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Rose Jan 2
I want to get to know him
or at least explore
what it could lead to
but I'm afraid
hindered by the past
being in love with the idea
my illusions.
Johnny walker Dec 2018
So cold elements of nature battering at my door a wind so furious frightening
We humans who think
we know It all, but
stood face to face
with nature In
reality we no
nothing at
We humans are nothing at
all compared with the force
of nature
George Krokos Sep 2018
You are in the thunder and in the lightning
it seems at times You’re so very frightening.
And if sometimes by nature we get scared out of our wit
it’s a way You have to remind us by Thy grace to submit.
From "The Quatrains"  ongoing writings since the early '90's
Maniac girl Jul 2018
In the blackness of night,

When all the birds are sleeping.

In the absence of daylight,

When my hungriness is creeping.

I am hunting for my prey,

like a cold blooded animal.

I know you won't have anything to say,

Because i am a cannibal.

I crave to eat,

Your flesh and meat.

I want to bite,

Your heart tonight.

Please don't hide

i will never get satisfied.

I want to chew

Come on give the devil his due.

It seems like you are freeze

And scare to death.

I will devour you with ease

And feel your every breath.

I will drink your blood

In this journey of heaven.

Oh you untrained young blood,

And will cut you in pieces seven.

Will eat your heart and your liver,

Use you to make my dream recipes,

Oh! All credit to the giver

I love our chemistry.
Onomatopiyya Jun 2018
It is very disappointing
When we think it could end
Just by saying sorry

It is very saddening
How everything became nothing
Not like what it was because of misunderstanding

It is totally frightening
When we let our ego wins
And lose the ones we love

Does it worth?
Owen C Swenson Mar 2018
Casted shadows upon the faces in the room.
Dim Lights flickering from the smoldering logs.
Smoke lurching from the broken panes of glass.
A thin blanket of smoke hangs in the still air.
Gathered thoughts spitting out like a newspaper press, weird and deranged ideas lighting up like a pinball machine.
A humorous smirk while the tension runs high.
A  conscious realm of telepathic visions.
Slicing through this blanket of smoke with an invisible knife.
Can you hear the cat meowing in the distance?  
It's left unseen in the wicked darkness.
The creatures of the night disappear at the rise of dawn, only to hide until The next blood moon spills again.
Kathleen M Mar 2018
Do you know
The shape of the my mind
The glimpses I catch
Give me a fright
Pretty please tell me
What do you see?
Are the images less frightening
Than I've known them to be

How do I put it together
How does the baggage become the feather
The philosophy tells me
What Will be will be
And acceptance of the facts is the way to be free
Free of expectations
And the following disappointment
An accidental acquisition easily defeated by intention
Mane Omsy Jan 2018
Stranger clouds travelled,
Above her
Furious but imaginable thoughts,
Wandered beside her
Are the naked trees friendly?
Or dead?
Inside her, she felt the same

How could a phoenix rise,
from the ashes?
She let a sigh, and wondered
Will ever the birds sing?
Or the same will remain?
As the crows cried
Inside her
What could possibly be the matter?
She arose from the shadows
Could she still remain in the light?
When the darkness creeped through her,
She screamed silently
And violently
Desperate for a healthy love
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