the film covered the top of the bowl. Trapped inside, the air became thinner and thinner. Each lungful sapped away precious oxygen. Soon I began blacking out, drifting into unconsciousness.
hank
He had his arms around her; her neck, and her waist. Her legs were struggling against his hold, her breath rasping in short amounts. The room was small. And dusty, dark, and hoary. Nobody dared enter. She fought for air, and attacked her attacker, she bit him hard.
Steph
As time passed I realized that the air in the shuttle was slowly venting into space. I knew that unless I acted quickly I would run out of oxygen.
Gregg
i feel like my job is gonna suffocate me. it is such a shitty job but some one has to do it. its like drowning – its the same sensation, suffocating, not breathing, the terror followed by the eternal calm….peace, quiet……for ever……eternity! Suffocate slowely…..
Janine
i am dying here it is crushing me and I cannot survive everything I have ever known will be lost because I am dying fading away am a nothing a tiny wisp of life…dead….
poseidon444
It
Magnus
i breathed through the cloth sucking on the last one of air lacking to drift through my nose. gasping for breath i tore seductively at the cloth and it died
alanna
I can’t breathe, you’re smothering me. Leave me alone, you’ll never really love me. Just treat me like you always do, and leave me here to rot without you. You don’t know what you mean to me.
nothing.
I once cared for you, but now you’re nothing but death, hurrying towards me, in the form of no room to breathe.
Christopher
Can you imagine suffocating? I think that would be the worst way to die. Knowing that you need something so vital as air… and struggling to take a breath. Then not being able to take one. You try to breathe in, and nothing’s there. Like knowing that you are going to be gone and having to watch it.
chen
the blanket to heavy, the heat too intense. A winters morning stuck in the snow. . All the people surrounding, encroaching upon my space..what little space there is. Night. the sun setting..light becoming diluted, the muggy heat descending to the ground biting at my flip flops.
Erika Jayne
I don’t know what I was thinking. She needed to get out of my life. I was grabbing on to the pillow as hard as I could. I was thinking about softly squeezing the life out of her. It was a sudden rush. A rush of clarity in my head. I was feeling free. I decided not to do it. I was proud, and sad. And happy. It was a good day!
Philip C
ahhh i would be so scared, i cant even imagine how that would feeel. i feel sorry for anybody who lost anyone this way.
steve
its the process the way to that is so painful and lack of clairty, air and the growing numbness. But then from the outside its a task, a hideous duty of sorts.
Danilo Gerlo
I was suffocating without him…..dying. It was only 12 hours until I would see him, but I could do nothing but dread the hours and hours of missing him. It caused me pain, the emotional and physical kind. That’s when I knew I loved him; when i would not live without him.
Anna
suffocation is a great way to quit breathing. without the ability to suffocate, there may be more humans and animals alive today. one day, i hope to suffocate something other than my penis. =/
daniel
TO STOP BREATHING WOULD MEAN THAT I HAVE TO STOP THINKING
NEVER STOP BREATHING BECAUSE YOU WOULD STOP LOVING
BREATH
BREATH FOR ME
OR ELSE I WILL SUFFOCATE
fin
It may be that water drowns, but the environment in the city suffocates. Remind yourself that your mother in law loves you, and that she will always support your newly created union… And you will still feel suffocated by her grasp.
Martin
It suffocates me, teh constant impulse to hold your hand, the incessant need to look at you. But you’re never out of my sight, not even when you’re away from me. You’re never out of my mind, because I hold you in my heart. And sometimes, I yell to get out of the trance, but no one else hears my screams. Only you can suffocate me like this.
Rosceline
I would never want to die under water the thought of not being able to breathe frightens me I’m not claustrophobic or anything, I can handle small spaces but anything that threatens to cut off my air supply entirely frightens me I’m not afraid of pillows just drowning water has absolutely no air
alrecia
i can’t breathe
gasping, gasping
i claw at my throat frantically
at those impervious fingers
covered in long black hair
that are determined to take away
me.
my last thought is the irony of it all
i, who have robbed so many of their lives
i hope st. peter likes me
as my eyes go fuzzy
then dark.
billy bob thorton
I suffocate to hold back words. I don’t want to hurt those around me, so I choose not to breath. I can’t bite my tounge, I can’t ignor my own thoughts, so the only chance I have is to stop breathing all together.
Kiwi
I was in a black box surrounded by nothing but darkenss. To suffocate in a black box is a horrible thing. No air, no light, no room, just a dark confined emptiness.
Kathy
not being able to breath, someone taking away my oxygen. My mother in a wooden box, being lowered into the earth. The lack of oxygen that was associated with that. I have plenty; its so hard to grab. I gasp, again, again. Its there. I can see it in the air.
steven
he died the way he lived
at the bottom of a lake
kevin boots
breath is a good thing and I’m fairly sure that I want to keep mine but not waste it. i will only talk when its needed. my opinion i mean. or when i feel strongly about something. breath is valuable. extremely. obviously. and everyone should use my advice. use it wisely.
brandi
to suffocate is to lose air. without air you suffocate, and the very air that kept you alive is no longer in you, but without you.
pete
It’s easy to feel suffocated, and it’s easy to make someone feel suffocated in a relationship. The trick is to give your partner space, and support them in what they do.
Emily
Suffocating emptiness leaves a whole in my lungs
Fills up the space with nothing and no one
Where something and someone should be
Here giving me advice and a hand to hold.
Andrew
when i can’t breathe i put blueberries in my mouth and roll them around on my tongue, squishing them between the roof of my mouth, and sometimes i drink champagne and the bubbles explode and i breath alcoholic oxygen
sophie
my tonsils are in the way. i breathe in to no avail. i breathe out, sputtering like a car on it’s last limb. you won’t take them out. you won’t allow me to get the tune up i need. my tonsils block my air. tonsillitis.
Chronic
wow…what an awful feeling this would be. To feel the air being blocked from going into your lungs. To feel yourself gasping, writhing for life itself. Would you be wondering if these were your last moments on earth? Would your life flash before your eyes? Amazing how such a word conjures up the vilest of feelings. I hope that I never have to feel what it is to suffocate. I hope that I never have to gasp for any breath.
Cheryl Williams
I gasped for air, pulling at his hands. If I pulled hard enough, I could suck in a little bit of air, but it killed my throat. I never tho
Kelsey
breathing is harder as you age,
thinking of the shortness of life,
the shrinking length of your days
Memories you have are memories well kept,
The glory of life
the obscurity of death
The simple act of breathing is seldom noted as a wish,
riches, fame, power
to hold, to love, to kiss
But if only to breathe; such a beautiful sensation,
mused the rich man hooked to machines
preventing his suffocation
Tommy "Canvas" Smith
to choke
esh
closed around his neck, the attackers hands grew clammy quickly. his face became engorged with the blood that normally kept him alive, but that was now slowly filling his lungs. a slow painful death was
jack conolly
closed around his neck, the attackers hands grew clammy quickly. his face became engorged with the blood that normally kept him alive, but that was now slowly filling his lungs. a slow painful death was
jack conolly
He felt suffocated. He glanced around, looking through the mirrored glass. The old woman sat back down next to him. “They’ll turn you over tomorrow” she muttered. He didn’t respond, he just sat there hating himself. But maybe, he hated her more.
ducksoup
i felt the
air leaving your lungs
and I couldn’t stop
myself from taking
a simple pleasure in the fact
that you were gone.
(with the angels)
and with Him.
But I’m still sad-
and a little bit broken
as I watched the rope rund your neck.
Forgive me my insecurites
and bring me salvation.
Courtney
To breath so deeply but yet not have enough,
time to take in this life, this passing day
the clock drips on and we are left
nothing but a shadow
a curse
a dream
to suffocate
Sandon Weber
To breath so deeply but yet not have enough,
time to take in this life, this passing day
the clock drips on and we are left
the film covered the top of the bowl. Trapped inside, the air became thinner and thinner. Each lungful sapped away precious oxygen. Soon I began blacking out, drifting into unconsciousness.
He had his arms around her; her neck, and her waist. Her legs were struggling against his hold, her breath rasping in short amounts. The room was small. And dusty, dark, and hoary. Nobody dared enter. She fought for air, and attacked her attacker, she bit him hard.
As time passed I realized that the air in the shuttle was slowly venting into space. I knew that unless I acted quickly I would run out of oxygen.
i feel like my job is gonna suffocate me. it is such a shitty job but some one has to do it. its like drowning – its the same sensation, suffocating, not breathing, the terror followed by the eternal calm….peace, quiet……for ever……eternity! Suffocate slowely…..
i am dying here it is crushing me and I cannot survive everything I have ever known will be lost because I am dying fading away am a nothing a tiny wisp of life…dead….
It
i breathed through the cloth sucking on the last one of air lacking to drift through my nose. gasping for breath i tore seductively at the cloth and it died
I can’t breathe, you’re smothering me. Leave me alone, you’ll never really love me. Just treat me like you always do, and leave me here to rot without you. You don’t know what you mean to me.
nothing.
I once cared for you, but now you’re nothing but death, hurrying towards me, in the form of no room to breathe.
Can you imagine suffocating? I think that would be the worst way to die. Knowing that you need something so vital as air… and struggling to take a breath. Then not being able to take one. You try to breathe in, and nothing’s there. Like knowing that you are going to be gone and having to watch it.
the blanket to heavy, the heat too intense. A winters morning stuck in the snow. . All the people surrounding, encroaching upon my space..what little space there is. Night. the sun setting..light becoming diluted, the muggy heat descending to the ground biting at my flip flops.
I don’t know what I was thinking. She needed to get out of my life. I was grabbing on to the pillow as hard as I could. I was thinking about softly squeezing the life out of her. It was a sudden rush. A rush of clarity in my head. I was feeling free. I decided not to do it. I was proud, and sad. And happy. It was a good day!
ahhh i would be so scared, i cant even imagine how that would feeel. i feel sorry for anybody who lost anyone this way.
its the process the way to that is so painful and lack of clairty, air and the growing numbness. But then from the outside its a task, a hideous duty of sorts.
I was suffocating without him…..dying. It was only 12 hours until I would see him, but I could do nothing but dread the hours and hours of missing him. It caused me pain, the emotional and physical kind. That’s when I knew I loved him; when i would not live without him.
suffocation is a great way to quit breathing. without the ability to suffocate, there may be more humans and animals alive today. one day, i hope to suffocate something other than my penis. =/
TO STOP BREATHING WOULD MEAN THAT I HAVE TO STOP THINKING
NEVER STOP BREATHING BECAUSE YOU WOULD STOP LOVING
BREATH
BREATH FOR ME
OR ELSE I WILL SUFFOCATE
It may be that water drowns, but the environment in the city suffocates. Remind yourself that your mother in law loves you, and that she will always support your newly created union… And you will still feel suffocated by her grasp.
It suffocates me, teh constant impulse to hold your hand, the incessant need to look at you. But you’re never out of my sight, not even when you’re away from me. You’re never out of my mind, because I hold you in my heart. And sometimes, I yell to get out of the trance, but no one else hears my screams. Only you can suffocate me like this.
I would never want to die under water the thought of not being able to breathe frightens me I’m not claustrophobic or anything, I can handle small spaces but anything that threatens to cut off my air supply entirely frightens me I’m not afraid of pillows just drowning water has absolutely no air
i can’t breathe
gasping, gasping
i claw at my throat frantically
at those impervious fingers
covered in long black hair
that are determined to take away
me.
my last thought is the irony of it all
i, who have robbed so many of their lives
i hope st. peter likes me
as my eyes go fuzzy
then dark.
I suffocate to hold back words. I don’t want to hurt those around me, so I choose not to breath. I can’t bite my tounge, I can’t ignor my own thoughts, so the only chance I have is to stop breathing all together.
I was in a black box surrounded by nothing but darkenss. To suffocate in a black box is a horrible thing. No air, no light, no room, just a dark confined emptiness.
not being able to breath, someone taking away my oxygen. My mother in a wooden box, being lowered into the earth. The lack of oxygen that was associated with that. I have plenty; its so hard to grab. I gasp, again, again. Its there. I can see it in the air.
he died the way he lived
at the bottom of a lake
breath is a good thing and I’m fairly sure that I want to keep mine but not waste it. i will only talk when its needed. my opinion i mean. or when i feel strongly about something. breath is valuable. extremely. obviously. and everyone should use my advice. use it wisely.
to suffocate is to lose air. without air you suffocate, and the very air that kept you alive is no longer in you, but without you.
It’s easy to feel suffocated, and it’s easy to make someone feel suffocated in a relationship. The trick is to give your partner space, and support them in what they do.
Suffocating emptiness leaves a whole in my lungs
Fills up the space with nothing and no one
Where something and someone should be
Here giving me advice and a hand to hold.
when i can’t breathe i put blueberries in my mouth and roll them around on my tongue, squishing them between the roof of my mouth, and sometimes i drink champagne and the bubbles explode and i breath alcoholic oxygen
my tonsils are in the way. i breathe in to no avail. i breathe out, sputtering like a car on it’s last limb. you won’t take them out. you won’t allow me to get the tune up i need. my tonsils block my air. tonsillitis.
wow…what an awful feeling this would be. To feel the air being blocked from going into your lungs. To feel yourself gasping, writhing for life itself. Would you be wondering if these were your last moments on earth? Would your life flash before your eyes? Amazing how such a word conjures up the vilest of feelings. I hope that I never have to feel what it is to suffocate. I hope that I never have to gasp for any breath.
I gasped for air, pulling at his hands. If I pulled hard enough, I could suck in a little bit of air, but it killed my throat. I never tho
breathing is harder as you age,
thinking of the shortness of life,
the shrinking length of your days
Memories you have are memories well kept,
The glory of life
the obscurity of death
The simple act of breathing is seldom noted as a wish,
riches, fame, power
to hold, to love, to kiss
But if only to breathe; such a beautiful sensation,
mused the rich man hooked to machines
preventing his suffocation
to choke
closed around his neck, the attackers hands grew clammy quickly. his face became engorged with the blood that normally kept him alive, but that was now slowly filling his lungs. a slow painful death was
closed around his neck, the attackers hands grew clammy quickly. his face became engorged with the blood that normally kept him alive, but that was now slowly filling his lungs. a slow painful death was
He felt suffocated. He glanced around, looking through the mirrored glass. The old woman sat back down next to him. “They’ll turn you over tomorrow” she muttered. He didn’t respond, he just sat there hating himself. But maybe, he hated her more.
i felt the
air leaving your lungs
and I couldn’t stop
myself from taking
a simple pleasure in the fact
that you were gone.
(with the angels)
and with Him.
But I’m still sad-
and a little bit broken
as I watched the rope rund your neck.
Forgive me my insecurites
and bring me salvation.
To breath so deeply but yet not have enough,
time to take in this life, this passing day
the clock drips on and we are left
nothing but a shadow
a curse
a dream
to suffocate
To breath so deeply but yet not have enough,
time to take in this life, this passing day
the clock drips on and we are left
nothing but a shadow
a curse
a dream
to suffocate