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Fear is the key, Fear is the key Fear is the key to unlock all the doors Fear can make you stand still, rooted to the ground Like a giant oak tree which has stood unmovable for decades Fear can also give you a turbo-boosting propulsion Like a rocket launching into space at supersonic speed Fear can lock the propulsion inside of you, hidden all along Like a giant mass of icebergs beneath the ocean Fear nothing but fear itself Fear is good, Fear Is Bad, But Fear Is Necessary Fear Is Necessary For Your Survival, Know Danger For If You Know Not Fear, You Know No Danger Know Fear, Understand The Fear. Embrace Fear But Do Not Let Fear Control You, Rule You Fear Is An Insidious type that can Creep Up Behind You Always There Lurking In The Shadows
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Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
Fear Is The Key
i linger in the tub long after the heat has left i wait until it chills my bones shivers down my spine i linger in the tub tonight bubbles sparsely sit on the surface my pain is slowly unearthing an iceberg, deeper than expected an iceberg, how much i’ve been neglected an iceberg, dive into my tempest an iceberg, the weight of deflection
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May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
Freudian
I remember why I keep looking back This was the time I lost you They say we’ve improved Yet every year, still lost And sad This really isn’t a poem It’s the hard earnest truth And it doesn’t take A Hemingway to see it It just is A lonely iceberg to come a shore Never no more to be again And this is okay
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Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
From Sights A Shore Is Seen
Glistening snow-white tips Polished, sanded, draped with the finest of tapestry silks. Blessed with splendor, splendid splits Crevasses, curves both shallow and steep deep slopes stretching from mountain peaks. Lustrous caves lurking, smirking as black crows write their prose nose-deep in the blinding snow, with their ***** little paws. Puffin, stay wary of blizzards and storms deafening. Creaking floorboards of ice sheets slip from beneath its tiny red toes no edge to cling to, nor air to latch onto with its wings a red stain left at the bottom of the pit. Blizzards' lay a new layer of fresh snow covering the deep scars of warmth carved into the mounds of ice splashed with red paint Stained for millennia to come Melancholy; the artist behind the painting. Hollow breaks in serial layers of ice Seeping black, oozing onto the ocean floor Not floating, bloating, or staying, Drowning. Inside, etched into the lining, a thousand silent words Melting with each new sunrise, in which ray's they bathe Wash from meaning drop. by. drop.
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May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 5:47 PM UTC
Iceberg
You see my icy disposition but never questioned Is he as stone-cold as his eyes? Or is it all a lie? I have gotten good at masking all the damage I have gotten good at presenting the perfect package But underneath the visibility, you would see oceans of feelings You see the tip of the iceberg, my ego If you never dive in deep then you'll never truly know Who I am when I am alone or when I feel at home The scars underneath these modest clothes The tender warm waters birthing a rose For my prince charming that can melt my throes Waiting for the day I can really show Who I am without attack
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
Iceberg
a heart as cold and hard as an iceberg our warning hot air is nothing to him but a passing breeze
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Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO GLOBAL WARMING
If the icebergs are melting away How come my mother-in-law Is still intact?
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
A Question About Global Warming
Defrosting the freezers   are far from **** Nonetheless They're on the rise Caps are melting Shelves are falling Glaciers are passing ships   in the traffic lane They're on the move This is no song & dance The poles are looking for   new real estate and They're coming soon   to a neighborhood near you
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
Pole Dancing
We embarked upon a titanic voyage to a new world. It’s said that behind every great man there's a great woman; But a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. 7 bells rang late that night, as our ship stuck fast; between the devil and the deep blue sea. Fingers frantic! tapping code…—-… Sailors quickly battened down the hatches and stowed away the Riff-raff, for they knew fine words would butter no parsnips, Better here than there in third class. Some fiddlers on the deck played “Nearer My God to Thee", As the bubbles rose from beneath the sea, come buckle down boys for the devils to pay, come hell or high water he’ll have his pay. Mothers row, land lubbers row, it's time to leave this god forsaken place. pulling hard for freedom. Ten steel decks split and snap, as they join the ***** and hundreds either shriek or pray; as La dolce vita slowly ebbed away. Mercifully the cacophony descends ever silent, as fifteen hundred souls become neither fish nor flesh, rotting from the head down. Save our souls •••- - - •••. … — …
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
Gigantic
you aren't the jack to my rose. you are the iceberg to my titanic because no matter the course i planned to go, you were meant to cross my path, hit me, sink me, and **** everything i was and was supposed to be.
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
you are the iceberg to my titanic
You say I am a diamond In the middle of the ocean Least you know, about me So take caution and precaution For I am an iceberg Steady in my flow Harmless, but dangerous Yet, I mean to glow ***I shine I welcome I drown I wreck*** I am plumpy downwards And just a little above the waves So many hollows And yes, I have a cave Within me, I am no one Not a spirit or a living soul No one invited me, to come As I somehow drifted from the pole ***Alone adrift Alone forever*** When the sun shines Tears of joy roll down Making my head smaller And I begin to drown ***Slowly Painfully*** *I am melting I am melting* Down ○ ● ○ Exiting this realm into the next, Rising the ocean A level higher... ©sim
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
Melting Down
On the I C, I C, I C Bergs. Their splendour Leaves me Lost for wergs.
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
I C Bergs
you were seasick but you don't know where it came from or where you feel   the discomfort the agony or the shooting pain you lose sense of time and days were taken for granted the sea monsters were pulling you down and the creatures that only existed in your mind broke loose like pandora's box they liked walking on your ribs and would feel their curves and edges tremors and heartaches continued like how the trees quivered and were carried out by the hurricane people look at you as if they've been to the peak of your highland mountain from the base but only sees the tip of the iceberg
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
those days
Heard was the “Iceberg dead ahead!” The titanic continued to keep its course The captain feeling heavy as lead Already feeling the weight of remorse The impact reflecting their woe The iceberg has so much more below They began to sink to the bottom The ship filling and breaking Falling like the leaves of autumn Those trapped start peeking Under the iceberg lies a show The iceberg has so much more below Light begins to dance in the ice Moon shining through the night Little stars dancing like mice More to be seen than at first sight Entirely different view down low The iceberg has so much more below If only they could stay forever Watching the beauty that lies there As they fell down even deeper Their lives complete, void of care Because of the true sight and glow Of an iceberg that has so much more below
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
Under the Water
These words, floating to the surface, come from amongst an ocean of others. Sleeping, ripening, unformed, swimming in darkness, some rising into green, translucent waters. Titles, remembered images, voices of loved ones, colours, scents, secret moments never spoken aloud. More, and more still, residing, unseen, unheard, unknown beneath this iceberg of words.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
The Iceberg Poem
--- What lies beneath the surface? All the media hype? What lies beneath your internet, your TV and your Skype? What lies beneath the input that boggles your wee brain? What's up with politicians? The jingoist refrain? What's up with Miley Virus, in her fairy leotard ******* bare for all to see... hoist on her own petard? Is it all it seems? A world that's just sick? Or is it a great metaphor for a magic trick? While the Great Houdini rolls up with a band you're watching smoke n mirrors and disregard his hands. Televangalists preach prosperity! Filling up the pews, While you're watching people going crazy on the news! What lies beneath Denver? The Dome of the Rock? Are there great growing cities? Or is all of that just talk? There was once a mighty ship they thought would never sink... Folks, what's beneath's an iceberg **and it's CLOSER THAN YOU THINK!** SoulSurvivor (C) 5/19/2015
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
What Lies Beneath
When did you become so cold, like an iceberg at sea, You are lost to me, waiting to collide with an unsuspecting victim, Your secrets are hidden in the dark deep waters, never to be seen, that's the part of you that hit me, and left me here shivering.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Iceberg
Are you aware of the music you make, Cricket? Can the grass be ticklish to your toes? Tickled like trapped foes. Toads and toad bumps. Frogs salted on salted Slugs. Creamer for the chocolate night, Are you alive? Sentimental over fingerprints, my wings wandered three centuries ago. Where they went nobody knows. Three lights captured in my eye: one is the bedroom one is the trumpet one is the theatre Hip bones have red suns. Flowers crawl on skyscrapers. Barns and bugs with spotted bellies. Cracked a mirror on my foot, wish it stayed the evening and for supper. Could have gone home but instead, harvested Winter in Mexico.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Icebergs in Mexico
he jumped off Golden Gate they never saw him again. cracked his skull on the pavement the boys kept kicking. blood spilled everywhere suicide note too soaked to read. he arrived to the party in a Ford Escort he left it in an ambulance.
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
an iceberg of stories from the city
Still I fear You have little understanding For how I really feel Tip of the iceberg? Baby, you can't even Comprehend the Glacier Underneath
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Glacier