A lot of people associate sinking with drowning. Something negative. Falling, dying, crashing, burning. But what about sinking into a freshly cleaned down comforter? That’s the kind of sinking I like to think about. Sinking into a sea of lavender-scented sheets.
Lexi
i am sinking in pool of water with no way out and i want my mommy right now i cant help but realize but i am in a kiddy pool under a fat guys booty and i cant breathe so i bight him and he faRTS!!!
raynia
sinking, thinking, why am i drinking. Dreaming, never seeing, Whats real? whats your deal? Im stuck, cause now im drunk. Things do seem to suck. stuck in another expensive rut
ariel Friesner
in every time i try to swim in the world of amazement i start sinking toward the bottom of imagination which would always bring out the best of things !
mohamed
I was sinking into oblivion when I realized that I something about this feeling felt quite familiar. Was I having amnesia?
Crystal Carter
Sinking is like fallng into something, without being able to stop. like in quicksand, or in water. or sinking into sin.
\I’m sinking in an ocean of thoughts and there is no saving me tonight. What I want and what I need are two different things. The problem is that I’m jumping one boat to another and hence, falling in the process. Can you blame me for wanting to drown then?
The truth is beginning to sink in and soak up,
Even as it rains down from the sky
It evaporates again in a never ending circle
Sinking, swimming, raining, evaporating.
Mr. Cole
Sinking.
Sinking.
Sinking.
I was drowning.
I can’t breathe.
Help.
Help!
HELP!
I wake up sweating. The dream again. Again. It’s always that dream. The same one every night. It’s always me, drowning in a huge body of water. I can’t save myself and there’s no one around to save me.
Sinking into an abyss of emotions that are wandering aimlessly through my mind. Can’t move. can’t breath. can’t speak. Falling deeper and deeper and deeper.
Euge
I get this sinking feeling at times that I will always be alone, never to find that love God has meant for me to find. I can only pray he will find me.
Mary Lou Wynegar
Sinking, alas we have come to a point in our life where the inevitable is upon us. The boat was struck at 5 hours past midnight and I’m afraid we have reached a point where it no longer matters who lives or dies. It’s all upon us now, death will be slow, I can hardly bare the suspense.
Ryan G
I feel like I’m sinking into a void of eternity and that there will be no way out once I reach the bottom, a clearly impossible end since it is eternal. The void will carry my soul and mind away from me forever and it might not let me be the same person that I am ever again. Sinking deeper and deeper into this void.
Dirty Dizzle
im drowning in my own thoughts so deep into what i need verses what i want. im sinking into the fact that i love you and am being pulled down by the want of that new life inside of me that beautiful piece of you that i can protect. i want it but it would only make me drown in my outside world. my future would sink along with me.
Mary McBurnie
The yellow toy boat finds its way at the bottom of the pool. The little boy just stares with big, blue eyes as he knows that his toy is gone for ever. Down to the deep depths of the pool, at least until mommy gets home.
like a ship to the bottom of the sea. It sort of feels like floating, but in the wrong direction
Karen
i already got this word but i closed the window. i wrote about drowning since thats the only thing i can associate the word with sinking. anyways what i wrote last time is that since i dont know how to swim i am extremely scared of drowning and sinking to the very bottom of the ocean. i am terrified of the feeling of water filling up my lungs instead of air.
Roselyn
Jumping from sink to sink in a bathroom show. As dangerous as caving, but without the safety equipment.
Damo
The boat is sinking, drowning in the empty space that we call the sea. The enormous everlasting sea. The blank surface, empty of meaning and time, it outlives millions of decades, everlasting and always there, the monster that have eaten more than any war ever could.
Linnea
i have often wondered how it must feel to be in a sinking ship. i know about sinking feelings and sinking little boats. it must create a sinking feeling in your heart and in your mind when you realise that the boat you are on is sinking… sinking.. sinking.. deeper and deeper.. just sinking away and there’s not much you can do about a sinking ship is there now? if it’s sinking it’s sinking.
vabrienda
When I see you, I get this sinking feeling in my stomach. As if I was on a boat in the sea, and you creep up and tip it. And all at once I’m in the water and I’m sinking, and I cant breathe, and its all because of you.
lauren
Sinking down I go into the depths into the dark the unknown. Will I make it .
. Will I love it. Will I go unnoticed I sink I fall everything goes dark.
Tia metzger
this shallow reality, this fallen identity, no more fooling myself, just sinking ..away, down, forever.
Rohit
like the sinking feeling in your stomach? as in the one I currently have as finals week approaches next week and I’m definitely not getting an A in this vertebrate biology class and the whole purpose of taking this class to boost my GPA will then be moot? yeah, I’m familiar with that sensation.
Samana
sinking the titanic. it’s so scary to think that so any people died because of one stupid person. I mean really. I feel so bad, because they said it was guranteed that it wouldn’t sink. But it did. And thanks to their un-accurate so many lives were lost.
I named my ipod titanic, so when i synced it, , i felt like a hero.
I mean I can imagine many ways of sinking. You could sink to the bottom of a pool, river, or the ocean. Even though the boyancy and everything pushes you up.
Sinking is pretty scary in my opinion.
Ash
I am on a ship.
The ship pushes past the dark, glistening waves of the ocean. I am standing on this vessel with my fellow crew members. Suddenly, there is a huge “thump” and our ship crashes into the reef.
Water fills the deck. We all frantically run to and fro, searching for an escape plan, certainly this is not how I want to die. There’s a life boat close to where I am currently standing. I sprint as fast as a human possibly can, and hop into the raft. I scream, “Everyone, get on the boat!” A rush of people come straight towards me, though few make it in before the threatening waves engulf them. The survivors lower the raft into the ocean, and paddle away as we watch what was once our ship, sinking.
Stephanie
Bubbles float from my lips
up to the surface.
Pockets of air escaping
quickly.
I’m sinking
drowning
smiling.
I am sinking in a pool layered in transcendent mist. I can my legs begin to float away. It is calling, the driver. He opens the door. I asked how far is it to the central park?
jeremy
Sinking into the abyss of the dark waters of her soul, she cried out in pain as the realization of what had happened hit her full on. She was alone. She was unloved. She was betrayed. The only thing that she could not figure out was why and thus the despair of the unsolved questions tortured her mind and spirit. What could she do, but mourn the loss of everything?
Elizabeth
Sinking is when you are in the water in a vessel, a ship or some kind of boat and due to a storm, coral reef hit or something, it no longer stays afloat, and therefore goes to the bottom of the ocean, sea, lake, etc.
Cristian
Sinking in a vast bowl of pudding, the ant struggles with emense will to survive. I see the ant and it’s will to live and help it out of the pudding the ant lands on the ground and crawls away. Is the ant grateful? Will someone be there to see me and help me when I’m “sinking in pudding”?
Taylor
Sitting on top of the world. Growing into myself. Watching the grandness of everything. I love that there are so many possibilities in life, so many choices. It helps me over come that feeling of sinking, sinking into the mundane.
sinking like dense cold air beneath the heat
sinking like titanic, a sarcastic joke from the Man above
sinking six feet into the deep
it all ends when you hit the trough
diana
The sinking feeling in my stomach wouldn’t go away as I glanced into the hallway closet. Inside, there was two body bags. I couldn’t make myself forget how they got there, it was too fresh.
Veronica Villalobos
Relax. Turn off your mind and go downstream.
The mantra was stuck in the lady’s mind like a broken record player. She made her body float against the harsh rapids with a smile on her face.
I’m free.
I’m relax.
She was finally content in her life.
the cool breeze tickled my cheek as i looked out into the ocean for the last time. i seemed alone as everyone shouted and ran in thrills of panic, and the huge dresses billowed in the wind. i knew i was never to make it out alive. the freezing waters seemed to laugh at us as it threatened, and i wished i could see my friends back home one more time. here it was, the unsinkable plunging us to our deaths. i could not even ponder how this could have happened on the titanic of all places. all i knew, was that i was going to die.
cori
Sinking beneath the thoughts that lace my brain within these walls of trembling fear. I am slowly coming up for air, feeling heavy, tired, I rest under the waves and sleep. Perhaps this is the real nature of my existence.
cry baby
to drown in a sea of sorrow and never be able to breathe life into your hollowed lungs again. To be full of doubt and weight and know that you are right along with so many people in this world that can change but won’t. To be at the bottom looking up know that you can be at the top only if you tried your very very best.
Kat
Sinking into the depths of the sea. Darkness covers me; no sight of the sun. All civilization gone.
Then, I see it. The coral and beauty of the under sea. Life. Bright lights. Light that escaped.
mmm sssooo eeemm
A lot of people associate sinking with drowning. Something negative. Falling, dying, crashing, burning. But what about sinking into a freshly cleaned down comforter? That’s the kind of sinking I like to think about. Sinking into a sea of lavender-scented sheets.
i am sinking in pool of water with no way out and i want my mommy right now i cant help but realize but i am in a kiddy pool under a fat guys booty and i cant breathe so i bight him and he faRTS!!!
sinking, thinking, why am i drinking. Dreaming, never seeing, Whats real? whats your deal? Im stuck, cause now im drunk. Things do seem to suck. stuck in another expensive rut
in every time i try to swim in the world of amazement i start sinking toward the bottom of imagination which would always bring out the best of things !
I was sinking into oblivion when I realized that I something about this feeling felt quite familiar. Was I having amnesia?
Sinking is like fallng into something, without being able to stop. like in quicksand, or in water. or sinking into sin.
\I’m sinking in an ocean of thoughts and there is no saving me tonight. What I want and what I need are two different things. The problem is that I’m jumping one boat to another and hence, falling in the process. Can you blame me for wanting to drown then?
Sinking in an ocean on everything….
The truth is beginning to sink in and soak up,
Even as it rains down from the sky
It evaporates again in a never ending circle
Sinking, swimming, raining, evaporating.
Sinking.
Sinking.
Sinking.
I was drowning.
I can’t breathe.
Help.
Help!
HELP!
I wake up sweating. The dream again. Again. It’s always that dream. The same one every night. It’s always me, drowning in a huge body of water. I can’t save myself and there’s no one around to save me.
Sinking into an abyss of emotions that are wandering aimlessly through my mind. Can’t move. can’t breath. can’t speak. Falling deeper and deeper and deeper.
I get this sinking feeling at times that I will always be alone, never to find that love God has meant for me to find. I can only pray he will find me.
Sinking, alas we have come to a point in our life where the inevitable is upon us. The boat was struck at 5 hours past midnight and I’m afraid we have reached a point where it no longer matters who lives or dies. It’s all upon us now, death will be slow, I can hardly bare the suspense.
I feel like I’m sinking into a void of eternity and that there will be no way out once I reach the bottom, a clearly impossible end since it is eternal. The void will carry my soul and mind away from me forever and it might not let me be the same person that I am ever again. Sinking deeper and deeper into this void.
im drowning in my own thoughts so deep into what i need verses what i want. im sinking into the fact that i love you and am being pulled down by the want of that new life inside of me that beautiful piece of you that i can protect. i want it but it would only make me drown in my outside world. my future would sink along with me.
The yellow toy boat finds its way at the bottom of the pool. The little boy just stares with big, blue eyes as he knows that his toy is gone for ever. Down to the deep depths of the pool, at least until mommy gets home.
like a ship to the bottom of the sea. It sort of feels like floating, but in the wrong direction
i already got this word but i closed the window. i wrote about drowning since thats the only thing i can associate the word with sinking. anyways what i wrote last time is that since i dont know how to swim i am extremely scared of drowning and sinking to the very bottom of the ocean. i am terrified of the feeling of water filling up my lungs instead of air.
Jumping from sink to sink in a bathroom show. As dangerous as caving, but without the safety equipment.
The boat is sinking, drowning in the empty space that we call the sea. The enormous everlasting sea. The blank surface, empty of meaning and time, it outlives millions of decades, everlasting and always there, the monster that have eaten more than any war ever could.
i have often wondered how it must feel to be in a sinking ship. i know about sinking feelings and sinking little boats. it must create a sinking feeling in your heart and in your mind when you realise that the boat you are on is sinking… sinking.. sinking.. deeper and deeper.. just sinking away and there’s not much you can do about a sinking ship is there now? if it’s sinking it’s sinking.
When I see you, I get this sinking feeling in my stomach. As if I was on a boat in the sea, and you creep up and tip it. And all at once I’m in the water and I’m sinking, and I cant breathe, and its all because of you.
Sinking down I go into the depths into the dark the unknown. Will I make it .
. Will I love it. Will I go unnoticed I sink I fall everything goes dark.
this shallow reality, this fallen identity, no more fooling myself, just sinking ..away, down, forever.
like the sinking feeling in your stomach? as in the one I currently have as finals week approaches next week and I’m definitely not getting an A in this vertebrate biology class and the whole purpose of taking this class to boost my GPA will then be moot? yeah, I’m familiar with that sensation.
sinking the titanic. it’s so scary to think that so any people died because of one stupid person. I mean really. I feel so bad, because they said it was guranteed that it wouldn’t sink. But it did. And thanks to their un-accurate so many lives were lost.
I named my ipod titanic, so when i synced it, , i felt like a hero.
I mean I can imagine many ways of sinking. You could sink to the bottom of a pool, river, or the ocean. Even though the boyancy and everything pushes you up.
Sinking is pretty scary in my opinion.
I am on a ship.
The ship pushes past the dark, glistening waves of the ocean. I am standing on this vessel with my fellow crew members. Suddenly, there is a huge “thump” and our ship crashes into the reef.
Water fills the deck. We all frantically run to and fro, searching for an escape plan, certainly this is not how I want to die. There’s a life boat close to where I am currently standing. I sprint as fast as a human possibly can, and hop into the raft. I scream, “Everyone, get on the boat!” A rush of people come straight towards me, though few make it in before the threatening waves engulf them. The survivors lower the raft into the ocean, and paddle away as we watch what was once our ship, sinking.
Bubbles float from my lips
up to the surface.
Pockets of air escaping
quickly.
I’m sinking
drowning
smiling.
I am sinking in a pool layered in transcendent mist. I can my legs begin to float away. It is calling, the driver. He opens the door. I asked how far is it to the central park?
Sinking into the abyss of the dark waters of her soul, she cried out in pain as the realization of what had happened hit her full on. She was alone. She was unloved. She was betrayed. The only thing that she could not figure out was why and thus the despair of the unsolved questions tortured her mind and spirit. What could she do, but mourn the loss of everything?
Sinking is when you are in the water in a vessel, a ship or some kind of boat and due to a storm, coral reef hit or something, it no longer stays afloat, and therefore goes to the bottom of the ocean, sea, lake, etc.
Sinking in a vast bowl of pudding, the ant struggles with emense will to survive. I see the ant and it’s will to live and help it out of the pudding the ant lands on the ground and crawls away. Is the ant grateful? Will someone be there to see me and help me when I’m “sinking in pudding”?
Sitting on top of the world. Growing into myself. Watching the grandness of everything. I love that there are so many possibilities in life, so many choices. It helps me over come that feeling of sinking, sinking into the mundane.
sinking like dense cold air beneath the heat
sinking like titanic, a sarcastic joke from the Man above
sinking six feet into the deep
it all ends when you hit the trough
The sinking feeling in my stomach wouldn’t go away as I glanced into the hallway closet. Inside, there was two body bags. I couldn’t make myself forget how they got there, it was too fresh.
Relax. Turn off your mind and go downstream.
The mantra was stuck in the lady’s mind like a broken record player. She made her body float against the harsh rapids with a smile on her face.
I’m free.
I’m relax.
She was finally content in her life.
the cool breeze tickled my cheek as i looked out into the ocean for the last time. i seemed alone as everyone shouted and ran in thrills of panic, and the huge dresses billowed in the wind. i knew i was never to make it out alive. the freezing waters seemed to laugh at us as it threatened, and i wished i could see my friends back home one more time. here it was, the unsinkable plunging us to our deaths. i could not even ponder how this could have happened on the titanic of all places. all i knew, was that i was going to die.
Sinking beneath the thoughts that lace my brain within these walls of trembling fear. I am slowly coming up for air, feeling heavy, tired, I rest under the waves and sleep. Perhaps this is the real nature of my existence.
to drown in a sea of sorrow and never be able to breathe life into your hollowed lungs again. To be full of doubt and weight and know that you are right along with so many people in this world that can change but won’t. To be at the bottom looking up know that you can be at the top only if you tried your very very best.
Sinking into the depths of the sea. Darkness covers me; no sight of the sun. All civilization gone.
Then, I see it. The coral and beauty of the under sea. Life. Bright lights. Light that escaped.