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All is fine, but not is mine,

as dreams still haunt me daring.

As time goes, through highs and lows,

they come quick to mind, not caring.

Not blood, nor moan, would hurt alone,

as demons stand all glaring.

No thought will wane, while I'm insane.

My armaments I'm wearing.

They taunt me so, and will not go!

Their shrieks and cries keep blaring!

Now I'm awake, I scarce can take,

the thought of their declaring.

We'll meet again. I don't know when.

And so your teeth, you will be baring.

This poem is about my actual dreams. Most, if not all, consist of monstrous nightmares with demons and creatures. I started having these dreams when I accidentally viewed a horror movie at the age of five. Since then, I have used my dreams to an advantage by turning them into deep and meaningful poems.

Being a burden. It hurts so much.

I sing softly in the dark.

Wondering why

Wondering how

Wondering if you’d ever be found.

If this is love,

then what is hate?

I watched your eyes turn red wih crying.

And saw your faith in love dissipate.

There was a trembling in your gaze but you rose and stood

All was lost

Because that one glint of heaven

That spark

Your eyes burned red with energy,

Your wings turned black

Your halo turned brown and shriveled up

Horns on your head

Tail flicking threateningly

Then you smiled.

I hear you sing softly

Maybe this is for the best

If my family hates me now

Let them pay

You summoned the forces of the

Dark

And flapped your wings

They used to be beautiful

Looking at your wings a tear

Slipped out

But it quickly disappeared

Hell’s fire too much to handle.

A fallen angel

Should feel no pain,

No emotion

Never belonging

One of the forgotten.

Fallen angels survive

Broken, torn

Ripped to shreds by both

Angels and devils

You cannot mourn

You cannot show fear of the strong

Hope is gone

Maybe the angels will win "forever"

Maybe devils will

Always on the island of

Forgotten souls.

Or the fallen will rise again

to see all of them lose

No more pain and no more anger

Only blind revenge.

Once an angel fell from the sky

No more love was given

Nothing there could be

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I’m afraid of being a burden, then being the source of pain for the people I love.

I’m afraid of exploding from the pressure one day, and then I can’t breathe.

I’m afraid that, I might hurt my loved ones and hell will break loose within my mind.

I’m afraid of what I am actually capable of.

I’m afraid to be hurt again.

I always thought that maybe, everyone would be better off if I didn’t exist. If I’d never met them.

I hate being the one that drags them down, the one that hurts them because I left.

I know that I am a bomb, for one thing.

I’m ready to explode, but I keep my temper in check.

I just. Want to minimalize the casualties in my emotional whirlwind.

Also. I’m afraid of death.

I don’t know. It’s contradicting.

Fears come out of nowhere, they come from experience and emotions.

I think the key is to live life straightforwardly. Don’t hesitate. Or you’re not going to able to do whatever you had planned for your life, and that would be a regret.

Life is too short to really have to fear, but it’s natural protection, I guess.

falling for

someone so hard

i couldn't fall anymore

and letting down my guard

thinking they felt the same

or convincing myself they could

but im the only one to blame

for thinking they would

i told myself they cared

even when that wasn't true

and so now im scared

that because i care so much for you

ill break my own heart

harder and harder

and watch it fall apart

over and over

when i was young, i was jealous easily.

that's a lie. after many years, i'm still jealous.

but when i fell from the earth

i was deemed punishment

and so it started

they kept on taking

taking what i prided most

my talents, my pastimes,

they pined for more

taking away my life, until

i was no longer jealous that they could

take away everything.

they took it all, the joy, the pain

even my name, my memories

at first arrival

there were fires and shadows

and all the interesting things

now there are none

it's just a dark abyss.

I consider myself crazy.

And everyone has their own coping mechanism.

I, however, retreated into a fantasy world

where I don't understand the difference

between real and fake anymore.

So my personal hell

would be

waking up to find out that everything I thought I saw

wasn't real at all.

Hell is very big and has 7 floors. It has 7 gates. By the way, hell is 7 floors below the ground. The worst part is the bottom floor. Hypocrites will come there. Hell is so bad that if a large stone was thrown, it would reach the bottom of Hell seventy years.

On the Day of Resurrection, Hell will be full of disas and prisoners. That is why they are so angry that they are devoured and burned. The sound of hellfire is burning with the sound of crunching, crackling, roaring sounds. Then the sinners will be thrown into hell. Angels name bad people and say, "Where is the son of so-and-so?" they call out one by one. Unbelievers, hypocrites, and sinners are caught, and their hands are tied around their necks and feet. They put chains on their necks. They are then beaten with iron and dragged to hell and thrown into the fire. To the oppressor: "You were counted as the most bad, and most brutal man in the world, so suffer now!" they say.

Fire is on them, the fire underneath, the fire on their right and left! Heavy chains on the back of the neck. Their food and work are on fire. They will also be clothed with copper. This will only add to the pain.

Beneath the grave, there is a large rock that rises upwards. Angels rub the face of an unbeliever and drag him down. Then they hit him with iron and knocked him down. Once it is down, it is dragged up again ...

Hell will be big dragons of snakes, huge snakes like elephants. They also beat and torment those who commit immorality in the world. Some infidels are caught in a narrow pit in hell. They are tormented and unable to move. Some people will have their stomachs cracked and their groinings sparkled and stuck to the rock. The stone itself revolves around it.

Allah has created hell for those who disobey. It's a very bad place. Unbelievers, hypocrites will go to hell and never return. Sinful Muslims will also enter hell. They will be tormented with their sins and then will be thrown out of hell and into Paradise. May Allah keep us away from sin. Only good deeds and good fortune. Amen!

No one likes a clown these days,

No one wants to let me in...

My face is painted bright and pretty.

​Blue and yellow is my grin.

My mouth and eyes are always smiling,

yet the children hide from me.

My arms are always stretched, inviting.

So, why won’t they play with me?

​They say my face is ghostly pale,

my nose is like a spot of blood.

My row of teeth can cause a scare,

my body’s shape is like a spud.

But I think they’re off their rockers!

All of them! The wretched scum...

Clowns are funny! ​Don’t they know?

Embodiments of endless fun!

​​No one likes a clown these days...

They won’t even try....

If only they could see

that I’m really a nice guy!

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I wrote this poem originally because I was experimenting with horror poetry. I don’t know how horrific it really is, but it’s creepy at least. I know SO many people who have a terror of clowns, so I thought it would be apt for this challenge.