Monday, October 31, 2016

Fear



Fear of heights, fear of the dark, fear of elevators. 
The last time I was in an elevator was two years ago. I was alone and I felt trapped. I had a panic attack and I haven’t been in one since. 
Fear of crowds, fear of puppets.
A friend tried to make me hug a puppet once and it gave me nightmares. Fear of time, fear of change. Fear of underground, fear of silence. 
I can’t sleep without some sort of noise: a fan or a song. 
Fear of emptiness, fear of pointlessness. 
Everyday I wake up and ask myself why I am still here and I fear never finding an answer. 
Fear of underwater. 
I can’t dive too deep or I feel trapped, crushed.
Fear of outer space. 
I’ve had so many nightmares of floating endlessly in space, surrounded by dark, silent emptiness. 
Fear of perfection. Fear of endings, fear of immortality. 
Even as a child, I remember hearing about heaven and being just as terrified of heaven as I was of hell because it was endless. 
Fear of being normal, fear of being average. 
I’ve always strived to be different, actively seeking ways to go against the flow. 
Fear of death, the unknown. 
What happens when we die? I knew once and now I don’t. 
Fear of not understanding. Fear of failing, fear of not living up to my potential. Fear of grades. 
No matter how many hours I spend on a homework assignment, I still feel as if it wasn't enough.
Fear of not being seen, fear of being seen. 
I feel safer when I am invisible. 
Fear of being trapped. Fear of not living. 
I read books and wonder if I will live a life that means something. I fear that I will spend my life watching other people live and never be brave enough to live myself. 

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Show Me

anita krizzan // poetry to me.:

show me your emptiness
the gaping black hole in your chest
let me feel it's pull
stare into the void
see if i run mad

tell me of your despair
let me taste it on your lips
like bitter almonds
a cyanide stain

let me feel your brokenness
run my fingers over your jagged shards
cut my palm
and bleed

share with me your missing pieces
the hollows in your skin
let me slide my hand in
see how deep they go

teach me your lies
help me master the calculated twists of your tongue
the masterful play of tone and phrase
the ways in which you hide

lead me down your rabbit hole
display your madness before me
introduce me to the monsters in your head
make friends with the demons who whisper in your ear

show me it all
dump all your secrets in front of me
let our monsters dance
and our devils meet