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Jenna Mar 2019
--The line torturing
its always held me back
staring, mocking, my resolve
it nips my foot
a friendly reminder;
it tells me theirs nothing
on the other side
yet, something scratches
my throat to voice what
everyone hated me for
Was it an opinion?--
grace Feb 2019
we were waiting on a miracle
a rainbow through the clouds
but all there was was a drought
and queens killed for their thrones
Emerson Nosreme Feb 2019
Am I now?
Am I god?
Is that why they are scared?
I have not threatened anyone
I have not killed anyone (though I would mentally)
I have not hurt anyone (I hope)
So why will I scare them with something that they will eventually learn about?
Maybe it is my face. It is expressionless.
i don't get people.
Neo Montane Jan 2019
You only fear because you care
Always here, never getting there
You only hear sounds that scare
All you can bare is that one nightmare

Darkness and light don't share the same might
Your courage and fear can never reach the same height
If you say that you aren't fearless then you definitely right
If you say don't have fear then you bout get a fright
Midge Jan 2019
Deep down the theater is a mystery
Of the phantom who lives in misery
A loathsome creature, masked in shame
He lives in the shadows amidst glory and fame

He runs the opera, they must follow his order
Or else, a catastrophe will occur
Opera Ghost, forever shall haunt
Abide in you, I shall never flaunt

The world created an Angel of Hell
Taught him to **** and become cruel
But deep inside is a frightened child
Who yearns for beauty and all things mild

A troubled entity beneath all fright
The Phantom of the Opera, the Music of the Night.
Crystal Freda Jan 2019
Darkness triggered the moonlight
with no wolves howling
causing a deep fright
for a walk in the night.

Clouds cover the stars
with cold winds against the trees
with things as spooky as they are
you better not go too far.

As the owls shout who
and you hear a loud noise.
You don't know what to do
when you turn around and hear boo!
Chris Jan 2019
Velvet river slowly flowing,
As the autumn wind is blowing,
Just a glimpse of life it's showing,
Is taking you away,

Tired trees who's solemn sleeping,
Reminds a human soul of weeping,
And a brave, brave paw of rabbit leaping,
will make you into prey.

The green lanes of sunshine winding,
Golden light of city blinding,
The feeling of so gently sliding,
Is marking your own grave.

The rush and rumor ever stirring,
In the cauldron, reassuring,
That flame under you is burning,
Wherever you choose to stray.
This one is about the ugly side of being free.
JK Cabresos Dec 2018
Scares me not death
but living an empty world
chaos beyond control.

Scares me not death
but when a true love ends
afraid of trying again.
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