#fear poem

[thequietunnamedpoet]

"Political" Fear

People like me are going to start dying,

or worse, no longer being allowed to live freely.

I don’t want to hide anymore. 

Not the fact that I'm queer and trans,

Not the fact that my grandparents immigrated here from China, 

not the fact that I support human rights, even if they aren’t simply my rights.

His presidency will usher in an age of fear,

Of darkness, Of destruction of the worst caliber.

Or maybe I am just scared.

Scared that this world I have barely touched will soon be ripped from my hands, 

Simply because an old man and his friends hate people like me.

Because I am NOT white. Because I am NOT a proud American. Because I am NOT a straight person. Because I am NOT a real man. Because I am NOT the girl I was born as. Because I am NOT rich. Because I am NOT someone who fits into those little boxes.

Isn’t it horrible to think about?

If you do not check the boxes,

You. aren't. safe.

I especially fear for my brothers and sisters,

Who do not pass as well as I do.

For the trans kids who haven't got a chance to socially transition yet,

Who saw the TV glow but never got to explore. Who know there’s more to them but were silenced. Who just want to be happy.

For the queer kids who listen as the president of a country- OUR country attacks us,

Who sit in the closet waiting for it to be safe. Who shout explicitly about how they ARE queer. Who never know if they are free to love who they love.

For Chinese kids who never felt they lived up to their culture,

Who may not get the best chance to discover said culture. Whose skin color determines their treatment. Who feel so white they can’t claim they are Chinese.

For the families that struggle as I do,

Whose parents work harder than any CEO to put food on the table. Whose children study their asses off to get a job that won’t matter in ten years. Whose children get lost to the cycle of poverty in America.

I’m scared for us.

For all of us.

[annagxx]

In a constant state of fear, I reside,

Terrified that they'll leave me behind,

Afraid they won't understand my mind,

Dreading their judgment, so unkind.

In a constant state of fear, I dwell,

Anxious of the screams, the anger that swells,

Worried that I'll never be enough,

Breaking things with emotions rough.

In a constant state of fear, I tread,

Scared of dumb words, things I might have said,

Concerned they'll regret having me near,

Shadows cast, hiding me here.

In a constant state of fear, I stay,

Fearing offense in every word I say,

Worried I might cause them pain,

Or control them, like a chain.

In a constant state of fear, I live,

Terrified of just being me,

For that's the biggest fear I see,

In a constant state of fear, I am free.

[echokelly]

maybe if I write poetically about my silly, yet viscerally terrifying fear, it won't seem as scary

[hinamie]

subject, specimen, spectacle;

should i say that you're dead?

[thingswedontunbox]

[littlest-bugz]

On Self Isolation, and the fear of being vulnerable

[no images or poetry belong to me. credit help is always appreciated!]

[lucidloving]

David Foster Wallace // Marya Hornbacher, Waiting // Albert Camus, A Happy Death // Kai Cheng Thom, A Place Called No Homeland // Brené Brown, Dancing Greatly // @danielcalmdown // Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love and Leaps of Faith // Marya Hornbacher, Waiting // Sleeping At Last—Neptune

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

aita post (2020) - throwawayacc0089 on reddit

"aita for exploding my girlfriend"

[arthursfuckinghat]

The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows

[leonardospoetry]

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[words-and-coffee]

too much to love. too much to handle. i am too much. i am too much. and somehow i will still never be enough.

Trista Mateer, Persephone Made Me Do It: Fear

[callherwylder]

what people don’t tell you about being brave is that it feels a lot like being scared

[ivynightshade]

i was born in spring / there is irony in how everything i touch rots.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.

[varnikareads]

“It's heartbreaking to hear someone say, I wasn't always like this. And by ‘this’ they mean their anxiety, their fears, the little things that make them uncomfortable, the songs that make them look away and hold back tears, the way they struggle to trust again. As if ‘this’ version deserves any less love and care than all of the people they have been. As if 'this' is something that makes them a burden.”

— Mitushi Pandey

[dark-strangers-art]

“We are all trapped

in a prison of our own making

with walls created by perceived morals

and Bars from social taboos

guarded by our fears”

—

~Dark Stranger ©