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Barton D Smock Nov 2013
like failed
bookshelves
or crushed
steps

the hill houses
of poorer
classmates

worry me like weather
and put in me
visions
of large
men
called away
to feed

at a trough
maintained

by a family
of flat chested
asthmatics
who sell
magnets

one can later
dot with glue
and give
to the mother
who has
everything

quote unquote

crucifix
Ottar Jan 2014
Walking in the morning fog,
icy patches, watch those missteps,
the mist it hovers, street lights
get glowing eyes, squinting, sizing
up their appetite, as you are devoured
going forward.

Then out of the soup that tastes like
every asthmatics worst nighmare,
comes a howl and a growl,
we will call him greybeard, and
it was weird how a grown man,
growled and howled while he
sat on frozen wood, at five fifty-six AM
and growled and howled at the
glowing eye above him as there was
no moon.

He never saw us as we moved past,
picking up the pace we moved fast,
he must have ice in his veins,
ice on the road, and sidewalk,
veins of light and in his body,
must have been the hand sanitizer,
coursing through his veins,
having a howling goodtime,
with the cold empties lined up behind.


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I  got an itch and I never scratch it.
I wish I could attack it with hatchets
have at it like addicts, -get higher than attics
smother it like asthmatics.
***** out its flame.
Cause the itch lays the tracks for train in my brain
just a scratch and I know that I'd go insane,
so the itch just remains. 
Simple and plain.
But the itch won't control me
cause scratchin it won't console me
the comfort it brings is phony
even when I feel lonely.
I used scratch without noticing
in an itchless-ness bliss,
until I scratched my self raw
a fact that I somehow missed.
that's when you know that you're trapped,
all that you can do is scratch
cause if you don't then you'll crash
a striked match turned to ash.
you've gone and burned out all your midnight oil
nothing left from feasting spoiled
the itch makes your blood boil.
who knew that the pleasure that came from this friction
would turn against you so fast and create an addiction
there's no predictions for scratching
but for the scratching itself
except scratching always leaves you lonely
cause you just scratch yourself
and I wish I could shut these problems off with a switch,
but I got ninety-nine problems and the itch is the *****.
Casper J Nov 2013
The green combusts, the cherry sclerotized mask dances above
the invisible paper carapace.
Stuffed full with Rotten skunk innards and burning,
tongues of heat sweat away its crystalline hairs.
Aren is hunched and crooked, all teeth and lungs,
under the mixed halogens of suburban porchlight,
being bathed in bluescale waves from the
strobe of the neighbor's telescreen.
Ropes of smog pour from the slats between his picket fence ivories and get frayed.
I drink the filth, choking down the viscera of the vermin.
It doesn't seem to get easier.

Stumbling inside, my feet detach and I throw myself on the door
until I've locked out the sickly tide pool light of dawn,
and I'm rolling toward his bedroom.
Jolting and sputtering, and
grasping at the hands of the clock,
listening for the steady metronome to
count me through.
And then numbness.
I know the feeling, and next come the
pins, digging into my
fingertips and the pads of my
toes, and then I'm all body and silent prayers.
And I'm whispering sick thoughts to Aren -

"Those adrenaline demons
will do me in,
and if only I could relax,
and my dear mother
used to have a stalker,
and I almost got run down
by a car on the highway when I was five,
and asthmatics are five times as likely to have a
generalized anxiety disorder."


The adrenaline demons gather my tendons in pincushion palms,
tugging at the strings,
panicked arthritis and my fingers are
twitching and curling backwards
while I glare on with shallow breaths and cataracts.
The organs moan in the cavern of my body,
with thick wet air pouring from the opening.
I'm standing now,
a fetishized devil doll,
shaking out the pins
and the needles
and the sick splinters of glass
and the long holy skewers
and I'm breathing again
and I sit and
I breathe.
adam hicks Sep 2013
i am asthmatic
i found out that i have hayfever
when i was around 10 years old
recently,
i discovered i have a deviated septum
sometimes,
i think i wasn't designed to breathe
but it is you
who takes my breath away
when i see your face
i feel a blow to my chest
the oxygen is flushed from my system
my lips turn blue
but all it takes
is a smile from you
to breathe life
back
into
me.
George Anthony Nov 2016
i haven't missed you at all
and it's been kinda peaceful,
being able to breathe.
must be what asthmatics feel
when they get that first puff of an inhaler
after a brutal attack—
that's what i imagine, at least

overwhelming relief, like
they just lifted 160lbs of weight off their chest
and expelled it like a breath on the breeze.
oh, it's still there: the problem
but the jitters are gone for now;
inhaling doesn't feel like being a whisper away from a panic attack

you've induced plenty of those.
you're no medical condition,
nobody's going to find your name on my hospital records;
but i bet if they cut me open
they'd see the scars on my lungs
from where my ribs couldn't expand enough
to fit the anxiety you exhaled into them

you're a disease in your own right
but like a lot of mental illnesses,
you've been easy to become familiar with
to the point where the absence of the discomfort you cause
makes me feel uncomfortable,
and it's been a welcome break
but now i'm wishing you'd come back to me

i'm not sure how i'm supposed to breathe without choking anymore
i don't know how to sit without shaking
you did this to me
now come back and fix it
Liana Jan 9
Running
Back
And forth
Reach the line

I'm not that bad out of shape
But still struggling

Throat burning
Head pounding as if there's someone trying to bang their way out
And lungs desperately fighting for air

I give up...

I sit down when I reach the line
And try to catch my breathe
Instead of running back

Chest rising and falling
With each gasp for air

Oxygen
Why do you hate me?
Lungs,
Why aren't you working?

Coughs hurt my throat
And make me weak

I take my inhaler
But it isn't working
It's just making me shaky

Panic rising inside me

I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe

I take another puff
And wait
1
2
3
4
5
...
Breathe out
And couch violently

I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die

No one notices
(this note was written by headphones that plays trombone as if it was a flute)
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
Upon the Death of the *** of the Queen & Her Snooch's Black Power

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namely, from the side, we are not able to open the
They bring a silver chalice
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do you think plants plants
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one of which is large, that the United States could benefit most
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If you live in a cold brought up there, out of the prison to the stars;
1, from 1 to write the new moon
When Igor; Cytoblast trouble; Therefore, we
1 server confident that; this
It is not a part of; glass explained
The human voice of the sea
what is in your heart and lead us not
separated from it; And all peoples;
For years, the biggest in the apartment;
The hair in the air a little in the way of England; this;
turds a minimum amount of earth.

In the area of ​​the United States;
the points at a distance in a white on all sides;
spice is a star player
There is a mustard seed, namely:
The old wet hands;
and Sky
Sing and music
In the Red Sea, that is,
American Beauty, that is,
Therefore it; although there
Atmosphere and water that was written
In front of the month;
music education and airy asthmatics
Suggested category:
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What is this great thing
After this the requirements of law;
Glass glasses needed
A big, so that in the journey to the stars;
As long as a small amount of the air, and from the Angles,
When fall thrush.

Recently, such a degree of a horse;
always winter
Paul said, But what you are doing, not to 1?
The old is gold
1 now, it looks like more and more
And. "He is worthy of death."
And there were five and seven horses in the field 1
This is especially the picture stars
1 read:
And the city and ...
With the help of anyone else
1 and 1, where it was judged: 1, and clothing;
That is, in the dark, and the sun
and violence; as usual
1 read and write in the following table:
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Fall of the equator
Color is the rural areas
Early gloves, peppers and tomatoes,
And five minutes
John equalizer in the first place;
Maecenas and the maiden
He is not a money-changer
A great will die by his own daughter in the faith
Developer until the end
To that end, it is necessary to do it.
The nails in the world with a computer
and less light and shadow in the Middle East and the world, and blood, and by the way, that is, from the Hills in the morning dark black;
And on his blog called "boot" that allows you to get in the shade, light and heat and lined with wolf

FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END
and treatment for patients and treatment and conditions
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The first is the little black
East and West
To walk in the woods, tied with cocoa;
So you want to be wise to meet Hills, comfortable and safe evening
The shades of stockings
"And it was enjoyable bike." And the fruit of all the people "pictures, and women and young people and Asians, the creative process can be stored in traditional dust and ash
*****;
When you make use of the famine, many people prevent the disease
John Major in the face and body;
G.

always
And in part 1'm waiting for changes in the bones and lips.
The cities in the mountains, and there is no wheat;
And the evening and the new small town on the beach
Palm trees and other developer
One reason is that it must be in the shadow of death, and what questions are to be bought
and

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as soon as possible, for example, in the Middle East, to the power of nature;
blood iron
and then back again, and operating;
who will spend the night there;
Hills Hills wind and cold drinks;
To remind us that the Lord of Darkness;
The blogger, Carl Gletto
Wolf hot hot Chase

The world will come to the call;
The patient's condition, and a good
Current consideration
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And for the people;
Thanks at least from the Dead
Help!
dust-ish May 2014
I have a hard time breathing. It's either the asthma or the cigarettes, but maybe it's something to do with the way my chest gets tight when someone says your name, even if they're not talking about you. I can hear the air fighting through my throat on the way in, but even more so on the way out. I get it, because after what I had to go through to get inside of your lungs, I **** well wanted to stay there as long as I could. Every cough and every wheeze reminds me of how close I could be, and how hard you might try to push me out. The way you love me is like breathing; recycled, a struggle, in and out . But everyone ends up in the ground with a silent chest some day, and I am not ready for that funeral yet. The childhood pet meant to teach me to cope with death lived well past his years and still curls up at the end of my bed every night.
When I was a child my mother would read to my brother and I every day, but stop at the cliff hangers. She had to hide the books in the liquor cabinet so we wouldn't read ahead, and that was the first time, but not the last, I found myself sitting on my brother's shoulders, opening those doors in search of escape. Where my lips pressed to the spines of worn paperbacks stolen from the school library, now they wrap around cold bottle rims, or orange filters that promise black air. The way you love me is like coughing up blood. I only imagined it when I woke up shaking in the middle of the night.
This is on the Dustish soundcloud.
best in partial shade
Asthmatics, plant female plants
the astilbe plant
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
The finest companies of the home are actually real blond
of combat fighting Gypsy Satan in the series Dawn;
Dawn's origins of if the fish are past the Monday by the women
are; Since the oil rains on the world of motion late Latin Polls,
Drink and walk Must still shot caught the host die those
who filed the fog will be shown to refer to the cold food
the lovers hold in retention, e.g. the community of designs
for the Deadly wounds of a visitor, the other way around
the hey,
the only one of the asthma's the other indicator is good,
or perhaps it is about the gods that come to God-fearing;
online online game is that of the original title, and, of course,
you think this, that's this way to and to the contributions
that the cast can mouse the correct screaming of the eyes,
and the adults, while the soccer is an error is seen,
as one might imagine that into the discounted rights;
The finest companies in the home are the fact
that he has fought Gypsy Satan in the Dawn;
Dawn ways when he arrives over Monday by women.
The Latin Polls, Fighting and Walking Must Still Shot In The Hunter
The Hunger Will Appear To Point to The Hot Colors of Lovers Locked,
For example, local designs for a stranger's wounds,
another way around hey, only one in asthma;
Another point is good, or maybe it is about the gods that come to God's fear; An online game is that of the title title, and,
of course, you think this is the way to this
and the gifts of the cast can blink eyes,
and the adults,
while the error is a mistake,
                                          as one feels that into the rights
he is paid; The company is the best in the fact that Satan
has fought Glory dawn to dawn Monday
                   when they reach the women.
The criterion that it is our country,              it is, however,
Fighting, and Steel, the sales Hunter Family
seems to be opening the color of the on the occasion
of the shutdown,
for example, in the customs of the places
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and vice versa,                  unless there is no mummy, look here!
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or of the fear of the gods,   Online games
are the pillar of with the eyes of an adult,
                              |   |                             so the error of the countenance
is the making of it a gift, indeed,                                          O Antonius,
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