"frights" poems
Escape pods
Ferried fears
Gaping heart
Falling tears
Dishevelled mind
Emotional unrest
Watered ground
Familiar guest
Questioned answers
Unanswered questions
Glassy eyes
Increased tension
Dissipating hope
Chewed confidence
Broken spirit
Unwelcomed sentence
Failing health
Unstable mind
Choked fingers
Flying blind
Pathetic plea
Stretched thin
Battered insides
Uncomfortable skin
Eventual stop
Frightful frights
Perceived freedom
Within sight
Bruised being
Absent gods
Relying upon
Escape pods
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Am I attractive, hot, or ****
Or just a forlorn idiot flexing
In order to join the *** scene?
I put a towel down
And set up a picnic
My head spins round
From the dirt they kick
On my meal
To make me feel
Scared and alone
With nowhere to roam
So I stay here laying in the sun
On the other side of a Gatling gun
I searched for a savior
Who's willing to say words
To me
For free
My search was fruitless
My eyes turned youthless
I grazed in the grass
As time quickly passed
After I finished my food
And was left there to brood
I became a floating satellite
That was accustomed to night
Because of my frights
That reflected all light
Now I see ants trying to feed on my crumbs
They must think I'm pretty desperately dumb
To not know they enforced my segregation
When I had naively sought validation
I waited there silently salivating
They responded by not validating
It's for that bitter reason
During my new season
I reflect my light on the approaching ants
So I may thwart their encroaching dance
My humble heart yearns
As I watch bugs burn
They wouldn't partake in my feast
So I morphed into a brutish beast
Now they're here to eat what's left
If they can survive my dragon's breath
They put out the fire in my heart
But ignited my mind
My useless humanity parts
As I focus on time
A time that keeps passing
While signs keep flashing
As burning bugs dying
Or sad satellites flying
My life was no peaceful picnic
After they noticed my sickness
And left me alone
For that is my home
When I don't need validation anymore
I search for love
Unfortunately I know what's in store
A picnic in the mud
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
Mild rain
the splashes of browny mud
holi with dirt and water
tasting the soil
being merged in nature
the ignorant childhood in rain
diving to the bottom of rivers
fishing for bral and karimeen
the occasional frights from snakes
rain, raining rained.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC
Sensitivity of my mind
frights
Hurt
in a snap
Feel my heart quake
Sinking into the core
Negative words
show a fear
Crying many tears
One comment
Fail to stay strong
Sensitive mind-
sensitive heart
don't make for positive response
Loner most frequently
from negativity
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
"You're next up"
Anxiety,
Doubt,
And ultimately the inevitable reality of what's to come fills your head.
You're next up on life's rollercoaster ride,
but you don't know what lays ahead.
You hear the laughter,
screams,
and shouts,
but you don't see it yet.
You don't know what it's about.
Instead of enjoying the wait -
you stand there,
guessing your fate.
But now it's your time.
"Sit tight"
"Keep your arms and feet inside the ride at all times"
So you buckle in -
Not quite ready,
and as the ride takes off,
you sit back steady.
You laugh as you go up & down,
side & around.
The exhilaration of moving at such speeds,
seem to be all you really need.
But then you **** too hard -
Arms and legs nearly flailing outside the ride.
You begin to feel scared,
but you have too much pride.
Then you drop down 400 feet,
the only thing the leaves your body is a deafening scream.
Fear,
Anxiety,
And uncertainty of your willpower to finish this ride set in.
You didn't know you would feel so scared,
when you chose to begin.
And just as you calm down,
another drop happens,
making you wish you'd hit the ground,
just to escape this rollercoaster ride.
Because buckled in,
there is nowhere to hide.
You wait for it to get better,
but it only gets worse.
You start crying and seeing visions of a hearse.
You see one last loop ahead,
wondering if this is when you'll be pronounced dead.
But you make it through,
upside down and all,
only seeing good things ahead -
so now you're glad you didn't fall.
The rest of the ride is smooth sailing,
no drops,
no arms flailing.
Just the wonders of life taking you to new heights,
but you're no longer scared.
You've been through all the terrors & frights.
So when it's all over,
said & done,
you can look back at the rollercoaster.
With pride now,
instead of fear,
encouraging the young who dare to travel near.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
As nights turns to days...
And days turns to nights...
I'll be your devil...
Doing all the frights...
Feasting thy souls...
And crushing thy bones...
Your enemies shall fled...
Knowing that they've bled...
As long as your safe...
I don't give a ****
Let it be known...
That a hellish deal has been made...
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
There was something about that memory of that sunset from like 10 years ago
With the summer cold closing in on my parent’s old bones
and the summer bliss embracing my naive young kiss
I just want to go back sometimes,
Sometimes, I miss the lights, sights, frights,
The bruises, blood, and peroxide,
Young minds sanctified by pure fun outside.
I remember playing roller hockey in the street
But I got grounded for throwing the puck at some teeth
Nobody got hurt, and the next day
We were back at it, finding random exotic leaves.
It was fun.
I remember playing video games when it was raining outside
And fighting over who got to be player one
Now I remember when there were perfect clouds in the sky
and we were playing video games until the stories were done
that was yesterday.
(to be continued)
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Running.
Running.
Never stopping.
Isn’t that what you want?
Hiding.
Hiding.
Always Hidden.
Did you really think I forgot?
I run and run,
And look for cover.
But still the tortures
Will persist.
They call these dreams?
This, is a nightmare.
On and on..
I don’t want this.
A brand new terror
Every night.
Plucked from my brain,
For the worst of frights.
On and on
My dream recurring,
Peaceful nights
All fade away.
I wake up crying,
No comfort for me.
I pray and hope…
Yet the nightmares stay.
Spiders, heart break,
Those are easy.
Darkness, Pain,
One and the same.
From telling me
Iv been forgotten,
To drowning slow
In acid rain.
I hope one day
They leave my head,
I hate the feel
Of constant dread.
So lets hope that
When again a sleep,
Ill dream of something soft,
Like sheep.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 2:54 AM UTC
Half past mid night,
Been up since before first light,
Can not get over this fright,
Can not take another fight,
This can not be " a we"
Fights, frights and late nights,
Last night,
And again when it was first light,
Loveless life,
Even on beautiful starry nights,
Not even worth the "we" time
We can no longer be intertwined,
Another starry night,
Another frightful fight,
Frights, fights every single night,
Tonight I fight one last fight!
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
*The darkness that shattered her world was left behind. Ashes to forget, memory lost in the wind of no rewind
She finally took the narrow path towards a new life. Today, she stands so tall and bright. No one can bring her down, solid as a rock. There's no turning back.*
Selfless, relentless to fear
Everything that mounts to heights of frights, she's the warrior. Inferior to nothing. Candors of cadence impossible to break. Her heart made of mettle steel, nothing can make her falter.
All phobias are mundane
Except for one. That's when she met him at edge of the unexpected.
He sits at the rooftop alone everynight. Smiling to himself as he gazed into burst of constellations brimming with life.
"Is this love at first sight?", she thought
Past of men that broke her,
made her who she is today.
But this boy with a smile that could break her Titanic's Ice,
made her vulnerable.
With a smile that could break
the ice in her temple.
*The power he illuminates
can set her eyes on fire.
Her fast beating heart is jumping out
Thoughts scribbling every night,
'This is going to be a mess,
I can't decide'
He closed his eyes, feeling the euphoria flowing inside.
The chimes and the chill of wind are all he can hear. He slowly touched
his chest and feel the bliss
As he opened his eyes,
a scintillating star in his sight.*
Their eyes didn't meet, yet,
He glances back without her knowing tilting his head to the left, as she watched him from her window.
He was falling and sinking into her ocean eyes. Each glance makes him drowned and drawn deeper to her.
Yesterday was a blur, tomorrow is a vivid life. Within her is starting to tear with fear. Prayers of hope she will win and take the climb. She wants to grab the chance and be happy for once in her life.
Both having the intent to speak.
Both prepared to make the first move
But bartered smiles was all it took
Heart's stolen, melting ice
They somehow knew this love will last..
Forever.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
They number the benches
they, those who need to have order
and know the when and where
of all things
The sage of bench 33
doesn’t really ever see
the brass plate with its proud threes
he covers it with his frock
as if to sublimely mock
the “theys” who need to believe these
graphic creatures keep the world
from tilting too far on its throne
The sage of bench 33
was once a number watcher,
he too counting the ways and the days
to find their sacred sum
but now he only counts
what really counts…
the steps to his next meager meal
the coins in his blue chipped cup
and the stars he can see
from bench 33
on moonless nights,
amid the frenzied frights
of those “theys”
who number not only their days
and the checkered concrete ways
but also benches for the holy homeless
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
You did not, could not, and will not break me. Not now, Not ever. My body has housed your frigid frights for as long as I can recall. You've always found a way to make the world around me harsh and bitter. You've managed to get me down more times than I can count. Your goal remains the same: you've always wished to harden my heart. Well, now, its time for me to speak. my enemy friend, the tables have finally turned and the game has shifted to change. Despite your best efforts, I remain here. I remain fighting. I'm still moving mountains, I'm still causing storms. I'm still wreaking havoc. I still feel the sunshine on my skin. I still taste the rain when it pours. You tried to take me for dead, but you failed. With me against you, you'll never stand a chance. Give me the nasty and I will hand back gold. Today, I am reminded not only did you not shatter me, but you also made me untouchable. And for that, I thank you.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
In the walls and under the floors.
They creep.
Up the stairs and through the doors.
They creep.
In the forest or in the street.
They creep.
Padding along on silent feet.
They creep.
They’re the scourge of all dreams;
The source of all screams.
They flourish from our pain.
These terrible frights
That plague all our nights.
They’ll leave you completely insane.
They’re the thoughts that make you tick.
That make you fret;
That’s their trick.
They’re the scourge of all dreams;
The source of all screams.
They flourish from our pain.
These terrible frights,
That plague all our nights.
They’ve driven us insane.
They creep
They creep
They creep
They…
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
My biggest fear has nothing to do
with monsters, the dark, death,
or any of those usual frights.
No, my most intense scare comes
from the anticipation that one day
you may see me the same way
I see myself.
For you see I'm not the girl that guys
conjure up in their daydreams.
I could never hope to pass as one
of those flitty girly-girls who know
of quizzical things such as
make-up
cute hairstyles
or fashion.
My blemishes show, and honestly
I haven't a clue how to hide them
anyway.
I look at braided hair, beachy waves,
and effortless updos with envy
My hair has two styles: up or down.
I've never in my life looked casually cute,
and am obviously uncomfortable
in a dress. Please just pass me
my jeans and t-shirt back,
I'm much more myself in them.
How does one even walk in heels?
I'd like to think I'm one of those
"cool" girls that guys claim
they love, the low-maintenance
type chick, but I don't think
I'm "cool" at all, really.
When guys describe those chicks,
they do things like
play video games
quote Star Wars
read comic books
like some ideal gorgeous geek.
Well that's **** sure not me either.
I **** at video games,
love Star Wars, but
I'm terrible with movie references,
and have never read comics.
Does manga count?
I'm kind of starting to get into that...
I'm not the nerd's epitome of perfection
either, the everyman's ideal.
So what am I? I'm just boring,
little ole me.
I love to read, and would rather
spend the night reading
or watching something than go out.
I'm shy and self-conscious to a fault,
so don't try bringing me around
friends, I'll just bring you down.
Honestly, I'm basically a child. I love
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Gargoyles
Tom & Jerry
Animaniacs
and cartoons in general.
I'm quiet and contemplative, often caught
writing in my notebook,
detailing my observations
about the world around me.
I have a ***** mind and a messed-up
sense of humor, giggling
of the worst times occasionally.
But all in all, I think of myself
as pretty boring. Laidback,
but with the most capricious of moods.
I'm both low and high maintenance.
I don't know why you think positively
of me, but I anticipate the day
you realize I'm really nothing
special at all.
The day you discover the truth
I already know all too well.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
They say something is truly computerized
yes or no? yes or no ?
which one? which one?
BETTER throw a dice if you wanna know
but no
it is a BIG YES of course!
that’s what they should be saying - truly
THEY.
WE -
however -
we don’t have a proof
that it truly is so
and we never may have
and actually we don’t even need to spend our time to find out
if they are right or wrong
It is more important to understand why we discuss this matter here now
and we can explain the reasons in two basic steps:
1- believe not and do not become a blind believer -
to whoever - to whatever- no matter who - no matter what -
there is no one who can tell you the truth
but you -
you may not need to like it all - but
that’s always for a good reason -
if you make it good
2- understand what is of essence now - thus - the thing- maybe a poem- maybe a result of a competition - maybe this - maybe that -
why that specific thing comes to my/your attention now
So
it does not matter
if it is computerized or not -
what matters is
I see it and it communicates with me
and with my senses
and is at my attention
it manifests itself to me here now where I truly am
does not matter how it manifests - but it matters that it manifests
and the answer to why
is by my experience creating an action -
Only what I can neutrally and non-judgmentally witness I can purely experience -
and purity
has surpassed frights
and purity
has no addictions
and purity
does not swing from moon to sun
but remains centralized-
and purity
needs no temporary replacement that serves to escape from one pain- discomfort to another
but purity is ultimate self - is itself by itself
therefore what is presented to me here now is not other than what my consciousness is manifesting as -
it is not a test -because we have passed all the tests -
there is no teacher other than the self-
it is such that we are moving on -
on a path of knowing of our own true nature
And now
that ‘s why!
that’s why!
There is a dove
in love with me
comes to see me daily
and listens to my songs
it ain’t matter if it’s not the same dove
although I know it is
not because it looks alike
but because I know it is
and still it ain’t matter
if it’s not the same dove
because there is a dove
in love with me
comes to see me daily
and listens to my songs
adoringly
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Freedom was close to me.
She never did want me to see.
A pain undone
That nobody could bear to run.
I went to a few concentration camps.
There were several big lamps.
They searched in the dark black nights.
They held all my frights.
Then came my pebbles.
One was round and marble smooth.
There was no dull for its color shone
I bid farewell to the dullness of life and the dullness of prison.
Size was fair in my twisted little game.
Pebble One. Pebble Me.
Pebble Two. Pebble Brother.
Pebble Three. Pebble Mother.
Pebble Four. And Pebble Father.
One was found. I saved my life.
Two was found. Welcome Brother.
Three was found. Hello, Mother.
Where was Four?
I would bother to save my Father.
There it was.
My hidden rocks.
One, two, three and four.
Some say that there is tricky feat called a cheat.
That is not what I am.
To cheat means one is beat.
I am not what beat is.
I am what a treat is.
Mother shall have her house.
Brother shall boast in his bed.
I will have all the bread.
Father will have freedom that is not forlorn.
The pebbles are what kept us alive.
It is as if we are stuck under a beehive.
One came out to sting.
With that sting it took every single thing.
The Russians came after many years.
I would have cried but I had no tears.
My life was fuller.
My soul gained strength.
Marion B.
Had the strength to know when to flee.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
Tales of ghouls and trick or treats
Witches, ghosts, and things to eat
The spirit world is here to greet
It's Hallowe'en again
Soaping windows, creaky doors
Begging like addicted ******
They keep coming, they want more
It's Hallowe'en again
Haunted houses, ghostly frights
Witches flying brooms tonight
A zombie lawyer is quite a sight
It's Hallowe'en agin
Charlie Brown and Snoopy too
Get rocks as treats, I ask...do you?
Dressed as smurfs, all done in blue
It's Hallowe'en again
The smell of fall is in the air
Tonight the kids are out to scare
I stay downstairs like I'm not there
It's Hallowe'en again
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Embodiment.
Its language. Listen.
It’s the dance of our devotion.
Open your emotion.
To honour this temple that houses the spirit of all madness,
wild women, roaring chaos.
As the feminine I release all guilt and shame...
Owning my sexuality. Owning my truth.
And taking back, the body as Mine.
I’m not here to be a pleaser in anyway, how utterly boring.
I take back my power, and I don’t only stand in my power,
but I Stomp the streets of chaos in defeat.. empowered..
i Soar the skies of the infinite eyes... empowered.
By the knowingness that I am free, in my body.
I will not allow, the media, the conditionings that are so stuck in their solidity, without any motion, their consciousness is stagnant and I say **** THAT.
Bring the sacred waters back,
and let the blood of bones wash over you..
as you remember the ancient essence of what is it to be Primitive,
free in the Body.
I’ll dance for you, Naked darling.
I hope you turn the lights on, and see yourself.
In remembrance. Visible.
Free in the Body.
I hope you Rip off the layers when you get angry or sad,
and let the healing of your body, make you deliciously Mad.
Scream, and remember it’s all a dream.
The sizzling fire within you is the source of illuminating,
this essence so bright will **** all your frights.
Simply burning the layers of illusions,
So you may meet yourself as the fractal of fusions
Take it all off,
And see what you are made of.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
*you never see a ghost
except inside your fear
what you see at most
is an apparition unclear.*
flickering lantern lights
casting shadows on the wall
were your childhood frights
in the half lit nightly lull.
you couldn't tell them lies
tales that grandma spun
glowworms were ghosts' eyes
that closed with morning sun.
they made a place in your head
broke all your resolves weak
eerie patterns moonlight made
wind's howls in bamboo's creak.
when the nights came
clock ticks gave a scare
you had to believe in them
you knew they were there.
are they now all dead
fantasy of child's mind
monsters below bed
footsteps heard behind?
*some fears you still own
strangely hold them firm
and when you are alone
seek grandma's safety arm!*
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
***Read the fourth stanza whichever way you want to, one column, two columns, one full stanza, etc.
Freedom was close to me.
She never did want me to see.
A pain undone
That nobody could bear to run.
I went to a few concentration camps.
There were several big lamps.
They searched in the dark black nights.
They held all my frights.
Then came my pebbles.
One was round and marble smooth.
There was no dull for its color shone
I bid farewell to the dullness of life and the dullness of prison.
Size was fair in my twisted little game.
Pebble One. Pebble Me.
Pebble Two. Pebble Brother.
Pebble Three. Pebble Mother.
Pebble Four. And Pebble Father.
One was found. I saved my life.
Two was found. Welcome Brother.
Three was found. Hello, Mother.
Where was Four?
I would bother to save my Father.
There it was.
My hidden rocks.
One, two, three and four.
Some say that there is tricky feat called a cheat.
That is not what I am.
To cheat means one is beat.
I am not what beat is.
I am what a treat is.
Mother shall have her house.
Brother shall boast in his bed.
I will have all the bread.
Father will have freedom that is not forlorn.
The pebbles are what kept us alive.
It is as if we are stuck under a beehive.
One came out to sting.
With that sting it took every single thing.
The Russians came after many years.
I would have cried but I had no tears.
My life was fuller.
My soul gained strength.
Marion B.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
When I was young,
I was afraid of the night.
I believed it was
home to ghosts, poltergeists
and all kinds of frights.
Just the absence of light
sends shivers to my spine.
As I grew up, I've come
to love the night.
It makes me feel alive.
All of my emotions revive.
and my words drive
to self-proclaimed beauty.
But the thing that I
most appreciate,
is that this is the time
that I get to you.
The only time
I can see your smile
shine bright.
Brighter than the
gleaming moonlight.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
Little red riding hood
Standing in the deep dark woods
Out comes a piercing howl
Not from a hooting owl
Whistling through the shadows
Like a hovering ghost
Launches out of the trees
THUD, the wolf drops to his knees
Red riding stares with an evil grin
A cape full of blood stained sin
Removes the cold steel from his heart
Smears the blood like a work of art
Twirls and dances of victory
And skips off into the night
A girl of pure insanity
Twisted soul for the forest she frights
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:52 AM UTC
Delirium Tremens
Off the wall my feverish demons jump
And skirt about the edges of the room
Mocking my sleeplessness with levity
While I coil like a snake in a fiendish tomb
Cold sweat like clear lava bubbles
On my brow and down my spine
Muffled thumps or shrieking wails
Discernable sounds of an evil kind
Half in sleep or haphazard flight
Malevolent tentacles cleave me down
Tormented by these Hellish frights
In catacombs black, stuffy underground
I flail my limbs in futile dispute
At luminous eyes of a Satanic hound
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC