It’s scary trying to face one’s fears. That’s why the show “Fear Factor” was such a hit, right?  Because we could never do what those contestants were doing – no matter how much money was involved!  Seriously. No.

But then there are fears where you don’t really find out they scare you until after the first time.

And you would think that after the first time, I’d learn my lesson, yes? NO.

I’m talking about horror movies here, people. I like scary movies. But they scare me like heck! And after every horror flick, I vow never to see another one…until another good scary one comes along!

Oh well. That’s entertainment, right?

I’ll probaby have bad dreams tonight (and I apologize in advance for yours), but I AM going to face my fears – through writing.  Even if I wasn’t getting any money for doing so, at least I’m safe.  🙂

Today’s Nov. PAD prompt comes from Joshua Gray.

Here’s Joshua’s prompt: Write a poem that scares you. It could be a scary movie or ghost story poem. It could be a poem about a secret in your past. It could be a poem about your worst fear. It just needs to bring up a scary/fearful/uncomfortable emotion as you write.

Incidentally, my friend Les is having a Coffee Chat all about lessons being learned. You might say, as for me, I haven’t learned my lesson yet. Bring on the scary movies!



 I am not a very brave person
but I still like watching scary movies
that make me cover my eyes
and push the fast forward button

“Freddy Kruger” and his “Nightmare On Elm Street…”
I couldn’t sleep for days!
I’d keep my limbs inside the bed,
while I jumped roped in my head.

“One, two…Freddy’s coming for you…
Three, four…better shut the door…
Five, six…bring a crucifix…
Seven, eight…better lock the gate…
Nine, ten…never sleep again…”

Then there was “It.”
And I hated clowns since then.
I vowed I would never let my children
have parties with clowns for any reason.

“I am eternal, child. I am the eater of worlds, and of children. And you are next!
I’m every nightmare you’ve ever had. I’m your worst dream come true.
Let go. Be afraid. You all taste so much better when you’re afraid.”

And my love for dolls almost ended
when I watched “Child’s Play” at the theater.
I stay away from orange-haired dolls
wearing red sneakers and blue overalls.

“Hi, I’m Chucky. Wanna play?
Hi, I’m Chucky, and I’m your friend till the end.

And the scariest one…
the one that terrifies me completely…
because it’s based on a true story…
and makes me question my reality…

“The Exorcist”
Just saying the title makes me shiver!
I can’t get Regan out of my mind…
I say a little prayer now
and kiss every cross I can find.

“Demon: I’m not Regan.
Father Damien Karras: Well, then let’s introduce ourselves. I’m Damien Karras.
Demon: And I’m the Devil. Now kindly undo these straps.
Father Damien Karras: If you’re the Devil, why not make the straps disappear?
Demon: That’s much too vulgar a display of power, Karras.”

And now I’m going to crawl into bed
pull the covers over my head,
think of angels and daisies,
rainbows and pink ponies!

(I want my mommy!)


Seriously folks, I want my mommy. I’m scared.


2 thoughts on ““Fear”

  1. We all float down here!
    That book scared the crap out of me…no way I was watching the movie too.
    A fellow co-ed in my dorm thought it would be fun to hide in my dorm closet and wait until I fell asleep and started whispering that quote from the dark closet. Oh, and he had a clown wig on when he popped out.
    I popped him. Repeatedly.
    I think he learned his lesson.


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