We are Afraid

We are afraid of letting go.

We are afraid that one day through our work the closed eyes of forgiveness will open up to let us know our hope has been lost as we try to remember how to coup and where we are. That we still have a job left to fulfill. It never ends.

We are afraid of the dark

and the day that created it.

We are afraid of all there is to fear.

We are afraid that tomorrow we’ll take today seriously;

and we’ll look bad and have to sallow all we have left with it getting caught for a second before sliding away. That tomorrow, when we aren’t in the moment, we’ll be forced the reality of sadness of today. The day past too late has passed and the moment of realization awaits like a fist hanging above your dazed head in a fight. Pleasurably awaiting impact as you flash through a moment in less than a second remember what lead you there why you can’t be forgiven.

We are afraid of the only part of us that withstands fear, an emotion that is exempt from emotions.

We are afraid of what we regret and that that makes us sad.

We are afraid of realization.

We are afraid it is too late.

We Are Afraid-Ikey

We are afraid everyone might leave.
We are afraid that jokes will not be funny
We are afraid of the dark
We are afraid that dreams might not come true and we wont be able to be a fireman or a princess
We are afraid of the what if
We are afraid we wont be able to pay for life saving surgery
We are afraid that a few too many will turn into never gonna have a few again
we are afraid that if everyone dies or leaves we will be left alone to fight on our own
We are afraid of aliens
We are afraid of having to use our floation devices from the airplane
We are afraid to see a world without technology
We are afraid that god is a myth and the closest thing to it is zeke
We are afraid that our greastest teachers taught us the wrong material in school
We are afraid of what we will do to win
We are afraid of the fact that we just might lose
We are afraid that we will lose pro sports cause back up qbs want a million dollars
We are afraid that this poem really did suck

We Are Afraid

We Are Afraid

We are afraid of pigeons

The way they circle there prey right before they land

We are afraid of sharks

They swim so close to the glass as if they are daring you to come closer

All the while grinning so their rows and rows of teeth show and you inch closer to see what that red sploch on them are

Before you know it they bust through the glass and swallow you whole

We are afraid of turning into our ridiculously embarrassing parents

We are afraid of someone breaking into the house when its only you on the other side of the door shaking with fear and holding on for dear life to a wooden bat but all of the sudden your palms start to sweat and the bat slips out of your hands

We are afraid of failing

Failing in life

We are afraid of creepy people who talk to themselves on the train

The way they rock back in forth in their seat hold there hands to there head and muttering what seems like the same words over and over again

We are afraid of tripping right as you are handed your diploma and knock the rest of the graduating class over

We are afraid of robots taking over the world

And there will be no Arnold Schwarzenegger to save us

We are afraid that one day we will not have the strength to stand up to our fears

That is what we are truly afraid of

We are Afraid

We are Afraid

We are afraid of insects.
The little spiders and ants that may or may not bite.
We are afraid of needles.
The shots that we know will help us, but scare us anyway
We are afraid of change
When it’s unplanned and could lead to something unknown
That leaves us suddenly helpless in a new world.
And everybody else will have liked the change and we will be alone
With nobody who can relate to us
We are afraid of flying
We are afraid of crying
We are afraid of 2012
The rumors that predict our demise as a species.
That when looked at reasonably are nonsense,
but that still make us worry
whether the worry is public or private
We are afraid of leaving
We are afraid of coming home
We are afraid of dying
But we are just as scared of living

We are Afraid

We are afraid of things that go bump in the night, things that creep through our windows and eat us up We are afraid of tapioca We are afraid that the cold nights will never end, the effervescence from our mouths illustrating our fears on the cold night sky We are afraid that we were not made right We are afraid that in the end, death, is the final stop on our journey

We are afraid of Kittens We are afraid of the sun, a glowing ball that ticks steadily towards our death, proving our place on this earth is merely temporary We are afraid of what people think

But most of all we are afraid of what people will say when we die.

Coins in the famous shower of golden illusion or nightgown and one sock or moist brush stroke of his fathers mustache.

There will always be people who want me just to shave it
some women want it other women hate it
some women even have a little themselves
some people think it covers a piece of true beauty
I always like to keep it clean and well intact
cause you never know who is going to see
those people who do see it enjoy having it different sizes and shapes
some people even have the to tools to make it wet
I enter a shower of golden illusion just to clean it up
I don't like having one sock near it
and unfortunately i cant find a nightgown that covers it up
the best part is that...
Beaver loves it too
As I enter, Beaver just feels safe knowing its there
I love having it and I have no plans of shaving it all off
for now
this is my mustache.

His heart smacking against his ribs like a bumblebee at a window Or Divert people’s attention from his quest Or Traffic of schoolchildren and clerks

Imagine a sea of people

Herded together like sheep

Grounded, surrounded

Multicolored faces,

Then you,

Embedded in a design, quilt of different textures

Yet anxiety arises within because you are not alone now,

Walking in a street so crowded,

Your vision clouded by the blurs and slurs of the mainstream,

Your heart pounds in a beat that seems to echo aloud,

You don’t like crowds,

Every flaw projected onto strangers,

It’s a danger,

Having your secrets and quirks mirrored onto the street

Displayed to people you can’t meet in a short span of 2 seconds

Their judgments of you portrayed by their flashed faces,

Their cold eyes and stuck up held high chins they simply say

“I don’t know you but by looking at you I don’t want to”

Traffic of schoolchildren,

Traffic of clerks,

Traffic of businessmen and schoolteachers,

All of them,

Worry you.

Tunnel vision your acquisition,

Walking faster to your destination

Heart smacking against your ribs,

Legs quivering with each step,

All that matters is

you have to get out of the crowd.