Bo Burnham Mar 2015

I bought a bunch of wooden soldiers.
I bought them from the store.
And now a hundred tiny soldiers
guard my bedroom door.

So if you're a scary monster-thing
who wants to go to war,
my bedroom door is open.
I'm not frightened anymore.

Aderyn Apr 2014

Fear makes no sense
it doesn't matter what fear
Fears don't define weather
you are brave or not
weather you are reckless
Or masochist

Fear is not,
as some think,
part of your instincts
of survival of self preservation
It can destroy you,
turn you into lil' pieces

Summer Kurtz Apr 2014

I care not for what may come
I fear not for who I'll be
But I care for what I'll be
I fear for who will come

JP Aug 2014

Every fear is fear from getting hurt.

We fear to love, afraid of rejection and getting hurt.
We fear height because we're afraid of falling and getting hurt.
We fear darkness because of what's probably in there that might hurt us.
We fear certain insects or animals because they might bite and hurt us.

We fear fears because we fear from getting hurt.

Now I don't know what "fear" is because of all those "fear" words in my poem.
Jackie White May 2015

Fear of losing someone dear
Fear of injustice
Fear of a strong man
an abusive man
Fear of the dark
Fear of a house
Fear of a mysterious man
an unknown man

another TKAM poem i had to write. Hope you like!

Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial & jail seem almost
friendly)

a Kiss in the Storm

(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
space populous & arching
coolly)

A barn
a cabin attic

Your own face
stationary
in the mirrored window

fear of restroom’s
Tragic cold
neon

I’m freezing

animals
dead

white wings of
rabbits

grey velvet deer

The Canyon

The car a craft
in wretched
SPACE

Sudden movements

& your past
to warm you
in Spiritless
Night

The Lonely HWY
Cold hiker

Afraid of Wolves
& his own
Shadow
~~~

The Wolf,
who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert
night
& the cold men
who play there.
~~~

a ha
Come on, now
luring the Traveller
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
The eyes of night
Westward luring
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into Night

Kelvin May 2015

Fear is what keeps people alive,
Fear is the only reason they're alive

Fear of suicide,
Fear of your loved ones feeling sad,
Fear of pain,
Fear of being in endless oblivion.

Fear is what keeps me alive.
Fear is the only reason I'm alive.

fearful.

My biggest fear
is that eventually,
you will see me
the way
I see
myself.

Fear controls us. Don't let it. Break free.
Field Of Moons Sep 2014

Fear.
I wish I never came to know.
Fear.
We try so hard to never let it show.
Fear.
A relentless force.
Fear.
It always finds its way into everyone's course.
Fear.
Go away!
Fear.
Show me a brighter day.

autumn Jul 2016

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.

Careena Mar 2014

Glide your fingers down the railing
As you make your grand ingression
Meeting the faces you are destined to meet
As they fasten their first impressions

You are one to worry what they think
And wonder how or why
But, know that they have trained themselves
To create facades and alibis

They would be just as scared as you
If they were the ones walking down that stair
So hold your head up high, my dear
As if you did not care

Just a note to myself that everyone feels like this
Kevy Almighty Feb 2015

I'm afraid of losing my parents.
I'm afraid of death.
Never finding the "right one" is a fear.
Not being financially stable is a fear.
Never being genuinely happy brings me fear.

However,  my greatest fear is not being great; not being successful.

Success is a must
Andrew Switzer Jun 2015

Opia. Noun. The ambiguous intensity of looking into someone's eyes, which can fell simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

As you lie in my arms, watching the television, you don't notice that my undivided attention is focused on you. Something I've been dreaming of for weeks, and it's finally come true. Even better, from your angle, you can't see me staring into your eyes, so I don't feel the nervous compulsion to turn away. Whether directly or not, I could drink in your eyes with mine, for hours, and they would be among the best hours of my life.
Then there's the other hand, held tightly by trepidation. I love the prospect of your eyes staring into mine, but it's not without its fears. I'm afraid you'll see all the pain and fears that I've spent the past seven years working to overcome. I'm afraid you'll see all the insecurity and doubts I have about myself. I'm afraid you'll see all the words that I long to whisper in your ear, but can't, because I'm terrified of scaring you away. I'm afraid you won't like the fact that, behind these eyes lies only pictures and thoughts of you. But most of all, I'm afraid that, unlike me, who loves every detail, and lives for moments like these, you won't love the things you see. I long for the day when you stare happily into my eyes, but I'm frightened that you won't enjoy the secrets they reveal.

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