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Amy Duckworth Sep 2018
There is a girl,
She is scared of love
She doesn't want to be cared about because she is afraid of losing someone she loves.
So she is scared to caring or loving someone.
There is a girl,
Who is afraid to be blind
She doesn't want to miss out on all the pretty sights she could see.
So she is scared to not see the world in all it's glory.
The first girl falls in love and gets married,
But her husband cheates on her.
The second girl loves to star gaze,
But she is just dreaming when she wakes up she is blind.
These two part are like the two sides of me and I fear both things and I am afraid of what's going to happen
Kellin Sep 2018
because
i think if
you die
without
knowing

love in
this life,
that’s how
you’ll
spend
eternity.

alone.
frozen.

do you
think hell
is fiery?

i don’t.
i think
hell is
frozen.
megan Sep 2018
i crave it,
i endlessly fantasize,
but im a hypocrite,
my heart would abscise.

don’t say those three words,
don’t tell me.
im too afraid,
it’s just a hyperbole.
pri Sep 2018
what is this like?
this is love.
this is me, feeling like i hold the world when you turn towards me,
and your cheeks are soft pink and you look up,
and give me a soft smile, ducking your head.

this is me, unwrapping kisses and wanting to hand-feed them,
wanting to pull you close,
wanting this to last forever.

more than anything, this is me afraid.
i don’t want to ruin this, or us,
or love.
i want to know exactly how you feel,
and i want all of you.

i want to see your poems,
unravel your mysteries and study you,
map you like the stars
-discovering more and more of the most beautiful thing.
wanting to delve into it.

and i guess this is us
-feeding each other kisses,
blushing, wanting, cautious, afraid, hopeful.
this is us, building a map of the stars and galaxies and never knowing enough.

this is us, wanting to be happy
-being afraid, and thinking, thinking, wondering.
taking it slow -because the first things we’ve ever done will be with each other.
and sometimes, there may be others, other things, but we’ll have each other.

and this is me, listening to the same music because it tells me
-we have something beautiful ahead of us,
that i’ll never regret.

this is what feeling (loving?) you is like.
all of these things, this wonderful feeling that makes us beautiful,
and somehow i wish the world could know,
because i’m afraid,
but so happy.
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2018
I was hoping time would extend a little longer
Feel it sliding out of my grasp
What do you believe will happen now?
A question I am anxious to ask.

I am scared silence will be your reply
Give my own answer to the sun
It is not until the moon ascends
I realize you also are afraid there are none.
I hate my own thoughts.. Why am constantly torn up by doubt and indecision? I ruin everything good I have by overthinking it.
joel jokonia Aug 2018
I could tell you what is on my mind
That I'm worried and scared and anxious
That i really wish i was alone right now
But then I'd be naked.

I could tell you all my strengths and weaknesses
I could tell you that I'm afraid of the dark when i sleep so i turn on the lights
But i could tell you that I'm also afraid of the shadows and what lurks behind the curtains.
But that would make me naked.

I could tell you that i hate photographs
and photoshoots.
And that it hurts to pose.
For a picture
To be analysed by a glass lens
Only to have the best parts of my life
erased by an editing app
Because nobody wants to see scars on Instagram
I could tell you that it makes me sick
And that i wish people loved the real thing
But then I'd be naked

I could tell you that I'm living my dream at the expense of my mother's love
Her smile has become an eclipse
Rare and blinding.
Not mine to see, anymore
I miss her though she misses me too i know but I chose the devil in my head
But that would make me naked

You could tell me about that time last year
You couldn't get out of bed
When you wouldn't get out of bed
Because your heart felt like lead
When only your bed could hold you back
And your sheets could hug you better
And I'd understand because I've been there before
Because then you'd be naked

Without the clothes and baggage
That shame us into silence
The shoes of depression
that lead us into violence
suicidal thoughts just cause
We can't be honest
And don't have the courage to simply be naked.

Prefer the flimsy armor
Of "how are you's" and "i am fines"
Fearing to expose what lies under these
Clothes
Genuine interactions and intimate confessions

I am tired ...i am tired
Of these clothes
I want to be naked
Not behind closed doors
But right here
So should i start removing
julianna Aug 2018
I’m afraid
To go somewhere I have the right
I’m afraid
That someone will threaten my life
So many people have passed away
At the hand of another shooting
But at 16, should I be afraid
That the next one could be me?
I am heartbroken and terrified.
Lakin Aug 2018
brought bones to
a gun fight,
cartilage and
cartridges.
/
Does the rope
around my ankles
make me look fat?
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