impulse

i throw myself into limpid waters

the cool shock shakes my soul

reminding me that I am alive

Alive!

i burst forth to gulp clean air

and feel them

scratching, clinging

reaching for me

circling my ankles, they tease and take me

fear shivers away my smile

as they draw me deeper

down

where there was sunshine and laughter

i find only dread in the stillness

i strive for that world but cannot slip through

the liquid looking glass

i belong here in the abyss

pinned, controlled and helpless

entwined in all that is dark and foreboding

i can breathe…

— bunnymug, Aug 31, 2009

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orgami

16 years 9 months ago

contours of pressure

like my creek watching today while all troubles flowed past me around me seconds stretched into pressure diving deeper into the peace of that stopped moment water rippling distorting the vision to the amber depths the stones swaying in illusions occilating in frequencies only I can hear This poems is doing something to me like the bridge view leaning over the railing I see something familiar and different and it holds me in its certianty thank u so much

bunnymug

16 years 9 months ago

it is i

who thank you for taking the time to read to reflect to write to understand

Rottiestyl

16 years 9 months ago

The battle to live these

The battle to live these days is as you describe, an abyss of mega proportions. But here you have adapted. Able to still breathe through the gunk and turmoil. Who says mother nature is on vacation? Great read! This property Is Protected By Rott and Weiler

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

another look

the liquid distortion sometimes I used to drink hating what the depression did couldnt make it out of the rut the hold that helplessness had on me not willing to admit its much more then just me you write of this state in a poetic styled manner that I still enjoy I find your poetry stark detailed and amazing Still