#scared

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  • raman_writes 1w

    परेशाँ

    ज़रा सी शाम क्या होती है बेचैन हो उठते है ।

    बच्चे घर ना पहुँचे तो माँ बाप परेशाँ हो जाते है ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • maitrayee11 2w

    Lost in life

    Took a pen after a long time,
    Lost the colors, lost the beliefs, lost the path, lost the trust, lost the hopes, lost the way of life,
    It's hard to believe and everything seems to be fake,
    So fake that,
    Even the road maybe in front but it looks as if the pavement filled with thorns,
    And now I am scared to walk..
    ©Maitrayee11

  • ep_poetic 2w

    Daddy's at the Door (Part 2)

    'Why does my Daddy hurt me?

    I'm tired of feeling sore.'

    The doorknob turns

    slowly

    Her heart is beating 

    fast

    She tried screaming before

    but still he

    tres-passed

    'Why won't my Mommy help me?

    Is is because she hates me?'

    Cause if she really loved me

    she wouldn't let him rape me...

    Enoch Piankhi (EP)

    IG: @ep_poetic
    ©ep_poetic

  • iti___ 3w

    #Scared ��#baddream
    तलाश!किसी को शराब कि, किसी को शबाब कि;
    और मुझे सच्चे साथ कि |||

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    तलाश!किसी को शराब कि, किसी को शबाब कि;
    और मुझे एक सच्चे यार कि |||
    ©iti___

  • claralynne 4w

    I.C.U.

    Words.
    Letters.
    Punctuation.
    Emotional fluctuation.
    Compiled on a piece of paper.
    Overflowing with thoughts you can't taper.
    Feeling nulll.
    I stare at the words Ive produced.
    Will my reader be seduced?
    I find it strange how I wonder if my darkness is dark enough?
    This darkness hurts.
    And I can't see.
    Blinded.
    Why would anyone ever want to portray darkness as beautiful?
    What is wrong with me?
    Inferiority.

    ..But then I remember the satin ,white blooms of moon flowers.
    And how they only bloom at night.
    Even bats can admire their beauty....
    Because they know already that in darkness, you need no sight.

    A Dazzling darkness.
    Words.
    And Empty spaces.
    But, who's really listening?
    Who really sees you?
    The emperor of emotion.
    Words are the Moon.
    And life is the ocean.
    Go with it and worry not...
    Fill your mind with beautiful thought.
    Even when you don't have the words to write.
    No amount of darkness could ever dim your light.
    What are you afraid of?
    Describe the dagger in your heart.
    Your words will free you.
    Even in darkness,
    I see you.
    ©claralynne

  • i_shukriya 4w

    & they r gone
    whom I used to
    say "mine"
    Now 'm scared
    to call my own....

    ©i_shukriya

  • i_shukriya 5w

    Had walked up but scared of being wrong with the same way as earlier...


    ©i_shukriya

  • preranabarman 6w

    कैद

    अपनी ही डर कि
    कैद में बंधी हुई हूं
    जितना इस कैद को
    तोड़ने कि कोशिश करती हूं
    उतना ही उलझ जाती हूं
    इस कैद से हम आज़ादी पाकर
    हर बंदिशों को तोड़कर
    पंख फैलाकर ऊंचे आसमान
    में उड़ना चाहते है
    अपने सपनों को पंख देना चाहते है
    पर आज भी हम इस कैद में
    इतना उलझे हुए हैं
    कि हर तरफ़ सिर्फ
    डर नज़र आता है
    - Prerana Barman

  • i_shukriya 6w

    Don't go with one so much, so as you feel scared to walk alone.

    ©i_shukriya

  • kamrie872 9w

    He's finding out I can't really love
    I'm free, caught up in the moment
    But then I get stuck
    I shut down
    Shut him out
    Fearing that my fears are too much
    Who can comprehend it
    Closeness seems out of the question
    My heart asking, "remember when?"
    I'm back to protecting myself
    He should know that he's better with anyone else
    ©kamrie872

  • claralynne 9w

    LOST AND FOUND: Fair, Feral Feline

    You would not have found my face on a flier stapled to a pole on some road somewhere...
    Or on the side of a milk carton.
    But you should've...
    No one was looking for me though.
    No one wanted me.
    I was so lost when he found me.
    Wandering. Aimless...
    I knew I had made a wrong turn or two. But I had no idea how lost I actually was.
    I was dirty. From the inside out. Unkept. Malnourished.
    I hadn't had a bath in God knows how long.
    . .I mean actually HAD and ENJOYED a bath.
    Felt the warm water soothe my muscles and wash my bad days away.
    I tried to act like I knew where I was and that I was fine.
    He saw right through it.
    He took me in. Kept me warm.
    I could not remember the last time I had eaten.
    I could never find food wandering in the dark.
    I would always wait for the sun to come out, but it never did.
    It was like I fell asleep one night and just never woke up. And the nightmare never ended.
    I kept asking myself why he would want to help me.
    I was a feline on my ninth life, and I had come to terms with it at that point.

    Afraid to live.
    No longer a spunky cat that climbed trees.
    No twinkle in my eye.
    No more did I sunbathe and watch the birds fly high.
    To be blunt and honest, I was waiting to die.
    I was timid when I saw him at first. But I could tell his intentions were good.
    Scaredy cat.
    I thought to myself I didn't have anything to lose.
    The smallest little piece of me thought an angel had crossed my path.
    I had lost hope on that ever happening long ago.
    But Maybe...
    Just maybe ...
    I was saved?
    I just couldnt believe someone wanted to help me find "home "
    again.
    He made sure I ate good.
    He would rub me at night.
    I had forgotten how good it felt to actually purr.
    I had been in the wild for so long...never again did I think I'd be dreaming dreams in a cozy bed.
    Not that leaves and mulch couldn't be cozy, but I didn't miss it.
    And to think I always clowned on them domesticated kitty cats.
    I felt like a lucky dog.
    But you see, I had been in the wild for so long, it had somehow become part of me.
    Instilled.
    Feline so fair, yet with a feral side.
    I had it so good, but I shamefully found myself longing for that sense of freedom the came with the wild.
    My heart had become so full, and these thoughts world come.... And they ruined everything.
    Absolutely everything.
    And here I find myself wandering in the dark again.
    He just wanted to give me a home.
    He showed me that a filthy alley cat could be loved again.
    I had felt lovable for the first time since I could remember.
    I was mistaken.
    I knew nothing of freedom.
    I was only just learning what love was.
    and what it felt like to actually be loved.
    I had never felt anything like it.
    It was almost scary.
    More scary than the wild could be.
    Scaredy cat... that I was...
    And now here I am...
    The darkness I find myself roaming in once again is not freedom.
    Only the strong survive out here in the wild.
    Winters coming; it's already gotten so cold.
    There's not enough shelter for us all out here in the wild.
    If only I hadn't acted like such a child.
    Sometimes I wonder if he misses me and our night time cuddles.
    Does he look for me?
    Did he stapled my picture on a pole on a street somewhere?
    I miss how he'd give me those saucers of milk...
    All I know is that this is my ninth life. My last life.
    And I hope I can feel that feeling of home again before it's over.
    In the meantime, I will nestle in this mulch and leaves and find comfort.
    I will pretend....
    and reminisce on a happy time that I'm so very grateful to have had... no matter what.
    ©claralynne

  • smilesofwhiles 10w

    Sometimes all u gotta do is stop thinking too much about the thing u r procrastinating ... and just do it ..even if u are scared .. #fear #fearful #doit #scare #scared #procrastination #lazy #laziness #thinking #midnightthoughts #thoughts

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    If u are too scared
    to do it
    Do it
    anyways,
    even if you are
    Sacred.
    ©smilesofwhiles

  • bmp_365 11w

    I am scared

    I am scared
    As I don't know
    If the world will
    Accept you the
    Way I like you.
    I am scared
    As my heart
    Is not ready to
    See you sad as
    The world is fully
    Toxic.
    I know that you
    Are going to explore
    The world as life is
    About traveling yet I
    Am scared to set
    You free to the world.

    BLESS M
    POEMS
    ©bmp_365

  • sober_diaries 12w

    Verbal abuse is real, words can really fu*k up somebody's mental state,
    "WORDS DONT HURT" Is a lieee.
    ©sober_diaries

  • the_fallen_poet 12w

    #love of a #poet that he's #scared to lose, but in the end, I'm falling for you.
    You keep knocking the window, while the door is open.
    But, I don't blame you, I do the same.

    25 Oct, 2021 - 8:01

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    I hope love never finds me again

    _______________________________
    I hope love never finds me again,
    If it does, only,
    Messes with my brain.
    I can't handle emotional pain too well,
    Scared of losing us, again.
    But you can't lose what you never had,
    And I'm really bad,
    I hope, you don't realise,
    I'm falling again.
    I hope love never finds me again.

    ©the_fallen_poet

  • hafisha98 12w

    I'm little scared
    Coz I never feel love before
    Slowly slowly it's attached
    Oh my.. I think I'm in love
    Coz I fall in you...

    ©hafisha98

  • pallavi4 12w

    Shaken

    Something was strange today. The cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses. The floor beneath my feet seemed to be cold and clammy.

    I moved stealthily towards the bedroom on the first floor of the quiet house. He hadn’t noticed me standing near the dinning table laying out dinner. He had simply unlocked the house and quickly bound up the stairs for the first time without flinging his laptop bag near the front door. There was no “honey I’m home” today.
    Something was definitely amiss.

    Only when I switched on the lights of the corridor at the top of the stairs, I noticed the droplets of blood forming an unmistakable trail till the bedroom door. What could’ve possibly happened ? I was drenched with sweat and awash with fear. Was he hurt ? Had he hurt someone? There was no way to know other than to ask him. Maybe he would simply tell me himself. Offer some sort of explanation. I slowly opened the bedroom door and stood there in the doorway, listening to the shower stop and the curtain being pulled to one side. The trail had followed his path till the bathroom door, which was shut. A sudden terror clutched my heart. Oh god please let him not have hurt someone , I prayed .

    He walked out of the bathroom wearing a robe and with a towel in his hand, rubbing his hair which was wet from the shower. The laptop bag I noticed had been flung outside on the table beside the bathroom . It had a blood stained handprint on it. He however was extremely nonchalant. He greeted me with a wink and a smile and kissed my forehead. Then while whistling, he began to get dressed. There was no mention of the blood.
    Not a word.

    I was both shaken and stirred. So many questions were in my mind but refused to form words . Jittery I turned on my heel and walked downstairs . The nagging questions about the drops of blood on the floor and the laptop bag refused to leave my head. As I finished laying the table and the dinner, cheerfully he bounded down the stairs and sat down to eat, talking about his day and work . I on the other hand was completely lost in my own thoughts and oblivious to what he was saying . We finished eating , washed up and headed to sleep.

    As I slipped into the warmth of the blankets , the storm inside came to a head and my thoughts refused to stop pacing. He on the other hand quietly got in on his side, picked up the book by his bed and began reading . As though nothing had happened. Should I be scared? What was he hiding ? Whose blood was that because he seemed to be unhurt? What should I do?

    Scared of the man I’d married just a couple of months back, I fell asleep unsteadily and dreamt of deers being chased and hunted. There was blood everywhere in my sordid dream and a strange end to an even stranger evening.

    @pallavi4

    20th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #stormc #storm #stories #scared #blood #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • dubldeez 15w

    Learn to find Happiness

    She shivers in the shadow.

    The day is hot, but she is alone in her thoughts.

    Looking back on her existence she wonders how she will become new again with this next step in time

    The happiness she thought she had found
    Has turned to disappoinment just like the rest.

    She worries she will never find her true happiness.
    That she is meant to walk alone. Forever.

    But she doesn't see that her desting is only
    just learning to walk. Just beginning.

    It will stumble, and fall occasionally as all
    do when learning their stride.
    But she is strong, and resilient.
    She pulls herself up from the wreckage and continues.
    Ever forward.

    She will create great change for the one that
    deserves her effort.

    She won't need to search for her happy.
    It will bring itself to her.

    And then...
    She will smile!
    ©dubldeez

  • nightpen 17w

    Misplaced Childhood

    ---
    I was raised in America
    Land of the free
    So many horrid lies
    You broke our fragile lives
    We live surviving our shattered dreams
    ---

    ©nightpen

  • an_imperfect_mystery 19w

    The Dive..

    Only words I hear these days are
    Few good mornings and nights..
    With some fake essence of care,
    So called Take cares and good byes..

    Don't want these people around me,
    With their formatted smiles and laughs..
    The silence within.. Oh so beautiful..
    Gives me the strength to smile back..

    No comments, no expectations,
    No problems, no fights..
    To get back my sanity now,
    Only depression tablets are right...

    Tired, confused and worried,
    Finding the reason why I'm alive...
    In this never-ending blackhole,
    All's left is to dive, All's left is to dive..

    ©an_imperfect_mystery