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Fearing Those Next-Door

Fearing him may cause a repulsive step,
The ghouls and ghosts are at his doorstep.
Are burnt plates of food a simple cure?
Never can virtue boast brilliant an amateur.
Trees will shake in the wind so afraid
Of itself, that burdens have assured aid.
My next-door friend finds me argument,
The worst war fiercely endangers confinement.
Fearing him and his wife carries surfaces to shine
While smoking houses just appal for their fine.
The ghostly house hardened our tiles
Believing them to be shouting files.
Fear nobody, just fear fire and ice together
With life and death, the very events that deter.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Fear Of Fear

Fear is not what I am afraid of.
True, it is a frightful thing to fear;
But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming
Especially when its form becomes sheer

Fear is like losing a tree of shade on a bristling day
Or losing your breath when you fall below the sea;
I fear this fear of fearing these fears
And it is this fear that is part and parcel of me.

Fear is like loving without being loved back,
Fear is like leaving without being left;
And the fear of loving and leaving and being loved and being left
Is opposed by the fear of not fearing anything
And being an empty vase, noisy and bereft

I fear not death nor do I fear life,
But I fear the fear of both as my peers;
If I could release one fear from my fears
It would be the fear of fearing these fears.

poem by Samah Khan
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My anguish

Fearing and fearing I faced at last
My mother’s death and then my father’s death.
Now my fear is for my death and my wish
Is I be not there to see my children die..
31.12.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing Left To Complain About

I am fearing the nearness of you.
Something within me wishes to submit.
Something that you do,
Allows with me to feel a comfort...
And a peacefulness.

I am fearing the nearness of you.
Too long have I been,
Denying to friends...
A compassion with love,
Would complete me once again.

But...
I find that I am fearing,
A nearness of you.
And it is the ease of a chemistry,
I feel with you I never knew before.

And...
I am fearing this nearness of you.
A closeness totally unexpected.
And one that strips me of my defenses,
Too.

I am fearing the nearness of you.
And so afraid you know this.
By the things you say and do...
With a patience that confuses.
And you are getting close,
To breaking down 'this' wall...
To have me love you most!

I am fearing the nearness of you.
You know just what you are doing!
And...
I've never been like that.
Wanting with desire to be the one pursued.

And here we are you and I.
With me fearing the nearness of you,
So close by my side.
And yet feel upset...
That I have nothing left to complain about.

'There is nothing left for you to complain about.'

How did you know I was thinking that?

'You seem to be upset.
With me you will have no regrets.
Just let whatever happens,
Be!
A life lived will uncover the facts.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loath and Fear

If I would rely on phrenology,
Or science, or mythology,
I'd burn down this damned city
And disembark in a conclusion
Of the ugly veracity:
I loathe everything!
I fear everything!
I loathe that I am writing about loathing
And I fear that I might lose every one
Though I barely have anyone,
So I loathe even more on this fear.
I loathe that I write about myself all the time, and
I fear that I might not be writing at all
I loathe that I would narrate a story
In the surreal slopes of enigma, and
I fear, afterwards, that no one will pry
To understand or even console.
I loathe that my mouth cannot mouth
What my hands opted to write, and
I fear that my hands aren't equipped
To write what I cannot mouth.
I loathe even more that I build walls
For people to beat down and divulge
The forlorn boy inside, and yet
I fear to be found.
And I loathe to the point of breaking
That no one ever cared to pry
And that makes me shudder in fear, and
I fear this kind of loathing
And loathe this kind of fear.
I loathe that I cannot gain readers, and
I fear that I may never have
I loathe that readers appreciates the writing
But not the congealed brook
Between the lines of it, and
I fear that they might not even
Appreciate the spilled blood
In every line of it.
I loathe, I fear,
That apart from writing
I am never good at anything
Except maybe from fearing and loathing.
I loathe that I blame the past
For making me loathe a lot, and
For making me fear a lot
For making me loathe sports, and
For making me fear trying
And all the brusquely recreations
And the shame of failing.
I loathe, I fear,
That I was turned
To be a loathing misanthrope
From a fearing diffident
Or perhaps not,
Perhaps, I am both.
I loathe, I fear,
The mad man that I am
Smoking the emaciation out
For I loathe and fear the society
And their chauvinistic beliefs.
I fear that I am ninety pounds flat,
I loathe that I am not doing anything,
And I loathe and fear my loathing and fearing
Because I fear that all I have left
Is my loathing to strengthen myself.
I loathe my poor drinking limit
And I loathe the carousals
As much as I fear encompassing the line
And fearing the toll of carousals
For I never get inebriated
In loathe and fear.
I loathe the carousing table
For they are full of shallow people
Except for one person, perhaps
And I loathe and I fear,
That I may not be him.
I loathe that I am poor
Because I am jobless
And so are my parents.
I loathe, I fear,
That when I finish college
And finally get a job
That I cannot think for myself
Because my shoulders are donned
With so much unsolicited weights;
I loathe that I loathe it
Because it makes me a loathing glutton
Self-centered and loathsome, and
I fear all this loathing
For the very same reasons.
I loathe that I do not have friends
And that I cannot have friends
And that I loathe my friends, and
I fear that I can loathe my friends
Or not having thereof
For I fear to realize
That I do not even know what I want
Or that no one knows what I want.
I loathe that I do not have the facilities
And sometimes the interest
And there is nothing much fearful
Than loathing your fears
And fearing your loathing
From your fears.
I fear the approaching season
For I am bound to loathe even more
That the people are carousing
For not a single reason
Whilst I loathe, whilst I fear
Not having anything.
And despite me inscribing these
I loathe that I am doing these, and
I fear that I am not doing these right.
I loathe and fear that I am hopeful
Again and again after another failure
And I loathe, and I fear,
That even with a fractured cranium
I would still go for another try
And I loathe even more
And I fear even more
That I loathe, and that I fear,
But never give up
On loath and fear.

poem by Norman Santos
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Bedlam and Evil

We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.

We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!

We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!

We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!

We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!

We need to keep the devil publicized...
And sadness on our faces and our eyes!

Well...
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!

We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.

We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!

And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!

We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!

And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death, My Dear Old Friend

Can you tell me
what it feels like,
to be afraid of death?

I do not know
what it's like
to fear death.

Death,
I am not scared.
Why should I be?

I am nothing
If I die
Nothing would change

NO tears would be shed
No one would care
No one would notice

So why should I fear death?
Others don't value my life
And I certainly don't

People think I'm happy!
They believe this mask I wear!
They believe all my bullsh*t!

I have no fear
Death is my friend!
And I welcome him with open arms!

So can you tell me
What is fear?
What is death?

Why should I fear death?
Why should I care?
Am I even important?

poem by David Zhukov
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Night Of Horror

Night draw closer
like plague,
leaving me in wonderland
for I know not where I belong.

Night‘re for victorious
Night‘re for victim.
The victim is the man;
the victory is for the witches
every night they haunt
my armedless soul. (I dread to night)

Every night‘re nightmares,
They slain my dream
and murder became the
fate of my sleep

Every night they claim
my peace;
the peace that goes with nightfall
and left me to the luxury
of nothing but fear.

Fearing for the night
fearing for nothing,
yet I'm fearing for everything
fearing, and mere fear;
fearing that tonight
they might wash
them guilty hands in my blood
like they did with Caesar's

Night are filled with everything
Yet nothing come to your aid.
Night are brighten by stars
Yet darkness crown we head
I dread night fall.

The hoots of owl
Flames my disgust
For night fall.
The noise from their vocal piece
Make me mistake my dreams
For illusions;
I dread might fall
For at night my soul
Die a thousand time before
Cockcrow.

poem by Matthias Pantaleon
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Going Nowhere

Anxiety rides my coatails...
As i push ever onward ahead-
Afraid to live...
Afraid to die-afraid of the dead;
In this kalidescope of cornucopia...
Overwhelmed and overflowing...
Each breath...
Each heartbeat-growing;
In unison...
With the tic and the tock...
Wired and preprogrammed---
Inside of my bodies clock;
Cycling over and over again...
Another moment wasted...
Another second down the drain...
Oppurtunities pass me by-untasted;
Like traffic in this-my freeway of life...
But do i ever really reach out?
The answer is-no--
Oh, i push on-with nary a shout;
Tread upon the heavy roads of worry...
That line the grey matter of my head...
That weighs me down with fear and despair...
Fearing the living- and fearing the dead;

September 11,2010

poem by Theodora Onken
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When Death Knocks

When death knocks
I shall fling the door wide
Rush into his embrace,
For I am ready.
He holds no fear for me
Why should I fear a friend?
One I have known all my life;
Who has accompanied every step,
Helped me on my way.
No I shall not fear death for
He will cut my earth bound chains
And his kiss shall set me free.

Copyright 2012 P H Brookes

poem by Paul Brookes
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Waves Of Fear

Waves of fear, attack in the night
Waves if revulsion, sickening sights
My hearts nearly bursting, my chests choking tight
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, squat on the floor
Looking for some pill, the liquor is gone
Blood trips from my nose, I can barely breathe
Waves of fear, Im too scared to leave
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Im too afraid to use the phone
Im too afraid to put the light on
Im so afraid Ive lost control
Im suffocating without a word
Crazy with sweat, spittle on my jaw
Whats that funny noise, whats that on the floor
Waves of fear, pulsing with death
I curse my tremors, I jump at my own step
I cringe at my terror, I hate my own smell
I know where I must be, I must be in hell
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, waves of fear

song performed by by Lou Reed
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There is no Fear

The people of this world, if against they stand,
There is no fear, there is no fear, nothing like fear.

Although, we are counted cheap and rebuked,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.

If to beg for food, would be a life attained,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.

Loveable possessions if, are lost,
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.

2. If clothed bosomed damsels, cast their eyes
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.

Poison in the mouth, if fed by friends
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.

Shielded armies, if to attack approach
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.

On the acme of my head, if the sky did crash and plummet down
There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.

poem by Subramanya Bharathi
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My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts

Life seemed to come
To a still
Everything around me
Is like death
It is difficult moving
And going back is Impossible
These are my days in the bush
Of ghosts
Why do we have
To live in fear
When death is
Inevitable
The fear for failure
Took away my
Pride and I must
Do anything to
Achieve height
Many a time I dream
And find myself in
The bush of ghosts
With my loved ones,
Hands outstretched
For a warm welcome
Of my embrace
But then I awoke,
And finds my life is
Just an illusion of
My years past.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Fears of a teenage mafioso

Fear of love,
Fear of pain,
Fear of the unforgiving cane,
Fear of lies,
Fear of sighs,
Fear of those distraught eyes,
Fear for the unknown,
Fear for the known,
Fear of everything combined,
Fear is what makes me blind,
Fear is what makes me think,
and act in blind accordance,
Hindering the world around me,
Hence, My Fear of myself
Fear is when you run away,
Fear is when you’re scared to love someone,
Fear is when the sky turns grey,
Fear of confusion,
Fear is like a dark blue ocean,
Fear won’t let me escape
Fear mocks me, watching
Fear taunts me, waiting
Fear of losing,
Fear you cannot see,
Fear dealt upon thee.
Fear of darkness and death,
Fear of a dead comrade,
Fear of a gun being cocked,
Fear of being endlessly stalked,
Fear of time,
Fear of all the crime,
Fear of the undesirable truth,
Fear for the good.
Fear for the sake of life,
Fear of the neighbors next door,
Fear of the secretive man in the subway,
Fear of the revolutionary uproar,
Fear is to not rejoice your living,
Fear for the sake of your life,
But to fear is to forsake it.
Fear is to have no hope in life,
Fear of the fear of fear,
We need no reason to fear,
For fear has no reason for itself.
I guess life is just like that,
To fear for no reason,
For to fear is not to reason,
But to reason is to fear.
To fear for the sake of fear,
Is fear for fear,
So let me think,
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?

poem by David daveres
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The remarkable thing about fearing God is that when you fear God you fear nothing else, whereas if you do not fear God you fear everything else.

quote by Oswald Chambers
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Chanson d’Amour

This absence from my own country’s
So long, it brings me to death’s door,
I languish here, beyond the sea,
Weary, in comfort and joy no more,
And I greatly fear that enemy
Who slanders me: I wronged endure,
Yet feel my heart so true and pure,
Please God, no harm will come to me.

Sweet Lady mine, don’t believe
Those who speak of me in malice.
Though you no longer look at me
With those sweet eyes that took me captive,
Me, with your true heart, you’ll still see.
But whether it urges you so to live
I know not: of all things fearing this
Alone: lest you not remember me.

For lightness in the hearts of women
Often strikes fear in the hearts of men,
Though loyalty stops me from despairing:
Without it I’d soon be dead and gone!
And you know that True Love’s coming
Causes lovers such fear, no one
Who ever loves is ever certain,
And false the love that is un-fearing.

My heart comforts me and destroys me,
But it’s right that I should think of her,
And the fear she might be lost to me,
Makes me doubly thoughtful of her.
So my solace only comes to flee,
Yet thinking always of my lover,
To my mind, as you would discover,
Is always a true delight to me.

Song, I send you to my Lady,
Before a single one has sung you,
And you must say to her from me,
(Let it not stay a hidden truth)
‘If in Faith there’s no treachery,
Of treason in Loyalty no proof,
Then I’ll have what’s owed to me,
Since with loyal heart I’ve loved you.’

poem by Gace Brulé
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Love With Fear

Loving child and hating ghosts are absolute..
Loving mother is with fear inherent.
Fearing God is with love inherent.
Love and fear are inner connected.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stepping out of the Shadows

Afraid to do the things I really want to do,

Afraid to express what they are for fear of hurting you,

Afraid to say them out loud because someone might hear,

Afraid to tell the truth about what I really fear!

To live in fear is what we all do each and every day.

To admit it to ourselves is something we dare not ever say.

To step out of our comfort zone and do what we really feel,

Creates so much fear deep within, it can never be for real.

Those that came before us set the trend for what we dare,

Little did they know they were limiting us by fear,

Their intention seemed good back then, or so they really thought,

We sold our soul to trends, our creativity was bought!

How do we lose the fear that's our's and get back to being true.

How do we stand big and tall and do all that we can do.

We start by being not afraid and doing what we want,

Perhaps we can shake off the dust and wash away the taunt.

The taunt that says it must be so, it's always been that way,

We sleep at night and try to cram all things into the day.

Whose rules are these I ask of you, they were not born with me,

Perhaps they grew out back with you beside the money tree.

My money tree is dead and gone without ever bearing a dime,

I tried your way and lived in fear for quite a long long time.

My fear is gone and so I must create and start things new,

The trends are gone, I'm not afraid, I wish the same for you!

poem by Terry Holder
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Rotting Ways

Terror fills My mind
Cannot prevent what's mine (revenge was mine)
Silence life thats...
Fearing the souls of fate
Death decides rotting ways
Rotting Ways
Fear of death the signs from below
Rotting Ways
...
The fear has come beyond the rotting ways
Now the time writes down the days
They're coming for the glory of the kill without a sound
Mystery... back into the ground
Terror fills My mind
Cannot prevent what's mine (revenge was mine)
Silence life thats...
Fearing the souls of fate
Death decides rotting ways

song performed by by Obituary
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Your God Is Fear

Your god is fear
That all you are
Is all there is
Your god is fear
And nothing more
Of all of this
Your god is fear
Been and gone
in the blink of an eye
Fear of ever breathing
Fear of ever leaving
Fear of ever changing
Forever, for now
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
That all you are
Is all there is
Your god is fear
Of nothing more
Than all of this
Your god is fear
Been and gone
In the blink of an eye
Fear of ever choosing it
Fear of ever losing it
Fear of ever playing
Forever, for now
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Your god is fear
Just for a moment
Feel it inside
Feel it alive
Feel your desire
Feel it catch fire
Feel it inspire
How all you are
Is all there is
Nothing ever moves
In anything
Open your mind
Step out of time
Let yourself die
And your god is
Your god is
Your god...

song performed by by Cure
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Haunted

No lost words, whisper slowly, to me.
Still cant find what keeps me here.
And all this time Ive been so hollow, inside,
(I know your still there).
Watching me,
Wanting me,
I can feel you haunt me down.
Fearing you,
Loving you,
I know Ill find you somehow.
Haunting you, I can smell you, a ? ?
Your heart pounding in my head !
Wanting me,
Fearing me,
I wont let you haunt me down.
Deceiving me,
Bringing me,
Watching me !
Watching me,
Haunting me,
I can fear you haunt me down.
Fearing you,
Loving you,
I wont let you haunt me down.
Watching me,
Wanting me,
I can feel you haunt me down.
Fearing you,
Loving you,
I wont let you haunt me down.

song performed by by Evanescence
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