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~ Sink or Swim ~

  • They’ve Only Gone and Done It (emmajayashton.com)
    Never was this feeling of being “had” by experience so strong as on the passage across the Atlantic. The whole thing has taken on a dreamlike haze. Absolutely mental, in other words. I mean, I sailed across the Atlantic! The bloody Atlantic! And while I was in foetal position quietly weeping for most of it, I still did it.
  • You Stand There (nimbusinabottle.wordpress.com)
    And you stand there. And I stand here.
    And a barrier keeps between
    A tsunami wave rising
    Almost surmising
    The silence settling unseen
    Like snowflakes, but redder
    Decorating your dark hair
    In a glorified haze
    Over numerous days
    Lying amid Asphodel, fair.
  • Total Submergence (sanesamantha.wordpress.com)
    There are times when we dive underwater to explore what rests below; to discover what can be found at such great depths within ourself. And then there are times when we go under not from our own choosing, but because something forced us under; our fingers slipped, and without premeditation, we suddenly let go.

    I’ve found that almost all of my answers can be found from looking within. Some answers I placed there years ago. Others surprise me with their appearance. Memories dwell inside us like colorful coral reefs. And when the time is right we swim gently around every outcropping, allowing ourselves to live in the memory.

  • LUI: Peace and Freedom (kittypalmer.wordpress.com)
    Stressed and frustrated I exited the building. Why had everything changed? I had just gotten a handle on the procedures and was beginning to feel confident about my abilities. Now I had to change again to keep up with the new requirements placed on me. I was angry and needed a release.  “Ok God, you have to help me.” With my ear buds in and MP3 player turned on I tried to find that place where the cares of this world disappeared, just like when I was a kid.
  • ~ Sink or Swim ~ (rajasinsight.com)
  • Swim/Sink (brokenfigments.wordpress.com)
  • Poseidon Drooled (danielraythomason.wordpress.com)
    She swims with the tradition in her grandma’s shins,
    the tradition in her mother’s knees,
    and the rendition in her summer tees
    where transgressions bend about in a trustful wind that seems to please the morning sea–
  • sinking (ciarajohnson.com)
    it’s just what i need right now.

    the wetness smears it all away,

    you would want it too…  if only i could feel like you

    but i don’t.

    so let’s sink.

  • Ocean’s Huge Underwater Waves Explained By Seafloor Ridges (VIDEO) (huffingtonpost.com)
  • Underwater Adventures – Jamaica (emilyhambi.wordpress.com)


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  • Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, that’s what you do just swim, swim, swim… or else you’ll sink. (talking2mymoon.wordpress.com)
    Why do I feel like sinking is the only option? I have this amazing amount of love from you and yet I want to sink to the bottom of the fucking sea?!? Maybe I haven’t had enough US lately. Maybe I have had too much US lately.
  • you are more important than you think. (asinnersolace.wordpress.com)
    Waves of bodies crash over the breaking point, ebbing and flowing until it’s a tsunami no one expect to gear up and rear like Medusa’s rage. You’re drowning, sinking slowly into sour oblivion under the disembodied limbs and tentacles flailing. Faces become a blur as you feel your own become nothing more than an erasure mark in your memory. You fall down, brought onto your knees and rendered almost into fetal position. Are you that unremarkable, that boring – that invisible? Shh. It’ll become quiet soon. Cover your eyes. Envelop yourself in darkness. Rock yourself into a comfort zone, rock back and forth until suddenly you’ve rolled yourself into somewhere warm, inviting – somewhere people will know your name and your face like a reflection.
  • Sink or Swim… (scarlettpoppies.wordpress.com)
    I have taken the plunge no more poetry forums to test my work out on.
  • Drown (ankitsharma88.wordpress.com)
    There’s a struggle to control my body,
    But I want to surrender to the death,
    This pool of cold water is my bed,
    Where I’ll sleep, never to wake up.
  • ~ Sink or Swim ~ (rajasinsight.com)
    There’s a struggle to control my body,
    But I want to surrender to the death,
    This pool of cold water is my bed,
    Where I’ll sleep, never to wake up.
  • Sink, Swim or Spill – Living with Depression and Anxiety (debshugg.wordpress.com)
    For most people, our body can only generate extreme chemical behaviour when the stimulus is present.   For a time thereafter as you ruminate about the stimulus your body might continue to respond accordingly, helping to keep you feeling sad.   Then, once you’ve stopped ruminating and only think occasionally about the stimulus event, you’ll only feel sad when you’re thinking about it.
    As a community, we seem entrenched in the ideology that we can think and talk ourselves out of depression, anxiety and other psychological symptoms. Today’s psychology is generally based on debunked theorems that were fashioned well before the development of anti-biotics, the polio vaccine and ultrasound technology.  It was a time when smoking was not only fashionable, adults and children were encouraged to do it!
    This is from some guy named Alan Watts:  “To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.”
  • Burnt Jasmine (abookoflostthings.wordpress.com)
    At night in the split second between the flutter of her lashes on her thin cheeks and the dark pit of unconscious terror she could see the sweep of blue and crystal silk swimming around curried ankles to a pulsing rhythm then sigh and slip into sleep from which she would wake screaming an hour and a quarter later.
    They danced over her flesh the same way she shivered into my chest and I still wanted to break every single little bird bone in her hand her metacarpal and middle phalanx and it had been years but I still rage quietly and then I sink into that quicksand guilt when she smiles and touches her fingernail to my jugular.


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Little Rambles

Somedays I feel every emotion there ever was

Beating in my chest

Pumping in my veins.

Somedays I don’t feel anything at all.

The numbness closes in

Water fills my lungs

I’ve forgotten how to breath

I’ve forgotten to swim.  

Some mornings my tongue becomes possessed

Endless ideas cascade out of me,

Millions of thoughts dance in my head. 

Some afternoons my mouth is glued shut

And the giant block of ice sitting on my chest

Won’t let me think a single thought.


The sun rises high over my wavering window

Lights shines through and the ice begins to melt

A hummingbird heart replaces the frozen emptiness 

And I begin to swim.


Darkness glooms around every corner

And quickly drags me in

There is no moon to guide me

And I begin to sink.









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