126 posts
  • thehiddeninsights 19w


    : what's your biggest fear?
    ‍: hmm..losing people!
    : Losing people might seem big
    If you haven't thought about
    Losing your future yet !!


  • mrspectacular 25w


    Henry hurries to pack his things for his 2pm flight he had booked a week ago. He worries that he may not arrive in time to catch the flight and may therefore have to cancel his trip but there is a lot riding on the trip. He is being transferred to the Danish Headquarters of his company and it is pertinent that he arrives as soon as possible and reports to both the Assistant Chairman of the Denmark territory of Flenchly Company Int'l, a conglomerate of household items producers and the personnel department of same.

    Arriving the airport an hour to take off time, he checks in and goes to take a seat while waiting for the plane to be readied for boarding. He feels really pumped about the trip and cannot wait to see what surprises await him at his new position in Denmark as Chief of External Relations. He is aware it would be a great shift, turning a lot of things both upside down and right side up for him but he is prepared for the challenge.

    The flight announcer announces over the airport speaker. 'DenAir Flight 635DA to Denmark is currently boarding. Please, all passengers proceed for boarding,' the announcer says with a voice so sweet it makes Henry smile. He however feels indifferent as he is married and would have wife and kids joining him later in Denmark once he is properly settled. He joins the queue as they are marched towards the airplane through the escalator stairway. Few seconds later, he is finally on the plane seated beside a young man probably in his early 30s who he would later realize has the name, Richard. Henry flashes a smile out of courtesy and shakes Richard's hand sturdily in the spirit of communality. The kind of smile that seems so reassuring.

    A few seconds later, the flight begins taxi as the pilots turn on 'the fasten your seatbelts for take-off' signal. After taxiing for about a minute, the plane finally takes off and the 'fasten your seatbelt for take off' signal is turned off. Everyone is smiling and enjoying the flight until suddenly, a passenger screams as if being stabbed by something. It is Henry's in-flight seatmate, Richard. He seems to be really uncomfortable, sweating so profusely as though he is in some kind of boiling water. Richard usually feels such way traveling by air hence he had not done so in years but only attempted this with the impression that his aerophobia was gone permanently but he is wrong. Right now, he feels his heart slowing down as a result of the panicking.

    'Land the plane!!!,' Henry screams as he tries to keep Richard from suffocating by doing all he can to calm him down. Henry seems so worried about Richard. Would he have to watch Richard die before his eyes in his perfectly ironed suit, wonderful perfume and nice black shoes? He would not have Richard be buried when he looks so dapper, just because of a flight. Henry quickly leaves Richard to go to the cockpit to ascertain if the plane has been landed as he had earlier kindly requested. Surely it has landed but in an open field. He quickly asks the pilot before he goes back to Richard to assist him off the plane,

    'Kindly contact the paramedics and give our location out to them immediately'. He feels paranoid that Richard's case may deteriorate further, probably to the point of death but he is wrong as in a matter of a minute after Richard is brought off the plane into the open air, he feels much better.

    The paramedics arrive shortly after in an ambulance, escorted by two police squad cars and two police motorbikes, advising the flight crew and passengers against taking Richard up in the air again on the grounds of chronic aerophobia. Briefing the crew and passengers in the open air, the chief of the Emergency Management Team (EMT), Capt. Donald Brian says,

    'First of all, I would like to thank you the first aiders for your selfless service and determined resolve to save the life of this man here. Even though, you all clearly have somewhere to be at hence the reason you are on this flight but that did not deter you from allowing the flight to be brought down in the middle of nowhere just to make sure the young man does not die. We thank you very much.

    Unfortunately, Mr. Richard here has a phobia for flight as I am sure you have all ascertained by now so he would not be following you to Denmark. We will probably look for an alternative means to get him there. We would probably drive him there in the EMT convoy or we'll put him on a ship and if he has hydrophobia as well, we'll then have to put him on an air ambulance to Denmark so they can tend to his phobia whenever it arises mid-air. As for the rest of you, do have a safe flight to Denmark. Thank you.'

    Everyone gives a resounding applause. They are happy that they would be able to continue the flight to Denmark even though they would arrive pretty late. They board the plane again and take off with an EMT personnel acting as the adhoc Air Traffic Controller. The flight takes off with an irregular taxiing as a result of the environment hence almost causing a crash but for the expertise of the pilots.

    Two hours later, they make a touchdown at the Bornholm International Airport, Denmark. Safely landed at the airport, Henry cannot help but wonder how his new friend and seatmate on the plane, Richard would be doing at the moment and if he has made it to Denmark as the Chief of the EMT had assured them. Really concerned about how Richard would be doing, he goes to the Den Air Service Station and addressing the lady behind the counter he says,

    'Excuse me....Ms. Abigail', he says picking her name off her name tag on her left breast-pocket.
    'Good evening and welcome sir', she says with a wide and bright smile. 'How may I be of help to you today?'

    Henry replicates the smile. 'Thank you very much....Please I would like to inquire about a passenger's information. We were on the same flight some few hours ago but he seemed to be stricken by aerophobia so we had to have him alight from the plane to follow an alternative means but I am sure his contact information should be in your PNR list. Please can you kindly check for Richard Crawson on your Passenger Listing for flight 635DA from New Zealand? Thank you very much'

    She declines his request with a smile stressing that it is against the airline's privacy policy to give out their passenger's contact without authorization from the passenger himself or herself. Realizing it is not possible, he backs down without uttering another word as he goes away to the parking lot to await the vehicle that would be sent from Flenchly Conglomerate in his new district in Denmark.

    In about ten minutes, the vehicle arrives. He gets up from the gossip chair underneath a cool cover just outside the airport lounge and walks towards it slowly, as if hoping and praying that the lady at the desk would change her mind and come running to him with Richard's phone number but again he is wrong as she does not. Perhaps he would run into him at a later date. He instructs the driver, Mr. Albion to step on the gas and take him to the office immediately for his welcome tour to begin as soon as possible.


  • madan_aswartha 33w

    The Unknown Phobia!?

    In an assembled multitude of people being strong as their own sunshine I remain Nyctophobic,Koinoniphobic and Phobophobic

  • manazscorpio 34w

    Phobia of something is always there
    It's you who most often mocks
    Until and unless it chases you

  • lovesunflower20 36w


    "I can do everything right
    still feel sad at night
    it's so hard to
    forget pain
    at night..,
    but it's even harder to
    remember sweetness
    i have no reason to show off
    happiness..learn numbing the pain
    for a while will
    make it worse...
    when i finally try to escape
    all i can do is lie in bed
    hope that
    morning comes sooner
    before i fall apart
    no matter how much i hide and conceal
    i can't escape it
    I'm waiting for
    ray of light to come
    help me break free from this
    darkness of night".

    #night #phobia

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  • cardelljhardy 37w

    Facing Fears

    The phobia of anxiety has returned
    A gift surely no one has earned.
    Take me back to the place I was born
    And where my past was torn.
    Hold on to me and don't let go.
    Because my fear of failing won't let go.
    Face my fear I shall do it head on.
    And push forward to a new dawn.

  • _broken_mirror_ 37w

    I fear,
    Losing control on my tears in front of someone,
    I fear,
    Losing someone who is really close to me,
    I fear,
    From the rain in the darkness of nights,
    And from the darkness of my past which can't be changed.

  • mishti__ 37w

    After being used once,
    I fear falling in love again.

    After getting backstabbed,
    I fear talkin' with people.

    After getting hurt,
    I fear to fight with someone.

    After realising my issues,
    I fear my mistakes.

    After getting failed,
    I fear making decisions.

    After trying to be happy,
    I fear feeling pain.

    After being criticized,
    I fear being open to them.

    After being stood up,
    I fear waiting again.

    After hearing about rapes and murders,
    I fear stepping out.

    After trying to hurt myself for one time,
    I fear from myself.

    After loving the ocean,
    I fear drowning in it.

    After facing this much,
    I have a phobia breathing air everyday.


    #fear #phobia #mirakee #ceesreposts @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    I'm really afraid of tomorrow. I don't know why. I feel like I'm alive and breathing today, maybe tomorrow I wouldn't at all. I fear hurting myself. Because maybe if someone wouldn't, but I'll try quitting and just give up. I'm strong enough right now that I won't. But who knows what's gonna happen next!!

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    I'm afraid of myself the most,
    I'm afraid to try at all.

  • light_ofthe_heart 37w

    My Phobias

    What do I have phobia for?
    This i could view in four categories
    Without a second thought I would tell you lizard, snake, wall-gecko, etc
    Anything that has a tail falls under this category
    Next I have a phobia for heights and dark buildings
    Last but not the least, I am scared of humans, they can be evil a-times
    Finally, I have a phobia for words even though I am a lover of words.
    You will understand the final one only when you know how words can be twisted
    And used to hurt the heart and soul that cares.

  • monali03 37w

    ᵀʰᵉ ʸᵉˡˡᵒʷ ʳᵒˢᵉ
    ᴹᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ.
    ᵀʰᵉ ᵒˣʸᵍᵉⁿ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ
    ᴵⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ⁱⁿᵗᵒˡᵉʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ.
    ᴬˡˡ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ,
    ᴬⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃˢ
    ᴮⁱⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ,
    ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ
    ᴬⁿ ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ.

    ᴬˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᵉⁿᵉʳᵍⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ
    ᴬ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᶠʳᵉqᵘᵉⁿᶜʸ,
    ᵂⁱᵗʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿᵉʷ ᵈᵃʷⁿ.
    ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵈⁱˢᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ,
    ᶠᵃᵈᵉˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱⁿ ᵃⁱʳ.
    ᵀʰᵉ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ,
    ᴮᵘʳⁱᵉˢ ᵘˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵒᵇˡⁱᵛⁱᵒⁿ.

    ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏʸ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ᵐʸ ˢᶜᵃʳˢ.

    ᴬˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠˡᵒᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ,
    ᴵⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵉᵃʳʸ ˢᵏⁱⁿ,
    ᴰʳⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ,
    ᵂⁱᵗʰ ʰᵃˡᶠ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉˢ,
    ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘⁿ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵒᶜᵏᵉᵗ,
    ᴵ ᶠᵉᵃʳ,
    ᵀʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵒᶜᵃˡʸᵖˢᵉ.





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    My Prayers
    Like whiskers
    On a raindrop.



  • jud_ferrao 37w

    Losing I

    Aqua-phobia,water gentle
    yet ocean unfathomable.
    My greatest fear is of losing the real I .

    Ocean floor current,
    ego responsibility society,
    Storm earthquake tsunami

    Buoy as hope will I find,
    Will I swim across time
    in mighty troubled water,
    Tossed by waves will I drown or
    be washed ashore.

    On isle if I land flowing through the inlet
    if I reach the estuary,
    Love sympathy like sand will I find .
    brine will it wash away my identity.

    Will my eye still seek,
    Will my hand still reach,
    To hold that one hand
    Who hungers and thirsts
    For humanity.

  • arpan_sb 37w

    fear is the strongest demotivating feeling anyone can ask for.the more we pay heed,more stronger the fear becomes.fear needs to be faced with a brave heart.once fears see our cherished and blessed hearts,that day fear and phobias will be afraid of us.i have had many fears to be honest.when I was a little kid, I was afraid of the express trains passing before me in the station.i had phobia of horror movies,I had fear of the sea and snakes and the list goes on and on.so some people might say that if you have so many fears ,you must be a very weak person.i say not because bravery isn't the absence of fear but taking action inspite of the fears.one by one I defeated all my fears through my brave soul.hope everyone does it because the more brave you become,fear will be afraid of you and will leave you immediately

  • lady_witch 37w

    Few unconcerned
    Aspects of desire
    Sobbing to be felt
    In my bed side,

    I'm weaving
    My toughest
    Confiding my soul
    In abundance of reality,

    I'm afraid of
    losing myself
    For a heart
    That's hiccups to affection,

    My drift of existence
    In between full and empty
    Fascinating to inhale the love
    That's elevated for long,

    Perhaps, effigies of hope
    Illuminating to abjure
    Where I'm alacrity
    To be known and loved..


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    I'm lost in
    mist of love,
    Vitally priming
    fire in my breaths...

    (the phobia of losing
    someone you love.)

  • iku_mi 37w

    Within a myriad but am agoraphobic

  • samswan 37w

    Haphephobia: The fear of touching or being touched.


    What I fear
    is the touch of others' skin
    on my brown cloak.
    I avoid my tears
    and find solace in my shell,
    close my wings
    so no light could enter.
    I wish to inject anesthesia.

    My spirit burns
    under the sky of fingers searching me,
    producing currents
    further dismantling me
    into unrecognizable pieces.
    I search for fresh air
    to stretch my arms
    without touching yours.

    So Touch me NOT
    or else I get coiled in knots
    around my neck.
    Bereft of words and expressions
    my face gets all pale.
    Don't leave your prints on my land,
    talk from a distance
    I will greet you with a solitary smile.

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #wod #fear #phobia @virtually_real @barefoot #ceesreposts
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    Haphephobia - A phobia that involves the fear of touching or being touched.

    So touch me not
    or else I get coiled in knots
    around my neck.


  • karenallen284 37w

    At first, I feared I could never meet someone like you. But, you came along and showed me a world filled with colour. It was phenomenal, for all I'd known before was black and white. You taught me a new language, one that I'd never known existed, one that could only be spoken between us.

    I've never had a connection like this before. Naturally, I developed a phobia that one day you might leave. I fear that I will be left alone in a grey world, speaking a language no one else will care enough to understand.

  • baby_blueberry 39w


    Gestures so simple, seem more than the sun
    Each time I see your eyes, a new era has begun
    Never before could I feel this harsh warmth
    Older days of just your smile are gone
    Please stop this madness, it hurts too much
    Heart racing at a million miles a minute
    Over nothing more than a mere glance
    Begging gets me nowhere as I plead for freedom
    I need freedom from this odd feeling
    Attraction too strong to handle


  • mrspectacular 44w


    Jenny is always jittery behind the steering wheel imagining the worst case scenario whenever she gets behind the wheel. Some people believed it was her driving school instructor's fault that is to be blamed for this. She always imagines that some kid would run in front of her car and she would ram his or her little body to the ground like a card castle or a certain heavy duty vehicle would emerge from nowhere and have her run into it causing her some crazy injuries or worst still, death.
    She would always drive with full headlamps and hazard lights on while blaring her horn as she slowly drives through the street at twenty-kilometers per hour no matter how free the road is. Everyday, before she goes out, she would picture an accident and a very ghastly one at that then shiver a bit, pray on the steering wheel before she would start the vehicle to go on whatever journey she is to have on the day.
    A woman in her late 30s, she is doing fantastically well for herself as the Chief Executive Officer of Exotic Furnishings Plc. With over 60000 staff on her payroll, you would think she would worry less about her company, take paid vacations and live the expensive lifestyle. While she does take paid vacations and lives the expensive life, she never lets anyone handle the financial aspects of her company. They could bring the customers but no money would be paid in or withdrawn without her presence for a face-to-face approval.
    On a Tuesday night, she has just arrived from the office in one piece despite the attendant hullabaloo that she did see on the expressway on her trip back home from work. She has just one thing in mind, her sweet, cozy bed after a warm shower but that pleasure is denied her by a phone call from the office notifying her of a customer who is interested in making a bulk purchase that very night. According to her instructions to her staff, she is expected to shuttle back to the office to see to it that the money is paid in full and the transaction is carried out properly.
    'Who is calling me again?' she asks as she reaches into her bag for her phone. 'Hello...What is it again? Did I not just leave that place now?'
    'I am sorry ma but we have a customer here who wants to do a bulk purchase'
    'Hmm', she sighs from the aching of her body. 'Ok give me fifteen minutes and I'll be there. I repeat do not do anything until I get there. Is that clear?'
    'Yes ma. We will be expecting you'
    Once again, she imagines a terrific scenario. This time, of an 18-wheeler ramming her vehicle from the right side of the car. Seeing the picture vividly in her mind as she gets behind the steering wheel, she begins to reconsider going out again to the office by that time of the night. Her phone rings again. It is her staff calling to remind her just in case she has forgotten the customer was waiting,
    'Yes...Hello', she screams agitated
    'I'm sorry ma. The customer is still here and he is getting rather agitated', her staff replies calmly.
    'I'll be there shortly. Give me ten minutes', she tries to speak calmly.


  • palak_bansal 51w

    Attention Seeking.

    Talking about mental health is not attention seeking, looking for sympathy or feeling sorry for oneself. It's a necessity. The toughest part about overcoming mental health issues is having no body to talk to about it. It being considered a taboo.It so many times even costs life. And yet we belittle the ones talking about it as sympathy seekers! Yes we seek attention. Not for ourselves but for the issue of mental health. It's high time we start talking about it.


  • palak_bansal 51w

    I was One with the Universe.

    I am giving myself ten days. Ten days to find a reason to live. Till then, I'll swallow a poison pill each day. These pills will slowly suck the life out of me, making me sick at first and failing organ by organ, pushing me closer to death. Wondering, why such a slow and painful death? That's because only when one is closer to dying, the desire to live gets stronger. When stuck between life and death, death may seem more unbearable than life is.
    I wake up in the puddle of sweat every night. I have nightmares and, my own shadow scares me. Every attempt to get back into the bed fails because the voices in my head keep me awake. They keep repeating themselves like the chorus in a song. There's a needle pricking my chest, the walls feel like closing in on me. I sense that my soul's far more exhausted than my body. I and my existence seem unreal. Every object around me seems to be a hallucination. I wonder if the universe is real or a mere manifestation of my mind because it seems only as big as my thoughts. Probably the earth itself is merely a marble in the macro cosmos. The louder these voices get, the sweatier and lonelier I feel. Twenty-six years old yet, I can't stay alone because that's when these voices get the loudest. I want to turn them off all at once, but I have promised myself to die a little more.
    After taking the fourth poison pill, I go off to sleep. Yet another nightmare hits me like a sword. I fall off from the bed panting and choking. I put my shoes on, run outdoor, and get into my car. I drive swiftly to a destination unknown. It felt like nowhere on earth was enough air to fill my chest. I drove along the coastline and stopped only at dawn when my hands gave up and, I couldn't drive any further. On getting out, I see the morning sun in its full glory. I walk towards the sea, fighting against the waves hoping them to drown me and the voices in my head. But instead, I rose. I rose like a broken boat saved by the mighty wings of some sea bird. The sky was melting into the sea. The blue ink of silence dissolved in everything my eyes could behold. With no man, no land around, only my breath was what I heard. It came and went like the rhythm of the waves, the clouds, and the trees. At that moment, I was the one with the universe, no matter how tiny or insignificant. At that moment, I was alive.