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Dec 01
joseph.deffner's picture

Snakes


One fear of mine is snakes. The way they move and slither is terrifying. I don't know why, but it is terrifying. There are snakes so big that they can swallow deer or other large animals and I wonder if they would eat people? That is really scary. Also, there are snakes with venom in them that can slowly and painfully kill people. Imagine you are just walking along minding your own business, and all of a sudden a snake bites you. You jump back, but you can't do anything about it. The venom is coursing through your veins and it is the most painful thing you have ever experienced. Scary, right? Even worse, a boa constrictor strangles their prey to death and that would be an excruciatingly painful death. This fear has been with me my entire life. I think it would be very cool to go to the jungle, but there are snakes there and I makes me not want to go. One thing about this fear that really affects me is that if there is a snake outside I can't even go outside.
Dec 01
Dayne.greineder's picture

Facing Your Fears

People have asked me throughout my life, what are you afraid of? It seems to be a common question for the thought of knowing one's deepest fear, gives that person a sense of power over you now that they have the knowledge to break you down. My answer frequently changed from many things throughout my younger years. From the dark to heights to even death but over the course of my life I worked at those fears. Breaking them down until that fear seems now funny and harmless. Our mind tells us to be afraid, but why? How do I overcome these fears that control me? It wasn't easy or in anyway fun, but I was sick of fear running what I do. The key is freeing the mind of all negatives. We all have them but learning to make the negatives so small and innocent it’s easier to see passed them. By looking at the world with nothing but smiles and positive energy the fear seems to fade away. Now when asked what I fear, I'm stumped. As I look around everyone seems to know exactly what the answer is.
Nov 30
joseph.deffner's picture

The Dark

I'm afraid of the dark. I think it all started as kind of a tradition in America that kids are just afraid of the dark. It's not so much the dark itself. It's more what could be in the dark- like a ghost or a demon or a witch. I’ve gotten better at not being so scared of what's in the dark, though. But it's still terrifying because the dark is very mysterious and if you can't see what is in front of you or in the same room as you, your mind is going to imagine the worst thing possible... when it's really just nothing.
 
Nov 29
AnnaH's picture

Rosa

Rosa walks out of the house and into the crisp, cool, morning air. It was the first time she had been out in years. Her face wrinkles, as she squints to look up a the sun. The pigeons resting on the street flutter away slowly, as if they are too lazy to fly away from her. She clutches her handbag, and shuffles silently down the street. The old woman pulls her coat closer around her as she walked past the racks of drying laundry. She can see men quietly smoking on the side of the road, looking out onto the streets before heading off to the bars. She frowns, and remembers the similar habits of her son, many years ago. She looks down the street and can see the white dome of the church down the road, a place where she has neglected to go to in decades. She remembers the day she got married there, and though she would have love for the rest of her life. Rosa's eyes tear up as she feels the memories that start to surround her.
Nov 28
poem 5 comments challenge: Home
Quella's picture

Room at Home

She couldn't decide, said the walls
their three shades painted on like permanent shadows.
The photo on the wall of the first woman to win a marathon
says she wants to be someone one day
but the tiny rumpled corner of the massive bed
whispers that she doesn't like to take up space.
The layers of letters, photos, fairy lights, and poems
that cover her walls and ceiling say she likes to collect things,
and the warm wood of the floor and dim colors of the carpet
say she gets cold easily
and tries to heat her room with beautiful things.
The empty glass on her nightstand has drawn itself a ring in which to sit,
whispering that it's been there for weeks.
The mostly-empty drawers say she lives somewhere else now,
but this is still home, and she will come back.
On a shelf in the closet sits a stack of empty notebooks
next to a drooping backpack that says it could brave any adventure.
Nov 28
Icarus Blackmore's picture

Risk

My thoughts on the continued mass shootings and violence and the growing numbness towards it.
 
Nov 28
l.sleeper's picture

Asthma

My main fear is having an asthma attack at TaeKwonDo. It's been about two years since my last one, and I hated it. I was in the middle of my testing for high blue belt (which is a blue belt with a red stripe) and I was sparring (which is kicking people with gear on). After I did a few rounds, my instructor asked me if I was alright, because he could see that I couldn't breathe, and I said that I was fine. So we kept sparring and then eventually I had to run off and use my inhaler. I was so out of breath so bad that I couldn't speak and I was crying, but luckily one of my friends knew where I put my inhaler and she ran and got it for me. My instructor wasn't mad at me, and no one else was either, but I was mad at myself because I have always hated having an inhaler, and admitting that I have asthma. It's not like anyone shamed me for it or anything, it's just something that I have no control of, but it's so obvious because I have to carry around and inhaler with me everywhere I go.
Nov 28

Alone

I AM AFRAID OF BEING ALONE. I know it sounds ridiculous, but early on, me and my twin brother Owen were inseparable. Gradually we got used to the other always being there, so now, even though I am with my brother less and less, it is still strange to be alone. I remember before we had a dog, and Owen was still working at school, I would come home and within 15 to 20 minutes, the house would take its toll and I would spend half an hour just to calm myself down before I started working again. I am not afraid of the dark, but afraid of not seeing what is around me and looking at nothing, feeling all alone. Have you ever turned around while alone somewhere, feeling eyes piercing your neck?That feeling flows me when I am alone. To me, being alone feels like nobody has got your back nobody to help, nobody has ever been there to help.
Nov 28

1, 2, 3... You're Out


There is no definition for it,
But I can assure you it does exist.
“Batter up”,
The umpire calls out to the on-deck circle.
 An exuberant amount of thoughts race through your head.
Is his first pitch to me going to be a curve ball?
A slider?
His 90 mile an hour fastball?
You don’t know the answer to the questions until you experience the moment.
The first pitch wizzes by,
“Strike!”
You don’t even know what pitch it was because it was so fast.
That’s one down,
You have two more chances at the least to make this at bat worth it.
“Strike two!”
Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the right pitch for you,
But you know you’re screwed now.
The count is 0 and 2.
This is it,
You best make your move now or that’s it.
With the swing of the bat,
You miss the ball completely with an off-speed pitch.
“Strike three!”
Just like that,
Nov 27
mbrookens's picture

My Star

thinking ahead
is the scariest thing
for me
a day is managable
but I can't imagine
living the rest
of my life
without you
 
 

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