"nyctophobia" poems
I am the dark,
I am the sea,
I sit in silence,
Through the cinematic breeze.
Visions of the aesthetic,
The mentalism of fear,
A lovely lullaby,
The nyctophobia gear.
I am an art piece,
Painted in black, grey and white,
Kept in the archive of the dismissive,
On spacious 104-8C.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
“Are you afraid of the dark?”
No. Not at all, in fact.
I really don’t mind
A pitch-black room.
What I am scared of,
Is my dark.
The dark that swallows my vision
When I lay down at night to sleep.
This deep, dark dreamland
Is far more severe
Than what any nightlight could fix.
Sleep is a tsunami.
I am a swimmer in the middle of the storm.
With each paddle, I am taken out and under.
Insomnia is my buoy.
The constant rattle in my head
Reminds me of the tempest to come.
Nightmares are like sharks.
They eat and gnaw on my thoughts
Shredding my soul to pieces.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Some people are afraid of spiders
Because they've felt fangs in their skin and the venom in their veins.
And they say the way to cure it
Is to caress the eight gentle legs and learn to trust the eight gentle eyes.
Some people fear the sea
Because they've felt the air leave their lungs, believing it'll never come back.
And they say the way to cure it
Is to let one's body be embraced by the tide and embrace the love of its waves in return.
Some people fear the dark
Because they know what hides within the absence of light and they've heard what goes bump in the night.
And they say the way to cure it
Is to turn off all the lights and touch the shadows. Finding the beauty in the ignorance of what happens around them.
But you, brave soul,
Do not suffer from arachnophobia, aquaphobia or nyctophobia.
Only one terror controls your life, daring you to face it.
For you, my friend
Fear love.
Because you have been broken
Time and time again
By those who said they loved you.
And the only way to cure it
Is to fall so deeply
That you forget the spider bites, the rising tide, and to turn on the light at night.
But mostly you will forget all those that hurt you.
And your heart
Will be free
To love
Unconditionally.
- p. winter
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
A leaking clock keeps you
nose up with eyes peering
through night-flooded sky
towards glow-in-the-dark
stars, childhood mementos,
to keep those other shapes
from seeping in, like snakes
slinking over drawers when
they were socks left hanging,
or a hand haunched achingly
through the wardrobe door
was only a shirt sleeve, but
now light escapes the curtains,
becomes a silhouette of a man
out of the second-floor window.
It's ok, you remind yourself.
You roll your head over to
drink, drink, drink in the ticks.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Soporific nightmare,
While I wander,
Beckons for me to follow.
Inviting cliff,
Of shattered scribe,
Dismisses my plain apparel.
Where is the escape,
If now is neither here nor there.
If then is just a dream,
Faltering in the dark.
My Nyctophobia,
Claims to be an excuse.
Residing in a subsiding sky,
In a silent ocean,
In the wings of the chrysalis,
Of my fallen butterfly.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
You aren't trapped in darkness
You are simply hiding from the light
Taking a break from being seen
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
Maybe we should be kinder
Because everyone
Is scared of something
Maybe we should dream
Drink and laugh
Like we mean it this time
Maybe it’s time
we pulled the bodies
From our closets
Maybe it’s time we accept
That we can bury our past
And not mourn our future
Maybe we should live
Like dying doesn’t matter
Like we aren’t afraid
Of the Dark.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
when darkness falls
so does shadow
the veil of perhaps
washes over you and
imagining leads you to fear.
your mind starts to play games
with your eyes
you see monsters
in your closet and
under your bed.
looking is not seeing
but they seem the same
so what you thought you glimpsed
sends shivers down your spine
your pupils dilate
fight or flight
because no matter
what your parents tell you
the blankets won't protect you
and the monsters
are
real.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
The moonlight peaks through the small gap, between the curtains.
In the still of the night, the waters of the mind are nothing but turbulent.
The child from the past, she weeps so silently; she is audible to those who hear her out-
except I am the only one who hears her cries.
A child with nyctophobia, she leaves the nightlight on to ward the darkness.
And yet- she can not escape it, for it stalks her mind with a bitter sharpness.
A waning moon weeps in the dusty clouds
And a waxing fear, she will fail to shroud.
Pretend- as if nothing haunted her past
You would never know- even if you asked.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
She has the strangest
case of
nyctophobia. The Night
sends her into a hurried
hurried mess, eager to
greet again the sun
Stay with me for the night!
Be my lover for the night!
and you consider
and you surrender
because you have a fear of
The Sun. Ante Meridiem.
so give in!
fear controls your body
and she controls your fear
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 2:10 AM UTC
whether it's for fear of starvation-
or wild animals and their predation-
we understand those instinctual fears-
that we've developed through the years-
but what of that lurking thing we see-
that screams in night like a banshee-
what made humans so deathly scared-
of a pale sunken vision with its teeth bared-
what gave us the instinctual scopophobia-
or that sinking feeling of nyctophobia-
what creature hounded our predecessors-
that we fear slunken things as aggressors-
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Darkness.
A silly fear to have, when you see it every day.
You even see it when you close your eyes.
So why does it continue to terrify me?
There's nothing bad out there.
I keep telling myself that even as I convulse with fear.
Yet I still run away with a pounding heart.
As if something is threatening to pull me away.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Heres a fun puzzle for those who like writing lyrics or like adding layers to yoru poetry.... all musicians do this... Example.. Use the song Another Brick in The Wall by pink Floyd as a starting point... We don't need NO(Nyctophobia) education, we don't need no thought control (photo, tvs), no dark sarcasm in the classroom (catoptro, [cain and abel, the domestication of cats and dogs, hunter gatherers, farming), teacher leave those kids ALONe(ankylo… Lust Envy Greed)…. and align pairs or triplets of heavier phobias with pairs of more subconscious fears, like light (or waking up and the psychology behind that){random example, nycto, mono, auto, photo catoptro} and align each group of 5 with one of the 7 deadly sins (its 8, hubris and vein glory are split into their own group, its a trick) and get secret messages from them such as (A-gate) etc or from anagrams within each set of 5 till you learn what influences each of the 7 deadly sins.. like hubris is partially a creation of limit testing... envy is a product of identifications and dissociations (vein glory is split into one of its own because its origin is your ******* stage or when you realize your *** or you can do it to Come Together by the Beatles and align the groups together to get messages from your 5 stages of your libido.... Oral, **** ******* Latent, and Genital as well as aligning them with the 4 levels of dreams..... Condensation, Displacement, Visualization, and Symbolism and look for secret messages.... then after you get messages or instructions with the the anagrams on each level look for directions to draw and use the letters to create images, some of them are interesting
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
. Nocturnal
Insomnia
&
Nyctophobia
a
Stygian Saga
Asleep full of nightmares
awake counting sheep an
owl became rooster when
the moon, sun did leap.
15 & 16th April 2022.
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 6:12 AM UTC
I've been paralyzed as soon as the light leaves me.
Paranoid by sound because every sound I hear maybe sinister.
I grip my blankets as if I were in a safe zone.
The darkness creeps on me when I'm alone.
I swear the silence in this area Screams at me to get out.
I don't want to be here.
I just want to sleep in peace,
but I fear I'll end up six feet below your feet.
Body aches from tensing up,
I don't think I'm alone anymore.
Eyes glancing all around to to be sure,
But I feel like I'm being watched and I don't feel so secure.
I'm trapped here Until Dawn.
Hello Darkness, how have you been?
I am unsure if you met my depression my good old friend.
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 10:30 PM UTC