"astraphobia" poems
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Storms are beautiful
Even though their fierceness
Shades their inner
beauty
Astraphobia drives those
Who fear
To scramble for
shelter
Ignoring the way
They shape the sky
To decorate it
From the common
Sight of
stars.
"
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
i. arachnophobia; fear of spiders. more common in females than males, why at night you choke on the idea of her fingers on him, long and thin.
ii. ophidiophobia; fear of snakes, fear of being crushed alive by commitment, why in the mornings you never left your number, why you don’t call her back, why you regretted it later.
iii. acrophobia; fear of heights. why she stays out of circuses and away from people like you who would make her fall in love.
iv. agoraphobia; fear of situations where escape is difficult, fear of the plane that takes her away, fear of the open crowded space of your ribcage where paintings of her still constantly hang.
v. cynophobia; fear of dogs, fear of the graves where good noses could dig up the mistakes you have made, fear of a girl who made you want to get a puppy and settle down somewhere finally.
vi. astraphobia; fear of thunder and lightning, fear of being alone in a house that always sounded like both, the stormclouds of your histories always brewing behind flimsy doors. fear of finding her there and having her kiss you in the rain. fear she’d never come back to you again.
vii. trypanophobia; fear of injections, fear of drugs, fear of the doctor who looked into your heart and told you that your shaky hands and bad dreams were a sign that she’s crept into your sleep.
viii. social phobias; fear of social situations, fear of your father’s white knuckles on the wheel while he says, “no son of mine is a ***** like this,” fear of her mother’s judgement, fear of not being enough.
ix. pteromerhanophobia; fear of flying, fear of remembering how long it’s been since you actually felt alive, why you trembled whenever you held her tight, why one day she frightened you so bad that you left in the middle of the lonely night.
x. mysophobia; fear of germs. why you knew you’d only get her covered in dirt. why looking at yourself in the mirror always seems to hurt. why you will never be happy without being hers. out of this whole messed up world, she was the only thing pure.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
I caught lightning in your bottle,
and I swallowed it whole.
So torrid and treacherously lit,
I became the kind of something
you taught yourself to run from.
Skin tight and white hot,
I radiate light from all angles;
buzzing with fluorescence.
With my fingertips brightening
the curves of your lips,
I trace that familiar fine line
between your fear and fascination.
In a single crack across the sky,
I will set your darkness ablaze
and leave you with
a deafening boom of clarity.
Jolted and stunned, you take in
an infinite illumination,
devouring every inch of
the unknown color and wonder
once shadowed by your thick,
murky doubt.
Blink, and it disappears
as quickly as it came to be.
What you see, you can’t forget.
As the spots dance, staccato
in front of your eyes,
you run, just as you taught yourself,
fast and far, away from the light;
disenchanted once again,
as you recall the fact that
lightning never strikes
the same place twice.
the same place twice.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
With a line of light
Streaking across a sky
Disturbing the peaceful night
Thunder kills
The pitter patter of the rain
And a young heart skips a beat
Yelling her mother's name
Most would never think
Astraphobia could make
A girl think this way
It's like Evil
Whispers
Words that seem to be
Booming and squeezing
The life out of you
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
i wanted to be a storm for you
to wake you up in the middle of the night
and make you notice
so i started raining and you left my tears alone
in an old bucket outside
my voice was the sonic wave of thunder
that shook your bedpost night after night
my goodbye hit you like a lightning bolt
the Lichtenberg figures mapped your body
lines leading to every place my hands have touched
the tree branch that scraped your window was speaking to you
whispering all of the times i said i love you
reminding you of all the times you never did
the lightning screamed them at the top of their lungs and
you never noticed but now that I'm gone
you pour the bucket over yourself everyday
now that I'm gone you trail your fingers along the lines
thinking of what you lost
now that I'm gone you stay silent
just to try to hear my voice one last time
now that I'm gone
you listen for me in every storm
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
She tried to enjoy the most miraculous time of day just for me ,
but the storms cleansing through her into a frenzy , with cotton in her
ears so as not to hear the thunder , eyes fixed on the floor with a broom
nervously sweeping the tea room ! Crying out with each flash of lightning , calling "the Kiddies" off the porch to stand under a table , drawing every dining room curtain closed with her hand on a Bible ...Nervously singing to grandchildren on such happenings , I pray for tranquil weather in Heaven for you Grandmaw on every evening ...
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
Storms are the worst
They are loud and strike you with fear
Storms are the worst
And if you're anything like me
You're afraid of them too
Lightening and Thunder
For storms are the worst
They have no mercy and take what's yours
Storms are the worst
Your beloved can see that astraphobia is now your nightmare
For storms are the worst
If you're anything like me
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
A bruise has appeared―
where you had kissed me,
last night. O Miranda―
I am not going for any other moon.
Like Uranus, I bleed
in my eyes; from every pore.
Astraphobia― I am going to
stay in dark.
This theology of aneurysms?
Who was hoodwinking
the ancient gods in the battle
of murderous themes? My hands
start shaking.
A blue rash spreads.
In honeyed voice you invoke
your angel and seek blessings―
before you go for a ****
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC