IT IS QUITE A RELAXING FEELING,. BUT WHEN IT IS QUICKSAND I GUESS THE ONLY WAY TO MAXIMISE YOUR CHANCE OF SURVIVAL IS TO LIE FLAT AND REMAIN CALM. HOPEFULLY SOMEONE WILL COME TO YOUR AID. iT IS MUCH EASIER TO NOT SINK WHEN YOU ARE IN SALT WATER. I FOUND THIS OUT IN TURKEY WHEN I WAS ON HOLIDAY EARLIER THIS YEAR. I JUMPED OF A BOAT AND TREADED WATER. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE. NOT AT ALL A SINKING FEELING! HAHA I MADE A FUNNY!
STU
I am sinking my teeth on a steak. This stake is full of protein. Protein is the building blocks of building muscle. Muscle means getting stronger. So forgive me, but I must be sinking my fangs on your flesh. Your demise means my survival. I am sorry that Mother Nature did not brief you on the rules” I bite, you hurt.
I had not talked to you for a couple of weeks after you broke up with me. Your version of breaking up was basically telling me and letting me down “easy.” It’s not you and its me! you said. I saw you walking after class and you were obviously going to an intended location. Your feet were guiding your tight jeans and long hair persona to a classroom full of prospects. And when you saw me, I noticed you. Your heart sank and your body shook violently. Why? Because you did not want to run into me. I saved face and asked you how you were only to hear a pathetic response. And your face gave it away. You hated me. Or perhaps you hated the moment. I turned around and let you admire my tight ass and back as I walked away on you mid sentence. My heart was sinking but there was no way in hell I would let you see that.
I have sixty seconds to hopefully write something smart about this word: Sinking. The truth is that sinking fucking sucks. Who in the world could ever write something witty and revealing about this God-forsaken world. If you sink, you are dying. Sinking means you are finished. I sink every time I look at you and your eyes look back but never really lock.
One day I was out on my boat, and it began sinking, there was nothing I could do to save myself. I felt my lungs filling up with water. It was the most painful experience I had ever felt. I was thinking about my family and how I would never see them again. I floated up and watched myself die.
Courtney Pascoe
I am sinking in this abyss of thoughts of bewilderness. My hollow heart is slowly sinking away for her love, as I keep falling for it. Sinking away…everyday.
Why is my heart sinking in her love? I feel like Titanic, on her maiden voyage. For I am in my maiden voyage too, my maiden voyage of love, but my love like Titanic is sinking.
Prajwal Timalsena
water, the sea, sinking into oblivion, sinking in your sleep, stuck in the mud, i want out, help me, fainting, sinking into love, falling slowly, sinking into the pillow, night time, mellow
Holly
Through the black, inky depths of my mind, I sink
Deep into recesses I never knew I had
Deep, I sink
to think
and bleed out what I find there in black ink on white page
pulling out everything I have to somehow feel something
to belong
somewhere
Sinking into blood, guts, pain
I never knew I had this tucked away
Repressed memories and places I never knew I was
i’m falling into the dark depths of what? I don’t even know all i know is there’s no time to gather my thoughts or take in wahats flashing by me. I could be drowning or maybe i’m not actually sinking maybe I’m just so ovewhellemed I havn’t noticed I’m rising up towards the heavens.
cass
My world around me is coming down. People cant seem to not hold grudges any more. Get over it and stop sinking my ship. stop drowning me in your problems.
the feeling I have from inside myself. I’t constant, and relentless consuming the very depths of my soul. My mentality about life and relationships seems to be intwined with this word and I can’t seem to escape it’s grasp.
Dan
The penguins watched as the boat sank. The people on the boat were bailing water out, but the water flowed incessantly through the hole in the bottom. Stupid iceberg. Why wasn’t the captain watching? And still, those heartless penguins looked on, and they watched as the boat rose up into the air and split into two. Thousands died that night. This is not the true story of the Titanic.
scary. death. i feel like i am drowning and that i wont be able to escape. there is a weight on the bottom of my leg. i wont be getting out. i can hear the water bubbling around me. im going to die. this reminds me of a nightmare i once had. would i rather burn or drown??
andrea
The boat is floating, but only just. There’s a hole in the bottom. Buckets are pulled out and water is thrown over board, but the amount of water coming in through the hole is quadruple that going out of the boat. The boat is sinking. There’s no one to save it. It’s in the middle of the ocean. The penguins stand off on their iceberg watching the boat sink. Finally, the boat sinks and the penguins carry on being penguins, and not a fuck was given for the rest of the day.
muppet
sinking boat in my mind in darkness drowning no one knows because a sinking thing makes no noise no one can hear something sinking yet it still sinks it sinks deep down where the light cannot reach and all around is darkness and quiet how do you deal with the dark and the quiet
connie
when you feel the water rise above your ankles, in sheer realization that venice is sinking, don’t panic. grab your gondola, and we’ll cannon down the canal, leaving in our wake hesitant ripples and fish wondering whatever was it that struck them.
when at night
i lie down on the pillow
reading with the light of the street
sipping from a glass of wine
i sink down in my mind
and find rest
dette
kjdfjjhfuj
gisela
I am sinking into the ocean of your eyes. It is so deep, but I like it. I think i’m in love with you. I am sinking and you too. We both are enjoying our journey of our life. You and I together. And then we are sinking into the depth of the world. That’s it.
Samantha
sinking ships are the best. they don’t leave much to do yet leave a lot to one’s imagination. what was the story behind it? who did what? what lives are ending with it. Not necessarily onboard but yes who all it impacts them and how? What all sinks with it
Hareem Sumbul
well i do have this sinking feeling every time i am sitting on the roof of my building. i feel like the whole world around me is an illusion and that i am falling very very slowly..floating almost to the bottom of an abyss. that is in fact the feeling i get every time i am sitting on the roof of my building.
eesha
the feeling you get when life tumbles quietly or loudly away from you. falling forever but subdued by the weight of everything around you, the pressure of the world crushing you deep under, with a weight that is heavier than the air you breathe. catch, release, hold. sinking is helplessness combined with foresight.
Xan
Sometimes I feel like I’m sinking. I hit my peak a few years ago, and now, nothing really seems to be going REALLY well for me. I’m doing fine, good, even, but I’d prefer “great”.
I was sinking. Fast. And no one was going to save me. Because I’ve done so many horrible things to everyone I’ve loved. I was lying thinking that the drugs didn’t hurt me. But they did. And now I’m sinking.
Nicole
That sinking feeling is still lingering, in spite of the arrival, at last, of the magnificent August winds, which have a tendency to lift things up and temporarily push worries and cares aside.
The blood drained from his checks and his mouth watered, that sinking feeling in his stomach like he’d just gone over a bump in the back of a car and his organs were yet to rearrange themselves in the right order.
Rory
I am sinking in this workd of corrporates.
Manjunath
Nie no może tym razem pozytywnie. Trafiony statek zatonął. Ważne aby nie nasz. Wygrana bitwa to jeszcze nie wygrana wojna. Ale zawsze jeden krok bliżej. Niestety jak nie wyjadę to utonę. Chociaż ze dwa dni. Inaczej to będzie mój statek. Nie titanic, ale może mała barka.
Tonę. Tak się czuję. Jak bym tonął. Brakuje mi tchu. Wakacje się kończą. Kończy się ładna pogoda, a przynajmniej szansa na to aby popływać w morzu czy poserfować. I co? Teraz znowu trzeba czekać kolejny rok?
i have a sinking feeling that canada wont accept me, that’ll ruin my chance for shambhala !!!
Hope not ! Please Dont !
Jammy
i can feel the water and the blue and the cold. it isn’t chaotic and it doesn’t sound like white noise. it’s just quiet and serene and almost silence, except for the drums in my ears. 2 beats over and over and over again. they cut through the chill and remind me.
That sinking feeling was back. She didnt know how or why, but it was there. In the pit of her stomach and slowly going down. It was as if she swallowed an anchor, heavy and huge. She usually blamed these bouts on despair, but with a new oue,she on life, she knew it was from something else.
sinking? or rising Jimmy didnt know. What Jimmy did know was that he was running out of time! 60 seconds was not long enough for him to come up with something coherent or spelled correctly.
we’re all sinking. endlessly. but what do you scream, say, whisper when you hit the bottom?
different things. that’s the problem.
different excuses.
nb
the ship was sinking! Albertio had only a few seconds to do something about it! Quickly he ran to the boiler room only to find himself sinking! Plummeting down through the ship in an improbable circumstance. After sinking through the ship he found himself floating in the ocean.
luke
The boat was sinkinfg in the gray murky waters. Se looked over the edge, wishing she had worn her life vest. A sinking feeling filled her thoughts with dread. She knew she couldn’t swim. She had learned the dead man’s float when she was seven, but after that one bad episode in the pool, she never returned to the water again. A her mind churned…..whT to do? What to do? Then, as if sent directly from God above, a flash of lightening showed her the way. To her left was a small island I. The middle of the lake. Surely she could float there. She dipped her toe in the icy churning water and prayed the storm would end soon. just as she was about to climb out, she herd a sound “Beeeeccca…..Becccccaaaaa. Please get up. It’s time for school. “.
IT IS QUITE A RELAXING FEELING,. BUT WHEN IT IS QUICKSAND I GUESS THE ONLY WAY TO MAXIMISE YOUR CHANCE OF SURVIVAL IS TO LIE FLAT AND REMAIN CALM. HOPEFULLY SOMEONE WILL COME TO YOUR AID. iT IS MUCH EASIER TO NOT SINK WHEN YOU ARE IN SALT WATER. I FOUND THIS OUT IN TURKEY WHEN I WAS ON HOLIDAY EARLIER THIS YEAR. I JUMPED OF A BOAT AND TREADED WATER. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE. NOT AT ALL A SINKING FEELING! HAHA I MADE A FUNNY!
I am sinking my teeth on a steak. This stake is full of protein. Protein is the building blocks of building muscle. Muscle means getting stronger. So forgive me, but I must be sinking my fangs on your flesh. Your demise means my survival. I am sorry that Mother Nature did not brief you on the rules” I bite, you hurt.
I had not talked to you for a couple of weeks after you broke up with me. Your version of breaking up was basically telling me and letting me down “easy.” It’s not you and its me! you said. I saw you walking after class and you were obviously going to an intended location. Your feet were guiding your tight jeans and long hair persona to a classroom full of prospects. And when you saw me, I noticed you. Your heart sank and your body shook violently. Why? Because you did not want to run into me. I saved face and asked you how you were only to hear a pathetic response. And your face gave it away. You hated me. Or perhaps you hated the moment. I turned around and let you admire my tight ass and back as I walked away on you mid sentence. My heart was sinking but there was no way in hell I would let you see that.
I have sixty seconds to hopefully write something smart about this word: Sinking. The truth is that sinking fucking sucks. Who in the world could ever write something witty and revealing about this God-forsaken world. If you sink, you are dying. Sinking means you are finished. I sink every time I look at you and your eyes look back but never really lock.
falling, falling, falling, drowning under the weight
sinking lower and lower … the sky disappears
drowning
One day I was out on my boat, and it began sinking, there was nothing I could do to save myself. I felt my lungs filling up with water. It was the most painful experience I had ever felt. I was thinking about my family and how I would never see them again. I floated up and watched myself die.
I am sinking in this abyss of thoughts of bewilderness. My hollow heart is slowly sinking away for her love, as I keep falling for it. Sinking away…everyday.
Why is my heart sinking in her love? I feel like Titanic, on her maiden voyage. For I am in my maiden voyage too, my maiden voyage of love, but my love like Titanic is sinking.
water, the sea, sinking into oblivion, sinking in your sleep, stuck in the mud, i want out, help me, fainting, sinking into love, falling slowly, sinking into the pillow, night time, mellow
Through the black, inky depths of my mind, I sink
Deep into recesses I never knew I had
Deep, I sink
to think
and bleed out what I find there in black ink on white page
pulling out everything I have to somehow feel something
to belong
somewhere
Sinking into blood, guts, pain
I never knew I had this tucked away
Repressed memories and places I never knew I was
i was sinking into a deep sleep until the stupid phone rang and woke me up. after that i was awake all night thinking.
i’m falling into the dark depths of what? I don’t even know all i know is there’s no time to gather my thoughts or take in wahats flashing by me. I could be drowning or maybe i’m not actually sinking maybe I’m just so ovewhellemed I havn’t noticed I’m rising up towards the heavens.
My world around me is coming down. People cant seem to not hold grudges any more. Get over it and stop sinking my ship. stop drowning me in your problems.
the feeling I have from inside myself. I’t constant, and relentless consuming the very depths of my soul. My mentality about life and relationships seems to be intwined with this word and I can’t seem to escape it’s grasp.
The penguins watched as the boat sank. The people on the boat were bailing water out, but the water flowed incessantly through the hole in the bottom. Stupid iceberg. Why wasn’t the captain watching? And still, those heartless penguins looked on, and they watched as the boat rose up into the air and split into two. Thousands died that night. This is not the true story of the Titanic.
scary. death. i feel like i am drowning and that i wont be able to escape. there is a weight on the bottom of my leg. i wont be getting out. i can hear the water bubbling around me. im going to die. this reminds me of a nightmare i once had. would i rather burn or drown??
The boat is floating, but only just. There’s a hole in the bottom. Buckets are pulled out and water is thrown over board, but the amount of water coming in through the hole is quadruple that going out of the boat. The boat is sinking. There’s no one to save it. It’s in the middle of the ocean. The penguins stand off on their iceberg watching the boat sink. Finally, the boat sinks and the penguins carry on being penguins, and not a fuck was given for the rest of the day.
sinking boat in my mind in darkness drowning no one knows because a sinking thing makes no noise no one can hear something sinking yet it still sinks it sinks deep down where the light cannot reach and all around is darkness and quiet how do you deal with the dark and the quiet
when you feel the water rise above your ankles, in sheer realization that venice is sinking, don’t panic. grab your gondola, and we’ll cannon down the canal, leaving in our wake hesitant ripples and fish wondering whatever was it that struck them.
when at night
i lie down on the pillow
reading with the light of the street
sipping from a glass of wine
i sink down in my mind
and find rest
kjdfjjhfuj
I am sinking into the ocean of your eyes. It is so deep, but I like it. I think i’m in love with you. I am sinking and you too. We both are enjoying our journey of our life. You and I together. And then we are sinking into the depth of the world. That’s it.
sinking ships are the best. they don’t leave much to do yet leave a lot to one’s imagination. what was the story behind it? who did what? what lives are ending with it. Not necessarily onboard but yes who all it impacts them and how? What all sinks with it
well i do have this sinking feeling every time i am sitting on the roof of my building. i feel like the whole world around me is an illusion and that i am falling very very slowly..floating almost to the bottom of an abyss. that is in fact the feeling i get every time i am sitting on the roof of my building.
the feeling you get when life tumbles quietly or loudly away from you. falling forever but subdued by the weight of everything around you, the pressure of the world crushing you deep under, with a weight that is heavier than the air you breathe. catch, release, hold. sinking is helplessness combined with foresight.
Sometimes I feel like I’m sinking. I hit my peak a few years ago, and now, nothing really seems to be going REALLY well for me. I’m doing fine, good, even, but I’d prefer “great”.
I was sinking. Fast. And no one was going to save me. Because I’ve done so many horrible things to everyone I’ve loved. I was lying thinking that the drugs didn’t hurt me. But they did. And now I’m sinking.
That sinking feeling is still lingering, in spite of the arrival, at last, of the magnificent August winds, which have a tendency to lift things up and temporarily push worries and cares aside.
The blood drained from his checks and his mouth watered, that sinking feeling in his stomach like he’d just gone over a bump in the back of a car and his organs were yet to rearrange themselves in the right order.
I am sinking in this workd of corrporates.
Nie no może tym razem pozytywnie. Trafiony statek zatonął. Ważne aby nie nasz. Wygrana bitwa to jeszcze nie wygrana wojna. Ale zawsze jeden krok bliżej. Niestety jak nie wyjadę to utonę. Chociaż ze dwa dni. Inaczej to będzie mój statek. Nie titanic, ale może mała barka.
Tonę. Tak się czuję. Jak bym tonął. Brakuje mi tchu. Wakacje się kończą. Kończy się ładna pogoda, a przynajmniej szansa na to aby popływać w morzu czy poserfować. I co? Teraz znowu trzeba czekać kolejny rok?
i have a sinking feeling that canada wont accept me, that’ll ruin my chance for shambhala !!!
Hope not ! Please Dont !
i can feel the water and the blue and the cold. it isn’t chaotic and it doesn’t sound like white noise. it’s just quiet and serene and almost silence, except for the drums in my ears. 2 beats over and over and over again. they cut through the chill and remind me.
That sinking feeling was back. She didnt know how or why, but it was there. In the pit of her stomach and slowly going down. It was as if she swallowed an anchor, heavy and huge. She usually blamed these bouts on despair, but with a new oue,she on life, she knew it was from something else.
I wrote once or even twice before about this word … please gimme another one
sinking? or rising Jimmy didnt know. What Jimmy did know was that he was running out of time! 60 seconds was not long enough for him to come up with something coherent or spelled correctly.
sinking or thinking .. i believe two r the same…
we’re all sinking. endlessly. but what do you scream, say, whisper when you hit the bottom?
different things. that’s the problem.
different excuses.
the ship was sinking! Albertio had only a few seconds to do something about it! Quickly he ran to the boiler room only to find himself sinking! Plummeting down through the ship in an improbable circumstance. After sinking through the ship he found himself floating in the ocean.
The boat was sinkinfg in the gray murky waters. Se looked over the edge, wishing she had worn her life vest. A sinking feeling filled her thoughts with dread. She knew she couldn’t swim. She had learned the dead man’s float when she was seven, but after that one bad episode in the pool, she never returned to the water again. A her mind churned…..whT to do? What to do? Then, as if sent directly from God above, a flash of lightening showed her the way. To her left was a small island I. The middle of the lake. Surely she could float there. She dipped her toe in the icy churning water and prayed the storm would end soon. just as she was about to climb out, she herd a sound “Beeeeccca…..Becccccaaaaa. Please get up. It’s time for school. “.