Best Lifefear Poems


Scared of the Dark

Like a knife it slices thin.
Slowly like a full blade.

The pain felt through out the body.

And ever bearing abundance 
That will never go away.

Inside you'll scream.
You'll cry.

Hoping and praying this pain
Will forever go away!

But in your heart you'll know 
No such remedy exists.

Crouch down. 
Hold yourself.
Rock back and fourth.

It won't save your soul.

Won't protect you from what you 
fear.

Even then it's the fear
Of fear itself that kills you.

The fact of not knowing what to
Be afraid of and what not.

It clouds your mind 
And their for clouds your thoughts.

To overcome this 
Is to court strength into 
What is visually unknown.

To put aside all that cause
You to break down and cast
Off all emotions.

To be free... As you will
Is to be heartless.

To not feel anything at all.

So that when these nightmares 
Come back you'll be awaken
Not of fear but of full rest.

Only thinking you've done your best
To cloud the monster that lies
Beneath your mind.

Just itching for every way to get 
inside.
Leaving you but a pile of ash,
That was too scared to protect
Your own ass.

If I Don'T Say It ....

.... I won't make it real.
If there is nothing to fear
but fear itself, why is anything scary?
Like waiting for test results
knowing its all in God's hands
anyway, why fear the worst?
Will I die?
Of course I will, but not today.
Never come what may ... today.
Is it time to merge into traffic?

If I don't say it ...
the laundry will still get done,
then I'll have some fun,
won't have to run.
To where?
I'm always over there
anyway, why hope for new
or different, or that a mirror
won't be there.
Here comes the elevator again.
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The Man I Want To Be

Years ago, I would have acted differently.
Full of emotion, of energy, of life.
But now I hold back. I avoid that which may hurt me.
The old saying “It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all,” 
is a truth I suppress into the inner confines of my heart.
For I’m nearly a grown man and the man I want to be is cold and emotionless.
Is it the fear of loss that drives this ambition?
A fear of commitment?
No.
It is the embarrassment of being different.
The cold world around me dresses in red and I once dressed in green.
Curious glances at my nature stung like a thousand bees. So I hide my true color 
under a false red jacket.
I zip it up so securely that my difference, though concealed underneath,
 is but a memory of the courage, the embarrassment, I once dared to show.
For I’m nearly a grown man and the man I want to be is a coward.
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Is It Your Fear of Attachment

Is it your fear of attachment

Written By Dean Masciarelli

November 5, 2010 (8:01am)


Is it your fear of attachment 

That has prevented you from having 
a
fulfilling and rewarding relationship

Because you are truly
afraid of getting hurt

Believe me if it is I know 
what you are talking about

Because at one point or another 
we have all experienced
the aftermath of dealing with 
the emptiness that we  have felt

Especially after we have 
had 
to deal with a broken heart

Because it seems to take 
a life time to get over it

And that’s why it has been so difficult 
for
anyone that has gone through the hurt

But it is just not healthy and you 
have to let go of the resentment

So that you can get over your fear of attachment 
and finally have a fulfilling and 
longer lasting relationship that is solid and concrete

Fear

Darkness lies in silence, an ethereal stillness therein,
A wave of fear flows through you, you start to shiver within;
Your heart it beats so crazy, you cannot stop it from its fright,
From all the things imagined, that might go bump in the night.

So you start to wonder, is it just your imagination running wild? 
Then you hear a twig snap, and you revert back to a child;
all the fear within you, escalates beyond your control,
and so you start to run, yet it seems you run so slow!

All the while behind you, something's on your trail,
You lumber on in the madness, of your own created hell;
Every branch on every tree, seems to come to life,
They reach for you with bony fingers, into your soul they slice!

Suddenly the day breaks, the darkness fades away,
You see the trees for what they are, as their branches gently sway;
Then you laugh at yourself, for all the fright you felt,
As you follow the path before you, and your fear begins to melt!

Life

Mien philosophy of life,
Begins with a decent style
And deals with simplicity 
which is always there in vicinity.

Things which tend to be difficult
Are actually the easiest 
As if it was overloaded 
In a manner which was not needed


One should never take or give burden 
But must find his own road to walk upon 
And ought not to give birth to complexity 
As beauty lies only in simplicity

I don't fear from any labor or any hurdle
All i think is not to fear 
Btu to face it with a unique simplicity 
As if it was only , by my way.

Mine philosophy of life 
Ends with perfection 
Which may be treated as nonsense 
As same as  an invention...




-viv1


Fear of the Unknown

All I can think about right now is you.
not knowing if you are o.k
not knowing just what to say.
not knowing anything 
and imaging the worst.
everytime I think of you
my hearts about to burst
I love you with all my heart
and I fear to let you alone
I guess the worst fear
is the fear of the unknown..

Stupid Money

You are only in this place I call never-Never Land,
I love you so much though.
You’re everything I dream of having,
Come down to the world.
My protective, blonde-haired, beautiful eyed prince,
Come down and save your princess.
In Never-Never Land you hold me tight.
I have no pain nor fear the night.
I hold no fear for the following day,
And know that you are there for me.
Come out of Never-Never Land and,
Be with me forever.
I don’t want to have to close my eyelids,
Just to see my love.
I hear you in the night time.
You’re always calling my name.
At times you scream for help,
But I can’t find you anywhere.
I awake in terror,
Knowing you’re in suffering.
I want to be able to save you,
But you’re only a figment of my imagination.

I In the Mirror

The demon is knocking at my door once more

His very breath rumbles the door,
as a mist fills both my room and heart

Is this mist a manisfestation of fear itself,
Or fear beyond the treshold of fear

Fear whatever it maybe it beckons me,
My feet, to move, move and move until
My unwilling hands caress the door knob

The door knob turns when my hand turns
The door creaks as my heart creaks,
The mist settles to reveal,
To reveal a mirror reflecting
an image of 
I in the darkness.

If Only

The wave's wash in and then wash out again. A spinning tidal pool you cannot 
concede. I cannot count on any amount of fingers of just how many times I have 
cried over you.

I remember that day well
Sitting in the sand
Playing and sometimes tasting it too
I was too close to the water
I was always too close to the edge.

I was bold and brave
Fear was never a part of my vocabulary
Or maybe it was just that I was to young to care.

In an instance I was sucked in
And frantically on the outside my mom was freaking
Up and down, up and down
My mother standing yelling, helplessly.

She never learned to swim
Was ghastly affraid of the rising water
She called quickly to my sister
A masterful swimmer at 12
And she dove in to save me.

The devilish grin on my face made my mother's anger soar
There was not even a tear in my eye
She clung to me through the fear,
The fear of losing me to the tide.

I could still here the ocean screaming in my ears
Taste the salt on my tongue
Feel the sand lodged deep inside my bathing suit 
And my nostrils were filled with the same salty aftermath,
I was all to eager just to get close once again.

Sometimes's today I look out into to space
And see my head under that tide, in this I call life
But now I struggle to keep my head above water
For fears of drowning in my own being.

Funny how one can be so brave and not fear all that is in the world
And as time passes they learn to fear the most simplest of things.

   If only for oneday I could have back what I had then. 


                                                                         Hmmmm!
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Never Amount To Anything

You’re the one, who gave birth to me,
I came from you,
Not the other way around.
Why do you fear me?
Do you think I shall mutilate your mind,
I can.
Do you think that I lip about you,
I’m not going to lie,
I do.
I’m a teenager with a mother,
Who I never knew,
And a step father who thinks he’s my dad.
What do you expect of me?
I am stronger than you.
I am wiser than you.
If I was going to mutilate your very being,
You would already be through.
Why do I navigate you.
This is all so backwards.
Why do you fear me?
Why do I ask this?
I am the very strongest.
My energies have mutilated people to insanity.
I am the very being of insanity and suicide.
I deserve to die.
I don’t wish to hurt anyone.
I don’t wish to scare you.
I’ll never amount to anything!!

Reject

I have a fear of reject

Feeling like I'm not good euogh
Feeling like I'm not beauiful euogh
Feeling like I'm not smart euogh
Feeling like I'm not wise euogh
Feeling like I'm not goofty euogh
Feeling like I'm to Shy

Not worth your time
Not worth your love

Just worthless

I have a fear of reject

Phobia

Xenophobia is the fear of strangers
Ephebiphobia is the fear of teenagers,

Obesophobia is the fear of gaining weight
Octophobia is the fear of the figure 8,

Odynophobia is the fear of pain
Ombrophobia is the fear of rain,

Photophobia is the fear of light
Noctiphobia is the fear of night,

Peniaphobia is the fear of poverty
Metrophobia is the fear of poetry,

Hagiophobia is the fear of Saints or Holy things
Hierophobia is the fear of Priests or sacred things,

  Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia is the fear of long words





This one just kind of popped into my head.

Fear

What is fear
 In the eye of a man 
Is it the thing
That over whelms you?

That makes you fall to your knees
Or is it the pain
You feel when your heart 
Has just been broken

Is fear that voice that tells you that 
You can’t go on 
Or that you can’t do it anymore 
Is it the thing that stops you?

From ending up with a bullet
In your chest 
Does fear make your 
Heart race

Does fear make you jump? 
Does it make you shake?
When you know you did something wrong
Does it make you cry? 

When you feel pain 
Fear is every thing
Can you tell me
What you think 
Fear is?

Stripped Armor

'm described as phlegmatic 
Fuk fairy tells I fled magic
Never sympathetic for hope fed addicts
Seen love and sped past it 
It's too serious ima kill it and shed ashes 
Had to fight it break my heart I'll rid passive 
Call it fear of commitment 
I call it pure resistance
Its was a sure decision 
To end a relationship I'd get pissed and slurs dispenses
Brutally intended 
She's Undoubtedly offended 
Then builds up fences 
And suffers from forgetfulness 
But to me it was senseless stint 
Fresh relationship transformed to sour scent 
Some say that's how cowardS end
I say its power Ability to detach the. most potent emotion when it mends
But isn't karma a bitxh 
I believe one day my armor to be Striped 
Love I will equip 
Heart will get ripped 
Mind falls into a dark abyss 
My man no longer stiff 
Body fills like someone emptied the clip
Soul is vacant 
As I loathe with satin 
This why I slaughter it and perform libations
That's how I use to think when my mental years were less 
Thought process 
Was thoughtless 
Steered left in relationships fear of heartbreak In result of the wrong I now regret
But I love a woman who knows she in power 
That's so addictive I might empty my wallet kinda like white powder 
Pure not a cut up slice add the baking soda after she showers 
Wouldn't say looks are meaningless
Drug has to be satisfying when I say that Im meaning sex 
But to reach the plateau 
I have to let my guard go 
And let love flow 
Let my fear of rejection go 
And expect the greatest blessing as life goes
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