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Triauna Hall Poems
It creeps and crawls Right up my bedroom wall It's fast and quick It's creepy and slick
Day And Night Collided
When day met night Everything felt right Day awakes and starts new lives Night sleeps but it's still alive
Sometimes I wonder, am I really wanted? Do people really like me? Or am I just a disappointment? Now I feel so stupid, to think people actually like me. It's funny; I feel the same vibe from my own family.
The Phone Call
I’m back at it again, only this time I thought I should bring friends. We’re working on some plans, determining who’s going to be first in our hands. We’re preparing your stay; I’ll let you know when we’re on our way. You should be happy with your room, then again we wouldn’t care. Um, we will be leaving soon, you’ll know once we are there.
I Hate That I Hate
I hate the way you treat me I hate that everything is how you want it to be I hate all your lies and silly games I hate how you make them all the same
Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death We get closer to it, every time we take a breath Life is special but death brings peace Life brings reality and things you believe
I'm planning your fate right as I speak I want a souvenir, something nice I can keep Don't worry, we will never forget you But right now, I'm planning something for you
You have to climb to reach the top. Got to keep going, don't ever stop Don't looks down or you may fall. Don't let them stop you, break through them all Always keep going, get as high as you can. Don't let go, drown in quicksand Don't let a broken leg ever stop you. Once you reach the top, It'll be good as new
Do You Hate Me, Sis?
Do you hate me? Did I do something wrong? Do you love me? Why don't we get along? What is the problem? Is the problem me? Would things get better? If I just leave?
Love isn’t… Love isn’t always love letters and love notes Love isn’t just love poems and love quotes Love isn’t always at first sight
I’m just so tired The burning desire in my heart is on fire It burns higher to my throat like a vampire
Why do we act this way?
Why do we act this way? That's us doing what we want and saying what we say Why do we treat each other like dirt? We treat each other badly and don't care who's hurt
Forgive me, for I have sinned I apologize, I let the devil win It won't happen, not ever again Don't leave me, be forever my friend
Death is a permanent absence in life It’s the moment we completely lose it Death is something we usually have to fight It’s something that never tends to ever quit
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It creeps and crawls
Right up my bedroom wall
It's fast and quick
It's creepy and slick
Most people are scared
That it will fall in their hair
Some will go for the kill
Take away its breathing will
Its blood begins to spill
We don't care how it feels
It builds its own home
It only works alone
It catches its prey
They never get away
When their spotted, they like to hide
When we find them, we take away their pride
When their threaten, they begin to attack
Then we run and don't look back
Too bad, it's too late, cause of their venomous ...