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Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
The screams at a game
the voice of joy
the laughter of hysteria
The breaking dawn's crackle

Lightening flashes
Booms of thunder
rain's chatter
birds' untaught songs

Footsteps running
lungs expanding
ragged clawing
gnashing teeth behind

tearing of cloth
red splattered floor
streaming tears
as she begs to hear more.
JAM Jan 2020
Falling
Snowflakes 'round me:
Bird wings beat hushedly;
Spoken words ripple silently
Falling.
JAM Jan 2020
Play all these at the same time. To do that just open each one in a new tab, maybe with some headphones on and watch the video called "Eye of The Universe" in full screen for at least a minute while the solfeggio frequencies play.
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbM5LMVZad0Zr7yLVdlW8J7YxigSXAbqH
Phoenix Jan 2020
all the noises echoing around me,
the sounds getting stuck
bouncing around inside my skull,
the feet tapping
those pens dropping
that page turning
my mind as clear as a blizzard day,
hearing every little creek,
over and over,
higher and higher,
faster and faster,
my brain never stops,
these sounds can’t escape,
nobody can see it, but…

…the silence has never been so loud
my anxiety gets triggered when I hear as small as tapping a pen on the table to as big as clapping/applause. This is my daily struggle at school.
YusufKudsi Dec 2019
Leaves pass by me singing the song of the nature,
The wind echoing the sound of the Hummingbirds,
They all sing in language that I don’t understand,
But the music was never about the words,
Your voice is sweeter than the nature’s orchestra.
You are not the melody to my ears,
You are the symphony to my soul.
Ash C Dec 2019
Tell me a story

Tell me a story on how indescribable the way you feel for others is

hatred to the deep gut, to love from an open heart

Tell me a story where you can write all the words

but it never seems just about it

tell me how much you can love someone that you can be lead to lies easily

how much you can hate someone to the point you despise every spec of them

The story of how you can't speak

but the story of how you can feel what those people mean to you

because it's the closet you can get to showing me

how truly those feel to you

tell me a story on how you hear

how dread and horrid it can sound, to how blissfully warm

I wanna feel every shiver of warmth and cold

so I know how it engulfs you

tell me a story on how it feels to touch them

from how jagged, to how soft

tell me the biggest story of those one's

I wanna know those ways you feel

how you think you can't explain it just right

how it's so painful to listen too

to how much you can't get enough of that voice

how uncomfortably cold it feels to touch

to how it feels like it's gonna wrap you

like a big, fluffy, warm blanket on a cold winters night

tell me a story on how you can write this all out

but never seem to stop

never seem to get it perfect

never placed in the right ways.

that's the story I wanna hear

and maybe it'll sound so heavenly

maybe even so atrocious

I couldn't say how it sounded
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