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Brianna Jan 2015
Staying awake under terrifying night skies filled with endless ways to wonder (wander?)

Drinking ****** *** and cokes until I pass out in this dive bar down the road from your house, maybe I'll become one With the stars.

I like the simple things, nature, the ocean... Well, but those are not simple things at all.

Driving through crowded city streets just to find some peace of mind and end up screaming at some guy who cut me off.

I liked the simple things in life, you, and me, us? Well... Those were Never simple things.

So tonight, I'm moving on from *** to *****. I'm praying to porcelain gods hoping I wake up to my head not spinning and my stomach trying to ****** me from within.

I'm clearly drunk again. Simple things were never my strong suite.
So vast and unknown
Terrifying, yet beautiful
My greatest fear,
Yet my favorite thing in the world
I wish to get to know you better;
If only I could
Your sounds lull me to sleep;
Soft and gentle
The sight of you scares me to death;
The crashes,
The darkness underneath
I tried to conquer you,
Time and time again
But I can't
I'll just admire you from a distance
Endless Horizon Nov 2014
Every time I look at you
I can feel my whole world crumble.
The ground beneath my feet shaking
trees rustling, concrete cracking.
Buildings collapsing.

Every time I look at you
chaos,
devastation,
they always seem to follow.

Every time I look at you
I can feel an earthquake
erupting within my heart.
Shaking the ground beneath my feet
my walls crumbling
my senses dulling
my mind wandering
to a fantasy of you and me

Every time I look at you
the ground collapses
and I fall
and keep falling.
Because I know
that you won't be there
to catch me.
Just a short one literally before I go to sleep. I wanted to post something else, but it was with a friend so I don't have it with me.
Liv Nov 2014
Why am I becoming like you?
I'm becoming who I said I'd never be
And low and behold, when I look into the mirror of my soul, it's not me I see any longer
No, it's a slightly different version of you in me
I feared for this day forever
This is not how I wished to end up by any means
I see you in me and it's terrifying and I loathe it
You're becoming prevalent in me and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Riley Nov 2014
What if the way I feel is wrong?

What if everything is too strong — or alternatively, too weak?

I feel too much of everything I think. I hope.

I never want to not feel.

Sometimes there are days when I don’t feel much. But even on those days I ache to feel something.

That’s the scary part. That I possess the potential to be blank. To not have thoughts or ideas, passions or desires.

That terrifies me.

**Odd that my biggest fear is something I so often encounter in the minds of everyone I meet.
MegAnne McNally Oct 2014
I fell in love with a girl who decided she could not handle me at my worst.
Because when she was falling apart in my arms it was different,
And when I tried to fall apart it was just terrifying.
I have no space to come undone like that.

But tell me, darling, if it doesn't hurt than do you even love?
Where is the solace if there is no pain?
Can you really be in love if you are not scared of falling?
Does it mean nothing to you at all?

I once told someone that the poison in my veins was too strong,
I am the reason that no one can stay.
Even though I so desperately need someone.
Perhaps I save lives this way.

But it is not my fault you were scared of me,
And I am sorry that you prefer something surface level.
Perhaps that will be your place,
Because I told you I was ocean tides wrapped in skin.
You told me that you loved me anyway.

If my love wasn't what I wrote it to be, neither was yours.
Still bitter. Not unlovable though.
May Oct 2014
Inside an insane mind,
a place few dare to travel.
the mazes are many, exits few
you'll get lost if you can't handle.
it's dark and its dreary,
with so many turn,
what lies within the walls,
few have yet to learn.
But for those who have wandered
the halls of his mind
no one could comprehend
the horror they'd find.
Throughout this place
lies his demons, his fears
lies all his past selves
throughout all his years.
They are broken and tortured
their souls cracked and bruised,
they just walk the maze like zombies,
lost and confused.
The walls are set high
so you can't climb above it,
the thorns are a barrier
to hinder ones spirit.
If you can make it through
to the exit you'll find
the boy whose always been lost
inside his own mind.
Yet he can't escape,
as he bangs on the walls.
Screaming and fighting
to the outside he calls.
But no one can hear him
as his mind shuts him in,
but others can leave
leaving him alone and broken.
Just Melz Sep 2014
The Silence Is Terrifying.
A creak from a chair or the rustling of paper is all that breaks it.
My thoughts are so loud.
I pity those who are not alone.
I feel scared to think,
for I might sound a whisper.
The Silence Is Terrifying.
Should I speak?
No...
I would startle myself.
Maybe the others hear it too.
The silence,
I mean.
It is so loud that my heart is like
the beats of drums.
My thoughts are the words to my lovely song.
The creaking of the chair and the rustling of paper are the offkey note.
The Silence IS Terrifying.
I wrote this about ten years ago,  I just found it along with several other poems onanother poetry site. Tell me what you think?  :)
Chloe Elizabeth Jul 2014
Losing you
is the most terrifying thought
that my mind can be afraid of

And the scariest nightmare
I could ever dream

And it will haunt my body
and my soul
and every corner of my beaten heart
hoping that it will never come true

And that I will be able to wake up

By Chloe Elizabeth
Lamb Sep 2013
Her quiet footsteps in the dark
It was a cold, blistering night
Not knowing where she’s heading to
Oh, how it gave the little girl a fright

Any speck of noise was frightening
For she was all alone
A rustle in the bush
This little girl, only skin and bones

She turned a shark corner into the alley
A deathly breeze
Did she hear something?
She just wants to go home now, please?

Swoosh! Who’s there?
Her stomach starts to churn
A trashcan falls over
Her throat burns

A soft growl from behind
Slowing walking over
Hands trembling and sweating
Now where is her lucky clover?

The darkness coveted her
How could everything go so wrong?
Where’s all the good in the world
Like a sad old country song
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