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Fear has been there since the beginning
It has seen the rise and fall of mankind
Fear is all some people know
Yet some people claim not to have it
Fear is a complicated emotion
It can stem from trauma
Or even for no reason at all
Fear makes us feel unbelievably weak
But also makes us massively stronger
Fear has many forms
And also many reasons
Fear can be in the form of something simple
But the strongest form is of the unknown
What if I’m scared of everything,
And cry beneath the moonlit sky?
Some nights, I wish I wasn’t here
I feel too fragile for this life.

What if I break, and no one sees?
What if I fade without a trace?
Would anyone reach out to me,
Or just forget I had a place?

I’ve grown to dread the face I wear,
The thoughts that echo deep inside.
What if I lose myself for good,
And no one’s there to hear my quiet cry?
Or just forget I have a place
Who am I?
It’s life’s greatest question.
Life’s biggest quest.
We go through life with this feeling.
The feeling of needing to know
But not fully knowing what we are missing.
People become anxious,
Anxious of not knowing their purpose.
They become scared,
Scared they will never know.
But the reality is,
Life’s beauty is in the unknown.
The journey of finding your purpose.
So enjoy it.
Enjoy the unknown.
Enjoy the mystery.
Because in the end,
Whether big or small,
You make an impact on this world.
You watch me sleep like I belong to you.
Eyes in the dark, but your hands feel true.
You whisper sins behind locked doors
I beg for less, you give me more.
You're not here or there but your presence is everywhere.
Like smoke in my lungs, you're choking the air.
Your shadow sleeps in my skin at night
I flinch at the dark, but crave the bite. You're somewhere in the woods looking at me, every night at three thirty three.
I hear your boots on the bedroom floor,
But I never see you close the door.
Your breath wraps around my neck like prayer,
Holy and cruel
and I still don’t care. Take what you want, just don’t set me free,
Break me apart where no one can see.
I’m not scared of the dark
I’m scared of the light,
Cause only in shadows, you treat me right.
You are the ghost I ache to keep,
Haunting my hell, tucked into my sleep. Your name is carved between my thighs,
A secret shrine no prayer denies.
You pull me close like I’m your sin,
And beg to burn just to breathe me in.
You come in the dark, leave before the light,
A name I don't know, but a touch I can't fight.
You're nowhere by day, but I feel your stare,
My skin remembers what the moon won’t share.
A ghost with hands that make me bloom
You love me in silence, then vanish like perfume.
I don’t know your name, but you know my soul
And every night, you make me whole.
B Reijjj Jul 12
I stare blankly at the moon,
half-veiled by clouds and tears.
Far from homeland,
while heavy rain shrouds wounds.
My soul wanders, seeking rest,
yearning for the finest wine and cheese.
Yet sorrow shrouds my soul,
has made my soul cease,
leaving my emotions adrift,
far away in an unknown place.
Questioning fate, is there truly any peace?
Maria Jul 1
Hello, whom I'll never meet,
Never hear, never forget,
Never loose and never find,
Never spot and never mind.

Hello, who'll turn up in my dreams,
Who'll never let me to taste the pain,
Who'll never betray and never lie,
Who'll never depart without goodbye.

I take leave of you, my unknown one,
My unsearchable and remarked for none,
My unnamed and mythic for last,
But so endlessly and sweetly loved.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖
Ellie Jun 16
As silence so loud
Seems they're not proud
All I've done for the crowd
Unknown like my sound

I stand too tall
Afraid I might fall
Alone in a hall
I'll be the greatest one of all
I feel like a shadow
A Vryghter Jun 8
“I don’t know what love is,
but I think it’s being a little
happier when I meet your eyes.
I think it’s sitting in a quiet garden,
talking about the little things.
I think it’s wrapping you in my arms,
in an attempt to love you louder.

I think it’s interlocking hands,
when you feel a little lost.
I think it’s meeting eyes,
in a room far too loud.

I think it’s listening,
when all you can do is scream.
I think it’s soft breathing,
when the night creeps around me.

I think it’s trusting one another,
when we find comfort in others.
I think it’s a silent promise,
to walk the path beside you
when it leads through hell and worse.

I don’t know what love is,
but I hope it greets me kindly.”

A.V.
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