i can’t really explain the feeling. it’s just something you have to experience for yourself. everything just seems to pull away like a thick ribbon from your chest. there’s no way to undo it. in a strange way i enjoy the solitude it brings.
tess Badun
falling alone in a lake full of sorrow and sadness. no one can help you when you feel this way only you can get out of it. float.
Ciara
falling, pain, end of all that is good and wonderful a feeling that nothing will ever be good in the world ever again. or the most famous sunken ship of all the titanic of which people are now naming their iPods in a sick joke to be a play on words mocking one of the greatest tragedies.
Heather
the ship is sinking. i’m on it. this ship is sinking and i can’t save myself. the world is crashing. the sea is meeting me and will keep me safe in the dark. the cold cold dark. i will be safe. at last.
Tracy
The boat was sinking. it was going to sink with her on it. what possesed her to go boating by herself. she knew the storm was coming. why did she intentionally ignore everything she was told. ‘i’m such an idiot.’
the sea. the deep deep sea. the deep blue sea. pool. the pools. dolphins. mermaids. creatures. the river. bodies. magical. sad. missing. treasure. blue. black. white.
taylor bowden.
I’m sinking into the bottom of the bathtub. I have my life vest on, but that’s not enough. Perhaps I should have brought my floaties. Blinking as I’m sinking. I can’t breathe, but I’m thinking this might be a dream. I’m wondering if this is just a terrible dream.
chanty
That sinking feeling again, “Oh god, what am I going to do?” she asked herself. This wasn’t her fault. It really wasn’t. but somehow it was. what had happened? How did she get into this mess? What was going to happen now? she needed to go see him.
Tristan
As if drowning didn’t steal my air supply enough-thinking of you in this moment makes the water rush faster into my lungs.
To be apart of your ocean, your world- oh, the things I would do.
Take me under faster, faster, faster. No more time to hesitate and breathe.
I have sunk.
Olivia E.
i usuallly think of the titanic. which then leads me to think about selena. and how tori and i are often unfair to her because we have become closer. thus, selena has become a sinking relationship, which i need to rescue. i also briefly thought of my job as a lifeguard.
Tabitha
I was sinking in the quick sand when out of nowhere came a man, rough looking and smelling as if he’d been lost in the woods for over a month, maybe even more than that. It was then that i realized I was alone, somewhere along the way I had lost the small dog that was following me along my way.
Stephanie Tew
The ship had begun to sink, and within all of her last moments, she cried a lost love name. “Farewell sea”!, as the ode to the sea sung a melody within her heart. The feeling of sinking was to her the feeling of being simply complete, complete with peace at knowing that this was it, and she hadn’t any interest at fighting it, rather than sinking she was floating down to a sea of dreams.
Renee Victoria
is likefelling the power of gravity at it best expression , its like mother nature wanting you, needing you sucking you to its inner layer of life, its water being the hand that grabs you and takes you
miguel
Drown. And then can’t breathe. My life. Something that I should continuously think about. But here I am, just floating. Move a little and I sink. So I stay in a place where I know I’m safe. Where I know I won’t drown and where I know I’ll live. So I stay… and don’t progress.
SHIN
Hold your breath. Prepare to go deep.
Rd
Ever slowly, i’m falling without a word. Water fills my lungs as i forget about all that once was. i can’t help but think about the good times. But i never wanted them, or even asked for them. So why were they mine? Things that I will never know, but it doesn’t matter now.
For a moment there was the sensation of sinking – the floor giving way beneath my feet, my throat pinched off, the world swimming before my eyes in a surreal haze. What was happening, I could not explain, though I knew it had something to do with the words the man had incanted under his breath. I was dumbstruck.
There was a ship sinking in the deep blue ocean. The captain who came ashore said that he had to sink it, for it was a cursed ship. Personally, the captain seemed a little nutty, like he had had one to many bottles of Rum. After I saw the ship turn green and disappear, I realized he was right… it was cursed.
Shelby
That sinking feeling, the one that starts in your gut and works its way up to your head, leaving behind a bitter trail of pain and heaviness. The end of everything starts when the other ends of your life no longer weave together. You’re drowning in it, this heaviness is too much to bare.
Liz
I feel like I’m sinking. down into the ocean, ever further. I cant tell if i like it or not. in the end, the feeling of being alone is one of my favorites. But at the same time, i can’t help but miss everything i loved.
Joe Galloway
I’ve been sinking for sometime now. As my lungs are filling with the water I’m breathing, I wonder when you’ll be here for me. My toes are grazing the sand at the bottom. You’re not coming, are you?
the titanic sank into the ocean. bread sinks when you roll it up in a ball, but not if you just leave it flat. the steam of the word sinking is sink, why is it called a sink? because the water sinks down? or did sink come first, then sinking came second? that’s probably what happened. sinking rhymes with thinking and shrinking. i can’t think of any other words it rhymes with.
blair bucci
I’m sinking like a stone in the sea. I’m burning like a bridge for your body.
Sinking. Its that feeling you get when you see that one person you wish you didn’t. The titanic sank. Sinking is better than drowning. Sink or swim.
Lola
sing and stik smelly and armonious, beautifull and ugly, repulsive and calmin, artistic and disgusting, rat and ainger, voice and smell, good and ba, ying and yang, WTF!!?!?!
Richard
to the pit of the ocean and seeing light shinning above and then darkness takes over and yet you can still see. no one can come to rescue you and then you are done… to the next life i can assure you , you will love it there… have no fear what lies ahead.
devin borg
this ship is going down
and so is this city
water fills our lungs
short lives are such a pity
hold you breath because the water is rising
youll never make it out no bother trying
Daniel Horst
ships titanic drowning life boats. feeling sadness dread fear foreboding feeling. losing. not yet lost. chance to save
abby
As I looked over the edge, all I could see was water. I didn’t even hear the splash. One moment it was here, and the next it was gone forever without a trace. And with my life sinking deeper into the unknown, I had to ask myself, ‘Why did I think playing with my wallet on a pier, on a windy day was a good idea?’
I’d rather be floating in the river somewhere than sinking into someone I’m not again. It’s hard to recover and pull my “self” up if I can’t remember where I started.
life spiraling downward in to a whirl wind.
unending rhythm.
unending pools of life.
Alexis
She felt like sinking into her own sadness and living there forever. As if she could drown in it. As if it would never go away. But she wondered what other people could sink into. Happiness? Anger? Maybe even humor? She never felt those things, so she could never know if they truly existed. She only felt sadness. Complete and utter sadness.
Lisa
Sinking, falling, diving into his destruction. He thunk, why do these drugs to this to him, he watched, as the fire light under the spoon, he cried as he put it to his nose, he wanted no part. But he was part.
QOS
The boat slowly sank below the surface of the water. Flames grew in the background as the city behind the tragic scene told its own sad tale. Screams filled the air, blood ran through the once clear water, and bodies were everywhere.
Chris
We’re all sinking. Sinking and watching ourselves float to the bottom, away from the surface. Away from our dog, our cat, our loyal fish that never fails to swim to the surface to greet us mid afternoon. Away from mommy and daddy and lover and brother and sister. They’re all watching us sink. And they don’t even know we’re drowning.
Kaitlin Nance
It was a feeling that hit me, deep inside my chest. The realization was slow, rolling, settling. Any way I felt it I could not simply deny. This was my life. This is what I had become. Ashamed couldn’t begin to cover it. Surprised, even, at myself.
Cady
I fall. There is no time. I can see my life flash by. But then I remember there is more to life than sinking. We can also think. We live. I am not alone in my sinking dilemma. We shall prevail when the world sees where we have been and we shall survive this drowning.
Ibrahim EL Kazaz
I hate the sinking feeling when you know you say something that you shouldnt have, I hate the sinking feeling of knowing you did something you werent supposed to, and love the sinking feeling of falling in love
Lilly
I’m in over my head–a slow descent. Too slow. Pulling at the air, which is disappearing. I don’t want to hear from you anymore.
I feel like I am sinking when i do nothing right, sinking until the daylight turns into night. Sinking into the murky blue water, going farther and farther under. Losing oxygen, sinking away from breathing and all that I know is natural to me.
i can’t really explain the feeling. it’s just something you have to experience for yourself. everything just seems to pull away like a thick ribbon from your chest. there’s no way to undo it. in a strange way i enjoy the solitude it brings.
falling alone in a lake full of sorrow and sadness. no one can help you when you feel this way only you can get out of it. float.
falling, pain, end of all that is good and wonderful a feeling that nothing will ever be good in the world ever again. or the most famous sunken ship of all the titanic of which people are now naming their iPods in a sick joke to be a play on words mocking one of the greatest tragedies.
the ship is sinking. i’m on it. this ship is sinking and i can’t save myself. the world is crashing. the sea is meeting me and will keep me safe in the dark. the cold cold dark. i will be safe. at last.
The boat was sinking. it was going to sink with her on it. what possesed her to go boating by herself. she knew the storm was coming. why did she intentionally ignore everything she was told. ‘i’m such an idiot.’
the sea. the deep deep sea. the deep blue sea. pool. the pools. dolphins. mermaids. creatures. the river. bodies. magical. sad. missing. treasure. blue. black. white.
I’m sinking into the bottom of the bathtub. I have my life vest on, but that’s not enough. Perhaps I should have brought my floaties. Blinking as I’m sinking. I can’t breathe, but I’m thinking this might be a dream. I’m wondering if this is just a terrible dream.
That sinking feeling again, “Oh god, what am I going to do?” she asked herself. This wasn’t her fault. It really wasn’t. but somehow it was. what had happened? How did she get into this mess? What was going to happen now? she needed to go see him.
As if drowning didn’t steal my air supply enough-thinking of you in this moment makes the water rush faster into my lungs.
To be apart of your ocean, your world- oh, the things I would do.
Take me under faster, faster, faster. No more time to hesitate and breathe.
I have sunk.
i usuallly think of the titanic. which then leads me to think about selena. and how tori and i are often unfair to her because we have become closer. thus, selena has become a sinking relationship, which i need to rescue. i also briefly thought of my job as a lifeguard.
I was sinking in the quick sand when out of nowhere came a man, rough looking and smelling as if he’d been lost in the woods for over a month, maybe even more than that. It was then that i realized I was alone, somewhere along the way I had lost the small dog that was following me along my way.
The ship had begun to sink, and within all of her last moments, she cried a lost love name. “Farewell sea”!, as the ode to the sea sung a melody within her heart. The feeling of sinking was to her the feeling of being simply complete, complete with peace at knowing that this was it, and she hadn’t any interest at fighting it, rather than sinking she was floating down to a sea of dreams.
is likefelling the power of gravity at it best expression , its like mother nature wanting you, needing you sucking you to its inner layer of life, its water being the hand that grabs you and takes you
Drown. And then can’t breathe. My life. Something that I should continuously think about. But here I am, just floating. Move a little and I sink. So I stay in a place where I know I’m safe. Where I know I won’t drown and where I know I’ll live. So I stay… and don’t progress.
Hold your breath. Prepare to go deep.
Ever slowly, i’m falling without a word. Water fills my lungs as i forget about all that once was. i can’t help but think about the good times. But i never wanted them, or even asked for them. So why were they mine? Things that I will never know, but it doesn’t matter now.
For a moment there was the sensation of sinking – the floor giving way beneath my feet, my throat pinched off, the world swimming before my eyes in a surreal haze. What was happening, I could not explain, though I knew it had something to do with the words the man had incanted under his breath. I was dumbstruck.
There was a ship sinking in the deep blue ocean. The captain who came ashore said that he had to sink it, for it was a cursed ship. Personally, the captain seemed a little nutty, like he had had one to many bottles of Rum. After I saw the ship turn green and disappear, I realized he was right… it was cursed.
That sinking feeling, the one that starts in your gut and works its way up to your head, leaving behind a bitter trail of pain and heaviness. The end of everything starts when the other ends of your life no longer weave together. You’re drowning in it, this heaviness is too much to bare.
I feel like I’m sinking. down into the ocean, ever further. I cant tell if i like it or not. in the end, the feeling of being alone is one of my favorites. But at the same time, i can’t help but miss everything i loved.
I’ve been sinking for sometime now. As my lungs are filling with the water I’m breathing, I wonder when you’ll be here for me. My toes are grazing the sand at the bottom. You’re not coming, are you?
the titanic sank into the ocean. bread sinks when you roll it up in a ball, but not if you just leave it flat. the steam of the word sinking is sink, why is it called a sink? because the water sinks down? or did sink come first, then sinking came second? that’s probably what happened. sinking rhymes with thinking and shrinking. i can’t think of any other words it rhymes with.
I’m sinking like a stone in the sea. I’m burning like a bridge for your body.
Sinking. Its that feeling you get when you see that one person you wish you didn’t. The titanic sank. Sinking is better than drowning. Sink or swim.
sing and stik smelly and armonious, beautifull and ugly, repulsive and calmin, artistic and disgusting, rat and ainger, voice and smell, good and ba, ying and yang, WTF!!?!?!
to the pit of the ocean and seeing light shinning above and then darkness takes over and yet you can still see. no one can come to rescue you and then you are done… to the next life i can assure you , you will love it there… have no fear what lies ahead.
this ship is going down
and so is this city
water fills our lungs
short lives are such a pity
hold you breath because the water is rising
youll never make it out no bother trying
ships titanic drowning life boats. feeling sadness dread fear foreboding feeling. losing. not yet lost. chance to save
As I looked over the edge, all I could see was water. I didn’t even hear the splash. One moment it was here, and the next it was gone forever without a trace. And with my life sinking deeper into the unknown, I had to ask myself, ‘Why did I think playing with my wallet on a pier, on a windy day was a good idea?’
I’d rather be floating in the river somewhere than sinking into someone I’m not again. It’s hard to recover and pull my “self” up if I can’t remember where I started.
life spiraling downward in to a whirl wind.
unending rhythm.
unending pools of life.
She felt like sinking into her own sadness and living there forever. As if she could drown in it. As if it would never go away. But she wondered what other people could sink into. Happiness? Anger? Maybe even humor? She never felt those things, so she could never know if they truly existed. She only felt sadness. Complete and utter sadness.
Sinking, falling, diving into his destruction. He thunk, why do these drugs to this to him, he watched, as the fire light under the spoon, he cried as he put it to his nose, he wanted no part. But he was part.
The boat slowly sank below the surface of the water. Flames grew in the background as the city behind the tragic scene told its own sad tale. Screams filled the air, blood ran through the once clear water, and bodies were everywhere.
We’re all sinking. Sinking and watching ourselves float to the bottom, away from the surface. Away from our dog, our cat, our loyal fish that never fails to swim to the surface to greet us mid afternoon. Away from mommy and daddy and lover and brother and sister. They’re all watching us sink. And they don’t even know we’re drowning.
It was a feeling that hit me, deep inside my chest. The realization was slow, rolling, settling. Any way I felt it I could not simply deny. This was my life. This is what I had become. Ashamed couldn’t begin to cover it. Surprised, even, at myself.
I fall. There is no time. I can see my life flash by. But then I remember there is more to life than sinking. We can also think. We live. I am not alone in my sinking dilemma. We shall prevail when the world sees where we have been and we shall survive this drowning.
I hate the sinking feeling when you know you say something that you shouldnt have, I hate the sinking feeling of knowing you did something you werent supposed to, and love the sinking feeling of falling in love
I’m in over my head–a slow descent. Too slow. Pulling at the air, which is disappearing. I don’t want to hear from you anymore.
I feel like I am sinking when i do nothing right, sinking until the daylight turns into night. Sinking into the murky blue water, going farther and farther under. Losing oxygen, sinking away from breathing and all that I know is natural to me.