like a dying hot air balloon. A wave attacking a sandcastle. Unforgiving. A tower. A building. A relationship.
River
She lay on the hospital bed, her eyes closed. Her head hurt like hell and she couldn’t get herself to open her eyes. In a weak voice, she asked; “Where am I? What happened?” She heard the familiar voice of her mother reply “Hanna, thank goodness. You suddenly collapsed.”
Tara
as she stumbles through life always trying to do her best, but her best is never what anyone wants. She is always wrong, making mistakes, not perfect, unworthy and moronic. She feels so ashamed of herself. She must be punished. She takes the razor and makes the cut; an action done a thousand times. THe only thing she can do right. The thing that makes her collapse.
sarah
Looking out of the cafe’s bright window, the lady–the girl, really–wanted to cry, collapsing in a heap of shame, remorse, happiness, ecstasy, at the death of her mother.
Joseph
A collapsible shelf on which stands the only keepsake I have left of my mother. She left two years ago when it came out that she was cheating but I still love her, you know. It”s not her fault that my father doesn’t understand and she did something wrong but she doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment.
Even her family’s abandoned her.
That’s just wrong.
Book
i fall down and wait for the rain to fall on me. i collapse with grief and go below the bridge of death and emptiness. she comes to me with great sadness and wishes i were better.
Her face dropped in on itself. A proud brow and defined mouth which had born years of sorrow; men without respect and children without abandon. But that strong face folded in, became dead and unfamiliar at his one phrase;
“I’m not coming back.”
Emma
The room was a filled with pandemonium, but the sounds he heard were fuzzy. The sights he saw were unfocused. All he knew was right now, he just wanted to curl up and die.
Alyssa Diaz
She fell to the ground. Her head hit the floor as he stared at her. “Get up, Mom. Get up.”
What will he do for food? Or for love or shelter or protection? I guess it really doesn’t matter, because it was bound to happen someday. Right now all we can do is say we’re sorry. And hope she gets better. And maybe then he’ll get to live. Probably not, though. That’d be too much.
Grace
She fell to the ground. Her head hit the floor as he stared at her. “Get up, Mom. Get up.”
What will he do for food? Or for love or shelter or protection? I guess it really doesn’t matter, because it was bound to happen someday. Right now all we can do is say we’re sorry. And hope she gets better. And maybe then he’ll get to live. Probably not, though. That’d be too much.
Grace
i crumbled to my knees like a building that’s been gutted and cried. the dirt stung my eyes and clogged my throat while the monster inside me growled and clawed against the insides of my stomach. the chambers of my heart were filled with sludge and my lungs collapsed into themselves, all with me screaming your name. why’d you have to leave?
devin
Its was amazing
Her tall figure stood over
All the little people
She had crushed to make it this far
Across her face were scars
Of beauty and grace
The amazing building could never
Ever be crushed
Would never fall and break
With the coo and the whiplash
The emotion to great
The contridication was so grand
And all she could do was
Collapse
Alyssa
Collapse like the big bang, unleashing unlimited power, creating beauty and disaster. Music, art, love and hatred issued all by one explosion, one collapse. Think about objects collapsing unlimitedly!
Ludovic Thevenot
what i feel like every day after i get home from a class i am failing, a subject i don’t understand. when i realize all the time i waste sitting here doing nothing and how doomed i am…
donny
I could feel his heart beating from almost a mile away. I could hear it in my ears. This day had been anticipated since the day I found out what our connection truly was. Every word that he spoke, even from another country, was heard in my ears. Then the beating stopped. Then mine stopped. My knees caved inward and I plunged to my demise.
Zai
ah, not again! too much of the good thing? or was it the multitude and entrophy imminent? Never will find out. I guess.
L
The time I really listened to that song I realized how much it resembled our relationship. The word hit me so hard and so strong, the only thing I could do was lay on the floor and cry. I really missed him, and this was the first time the pain got to me and tore my heart apart.
sad statue
i already did this one, i think the world is going to end, we are all going to die, the sky is going to fall on us, we’re going to die, the mountains are going to fall, like trees falling to the ground. our chests will fall when we have heart failure from depression. we’re going to die. not survive. this isn’t going to work out.
annie
It just happened, there was nothing i could do, i panicked. There he was just lying in front of me, all that i knew flew out the window and i stood there as useless as everyone else. Time stopped, i couldn’t breathe , this couldn’t be happening to me, not here not now……oh no
emma
It seemed so sturdy so firm beneath my feet, I never suspected that with one breath it could all just collapse around me, sending my world into oblivion, just one breathe.
Lisa Gray
You have taken down the doors, and I have unlocked the attic, as you tumble over the threshold, I dance alone. Tonight I will turn pages in dim light and find myself one board loose of collapse.
Taylor
glenda gibbs
glenda
To fall onto something, and hit it hard, with no ability to stop yourself. You could give in and allow yourself to follow it, surrender to it. How far would you fall? How deeply? Not something I’m aware that you would know unless
Heather
The house on main street collapsed into the center of the universe. Just like that. Bob had no Idea what just happened. All he knew was that Joleen was in that building. What was he to do now. It looked real bad. No way she survived that accident.
Jocelyn
The building collapsed before the ceremony began. Undaunted, the bride and groom surveyed the damage, figuring it would take more time than it was worth to find a new location. They spent an hour looking for the largest flat piece of debris upon which to make their vows.
Ciara
Collapse. I think of a cardboard box immediately. I think of how we associate a sound, with an action. Should I write a story right now or a poem? Does it matter? Do I matter? Note: Make an effort to look at the sky today, and I mean really look at it and appreciate it.
-
I feel down and in a wet heap of summer sweat.. exhausted. yet thriled with the new season…
I give myself to the summer and the play that fills my body. and so it goes… yea.. summer fun.. hot and sticcky
jeanne adwani
The world was falling apart around Marsha…Literally. A chunk of ceiling was about to come down on her head. A fire was raging in her apartment building– luckily, her mother and younger brother were out at the store, but she and her sister were trapped in the apartment. She was crying, but the fierce heat evaporated the tears.
Itchy
he had been trying for so long to make her happy. he would rearrange his day when she asked if she could stop by and say hello. but she knew what kind of control she had., and she kept him in a cage. he was about to copllapse.
maddie
Houses collapse and their foundations still stand.
Roofs cave in and windows get blown out. Things seem to just fall down and collapse.
Chris G
he collapsed as he entered the building. Everyone surrounded him as he writhed on the floor shaking and drooling from his mouth. I don’t know what’s going on he kept screaming as foam filled his mouth.
help!
argentumblack
they collapsed one by one in front of me. each of them taking a blast from my sawed-off. i wasn’t the best in the world, but i soon may be. for the zombies have overcome and even the best don’t survive long.
aaron
When everything collapsed around me I just knew my life was about to face its end.
Nothing could save me this time, no angels, no demons, no god…Just oblivion in eternal dark.
BoggieMan
falling falling inward falling
down from above
desensitized
inner quake
falling
broken broken inward break
shattered to pieces
confounded
self loss
broken
climbing climbing back on top
strength from within
making way
carving back that place
climbing
Reia
She collapsed in a heap of dissaopointment. It was horrible. She hadn’t felt this bad in a long, long time. The flashbacks to him saying he loved her and of the wedding nearly killed her. She loved him. Not anymore.
Cassi-Marion
The floor collapsed. The ceiling collapsed. It felt like the world was swallowing him whole.
and then, silence. Was he still breathing?
a light. Flickering, coming towards him. What was this?
“Why hello.” a voice. scratchy, menacing.
“Who are you?” a question. almost silent.
“The shadows.” and answer. full of promise.
slice
I’m exhausted. i may be bleeding, it’s hard to tell these days. I do know that if i don’t get some rest soon… Maybe see a doctor. I feel like my skin is crawling off of me. I feel like the end is near. I feel like maybe I’m beyond the end, and I just haven’t noticed yet. I’m in full collapse. Collapsier. is that a word? Who knows. i’m dead.
Anthony
Humanity is in a collapse, when all we care about is stuff. Stop caring so much about every little thing and enjoy life.
Charles
I collapsed into a frame of reference that didn’t make any sense because, well, it was too chaotic for my mind to comprehend. I had had too much sugar this morning and I think this contributed to my sense of looseness, of having my anchor to the world unbound. My tether missing, I briefly thought of myself as having the disposition of a canary set on a branch made of silver in a room housed in glass.
like a dying hot air balloon. A wave attacking a sandcastle. Unforgiving. A tower. A building. A relationship.
She lay on the hospital bed, her eyes closed. Her head hurt like hell and she couldn’t get herself to open her eyes. In a weak voice, she asked; “Where am I? What happened?” She heard the familiar voice of her mother reply “Hanna, thank goodness. You suddenly collapsed.”
as she stumbles through life always trying to do her best, but her best is never what anyone wants. She is always wrong, making mistakes, not perfect, unworthy and moronic. She feels so ashamed of herself. She must be punished. She takes the razor and makes the cut; an action done a thousand times. THe only thing she can do right. The thing that makes her collapse.
Looking out of the cafe’s bright window, the lady–the girl, really–wanted to cry, collapsing in a heap of shame, remorse, happiness, ecstasy, at the death of her mother.
A collapsible shelf on which stands the only keepsake I have left of my mother. She left two years ago when it came out that she was cheating but I still love her, you know. It”s not her fault that my father doesn’t understand and she did something wrong but she doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment.
Even her family’s abandoned her.
That’s just wrong.
i fall down and wait for the rain to fall on me. i collapse with grief and go below the bridge of death and emptiness. she comes to me with great sadness and wishes i were better.
collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse
Her face dropped in on itself. A proud brow and defined mouth which had born years of sorrow; men without respect and children without abandon. But that strong face folded in, became dead and unfamiliar at his one phrase;
“I’m not coming back.”
The room was a filled with pandemonium, but the sounds he heard were fuzzy. The sights he saw were unfocused. All he knew was right now, he just wanted to curl up and die.
She fell to the ground. Her head hit the floor as he stared at her. “Get up, Mom. Get up.”
What will he do for food? Or for love or shelter or protection? I guess it really doesn’t matter, because it was bound to happen someday. Right now all we can do is say we’re sorry. And hope she gets better. And maybe then he’ll get to live. Probably not, though. That’d be too much.
She fell to the ground. Her head hit the floor as he stared at her. “Get up, Mom. Get up.”
What will he do for food? Or for love or shelter or protection? I guess it really doesn’t matter, because it was bound to happen someday. Right now all we can do is say we’re sorry. And hope she gets better. And maybe then he’ll get to live. Probably not, though. That’d be too much.
i crumbled to my knees like a building that’s been gutted and cried. the dirt stung my eyes and clogged my throat while the monster inside me growled and clawed against the insides of my stomach. the chambers of my heart were filled with sludge and my lungs collapsed into themselves, all with me screaming your name. why’d you have to leave?
Its was amazing
Her tall figure stood over
All the little people
She had crushed to make it this far
Across her face were scars
Of beauty and grace
The amazing building could never
Ever be crushed
Would never fall and break
With the coo and the whiplash
The emotion to great
The contridication was so grand
And all she could do was
Collapse
Collapse like the big bang, unleashing unlimited power, creating beauty and disaster. Music, art, love and hatred issued all by one explosion, one collapse. Think about objects collapsing unlimitedly!
what i feel like every day after i get home from a class i am failing, a subject i don’t understand. when i realize all the time i waste sitting here doing nothing and how doomed i am…
I could feel his heart beating from almost a mile away. I could hear it in my ears. This day had been anticipated since the day I found out what our connection truly was. Every word that he spoke, even from another country, was heard in my ears. Then the beating stopped. Then mine stopped. My knees caved inward and I plunged to my demise.
ah, not again! too much of the good thing? or was it the multitude and entrophy imminent? Never will find out. I guess.
The time I really listened to that song I realized how much it resembled our relationship. The word hit me so hard and so strong, the only thing I could do was lay on the floor and cry. I really missed him, and this was the first time the pain got to me and tore my heart apart.
i already did this one, i think the world is going to end, we are all going to die, the sky is going to fall on us, we’re going to die, the mountains are going to fall, like trees falling to the ground. our chests will fall when we have heart failure from depression. we’re going to die. not survive. this isn’t going to work out.
It just happened, there was nothing i could do, i panicked. There he was just lying in front of me, all that i knew flew out the window and i stood there as useless as everyone else. Time stopped, i couldn’t breathe , this couldn’t be happening to me, not here not now……oh no
It seemed so sturdy so firm beneath my feet, I never suspected that with one breath it could all just collapse around me, sending my world into oblivion, just one breathe.
You have taken down the doors, and I have unlocked the attic, as you tumble over the threshold, I dance alone. Tonight I will turn pages in dim light and find myself one board loose of collapse.
glenda gibbs
To fall onto something, and hit it hard, with no ability to stop yourself. You could give in and allow yourself to follow it, surrender to it. How far would you fall? How deeply? Not something I’m aware that you would know unless
The house on main street collapsed into the center of the universe. Just like that. Bob had no Idea what just happened. All he knew was that Joleen was in that building. What was he to do now. It looked real bad. No way she survived that accident.
The building collapsed before the ceremony began. Undaunted, the bride and groom surveyed the damage, figuring it would take more time than it was worth to find a new location. They spent an hour looking for the largest flat piece of debris upon which to make their vows.
Collapse. I think of a cardboard box immediately. I think of how we associate a sound, with an action. Should I write a story right now or a poem? Does it matter? Do I matter? Note: Make an effort to look at the sky today, and I mean really look at it and appreciate it.
I feel down and in a wet heap of summer sweat.. exhausted. yet thriled with the new season…
I give myself to the summer and the play that fills my body. and so it goes… yea.. summer fun.. hot and sticcky
The world was falling apart around Marsha…Literally. A chunk of ceiling was about to come down on her head. A fire was raging in her apartment building– luckily, her mother and younger brother were out at the store, but she and her sister were trapped in the apartment. She was crying, but the fierce heat evaporated the tears.
he had been trying for so long to make her happy. he would rearrange his day when she asked if she could stop by and say hello. but she knew what kind of control she had., and she kept him in a cage. he was about to copllapse.
Houses collapse and their foundations still stand.
Roofs cave in and windows get blown out. Things seem to just fall down and collapse.
he collapsed as he entered the building. Everyone surrounded him as he writhed on the floor shaking and drooling from his mouth. I don’t know what’s going on he kept screaming as foam filled his mouth.
help!
they collapsed one by one in front of me. each of them taking a blast from my sawed-off. i wasn’t the best in the world, but i soon may be. for the zombies have overcome and even the best don’t survive long.
When everything collapsed around me I just knew my life was about to face its end.
Nothing could save me this time, no angels, no demons, no god…Just oblivion in eternal dark.
falling falling inward falling
down from above
desensitized
inner quake
falling
broken broken inward break
shattered to pieces
confounded
self loss
broken
climbing climbing back on top
strength from within
making way
carving back that place
climbing
She collapsed in a heap of dissaopointment. It was horrible. She hadn’t felt this bad in a long, long time. The flashbacks to him saying he loved her and of the wedding nearly killed her. She loved him. Not anymore.
The floor collapsed. The ceiling collapsed. It felt like the world was swallowing him whole.
and then, silence. Was he still breathing?
a light. Flickering, coming towards him. What was this?
“Why hello.” a voice. scratchy, menacing.
“Who are you?” a question. almost silent.
“The shadows.” and answer. full of promise.
I’m exhausted. i may be bleeding, it’s hard to tell these days. I do know that if i don’t get some rest soon… Maybe see a doctor. I feel like my skin is crawling off of me. I feel like the end is near. I feel like maybe I’m beyond the end, and I just haven’t noticed yet. I’m in full collapse. Collapsier. is that a word? Who knows. i’m dead.
Humanity is in a collapse, when all we care about is stuff. Stop caring so much about every little thing and enjoy life.
I collapsed into a frame of reference that didn’t make any sense because, well, it was too chaotic for my mind to comprehend. I had had too much sugar this morning and I think this contributed to my sense of looseness, of having my anchor to the world unbound. My tether missing, I briefly thought of myself as having the disposition of a canary set on a branch made of silver in a room housed in glass.