You do not need a riverbed to drown.
The drought is carried deep within the chest.
There is no water in this quiet room,
Yet sudden silence floods the empty lungs.
The drought is carried deep within the chest,
A cracked and ochre basin of the mind.
Yet sudden silence floods the empty lungs,
And absence brings a current of its own.
A cracked and ochre basin of the mind,
Where reaching for a memory builds a sea.
And absence brings a current of its own,
The sheer starvation rising like a tide.
Where reaching for a memory builds a sea,
You gasp for breath in perfectly dry air.
The sheer starvation rising like a tide,
The devastating weight of being alone.
You gasp for breath in perfectly dry air,
There is no water in this quiet room.
The devastating weight of being alone—
You do not need a riverbed to drown.
From unconsciousness
I rise, sputtering
Warm liquid erupting
Belched from the lungs
Choked out, retching
Airways blazing
Rasping, gasping
Writhing for oxygen
That time I fell asleep
In front of the telly
With a mouthful of tea :)
Every laugh, every hug, and every "everything,"
The joy, the tears, and the promises
They're all pieces of my heart,
And all of that belongs to you now.
In my words, in my thoughts, in my heart,
You're the love, you're the love, you're the love of my life.
You are part of who I am,
And I'm a part of who you are.
Not just because you're beautiful and breathtaking,
But because you made me fall
You let me drown in your heart,
And somehow taught me how to breathe there too.
And even if I had another lifetime,
I'd find you, hold your hand again,
And fall in love with you all over within.
So when the lake reached for me,
I did not kneel.
I did not sink.
I did not become what they expected of me
Instead, I opened my mouth
and screamed.
The sound split across the water like lightning.
The lake convulsed.
The shoreline cracked apart.
Churchbells howled beneath the depths like wounded animals
For one terrible moment,
all the drowned brides rose.
Veils dripping black water.
Pearls spilling from their mouths.
Eyes bright as stormglass.
Not victims now.
Witnesses.
The village sank before sunrise.
Every house.
Every stone.
Every man who called that sacrifice tradition.
The lake swallowed them whole.
Let me drown in this bottle
Poverty, loneliness, uncertainty
Let it flood my empty soul
With the bitterness of this sweet liquor
To throw myself into that deep sea
Of promiscuity with bravery and courage
Not to die starving for bread on this journey
Perhaps this way I'll find that sublime happiness
My certificates don't even sustain a sip
For they have no warm backing due to the rain
Rain that flooded my skills and dreams
Reducing them to banknotes worth more than the diploma
[...]
Goya's dog does drown
The wave is far too high
With enough struggle, you can swim in salty pain
But when you see the path ahead
You know the dog does die
When the cycle isn't one of life
And every tide grows colder
You can shake, and you can shiver
But eventually within time
Goya's dog does die
I swam the seven seas
And did not learn a thing
I can't even beautifully cry
Even in an era of romance
Goya's dog does die
If to love I must drown
the hard truth is
I loved you more than you ever loved me
that was my downfall
everyday I drown in thoughts of you
too much to bare
tired of swimming against the currents
I breathe deeply
letting the water take its grip
I am more at peace with nature than with you
When in the cradle
or a boat that rocks
life's lessons are learned
at the school of hard knocks
where these things are taught
you didn't oughta
1., stand up in a canoe
when it's in the water
as you may pitch
overboard
go down
and nearly drown
&/or,
2., stand up in a hammock
slung between the trees
as you could fall
all out
but merely skin your knees
unless you land upon your head
and then you may end up dead
If to love you, I must drown,
let me, Dear, not drown in water.
I wish to lie beside you
and drown in the profound -
of your chestnut chocolate eyes.
Say my name. Let if fall
silken from your lips.
I sink into a euphoric abyss
imagining your mouth
on the nape of my neck -
the whisper of it drifting delicately
until tenderly you tempt me with
your first soft kiss upon my lips.
Inundate me with every kiss.
There-after, I would gladly drown
in the deluge of
that tiramisu bliss.
Engulf me with lavender longings
that crescendo to a cardinal craving
with every inch of my skin
that the feathery fingers
of your beautiful hands
paint upon my quivering body
with crimson caresses.
Let me die slowly,
submerged in your ambrosial ardor,
melting with the luscious lava
of our love.
I desperately gasp for you to save me,
as your indifference begins to remove all remaining traces of oxygen from my searing lungs.
Asphyxiation becomes more imminent.
Cortisol burns through tearing muscles,
ripping the marrow from aching bones, flailing to tread water.
Exhaustion floods in; saline-soaked clothing weighs heavier.
A siren’s call pierces through obscured waves,
crescendoing under a stygian sky,
tempting me under.
Dread replaces pleading.
Hope of survival is now beyond any comprehension.
Your voice no longer lingers;
it’s superseded by forceful whispers:
“If to love you, I must drown.”
Realisation hits like a tsunami crashing upon an unsuspecting ship.
To truly love you, I must love myself.
You were never my salvation.
So I must drown in this sickening sea of anguish,
let all the trauma pull me down into sheer oblivion.
Feel my body thrash as the light leaves my submissive eyes.
In order to be reborn, I must ascend way below.
If to love you, I must drown, I shall dive because of your deep sweet love.
Just Drown With Me
Just drown with me
Yes, we are all drowning
Suffocated financially
Chaos and madness on our city streets
The world is constantly burning
A.I. is watching
(Red Eye)
Bar codes in place soon to be
Slaves to the machine
Can’t buy or sell
We are all numbered in a sing file
Coded from birth a social security card
There is no place to escape the death tax
We are summoned to engraved images
A.I. becomes a false god
Crumbling of society is here
The end times are near
Streets are bleeding
Fires are burning
It smells like sprinklers
hot pavement
And dirt
the sky is six different colors
And the cicadas sing at six different octaves
my face is red
Hair wet with sweat
From chasing the cat
Around the yard
Barefoot in the grass
That morning momma had made chocolate chip pancakes
With butter and honey
She braided my sisters hair while I sang “blank space”
By taylor swift
Screaming over the speaker which played wide and loud
And the squirrel stole the seeds from the birdfeeder
And the night before
Daddy read us one bedtime story
Even thought my sister had begged for two
We sat sulking in our princess dresses
That smelled like old toys
And home
Daddy closed the book
And turned on the galaxy light as he walked out
Made sure the door was ajar
To let the light in
And let the cat in
And four years before that I was new
And red
And I smelled like baby powder
Hospitals
Blood
And
Life
My skin was soft
and i screamed
Momma didn’t wear makeup
or cry quite as much
My sister just learned to walk
and she held me with shaking hands
And just then
Everything sounded like music
and summer never ended
In blue water I'm going down
swept away by the tide all sense left behind
in dark waters I might drown
caught in the current out of my mind
holding my breath and hoping
my love for you will stand the test of time
out of my depth and hanging on
for the day you say you are mine
in over my head how long can I tread
these waters for you
don't know what to do
what's to be done
I'm between the devil and...
deep waters still run
Verse 1
For some time, have I floated—mildly adrift.
One killick holds me—not too deep, not too swift.
Though life threw waves, to force me down—this slightly rusted metal had held me.
I thought I would be safe… until other anchor bound.
In the anchor—turned weight; the drowning became fate.
I fight the surface, the struggle, the search.
The air—thick with sadness; no breath, no lurch.
The killick kills… then wave swallows.
Verse 2
I hold the key… that could allow me free.
A simple lock—I ignore and block.
I thought the anchor made me drown… but it was my mind that pushes me down.
Blissful ignorance, in blue-black Sea.
The ignorance—and fear—force weight on my key.
Why I choose to be weighed, by the tiny killicks attempting dismay…
When did they pile? How long, since I've smiled?
Maybe we accept it… and throw this heavy key away.
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