Away From Here

Tiffany Aliano on Apr 5, 2009

Just a sad little poem I wrote last night.

Sad and incomplete

I sit here so discrete

Never happy or proud

Always alone in a crowd

Beaten and scorned

Tattered and torn

Waiting for this wasted day to finally end

Wish the dark were real and not pretend

It always comes and then goes

Why can’t I keep my eyes close?

Why can’t it just take me far away from here?

Beyond all this pain, suffering and fear

I could be nestled loosely in a heated fire

Then placed in a vase of whoever’s desire

Spread across oceans so wide and clear

Please just take me away from here.

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HatedNation on Apr 5, 2009
Incredibly written as usual, well done!
FlockOfWolves on Apr 5, 2009
The darkness can be real…

The Dead’s Own

Whoes?
Is that the tone of death?
Residual energy killing feelings,
Entraped in what’s left.
The colder my breath,
The stronger the hold on my flesh.
Wet down my soul, so I’m drentched;
Ready for the test.
Heat seekers, light sniffing, blitely obsessed.
Best of my efforts to reach to the depths.
Unlikely regrets;
Brighten my steps, so I glide to the next.
Bones, folded over.
Amplified feelings, and I’m but a stoner.
Vampires, witches; kids keep me soba.
Admire the realist, and flinch for the nova.
Coincidence in good luck, and a myth in the clover.
To keep your spirit up; be tough like an ogre.
To die all alone, alive, now a drone.
To get my head blown.
To be one of yours, tonight.
The dead’s own.

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OhSugar on Apr 13, 2009
The pain is very apparent here. I hope things get better. I know it is just a poem, right?

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