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hfallahpour Aug 2015
Never close your bright eyes,
those fireworks,
please

I'm **nyctophobic
Austin Mosher Oct 2013
Exile me to the severed skies
On sanctuary walls,
Eyes bleed euphoric denials.
Lamp posts illuminate
Mile long, azure compromise.
The nyctophobic light bulb's
Light dwindles after a while.
Silk suit sultans stand single-
File beneath hemorrhaging tides.
Immutable cocoons wrap
Thighs around their sunken smiles.
Sana Jan 2015
Of a might divine
Of a darkness shine
You gleam, glow, glimmer
Sparkling like stars' dust
Dooming the world
To be trapped
Forever
In the colors of the night
You twinkle, sparkle, shine
But no one is giving a dime
For you, you and you
For you, me and them
For in the dark, dark night
You sparkle
For the pleasure of
Nyctophobic eyes
There is something I want to test through this, so I would really appreciate it if you guys could tell me what are your opinions on this and what do you think it's about
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dilshé Aug 2021
Intensely in disguise
A sheep in wolf skin
fear present in the eyes
reflects an inflaming sting.
Striding in the night
despite being nyctophobic
says uncertainty is delight
while being atelophobic.
Hoping this sheath of confidence
would seep into the core
'fake it till you make it '
the nagging quote we all adore.
nathansolmeo Apr 2018
I stepped out from my tent into the night.
We had set up camp early, unusually so, but understandable. Getting for this solitary camping site was exhausting enough. I could tell that it was just half an hour after full dusk, but they were all sounding asleep. From across the campfire, I could see Trisha’s tent with its owner perhaps snoring a little too loud. Beside mine Daniele and Jomer’s tent. I’d never dare go there after I decided to try and pull off some prank at an ill time. Nor would I speak of its details. The others like, like Nicole and Ivan were also out.

I wore my hood and went off into the woods.

Despite my nyctophobic tendencies, I continued thoroughgoing in the woods, grasping transcendent perception of solitude. I would cherish the sound of the rustling leaves, the occasional sound of gale, and the melody of silence, however, after some time; I could not shake the feeling that I was being eyeballed. I took a quick look around the darkness, and saw nothing but the void of nature. I shrugged it off.

I reached the cliff side that still contained my other sleeping bag I left two or so hours ago.

When I lied down, I felt a pang of tranquility that seemed to resonate around my surroundings. Soon, the stars started lighting up. While waiting for coruscation's of light, I heard a voice.
“I also wish it were always like this”.
Feminine, soft, no doubt it was Trisha. The loneliness subsided, I felt dread, but yet I could sense bliss in her company.
“What brings you here? I’d hazard a guess that you shadowed me all throughout” I said apathetically.

I see no botheration in that, besides, we have similar interests yet also differences,” she replied, putting down a sleeping bag I just now observed. More of the white dots appear. I can almost see a streak of light lining the shaded sky, yet my energy reserves are draining.

Waking up at midnight, or so says my phone, was a godsend. The entirety of the galaxy has showed its entire grandiose splendor. No doubt the camp would be delighted if they were awake, but I wouldn’t want to take need for any of them, Even Trisha, who was still napping. I decided to give her a couple of shoves to try and wake her up, heavens know why. No success.

Now I’ve always wondered why the middle portion of the Milky Way looked like ominous cloud. I deduced like an idiot that it was sort cloud or some sort. Though it was unlikely. Despite the number of stars, I could spot some common constellations, like the Big Dipper. I knew where they were, pinpoint, The cluster of stars seemed to shine as bright as the moon, if ever it was here tonight.

A yawn was heard, a couple inches to my right. A response at last. When she came to her senses, I’d seen a side of her that nobody would expect to see. Ordinarily a being like me, she went into a panic berating me for not waking her up. And while I tried to convince her that I attempted to, it was a failure. It was easy to convince her to look up, though.

We discussed about the stars, my slight dislike for socialization notwithstanding. I’ve just now seen a part of her that was not the quiet, shy, yet strong girl she was. She is as eager as I am inside to my greatest surprise. Nebulas, main sequence stars, novae and what not, all these we debated and argued solemnly in the midst of the dark light that is our galaxy. I, for little reason other than none at all, asked her about the joke I’d done to her just half a day ago. Although she didn’t want me to discuss what I shouldn’t, we reconciled quickly.

Only now have I realized that there is a part of me that is satisfied by such knowledgeable talk, I knew for sure that I was the only person in my little bubble to be enticed by interesting topics, but with the advent of this hour, now it is not the case. Noticing my brighter aura. I decided to start stranger things, ones not for the eyes and ears for people like us, and again, I was fathoming her apparent knowledge and interest in it.

People are interesting, after all. Perhaps I should find more of these strange folk.
Babatunde Raimi Nov 2019
I was nyctophobic
Until I met you
The atmosphere became astraphobic
Suddenly, my head became ligyrophobic
And you know I am enochlophobic
For fear of photophobia
I watched from the distance
Others looked pediophobic
But you, like a goddess
I have met fair weathered Damsels
They made me ophidiophobic
For that's what they are
I saw the "Beware of Dogs"
Not to worry, I am not cynophobic
Neither am I bathophobic
Because I'll swim the tide with you
Cast your aerophobia on me
That we may cross the seven seas
And tie our love with binds
For without you, there is no me

— The End —