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Spriha Kant Sep 2020
I am not afraid of the dark.
May be because there might be a supernatural power sealing me by its protection.
she was afraid
when they looked
at her
what did they see
always wondering
what they were thinking
how do they feel
analyzing every
little thing she said
overthinking
she just cared
so much
she just wanted to be
accepted
Somewhatdamaged Sep 2020
The ones who slay the human lives
Are mostly the religious fanatics
Scared imbeciles
Afraid of what they've done
Or afraid to rot in hell
But forgot
This is the hell that we created!
judgement is made in this world!
Natalie Sep 2020
Monsters
They’re scary
Some are in the closet
Some are under the bed
But you want to know a secret?
The scariest monsters
Are in our heads
I am my own monster
ramya Sep 2020
The little child afraid of ghosts, ghouls and things that go bump in the night,
could never fathom being haunted by someone that is still alive.               The kid who hid behind his mother’s arm,
now stays awake at night dreaming of being in another’s arms.
The toddler who used to laugh all day,
searches online for reasons to stay alive .
The infant with the starry eyes and dreamy smile,
has forgotten what a laugh feels like.
The teenager who loved haunted houses and scary movies nights,
now cries herself to bed over lover boy.
How odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive.
i wrote this at 3 am the day before my exam because i couldnt sleep. insomnia is a *****.
Krystal M Toney Sep 2020
She hung on to the edge
afraid to fall
back into the same routine
of plucking petals
and mending broken things.

Her wings, a mess
feathers meshed with hate and lies
from past lovers that scrutinized
the way she drew the skies
with her silhouette
ensuring she would never find
the will to rise or ever fly.

Her wings.
An old poem I once posted under an alias.
Riju Gupta Sep 2020
*** with the stranger
In a dark night
You feel
the unknown hand
the coldness of an unknown bed

Warm body
Heavy breaths
Dry lips
Approaching
To be held
To be kissed
To be felt

Trembling with joy of love
Yet the fear of unknown

Lips felt
Breaths synched
Warmth shared

Bodies celebrated
Clutched in comfort of
*** with the stranger

Eyes locked
Bodies wrapped
Hands held
Sereneness took over fear
Trembling body became calm
Unknown became known
*** became love
Feeling when you share yourself with someone

The night has the power
The energy to absorb, its dark
The absence of light makes it dark
To liberate and put off the fears
The light has the power, switch it on
Tuned to light, the vision in the dark, at loss
So the dark has the power over the light
It takes away all, makes things invisible
Don’t be afraid
It is the light within that guides, the vision
To switch off or switch on
Discretion lies with the mind


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Just some thoughts :)
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