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forestfaith Oct 2018
It seems, your tears filled up your bowl.
It seems, that, your mouth, your teeth, they chewed till they were sweets.
It seems that, your....
I can't do it.
Couldn't sympathise so well.
I am confused, and I am so broken.
I am breaking. I feel so dead.
I feel like, I...I can't...do that...or this...or them...
I have so many things.
"I am holding on..too tightly to certain things..."
I am scared and frightend.
I am lost. Feel forgotten.
I can't seem to breathe.
I am so tired.
Of....me.
Of myself.
This body, this heart, my enemies. .
Oh, how I hope I can be separated from them.
I didn't get enough sleep last night again.
I didn't....
I cant.
My fingers they are sliding across the keyboard, just trying to catch up the wild thoughts of my mind, and I stop, broken.
I want to rest, but I would be lazy.
I want to stop and think, but that's just procrastinating.
I....
I can't.


Sorry, 12258
Sorry God.
Sorry Mother and Father.
Sorry sister.
Sorry. To myself.

"Congrats you failed. Yes you."
I said.
Pointing to the mirror.
Just my thoughts sometimes.
When I lose sight of God...but...just...so confused and lost.
Nellie Manning Sep 2014
Boom boom bam! Went the bombs,
and I shreiked with fear,
we were safe in a bomb
saftey place, but that did not
stop the fear creeping,
creeping in, and frightining our
frightend world of fear.


"Boom bam bam!" My little sister
shreiked, and even with our fear
and fright we all giggled just a bit,
but then we heard the bang just
outside our walls, and were once again
consumed by the fear of the frightend
world outside - fighting for our world.


"Be quiet now dear Jennifer,
hold onto marney now!"
cried my dear brother peter over the
noise of bombs falling, falling, the sound
of bombs falling, the sound
of fear death and dying,
"Dye!" they seemed to screech,
outside in the world of fear outside.


The army was fighting people were
dyeing, it was all to much for me,
and the last thing I heard before
I fainted away, was dear little
Rosemary crying "Boom bam bam!
Boom boom bam!"
hi all, this is my first post on this site, and it's based on my nanas experiance in world war 2 (she is marney) and yes I know I said "bomb saftey place instead of a bomb shelter, but that is only to make it rhyme.
Thanks for reading!
Nellie
for what i know a
feeling that turns you
frightend and glum
for thinking too much

every single time
enourmos because i allow it to
enlarge to an
expansion that now creates what this is

about
always present and has a talent for
appaearing when there’s nothing but urge
and seek

reverence and dread
rushing through my body
right now
right here:

fear.
honestly one of my favourite feelings.
the things people are willing to do and achieve because of fear is truly and absolutely thrilling.

it lies within every single soul
and is the one true thing that connects us.
because a human basically acts on fear.
think about it.
example:
why are you nice to people in the first place?
well, probably because your mother or father or anybody taught you as a child, but did they do it without fearing you of something? of people rejecting you when you act rude, or did those people do it themselves? are you afraid of karma? or the opinion of others?
it doesn‘t really matter.

everything you do
is somehow based on fear.
fear you once felt.
fear that is still so painfully present.
fear lurking on the horizon of the future
or even the fear of fear.
agree?
Viper Jan 2011
I have to admit I have an uncontrollable addiction

confessing such a thing took some real conviction

my vice cannot be injected, smoked or snorted up ones nose

it all started with you taking off your clothes

My pulse quickend and senses became hightend

without a second thought I removed my clothes no longer frightend

our bodies become one and time seems to no longer exist

the more of you I have,the less I can resist

our breathing gets fast and beads of sweat appear

living in the moment forgetting all we held dear

no more God or nature and the world begins to quake

collapsed in sweat soaked sheets two bodies twitch and shake

some would say my addiction is just ***, but that just isn't true

my addiction was never just ***....it was always just you
copyright Viper 2011
David Nelson May 2013
Jimmy Olsen Esq

just a cub when it came to written words
though he had so many stories to tell
energized by the one mansosuper
questioned by the planet daily
frightend by the Mr White
challenger to all evil
smiles for Siol Enal
follower of his majesty
the Kent of Clark
faster than
power of
choo choo
leaper

Gomer LePoet ....
lost in space !!
RebelGirl May 2018
stay fit
eat right
eat slow
**** not that slow
now im confused
dont sass me
im the boss
i say what goes
cant i go out
no
but why
because i said so
but that is not fair
life aint fair
you ****
smack across face
ouch what did you do that for
because i can

i dont want to be that kind of parent to my children because i dont want to turn them into children that are scared and frightend of athority
Harriz Sierra Mar 2018
Voices inside my head,
Screaming I should be dead
With a gunshot through the head
Laying beside my bed.

They call me, I whisper don't, stop!
Please don't make me drop!
A phone rings, I answer it. I said hello, no one answered,
realizing I just heard the silence of my brain,
making me want to reduce the pain,
and what's insane is that I cannot find peace and calmness
through all the hardness and madness.

It makes me wanna *****, because this world, has no peak, I'm blinded by fear, I'm weary to hear, Scary to be near, frightend to be real but I can see,Now this time, It is for sure,
It's me floating on a boat, by the sea,

My bed of conscience, Delivers me.
Nqobile Victoria Mar 2019
You
Your eyes say a lot,
But your eyes give me a certain look.
Your eyes give her and him the very same look .
I see you with a lot of girls
But some how I believe that I'm still special.
I've got a hunch you make everyone else feel "special".
I don't want to believe it
But I can't help myself believe that you and I  truly may have something going on.
As I write this poem about you,
I think about the moment we first met
To the last time I saw you
Where you placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
A kiss so sweet.
Enough to make me believe that you and I are an item.
But then again I'm  frightend
By what people may perceive me to be.
As you have many admirers
One being someone I'm close to
Who has no clue
That I have such feelings for you.
I don no know why we need ourselves?maybe we're tired of sound of a banger on the **** tube or we're tired of silence.
I don no why we're dissatisified?
maybe we stucked behind the screen &dreaming&claiming.
I don no why we're too busy?
maybe we feel superior to others or perhaps we're in lack of confidence!
I don no why we hate things? maybe we don want'em to find us
or perhaps we're frightend!

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