i have this sinking feeling that i am not with the person that I love. in fact im currently with no one. But he is. i am not sure if hes who im supposed to be with. but i feel like… well, i dont know.
i know that somewhere in me i know… you see, im psychic.
but i dont want to know.
yeah.
thats it.
i dont want to know.
sinking. sinking back into where i never wanted to be again. over and over and over. never an escape. always sinking. sinking because i don’t know how to stop it and i’m not sure i even want to. sinking for no reason and sinking for every reason. sinking even though i told myself i would never be like her. never lose control and never stop caring and never be selfish. but here i am sinking. deeper. sinking.
Renée
i am on a ship i cannot breath it does not sink i cant feel my heart my soul my anything i am sailing sailing into nothing i dont know how or why what am i doing please help i am
sinking
kir
Sinking down the water, like a penny dropped in a pond in exchange for a wish. Or that sinking feeling of disappointment. Sometimes “sinking” could be a bad or good thing…
My boat begins to descend slowly into the ocean full of all her mysteriousness and wonder. My first instinct is to panic but, realizing how helpless I am, I give in and become overwhelmed with curiosity. I lay down in the floor of my small little vessel and close my eyes, cross my arms over my chest as I will soon know what death feels like floating among the sharks.
sinking like a stone
looking up to the veil
i want to see your face
take a breath
leave a breath
i’d give you my last
if i could
jennifer
i’m sinking. into the ground. sinking and falling. falling and sinking. where am i? what am i wearing? who am i with? nobody. i am alone. here in the dark, cold of my room. empty. and so cold. i could feel my toes trying to thaw themselves, but nothing is working. why can’t i move? what is holding me back?
Rachel Hutcherson
I was sinking.
Lower and lower into the depths the lake was grasping for my heart, grasping for my warm light my soul. I tried to resist but there was nothing to do but breath in the cold icy water, deep into my lungs.
Kreg
i think sinking is a word that defines a stage in peoples minds cus you can sumerge yourself into aparadise of ideas an elaborate
mauri rios
I was sinking. I still am. It’s just a matter of staying above the surface long enough to survive a bit longer. I’ve been going in and out of sadness all day. Sinking into my sadness before forcing myself out. It’s all a matter of what crosses my mind at just the right time to throw me off. I hate being like this, but I can’t help it. Packing for college makes me sad.
One day I decided that enough was enough. I was done. I walked down the wooden steps and slowly made my way across the cool sand. I peeled off my clothes and stepped in. I let the waves crash over me. I closed my eyes, and realized that I was finally sinking.
give me strength, darling.
this length will
pierce
your
soul.
i love the glinting of the knife
against your skin,
sweetheart.
death is nothing to be scared of.
rachel.
i just want to sink to the bottom with you, oh i just want to sink to the bottom with you. the ocean is big and blue, i just want to sink to the bottom with you
lyrics are beautiful
and i’m sinking with you <3
She dropped down to the floor. There was nothing she could do. As her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Life would be different now, and she’d have to get used to this sinking feeling.
Chelsea
asleep. dreaming of dying. no one ever tells you about life. but when your in the ocean. And you can no longer float. Your body starts to sink. You gasp for air but the water flows over you. Weights pull you down as you sink further into the deep blue sea. Sinking further into your misery.
What fishes were falling through the sulfur mist
Of the autumn candlewick, so slow now to find
Any remnants of how far or what strike
Or anything short of the prom night.
Anticipate something, always.
D
And wasn’t sure exactly when it was that I discovered I could not float. I moved my arms around me in placid circles, creating foam, wondering how many things would keep building up like this – but I was sinking, and somehow was also accepting it, along with its sinking feeling.
Sinking. One of my biggest fears. Sinking into the ocean. quick sand. a pool. Anything. Sinking and not being able to come up for air. Sinking as far as morals. Sinking so low, I do something I’ll later regret.
Al
Here I am. The water churns around me, an ebony stew of all my failures and misconceptions. Sodden wood begins to give below my feet. Do I struggle? I would much rather let myself fall, fall into the cold darkness and into a place of final relief.
Katie Schmarr
losing control fear falling behind pirates veggie talked sink sank sunk stink stank stunk the grinch who stole christmas oscar the grinch drowning not being able to come up for air let the bodies hit the floor mimes pantomime unonamous.
sinking. i already wrote about sinking once, didn’t i? is this an endless cycle? do we really never learn from our mistakes? or maybe history is just on repeat. not just for humanity in general, but for ourselves. everyone, on their own personal level, is always repeating their own mistakes. sinking again and again.
Deb
one time, I had this boat. It was so cool and boat-ish. I liked it because it was fun to take in the bath tub and pretend that it was full of people. THEN I SANK IT AND KILLED THEM ALL!
Derek
You dive deep into the sinking sea bottom and see something sparkling on the ocean floor. You swim deeper to have a better look. You reach for what sparkles and bring back an handful of diamonds. You gather all you can and go.
araceli
My moral goes down, along with my ego.
because that’s where you’ve taken my heart.
the depths of the trenches.. sinking, slowly.. slowly but surely.
breaking the soul that I somehow have left.
Can’t you see?
You’re still my motivation.
I’m still raw to the pain.
Can’t you still feel me?
Just tell me you’ll remember in the end.
I thrashed on my bed, flinging my blanket off. My blanket tangled between my legs, and I lay there trying to control my breathing. It’s three in the morning, and I still can’t sleep. I closed my eyes, trying to feel light like a feather. I mentally felt myself sinking in my mattress. A moment later, I slowly drifted off to darkness.
She stared out the window at all the people passing by, their voices rising up through the sticky humid night. It was late but the sinking feeling wouldn’t go away. She hoped it would eventually, but the night before and tonight it was still there. She refused to try to sleep until she was too exhausted to think, refusing to let her thoughts sink to where she can’t control them any more.
the sinking feeling you get when you lose something that you had been checking on all day. But then, once you find it in the hand you’ve been looking for it with, your heart lurches with joy.
bex
i feel myself letting go under a body of water. all my emotions bubbling out of me. im sinking. wait. not just sinking. drowning. i cant hear anything but the rumbling city above me. i feel as if these lasts few breaths will predict the rest of my last few moments left…
wheatley Crawley
sometimes college makes me feel like I’m sinking.
like i can’t breath
my relationship might be sinking.
i want to rise above it all.
i no longer want to sink.
hope
Jen
when someone falls down slowly into a liquidy surface. When someone is sucked down into something.
bex
I feel like I am sinking in quicksand. Even though my heart and my mind say “move forward”, my body does not comply. Ambivalence is a bad thing, especially when your current surroundings are so stifling. What is it going to take to get out of this hole?
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean, wishing you had air to breathe, losing hope as you realize that there is no possible way that you could ever swim to the surface. Air is escaping your lungs as you softly hit the sandy bottom of the ocean floor and collapse. You stop fighting and let the numbness take over. You sank and there’s nothing you can do now.
ally
This is the feeling I had the first few days after what happened that night. I knew things were never meant to be, but I never thought you would do something so horrible. It makes me wonder what else you did, but I guess I will never know, and I’m okay with that :)
I can’t explain the feeling, you must experience it for yourself. It’s as if a thick ribbon was pulled straight from my chest, with my lungs tied in a neat bow at the end. Yet somehow, in this drowned mess, a wave of comfort overwhelms me. Somehow, I know it will all be fine soon.
I was sinking ever slower. And as I began to fall all I could think was about concerned the mistakes I made and how I let them drag me down, sinking ever slower… when they could have helped me. Gave me the power to improve. Pushed me to do something other than fall, made me want to get up and fight that ever-sinking feeling.
Chan
“..Before you swim, you’ve gotta be ok to sink.” // Earth to bella-incubus. Best band ever. It inspires me so much.
into the depth of a spiral
center the cream – whipped soft
and turned into your thighs
the light spreads from beneath
the lamp
the rug shrugs
wanting
your doorbell nods it’s head
and today I am sojourn
today I am red blaze
Mel Harper
My first thought, of course, is about the Titanic. Not just the Cameron film, but the concept of the enormous luxury liner sinking beneath the waves like it was never there. Kinda scary when you think about it.
sinking into the sand, julia wondered how her life had come to this. Was it her decision to follow the strange characters that promised realms of untold riches, lands of snow and ice, lands of bright white light and glittering darkness? Now, she felt she was going to be lost in haze and heat and the dull press and sursurration of sand forever.
i have this sinking feeling that i am not with the person that I love. in fact im currently with no one. But he is. i am not sure if hes who im supposed to be with. but i feel like… well, i dont know.
i know that somewhere in me i know… you see, im psychic.
but i dont want to know.
yeah.
thats it.
i dont want to know.
sinking. sinking back into where i never wanted to be again. over and over and over. never an escape. always sinking. sinking because i don’t know how to stop it and i’m not sure i even want to. sinking for no reason and sinking for every reason. sinking even though i told myself i would never be like her. never lose control and never stop caring and never be selfish. but here i am sinking. deeper. sinking.
i am on a ship i cannot breath it does not sink i cant feel my heart my soul my anything i am sailing sailing into nothing i dont know how or why what am i doing please help i am
sinking
Sinking down the water, like a penny dropped in a pond in exchange for a wish. Or that sinking feeling of disappointment. Sometimes “sinking” could be a bad or good thing…
My boat begins to descend slowly into the ocean full of all her mysteriousness and wonder. My first instinct is to panic but, realizing how helpless I am, I give in and become overwhelmed with curiosity. I lay down in the floor of my small little vessel and close my eyes, cross my arms over my chest as I will soon know what death feels like floating among the sharks.
sinking like a stone
looking up to the veil
i want to see your face
take a breath
leave a breath
i’d give you my last
if i could
i’m sinking. into the ground. sinking and falling. falling and sinking. where am i? what am i wearing? who am i with? nobody. i am alone. here in the dark, cold of my room. empty. and so cold. i could feel my toes trying to thaw themselves, but nothing is working. why can’t i move? what is holding me back?
I was sinking.
Lower and lower into the depths the lake was grasping for my heart, grasping for my warm light my soul. I tried to resist but there was nothing to do but breath in the cold icy water, deep into my lungs.
i think sinking is a word that defines a stage in peoples minds cus you can sumerge yourself into aparadise of ideas an elaborate
I was sinking. I still am. It’s just a matter of staying above the surface long enough to survive a bit longer. I’ve been going in and out of sadness all day. Sinking into my sadness before forcing myself out. It’s all a matter of what crosses my mind at just the right time to throw me off. I hate being like this, but I can’t help it. Packing for college makes me sad.
One day I decided that enough was enough. I was done. I walked down the wooden steps and slowly made my way across the cool sand. I peeled off my clothes and stepped in. I let the waves crash over me. I closed my eyes, and realized that I was finally sinking.
i love sinking into you.
give me strength, darling.
this length will
pierce
your
soul.
i love the glinting of the knife
against your skin,
sweetheart.
death is nothing to be scared of.
i just want to sink to the bottom with you, oh i just want to sink to the bottom with you. the ocean is big and blue, i just want to sink to the bottom with you
lyrics are beautiful
and i’m sinking with you <3
She dropped down to the floor. There was nothing she could do. As her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Life would be different now, and she’d have to get used to this sinking feeling.
asleep. dreaming of dying. no one ever tells you about life. but when your in the ocean. And you can no longer float. Your body starts to sink. You gasp for air but the water flows over you. Weights pull you down as you sink further into the deep blue sea. Sinking further into your misery.
sinking into the nothing you made out of me.
What fishes were falling through the sulfur mist
Of the autumn candlewick, so slow now to find
Any remnants of how far or what strike
Or anything short of the prom night.
Anticipate something, always.
And wasn’t sure exactly when it was that I discovered I could not float. I moved my arms around me in placid circles, creating foam, wondering how many things would keep building up like this – but I was sinking, and somehow was also accepting it, along with its sinking feeling.
Sinking. One of my biggest fears. Sinking into the ocean. quick sand. a pool. Anything. Sinking and not being able to come up for air. Sinking as far as morals. Sinking so low, I do something I’ll later regret.
Here I am. The water churns around me, an ebony stew of all my failures and misconceptions. Sodden wood begins to give below my feet. Do I struggle? I would much rather let myself fall, fall into the cold darkness and into a place of final relief.
losing control fear falling behind pirates veggie talked sink sank sunk stink stank stunk the grinch who stole christmas oscar the grinch drowning not being able to come up for air let the bodies hit the floor mimes pantomime unonamous.
sinking. i already wrote about sinking once, didn’t i? is this an endless cycle? do we really never learn from our mistakes? or maybe history is just on repeat. not just for humanity in general, but for ourselves. everyone, on their own personal level, is always repeating their own mistakes. sinking again and again.
one time, I had this boat. It was so cool and boat-ish. I liked it because it was fun to take in the bath tub and pretend that it was full of people. THEN I SANK IT AND KILLED THEM ALL!
You dive deep into the sinking sea bottom and see something sparkling on the ocean floor. You swim deeper to have a better look. You reach for what sparkles and bring back an handful of diamonds. You gather all you can and go.
My moral goes down, along with my ego.
because that’s where you’ve taken my heart.
the depths of the trenches.. sinking, slowly.. slowly but surely.
breaking the soul that I somehow have left.
Can’t you see?
You’re still my motivation.
I’m still raw to the pain.
Can’t you still feel me?
Just tell me you’ll remember in the end.
I thrashed on my bed, flinging my blanket off. My blanket tangled between my legs, and I lay there trying to control my breathing. It’s three in the morning, and I still can’t sleep. I closed my eyes, trying to feel light like a feather. I mentally felt myself sinking in my mattress. A moment later, I slowly drifted off to darkness.
She stared out the window at all the people passing by, their voices rising up through the sticky humid night. It was late but the sinking feeling wouldn’t go away. She hoped it would eventually, but the night before and tonight it was still there. She refused to try to sleep until she was too exhausted to think, refusing to let her thoughts sink to where she can’t control them any more.
the sinking feeling you get when you lose something that you had been checking on all day. But then, once you find it in the hand you’ve been looking for it with, your heart lurches with joy.
i feel myself letting go under a body of water. all my emotions bubbling out of me. im sinking. wait. not just sinking. drowning. i cant hear anything but the rumbling city above me. i feel as if these lasts few breaths will predict the rest of my last few moments left…
sometimes college makes me feel like I’m sinking.
like i can’t breath
my relationship might be sinking.
i want to rise above it all.
i no longer want to sink.
hope
when someone falls down slowly into a liquidy surface. When someone is sucked down into something.
I feel like I am sinking in quicksand. Even though my heart and my mind say “move forward”, my body does not comply. Ambivalence is a bad thing, especially when your current surroundings are so stifling. What is it going to take to get out of this hole?
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean, wishing you had air to breathe, losing hope as you realize that there is no possible way that you could ever swim to the surface. Air is escaping your lungs as you softly hit the sandy bottom of the ocean floor and collapse. You stop fighting and let the numbness take over. You sank and there’s nothing you can do now.
This is the feeling I had the first few days after what happened that night. I knew things were never meant to be, but I never thought you would do something so horrible. It makes me wonder what else you did, but I guess I will never know, and I’m okay with that :)
I can’t explain the feeling, you must experience it for yourself. It’s as if a thick ribbon was pulled straight from my chest, with my lungs tied in a neat bow at the end. Yet somehow, in this drowned mess, a wave of comfort overwhelms me. Somehow, I know it will all be fine soon.
I was sinking ever slower. And as I began to fall all I could think was about concerned the mistakes I made and how I let them drag me down, sinking ever slower… when they could have helped me. Gave me the power to improve. Pushed me to do something other than fall, made me want to get up and fight that ever-sinking feeling.
“..Before you swim, you’ve gotta be ok to sink.” // Earth to bella-incubus. Best band ever. It inspires me so much.
into the depth of a spiral
center the cream – whipped soft
and turned into your thighs
the light spreads from beneath
the lamp
the rug shrugs
wanting
your doorbell nods it’s head
and today I am sojourn
today I am red blaze
My first thought, of course, is about the Titanic. Not just the Cameron film, but the concept of the enormous luxury liner sinking beneath the waves like it was never there. Kinda scary when you think about it.
sinking into the sand, julia wondered how her life had come to this. Was it her decision to follow the strange characters that promised realms of untold riches, lands of snow and ice, lands of bright white light and glittering darkness? Now, she felt she was going to be lost in haze and heat and the dull press and sursurration of sand forever.