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Sakura Oct 2020
every night when i sleep
I have nightmares that make me weep

Every night i find myself walking around dead bodies
Every night i find myself running away from some killer
Every night i find myself in a warzone
Every night i find gallons of blood
Every morning i shed tears
It's a nightmare...

I feel tired of running away from the darkness
It's just a horrible place with screams at times
is it my own voice that i hear...
I want to get up , but I'm a prisoner of my own dark world, in my nightmare...

I find a light, so far away, but as i reach it, i wake up, its another day. And my nightmare world is gone, until the last ray of light, then maybe into that world, ill have to make another stand, and begin another night.
Bhill Mar 2020
the current redeemer is fabricated with excess intentions
the never-ending fabrications erupting, are frightening
obviously, we hope for a future
a future back to the past present

Brian Hill - 2020 # 76
Can we ever go back?
Rose Jan 2019
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.
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
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
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