Widow’s walk frightens me
Look outs are not my choice of tea
Come on up to the crow’s nest!
Mom’s idea is not the best
I am frightened to death of tall heights
I give her grief, whining, crying and lots of fights
I well never be caught on a bell tower day or night.
These heights give me a fright, they are not right.
1600 Sutton Lane had not seen people for years
expect mice, raccoons, maybe squatters
why do this?
Why? Why? Why?
No one would go with me
Fearful of dying
I laughed
Halloween is a joke for me
A bet is a bet
this one would be lucrative
pay for wedding flowers
I was all in
first couple of hours were fine
a bit dusty
some sneezing
no big deal
a flash to my right startled me
it began to zoom around the room
an entity of some sort
my heart was beating overtime
blanket went over my head
I could not calm down
frightened to death
I am silent now
a giant genuine gargoyle greets you said the gothic cathedral host.
as if this terrifying statue of scariness is a good thing of which to boast.
the kindergarteners were screaming as they got off the tour bus.
it took weeks for us to simmer them down, me and my teacher pal Gus.
never again we told the principal, we will not take anyone five.
they were frightened to death, thinking they might not leave alive.
He was the only soothsayer on the plane headed toward Grace.
The day they all got a message that kept them out of this place.
The stewardess asked him are you flying to the psychic convention?
He was not sure now if it was wise, it had once been his intention.
Where are the rest of the empaths and psychics? He asked.
They cancelled their flights this morning. Can you please be masked?
He was a poser and frightened to death now, so he ran off the plane.
Some would have said this was justified, others might call it insane.
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand
I was a child scared and afraid
Threatened to be killed if I spoke his demand
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand
I am thankful for being dead, to him- you do understand
Frightened to death by the threats that he made
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand
I was a child scared and afraid
Threatened to be killed if I spoke his demand
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand
I am thankful for being dead, to him- you do understand
Frightened to death by the threats that he made
I was a child scared and afraid
I will never forgive him- it's the price that he's paid
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some it ends the pain
some it begins it
ends power
or passes it on
End and starts stories
defies life
and defines
why is it kept hidden
in the sobs
of echo walls
Death needs some pr
I may sound flippant
but if i do
would i care
sorry just wanting to share
Is death the truth
we all bare
sorry got a bit dark there
or did i step into the light
frightened to death by the fright of death
or fear of life
Take my hand death
let me show you around
then you know
where i could
be found
A face in a crowd grows numb on the subway
which hides evening’s woe, then closes a day,
mirroring grief across late Autumn’s sky
to wrestle with angst she cannot deny
like one thorn circling down from a fogged lair
while hours pound this final ache quite unfair.
Her dream turns bleak through uncertainty’s flow,
it knows not which compass of life to go…
frightened to death , brushing sleets of mad rain
when a long gone illness comes back again;
like time’s flick winging a dark raven’s plume
as sallow hands collect flowers abloom.
But oh this wish to live stirs ever on,
for when litanies of prayer are done
each whisper tumbles as moonbeams abide…
while nights claim her dream, “ fate is in your side.”
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Inspiration from the lyrics ‘ Mad World’
Cliché ,’ Frightened To Death’ … Image # 5
He sits on the tulip as the petals close,
drenched in red, soaked,
a bruise on his neck, whips pound his chest,
and they say he died of overdose.
men avert from his death, women hide,
sums of money were paid,made to confide,
clouds tear up as they look from above,
he who cradles between life and death, forever gone now.
But nothing else matters,
sympathetic sighs rise from the crowds,
but laughter arose at the back when he choked,
the oppressor grinned with every law he broke,
the god of death who once wept for his child,
now smirks at humanity's penchant for genocide,
they say casteism is gone,they say apartheid is dead,
they say a lot, yet a black man lies on his eternal bed,
and they say he was frightened to death.
(Image-5)
(Cliche-frightened to death)
(Song-nothing else matters)
(Date-28th April,2016)
Such a busy life some parents
have, running here and running there...
never telling their kids to sit down
and have a serious talk with them.
Yes, all kids should be heard,
yes, all kids shouldn't be silent: that's
when they start to break down
and take their anger somewhere.
Don't turn your shoulders on them,
had they been heard: no harm
ever would have come to them;
had they been loved: no lonely
tears they would have shed in misery...
hold them tight and end their agony.
Be the teacher they need when they
seek answers, then they can understand
themselves better and be very lovely;
be their best friend in any way you can.
Had they been loved as others:
no isolation they would have chosen;
had they been loved: their smiles
no sadness or pain would have known.
Song: Mad World by Gary Jules
Cliche': Frightened To Death
Picture: # 1
Written on 4/21/2016
I feel your breath, still frightened to death,
But as long as, I have faith in my prayers.
Nothing else matters.
The rivals don't know, the power of mother,
Who stands by you, who loves and cares.
Nothing else matters.
You are safe in my arms, open your eyes,
Let me kiss your forehead, wipe your tears.
Nothing else matters.
I shall shield you, from devil's dark shadow,
I believe your say, not what said by others.
Nothing else matters.
World is evil, I am afraid of your innocence,
But I will make you strong, in coming years.
Nothing else matters.
Trust me for once, you are my reason to live,
Wake up my child, and give me all your fears.
Nothing else matters.
April 18, 2016.
Song: Metallica - Nothing else matters
Cliche: Frightened to death
Image: #1
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Hands tick in motion but I hear naught
of the onslaught of killing time depicted.
Minutes run past me in tarred darkness
as the visions in my brain are obscured.
Clocks eat away moments of my life.
I admit I'm nearly frightened to death
of those mimed hands whose strokes
stab me with each gasp of breath I take.
Round and around, silent warning given
in gross opposition to the beastly roar,
aped by masses of such foolish people,
oblivious that my plight is also their own.
Reticence gives no relief to assault. I see
my fate's demise, and frightened I shall be
until death's full tariff has set my soul free.
Rhythmic tickings makes no difference to me.
Silence staggers my soul to substantiality.
Blinded by fear of my imminent necrosis,
I cannot traverse those two roving needles,
hellbent on stinging me to my neon grave!
Passage of time is but a travesty of life
in which man has no occasion to amend.
In the end, death haunts us all in silent
whispers; echoes of cruel scheming hands.
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17th of April, 2016
There was an old lady from Ireland
Who was frightened to death by a brass band
We watched with dismay
As without delay
They buried her corpse in the band stand
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Cautiously my three walked to the porch.
Two doors to choose from, spiders all around.
Spooky and eerie lit by an old dungeon torch.
Skeletons were hanging, eyeballs looking down.
Huddled together, six eyes on old “Frank”
Frightened to death worse than walking a plank.
They bravely approached; Frankenstein encroached.
The oldest reached up to give the doorbell a ring.
In the next moment came the blood-curdling scream!
Frank on the bench moved his arm in the air.
The children weren’t sure that they wanted to be there.
Just as he did it, s-q-u-e-a-k opened the door.
The laughter inside still, in my heart does soar.
A fine man came out with his camera in hand.
Beside him his wife did assuringly stand.
Laughter broke out when my children saw whom
Had given them fright on that Halloween night.
My dear friends had planned it for families and friends.
Year’s worth of his photos to memories, he sends.
Boo!
© November 5, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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