about what was going on. I had never seen death happening so I didn’t know if this was it for her. I panicked and ran to the phone. Dialing quickly I was able to get the emergency service, report the information I needed to, and hang up the phone while I tried to calm down with a series of slow breaths.
I inhale. This is the last place i though id be on new years eve, About to jump to my death. Or, free fall as some lunatics call it. My stupid son-in-law had talking me into doing this, but it doesnt really seem like the thing to do as you approach 65. Heart attacks, strokes, the risks are never ending
Grace
Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Neckline. Deep breath. Clammy. Deep breath. Strong hands. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Never. Deep breath. Thought it. Deep breath. Would be. Deep breath. Like this.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
This was the way it was supposed to be all along, wasn’t it?
Forgot to breathe.
Belinda Roddie
Breathing out was the easy part. It was the inhaling that had her caught. As the tarry smoke coated her throat and mouth, she struggled to hold in the splutter that was threatening to burst forth. Everything smelled like Nicola. Everything tasted like Nicola. Internally, she berated herself. How had she never seen this before? Never at the smell or taste had she before put the two together. A whole portion of her life, one she often didn’t have the energy or will to analyse, came crashing into place.
Take a breath. You can’t control it, so don’t fight it. Don’t kill yourself thinking you can. You can’t, and that’s okay. Let it out slowly. Let it go, just let it all go.
To breathe is to take advantage of the most intrinsic human right that we have. Nobody can stop you from breathing, nobody can intervene. At least, nobody would, until somebody got it in their mind that it was their right to interfere with such breathing.
M.J. Hutchison
The air starts to burn and I begin to suck it deeper and deeper into my lungs. Forcing them to expand further than they have in months. I feel the cement pounding under my sneakers, and the music pouring into my ears encourages me. Gives me the strength to fly. My body starts to give warning signs of pain but I wave off the signals and charge forward. Out in the air there aren’t any bills. Any stress. Any critical thinking. Look both ways and cross, sun dancing down on my already perspiring back. I slow down to a jog and let the endorphins take reign. I hear my own unexpected laughter as I taper off into a walk. You are as free as you make yourself.
I can’t breathe anymore, knowing you don’t love me the same. I can’t breathe knowing I’ve fallen out of your interests and moreso your heart. What can I do anymore when I’ve been amazed with you from the start. I never thought I’d deserved someone as wonderful as you,……notheless you’re heart, but know you don’t love me and I don’t know what to do…
The source of life. It is never thought about, but always needed.
The constant friend we never thank. The moment that is then gone. The thing that levels all, and communicates much.
She let out one last shaky breath before turning to me. “Are you sure about this?”
My answer was grim. “As sure as I’ll ever be.”
Without another word, she plunged headlong into the black mire before us.
Breath
slow
steady
engulfing
I breathe you in
your love fills my lungs
to its capacity.
Breath
lovely
true
genuine
You make me feel like a natural being
Breath
It escaped her mouth as steam, ragged, short. She shivered as she paced worriedly. She had been waiting for hours, he should be done by now. It had been 24 hours since her spiraled tumble that had led her to the back door of this french bakery down the back alleys of Paris.
The moment our eyes met my breathing stopped. Only for a second. Before it started back up again. My heart skipped and then went in to double time. And then I realized from that breath to now that I was yours and I wanted you to be mine.
I have a cold. I got sick yesterday and when I breath through my nose, I can feel all the boogers. When I breath though my mouth, my tonsils hurt. I don’t like being sick! Maybe some tea will help.
That’s what I need to do right now. I’m suffocating.
breathing is something you have to do to breathe. to live. to love. to swim. to exist. for anything. you must always just continue to breathe. just breathe. breathe.
I went to the forest to be able to breath again. I was scared. Unwanted. Seen by all those wretched disgusting men. I could no longer live in this hell hole. I had to run. Run was the only option. The only thing that could help me escape. Help me breath. I was done. As i ran i became breathless. Ironic. My salvation destroyed me.
Another deep warm breath. A breath that fills my lungs with air, and my mind with peace. I hear my breathing, going in and out, in and out. It’s peaceful, and a beautiful sound.
I couldn’t stop I was slowly loosing wind, my muscles ached violently. I knew I needed to get there, more than I needed to breathe, more than I needed anything in life.
He drew his last breath, and his eyes closed. I lowered his head back down onto the pillow, kissed his forehead, and whispered “goodbye!”
I breathe out, and watch the smoke go out with it. I’d be disgusted with myself if it had been a year ago, but with all of the disasterpieces between then and now, sometimes it feels nice to lose myself. To just simply exist as a smolder among the self-destructive fires that I call peers.
Slow breaths will get you through it. Like what they repeated in yoga. Sometimes we forget, but a simple reminder draws us back to Earth.
In and out. I know I am alive.
When I think of a breath, I think of holding it before a great big moment. Holding it in to make a sound in your saxophone, or to sing the first note to your masterpiece, or blowing out birthday candles, or having your first kiss. It may seem silly to hold your breath for such (maybe) trivial things, but I think holding your breath, ready for that big moment, is half the excitement.
The air comes out of her lungs sharply as the man across from her steps closer and closer, practically looming over her. She steps back; her elbow hits the wall behind her and she stops short, still inhaling and exhaling like oxygen was going out of style fast.
He leans in even closer to whisper into her ear, “Feeling uncomfortable, princess?”
She schools her expression and her leg goes up at the same time as she said, “Hell no.”
And he crumbles down with a strangled gasp, hands cupping his precious jewels, as she kicks him one last time. “Who’s the one uncomfortable now?”
i cannot live without breathing but i can for about 2 minutes under water. breathing is mainly getting in oxygen into your body so your system runs properly and does not make you ill.
breathing gets oxygen into your body and provides the necessary fuel to burn out the food that is consumed, breathing is breathing in oxygen and breathing out carbon di oxide.
the suspense when you hold it, its overwhelming, when i see you-fast it comes, hot cold, oxygen-carbon dioxide, air, whisper, condensation on the window, fog on a cold day, lungs, smoke, fire
if only i had one last breath i would spend it on you. Because you are the only thing worth breathing for. you are a masterpiece created by God himself bound for eternal greatness. Everything you do takes my breath away.
“I can’t do it!! I can’t!!”
“Ma’am, I need you to calm down. On the count of three you’re going to push. Ready?”
“I can’t– I can’t!!!”
They were in a hospital room, a lady sweating on the bed, with her husband by her side. Finally the time had come. The time she held with a mix of fear and awe. Her own child, in her arms. Her own child, come from the womb. What the mother hadn’t anticipated, however, was the excruciating pain.
A calm hand stroked her face.
“Sweetheart,” Her husband whispered, “I have faith in you. I love you. Just breath…”
When you exhale in the cold, it looks like you’re exhaling smoke. It’s fun when you’re a kid, you can pretend you’re cool and smoke cigarettes. Now kids today are actually smoking. And drinking, and having sex. What happened…
There we lay.
So close, and so far away from one another.
I can feel you breathing.
Slow. Soft. Simple.
Breathe me in.
Breathe me out.
Your eyes flicker,
open and closed.
Our eyes meet,
you smile and…
it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
It takes my breath away.
As I took one of those long deep breaths thinking about him and our past I came to terms that he was the one at fault not me. All those days after our break up I thought it was me who had done something wrong or unworthy. HA! It was him and him constant demands and of always being right! I win this time Zach I win!! Haha! He is truly missing out. I breath again! Happiness and relaxation fall all over me. I can now stop thinking about that scum bag and finish my icecream!
I couldn’t imagine that it would feel like this. It was is the world was taken out from under my feet and all’s i was left with was a breath. That was the happiest day of my life. It was the day I knew I found love.
my breath is sacred
in and out, a constant prayer
my breath is a holy connection
between me and spirit
in, out, in out, again and again, until you don’t. the end.
this is what i do every day in order to survive, but it’s also the rhythm of my life. breathing is what i need to do but it doesn’t tick with time, isn’t stable. i breathe faster and slower at certain times, depending on what i’m experiencing and feeling.
that’s what i tell myself when i can’t. when i can’t go on anymore. when i feel like i don’t know what else to do. i take a breath. over and over again. i breathe. that’s what i tell myself when i want to give up and there’s nothing left to do. i can hear it and see it when i’m cold or cold hearted. it never fails me. it hasn’t yet.
I can hear her breath. It is ragged, heavy, thick. It is absolutely obnoxious. Not everyone breathes like this. Why can’t the breath be silent? The breaks were there isn’t her breath filling my head — there is my me replaying her breath. A cycle of pain over and over again. It is pushing itself into me, tearing me apart, forcing my fists into tight clenches, ready to hit someone at any moment now.
i dont understand how thats supposed to be soothing. i breath and i panic feeling as if im hyperventalationg its not something do do. ill hold my breath and tuck all feelings away in a dark place
The breath was cold when it should have been warm. I was worried about what was going on. I had never seen death happening so I didn’t know if this was it for her. I panicked and ran to the phone. Dialing quickly I was able to get the emergency service, report the information I needed to, and hang up the phone while I tried to calm down with a series of slow breaths.
I inhale. This is the last place i though id be on new years eve, About to jump to my death. Or, free fall as some lunatics call it. My stupid son-in-law had talking me into doing this, but it doesnt really seem like the thing to do as you approach 65. Heart attacks, strokes, the risks are never ending
Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Neckline. Deep breath. Clammy. Deep breath. Strong hands. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. Never. Deep breath. Thought it. Deep breath. Would be. Deep breath. Like this.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
This was the way it was supposed to be all along, wasn’t it?
Forgot to breathe.
Breathing out was the easy part. It was the inhaling that had her caught. As the tarry smoke coated her throat and mouth, she struggled to hold in the splutter that was threatening to burst forth. Everything smelled like Nicola. Everything tasted like Nicola. Internally, she berated herself. How had she never seen this before? Never at the smell or taste had she before put the two together. A whole portion of her life, one she often didn’t have the energy or will to analyse, came crashing into place.
Take a breath. You can’t control it, so don’t fight it. Don’t kill yourself thinking you can. You can’t, and that’s okay. Let it out slowly. Let it go, just let it all go.
And as she stared over the edge she took her final breath.
To breathe is to take advantage of the most intrinsic human right that we have. Nobody can stop you from breathing, nobody can intervene. At least, nobody would, until somebody got it in their mind that it was their right to interfere with such breathing.
The air starts to burn and I begin to suck it deeper and deeper into my lungs. Forcing them to expand further than they have in months. I feel the cement pounding under my sneakers, and the music pouring into my ears encourages me. Gives me the strength to fly. My body starts to give warning signs of pain but I wave off the signals and charge forward. Out in the air there aren’t any bills. Any stress. Any critical thinking. Look both ways and cross, sun dancing down on my already perspiring back. I slow down to a jog and let the endorphins take reign. I hear my own unexpected laughter as I taper off into a walk. You are as free as you make yourself.
I can’t breathe anymore, knowing you don’t love me the same. I can’t breathe knowing I’ve fallen out of your interests and moreso your heart. What can I do anymore when I’ve been amazed with you from the start. I never thought I’d deserved someone as wonderful as you,……notheless you’re heart, but know you don’t love me and I don’t know what to do…
The source of life. It is never thought about, but always needed.
The constant friend we never thank. The moment that is then gone. The thing that levels all, and communicates much.