hands overhead. pushed somewhere between covers, down comforter plush and the nape of your neck. i could die there, suffocating, breathing you in.
charlotte
I began to suffocate as I thought of having to go back to school. I’m not sure why that is my first emotion..How can a single thought cause suffocation?
mo
I felt myself suffocating in the black emptiness. It clouded around me, pushing at my sides, at my face, crushing my chest. My mouth went dry, as if the darkness had crept between my lips.
Nikki
Uhhh, ihh, that’s something unpleasant. Why do I get this word? I wanted a nicer word. :-(.
Anyways. Makes me thing of torture. and murder. iii, I hope time’s up.
jack
in the water you are drowning, in a car like a cat. dipped into the salty blue and nothing more but darkness going down and down, pressed up against the glass.
emily
Hard. Difficulties. Water. Slow. Emphysema. This is not my main choice of dying but it’s better than some, however maybe you don’t even die from this every time. Perhaps it is just the process of dying from lack of air… that doesn’t mean you have to die in order for it to be suffocation.!
Taiyler
the words you say
in silence
the pressure
you keep pushing me
and then
pulling away
and all of it
every day
all of it…
suffocates
?
this poem sucks :(
Suffocating wisdom wakes me from my slumber. Dare I try to shrug it off for another hour’s rest? It will not let me. I must sneak into the other room and mark down these gems while they are still within my grasp. I hope they will be as wise come morning’s light.
Janice Lind
It is my worst fear, to suffocate. I think that would be the worst way to go, just struggling for breath. Maybe that’s why people say they are suffocating in relationships? They just can’t get out and keep trying but it makes no difference.
Lauren
feel the pillow on his face taking away all the air from his lungs as it is pushed down, who ever was applying the pressure to the pillow was as strong as an ox, and he didn’t the strength to fight back, it was all going black
izzybee
I think suffocation would be one of the worst ways to die. Like drowning under a pile of pillows, not even being able to scream… not for the claustrophobic.
Jas
Suffocate I used to think of this as just plainly running out of air…frowning, being smothered. Now I know what it is really is I am suffocating in this life day in and day out the something nothing ever changes besides everyone around me.
Allison
not being able to breath. sticking your head inside of a plastic bag. gasping for breath but not getting an ounce of oxygen. being choked to death and your heart stopping. drowning underwater.
jek
Papa Roach
maclove
asthama patients suffocate almost every night.sometimes among hypocritic people i suffocate. the most suffocating feeling comes in delhi trafic.led me to puke once. it i s the most helpless feeling when you feel you cannot breath. something i your stomch begins to convulse and a helples feeling emerges.i read in a book book that when you drown in wateer it is like suffocating to death but your brain never dies.. you are in full consciousness of the whole process of dying.
inesha
it makes me nervous to think of this word…suffering…pain…and then the end.
lb
i suffocate myself.
ticiane
I have never almost sufocated but I have certainly been choked up before. My styrongest memory of being close to suffocation comes to me in a childhood memory on the play gym gear at primary school. Horror movies are always more intense when there is a sufocation scene involved. I remember losing my breath when I got hit in the niose by an auusie rules footy in year 3 but thats the closest I hve come.
Noone I have known has ever suffocated but I saw a guy at the pu b the other day who dropped a fart so bad that he made a girl throw up her schnitzel dinner it was quite dramatic and entertaining.
David Trim
When I have an exam I always suffocated with my self and with othres persons. I really want to stay focus in the thinks that I really want but I am very nervous.
pepe
sand and fabric, layers and layers. over and over, like layers of the earth, entrapping my breath, entrapping me. breathless. my mother. that boyfriend you can never entirely lose touch with.
oola
I noticed that the color red just makes me suffocate. There is a pain in my heart. Not breathing, not seeing, just suffocating.
Bianca
suffocate. no breath. like a hanging. noose round your neck as you jumped for a better purpose. like the end of a Brave New World. death is the answer but is life the question. suffocate. cloth, water, fire, smoke, breasts. All of them are alternatives.
Ted K
carolina suffocates me as she wont let me talk to her. and, she is also a skank.
Ella
I’m sitting in an armchair and all of a sudden i start crying.
Why?
Because there’s something heavy about the air.
The humidity is suffocating me.
It’s so fucking hot, and the tea is mildly cold.
The air is not moving, and teh ox=ygen is drying thin.
ella
Study for your GRE. Go to med school. Do better in school. Be more careful. Lose some weight. Make yourself look better. All these expectations. They don’t leave me enough room to breathe.
Annie
death to everyone
crime
heaven
hell
kill
pillow
plastic bag
hatred
passion
desire
kinky
Emily
I’m suffocating under the weight of my thoughts.
Molly
Nicht wissen wie weiter und nicht weiter d
Pim
I thought I would suffocate. It wasn’t at all funmny being locked in this old cuypboaord. Stewie thought it would be a gas to shove me in and tell nan that I’d gone dowen the -pa-0rk for a kick of the footy. Truth be told it was kind of cosy for a while, but no wi was getting panicky about the lack of air or any sound from ny sadiastic brother or nan or anyone representing the outside world. That’s when I heard a low moan beside me in the dark. And I thought Id’ been snuglnig up to some linen thoughtlessly stoed here a few months back. Who the fuck was I sharing my abode with? Do I ywell? Do I pretend I’m not here? Do I offer too help this obvioulsy paoned stranger? Whaty the fuck are youj doing in my wardrobe, I thought. This is my clasutrophobia.
Scott McInnes
the sensation that you can not breath, how I feel when there are too many people around me… when a place is becoming smaller than before and you feel that everything is falling above you, and you want to scream
Karla
I WILL suffocate watching the media suck the life out of LIFE! You attract more bees with honey than vinegar!
Christine
the feeling of vacuumed life inhaled to the minuscule breadth of life. and love. that too.
S
u
f
f
o
c
a
te
once
I opened my eyes, feeling the darkness trying to suffocate me as I struggled from beneath the blankets. The switch for the lamp escaped my fumbling fingers, and the water glass, nearly full, crashed to the hardwood floor as I finally managed to turn on the lamp.
Kim
I’m sitting doing something everyday and ordinary and suddenly it hits me that you don’t want me anymore and I can’t breathe, a sledgehammer to the chest, I’m suffocating
Gasping in air that doesn’t give me what I need
It doesn’t give me you
bee.
dying people in plastic bags. walmart shopping bags. trash bags. choking people can do the trick too. although really recommend plastic bags or piano wire. that always works
simone
suffocate
James
breathe help me breathe it happened so long ago i can’t quite remember it just the sensation of my mother pulling something over on me and i have been recreating it unconsciously ever since. i am freee of it now. i brethe on my own now. it didn’t kill me the blanket. i make a parachute out of it. it’s over thank god. its over.
shri
Don’t breathe. Don’t think about it. If you move, it will see you. Don’t make a sound. Don’t breathe.
Laurel
he suffocates me with his decisions. Once i think i’m past him i am proven wrong by feeling overwhelmed by his stupid actions. stupid stupid ridiciously stupid actions.
lara
don’t suffocate!
it’s better just to wish your problems away!
now with a money-back garantee you can own your own magic ballon machine to carry you off in to the air! $10.99 + shipping and handling.
hands overhead. pushed somewhere between covers, down comforter plush and the nape of your neck. i could die there, suffocating, breathing you in.
I began to suffocate as I thought of having to go back to school. I’m not sure why that is my first emotion..How can a single thought cause suffocation?
I felt myself suffocating in the black emptiness. It clouded around me, pushing at my sides, at my face, crushing my chest. My mouth went dry, as if the darkness had crept between my lips.
Uhhh, ihh, that’s something unpleasant. Why do I get this word? I wanted a nicer word. :-(.
Anyways. Makes me thing of torture. and murder. iii, I hope time’s up.
in the water you are drowning, in a car like a cat. dipped into the salty blue and nothing more but darkness going down and down, pressed up against the glass.
Hard. Difficulties. Water. Slow. Emphysema. This is not my main choice of dying but it’s better than some, however maybe you don’t even die from this every time. Perhaps it is just the process of dying from lack of air… that doesn’t mean you have to die in order for it to be suffocation.!
the words you say
in silence
the pressure
you keep pushing me
and then
pulling away
and all of it
every day
all of it…
suffocates
?
Suffocating wisdom wakes me from my slumber. Dare I try to shrug it off for another hour’s rest? It will not let me. I must sneak into the other room and mark down these gems while they are still within my grasp. I hope they will be as wise come morning’s light.
It is my worst fear, to suffocate. I think that would be the worst way to go, just struggling for breath. Maybe that’s why people say they are suffocating in relationships? They just can’t get out and keep trying but it makes no difference.
feel the pillow on his face taking away all the air from his lungs as it is pushed down, who ever was applying the pressure to the pillow was as strong as an ox, and he didn’t the strength to fight back, it was all going black
I think suffocation would be one of the worst ways to die. Like drowning under a pile of pillows, not even being able to scream… not for the claustrophobic.
Suffocate I used to think of this as just plainly running out of air…frowning, being smothered. Now I know what it is really is I am suffocating in this life day in and day out the something nothing ever changes besides everyone around me.
not being able to breath. sticking your head inside of a plastic bag. gasping for breath but not getting an ounce of oxygen. being choked to death and your heart stopping. drowning underwater.
Papa Roach
asthama patients suffocate almost every night.sometimes among hypocritic people i suffocate. the most suffocating feeling comes in delhi trafic.led me to puke once. it i s the most helpless feeling when you feel you cannot breath. something i your stomch begins to convulse and a helples feeling emerges.i read in a book book that when you drown in wateer it is like suffocating to death but your brain never dies.. you are in full consciousness of the whole process of dying.
it makes me nervous to think of this word…suffering…pain…and then the end.
i suffocate myself.
I have never almost sufocated but I have certainly been choked up before. My styrongest memory of being close to suffocation comes to me in a childhood memory on the play gym gear at primary school. Horror movies are always more intense when there is a sufocation scene involved. I remember losing my breath when I got hit in the niose by an auusie rules footy in year 3 but thats the closest I hve come.
Noone I have known has ever suffocated but I saw a guy at the pu b the other day who dropped a fart so bad that he made a girl throw up her schnitzel dinner it was quite dramatic and entertaining.
When I have an exam I always suffocated with my self and with othres persons. I really want to stay focus in the thinks that I really want but I am very nervous.
sand and fabric, layers and layers. over and over, like layers of the earth, entrapping my breath, entrapping me. breathless. my mother. that boyfriend you can never entirely lose touch with.
I noticed that the color red just makes me suffocate. There is a pain in my heart. Not breathing, not seeing, just suffocating.
suffocate. no breath. like a hanging. noose round your neck as you jumped for a better purpose. like the end of a Brave New World. death is the answer but is life the question. suffocate. cloth, water, fire, smoke, breasts. All of them are alternatives.
carolina suffocates me as she wont let me talk to her. and, she is also a skank.
I’m sitting in an armchair and all of a sudden i start crying.
Why?
Because there’s something heavy about the air.
The humidity is suffocating me.
It’s so fucking hot, and the tea is mildly cold.
The air is not moving, and teh ox=ygen is drying thin.
Study for your GRE. Go to med school. Do better in school. Be more careful. Lose some weight. Make yourself look better. All these expectations. They don’t leave me enough room to breathe.
death to everyone
crime
heaven
hell
kill
pillow
plastic bag
hatred
passion
desire
kinky
I’m suffocating under the weight of my thoughts.
Nicht wissen wie weiter und nicht weiter d
I thought I would suffocate. It wasn’t at all funmny being locked in this old cuypboaord. Stewie thought it would be a gas to shove me in and tell nan that I’d gone dowen the -pa-0rk for a kick of the footy. Truth be told it was kind of cosy for a while, but no wi was getting panicky about the lack of air or any sound from ny sadiastic brother or nan or anyone representing the outside world. That’s when I heard a low moan beside me in the dark. And I thought Id’ been snuglnig up to some linen thoughtlessly stoed here a few months back. Who the fuck was I sharing my abode with? Do I ywell? Do I pretend I’m not here? Do I offer too help this obvioulsy paoned stranger? Whaty the fuck are youj doing in my wardrobe, I thought. This is my clasutrophobia.
the sensation that you can not breath, how I feel when there are too many people around me… when a place is becoming smaller than before and you feel that everything is falling above you, and you want to scream
I WILL suffocate watching the media suck the life out of LIFE! You attract more bees with honey than vinegar!
the feeling of vacuumed life inhaled to the minuscule breadth of life. and love. that too.
S
u
f
f
o
c
a
te
I opened my eyes, feeling the darkness trying to suffocate me as I struggled from beneath the blankets. The switch for the lamp escaped my fumbling fingers, and the water glass, nearly full, crashed to the hardwood floor as I finally managed to turn on the lamp.
I’m sitting doing something everyday and ordinary and suddenly it hits me that you don’t want me anymore and I can’t breathe, a sledgehammer to the chest, I’m suffocating
Gasping in air that doesn’t give me what I need
It doesn’t give me you
dying people in plastic bags. walmart shopping bags. trash bags. choking people can do the trick too. although really recommend plastic bags or piano wire. that always works
suffocate
breathe help me breathe it happened so long ago i can’t quite remember it just the sensation of my mother pulling something over on me and i have been recreating it unconsciously ever since. i am freee of it now. i brethe on my own now. it didn’t kill me the blanket. i make a parachute out of it. it’s over thank god. its over.
Don’t breathe. Don’t think about it. If you move, it will see you. Don’t make a sound. Don’t breathe.
he suffocates me with his decisions. Once i think i’m past him i am proven wrong by feeling overwhelmed by his stupid actions. stupid stupid ridiciously stupid actions.
don’t suffocate!
it’s better just to wish your problems away!
now with a money-back garantee you can own your own magic ballon machine to carry you off in to the air! $10.99 + shipping and handling.