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I have no fear,
I'd love to say.
but what I fear,
is here to stay.
I have talked of fear, with all my friends.
and have long realized the idiocy of revealing your "worst fear"
To tell is foolish, for they want to know,
so they can taunt you, hurt you, or make them laugh.
And so, I say, I have no fear.
To prove it, I will do anything.
Jump from planes,
ski the hardest runs.
stand before crowds,
to entertain.
All eyes on me,
I never sweat.
No one knows, that I too have fear.
I fear heights.
I fear pain.
I fear crowds.
I fear Attention.
When the crowd laughs
My heart stands still.
When my dreams are read,
I stand naked before you.
Ashamed, but always smiling.
I do all these things,
to prove I have none.
I fear the loss of control,
I fear being made to do them.
So I do them all, everyday.
I do them on my own.
I smile, I clown,
I tell stories, I charm.
I write my darkest thoughts.
I write of fantastic lives.
I have no fear,
I'd love to say.
but what I fear most,
is every day.
I'd love to say.
but what I fear,
is here to stay.
I have talked of fear, with all my friends.
and have long realized the idiocy of revealing your "worst fear"
To tell is foolish, for they want to know,
so they can taunt you, hurt you, or make them laugh.
And so, I say, I have no fear.
To prove it, I will do anything.
Jump from planes,
ski the hardest runs.
stand before crowds,
to entertain.
All eyes on me,
I never sweat.
No one knows, that I too have fear.
I fear heights.
I fear pain.
I fear crowds.
I fear Attention.
When the crowd laughs
My heart stands still.
When my dreams are read,
I stand naked before you.
Ashamed, but always smiling.
I do all these things,
to prove I have none.
I fear the loss of control,
I fear being made to do them.
So I do them all, everyday.
I do them on my own.
I smile, I clown,
I tell stories, I charm.
I write my darkest thoughts.
I write of fantastic lives.
I have no fear,
I'd love to say.
but what I fear most,
is every day.
Literature
My Quiet Home
I find comfort in silence
Hope in the unknown
I love the feeling of stillness
The feeling of being alone
That's where I feel most at home
Because even when I'm around people
They still feel like they are miles away
Then the distance is all around me
But here I can be what I truly am
I can let my smile sink
And let my heart feel
This is my quiet home
A place no one else has known
Literature
Sleep
some people lament
when it comes to that moment of the day
or night
when we fall to dreams
and sleep.
"such loss of time" they say,
"i could be doing things" they cry.
but i think that dreams are an adventure too.
i can be a king in my dream,
or a queen
- a drag queen -
as bold as anything!
or a drag racer.
i can even be a bunny or a cloud or a chef.
most importantly though,
i find,
i get to not be me.
Literature
Lost Song
I used to think myself grand in the face of the abstract.
I thought myself a poet, a knitter of words which together would create something like music to the eyes, drumming its rhythm in time with heartbeats and telling stories of love that almost was—of heartbreak that was very real at the time, and of thoughts that then seemed profound but—looking back—are laughable.
And I missed the words. They always seemed one step (or several steps—perhaps miles) ahead of me, and I wanted to run after them, to delve into their secrets and wade in their meanings. Alas, I was not worthy then, nor now, and whether or not I can eve
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Theme is my greatest fear.
Now you know something about me,
I have never told.
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Theme is my greatest fear.
Now you know something about me,
I have never told.
Want to tell me a secret?
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Beautiful! I felt a lot of chill when I read this, You are open on these triumphs, I like that. it captures every ones thought process deeply. I love it!