terror
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Behind closed doors she hides herself
and what she has become,
the cuts, the bruises,
the angry words said -
that should never be undone.
But luckily she lives and so forgives "Him"
OCD ME: Did I lock the door?
ME: I’m sure I did.
OCD ME: What if I didn’t? Someone could walk right in, while I was sleeping. Did I lock the door?
ME: I normally do.
Summer night, window open.
Sleeping.
Sound!
Something climbing through open window.
Move!
Can’t move.
Run!
Can’t move.
Finally bolting.
Through doorway, into kitchen.
I want to die,
I'm scared of death,
So sometimes I just hold my breath.
I close my eyes and count to ten,
I pussy out and breath again.
Do you know that feeling?
That terrible, awful feeling when you wake up and
Panic because you have no clue where you are?
Do you know what it’s like to wake up like that everyday for 10 days straight?
White walls.
What is this cloud that hangs over my head?
It follows me like some form of dread,
Waiting, watching, readying the strike.
I fear the moment it drops its impaling spike.
Twenty one point three.
Twenty one point three million.
Twenty one point three million refugees
Half of which aren’t even eighteen,
Forced from home simply because,
Remember, Remember how America was great although there was terror
Remember the Roosevelts and Honest Abe, what they contributed and oh, how they were aware
i look around this crowded place
my heart beats a little faster
who's face will be the last i see
the end of this final chapter
than i see the black dead tree
i stop thinking there is no after
Mother you promised me
With pinkies and wallahi’s and everything in between
You promised we would be free
Every day I wake up wanting to flee
With soundtracks of bombs and screams foreseen
The crunch of your boots sends my sister quaking in fear.
I hate you,
But I am grateful you drained her of tears.
Water is precious.
I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead.I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead.I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman.
She peaks like swell in the ocean and crashes into the sand dunes.
She soars with the pelicans and falls with rain.
She is the orange sunset glimmering across the river, only to disappear over the west when looked upon.
A Voice,
Barely a whisper,
But load enough to be heard.
A light,
Barely a flicker,
But bright enough to be seen.
A shimmer of hope,
A flicker of joy,
A glimmer of love.
"There is a beast inside
That controls my heart
My soul is slowly dying
And I need to stop the hurt
This beast contols my mind
Never is there peace or rest
Can I get free in time?
I'm scared
Scared of what's to come
Scared of what has happened
Scared of what is happening
Scared of what could happen
Where are you going Syrian woman?Panicked in a fleeDanger and destruction awaitYou’re yearning to be free
We rattle for our loyalties
See them transcend
Race, tribe and class
To the un-questionable faith
For peace to the world
Comes from our poison strike
As divine terror for all mankind,
This airplane is on fire and it's going down.Soon everybody on board will no longer be around.I'm really scared because of the trouble that I'm in.I'm praying and I'm begging God to forgive my sins.
Dear villainPeace be unto your restless soulFilled with terror and insanityWhich does't care to knowWhat it sows to shake-up realityWhy lurk do you behind the veilFrom which you throw
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
Pain.It strikes quicklyalmost unnoticedalmost unfelt.It settles in stages-A fear, a sadness,you shiver, you shakeyou feel the heart quakecrumblethe feeling sinks in
"thank you for flying!"
seatbelt latches snap open
briefcases are hoisted into the air
a ruddy-cheeked boy's hand is yanked
into the aisle
all at once
containment is impossible
We flew over glistening mountain snow inside of a lost warWar with ourselvesWar with our mindsIn a worldWith a night skyAs black as coal
Late lonely nights I wander aimlessly in the thick, suffocating darkness that dances in envy around the glistening liquid moonlight
Clockwork heart.
Wind it up
and off it goes.
Don't get too close,
or it might explode.
Dormant, it lies,
therefore unscathed.
It one was new,
pure, whole, expectant.
Im surrounded by familiar faces,
The choice has been made I will meet my demise,
Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes,
I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.
Two birds of fire, one bus of flame,
While two detectives play the blame game,
As if to give to the Gods, they took away,
Hundreds of lives gone in disarray,
Though we must stick to standards,
The shade conceals the woods.
The night fly buzzes gently on a midnight breeze.
Through the dark, misanthropic wilderness, it carries Him.
Pen to paper
Fingers to keys
Words spitting from these blistered lips
Words that bare my soul
I hide myself behind smiles and laughter
So you don't see my pain, feel my terror
Pen to paper
Fingers to keys
Words spitting from these blistered lips
Words that bare my soul
I hide myself behind smiles and laughter
So you don't see my pain, feel my terror
To my mother
To my father
To my sister
To my brother
To my friend
To my lover
I ask you please
beseech you even-
Do not.
I beg of you
on bended knee
Do not.
Darting blue eyes
scoping out the café.
Sweating fingers
tracing anxious temples
as you search for a new prey.
In your dreams of fitful sleep,
You wonder which direction to keep.
You hear a noise from down below,
a door opens wide, the wind begins to blow.
Inside they come, as they do every night -
Tell me, have you ever had to lie?
Have you ever had to cry?
Have you ever fought for approval of your peers?
Have you ever tried to fight your fears?
If you have, it’s okay. I will catch your tears.
Money,
the universal language for happiness,
Money,
the international reason for terror,
Money,
the medium that's lacked in those who need it,
and in abundance for those who know no true will,
