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Elena Rosi 5d

Numb

Nothing
Unless
Monday to Monday something
Bothers you.

It’s not really just nothing. Because that type of feeling is the most frustrating and awful part of pain. Feeling numb— getting cut by the thorn so many times, it just doesn’t hurt.

Nataly Donado 5d

Nido de Arañas

Hay tantas preguntas,
pero no hay respuestas.

Las arañas suben por mi cabeza,
tejen nidos,
se enredan con las palabras
que ya no pueden salir.

Silencio.
Silencio.
Quisiera escuchar silencio.

¿Tiene voz el silencio?
Nadie lo ha dicho.
Yo creo que sí.
Tal vez suena como nubes
que llevan fuego
en vez de agua.

El agua se evaporó.
No existe.
Solo queda neblina.

Estoy hecha de palabras,
pero estoy enredada.
Mi mente está nublada.
Las arañas han hecho hogar.
Hacen fiesta con mis pensamientos.

Hoy no coordino lo que pienso
ni lo que digo.

Hoy,
solo soy
un nido
de arañas.

Peter Fernandez 5d

Trap

I hear it call my name,
But this isn’t just a game.
I feel it in my throat,
But I can’t let myself bloat.

Water once clean,
Now green.
This is my cycle,
But nothing is getting recycled.

Rinse repeat,
But I can’t eat.
I feel agony,
But at least I don’t feel gluttony.

I fear it,
But this is legit.

But I know when the time comes,
And I feel my heart pound onto my lungs.
I’ll run back,
Into my self made trap.

I’ll feel my stomach drop,
With no intent of making it stop.
I’ll fall back in,
Like trash into a bin.

Vazago d Vile 5d

Hard Techno

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵

There’s something in it—
when the bass hits deep,
like a lover breathing against my skin
but from the inside.

The rhythm finds me.
Not just in ears—
in ribs, in spine, in places
only music dares to touch.

The build-up teases.
Foreplay of frequencies.
A rise so slow
my whole body begs for it.

And then—
the drop.
The ******.
Explosion through bone and breath,
a brain-****** so pure
I forget my name,
but not the beat.

It’s not dancing—
it’s surrender.
It's soul laid bare
and ****** into bloom
by sound.

Don’t tell me this is just noise.
This is worship.
This is touch without hands,
love without bodies,
a pulse that rides me
until I dissolve.

This is why I listen.
To be undone.
To be opened.
To be remade
in rhythm.

#love #euphoria #exctazy #adhd

Priscilla E Looney 5d

Beyond the Event Horizon

In the garden where sunflowers bloom,
Colors ablaze, in a sweet perfume,
I feel Remington wishes drifting on air,
Whispers of love, light as a prayer.

A longing ignites like a star in the night,
Your gaze, a black hole, swallows me whole,
In the depths of desire, I'm drawn to your light,
Passion's fierce pull, it takes such a toll.

With every breath shared, we're drifting together,
In third-degree kisses, time begins to sever.
Your lips, a solar corona, burning so bright,
An explosive dance, lost in cosmic flight.

Yet here on the edge, where our dreams intertwine,
Acceptance blooms softly, our souls' sweet design.
Crossing the threshold, where gravity bends,
In a universe painted, where love never ends.