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Sunday, August 1, 2004
That night
Mood:  caffeinated
That night


He always told her,

how much he cared.

He always spoiled her,

with all those material things.


He promised he'd never hurt her,

in any way possible

He always protected her,

from everything else.


Until one day.


They talked about splitting up,

that she was not happy.

He wanted her to stay,

and made that quite clear.


But she insisted that she wanted to leave,

he told her she couldn't.

To prove his point,

he grabbed her by the hair.


He then hit her three times,

or so she thought.

Once the blood started dripping down her side,

she instantly knew different.


The terror of it all,

settled into her instantly.

Fearing she was going to die at his hands,

was the only thing on her mind.


Escaping death in any way she could,

which meant running as fast as she could.

While running away, she looks back,

only to find him following her.


There was only one thing she could muster to say,

once she was inside safe and sound.

She repeated these words endlessly,

"if he finds me, he'll kill me".


So every day since,

she lives her life in fear.

What if he gets out,

will she ever feel safe again?


Arieona McKune

Written by Arieona McKune at 3:51 PM PDT
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Haunted
Mood:  caffeinated
Haunted


The scars that are left behind,

some are noticeable and blatant.

But yet others,

are unnoticable to the naked eye.


The bruises and scars,

are a constant reminder,

to a horrible past,

that would be best forgotten.


But the invisible scars,

creep out of nowhere,

and leaves you in uncontrollable tears,

that terror and panic have caused.


With each glance,

that night haunts you.

With each memory,

the fear returns.


The nightmares every night,

wake you with utter terror and shear panic.

The "what ifs" that plague your mind daily,

leave you exhausted and depressed.


Reliving the memories,

retelling the story.

The endless sleepness nights,

the endlessly exhaustive days.


Arieona R. McKune

Written by Arieona McKune at 3:49 PM PDT
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In one slight instant
Mood:  caffeinated
In one slight instant


The ties that bind,

cut loose with three distinct wounds.

The trus that was built,

left broken and bleeding.


The promises that were once spoken,

now broken in pieces, shed mixed in with the tears.

The love that was abundant,

now replaced with only hurt and anger.


The admiration and respect once earned,

now only sees fear and hate.

The face that once brought smiles,

now causes only fear and dismay.


And of course,

last but not least.

The hands that once was used to reach out to me in comfort,

now only reaches out to harm me once again.


Arieona R. McKune

Written by Arieona McKune at 3:47 PM PDT
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I am sorry!
Mood:  caffeinated
I am sorry

Your smile,
your words,
your intensity,
and your kindness,
has given me a new leash on life.

But now that I am ready to live my life,
you're being taken away from me,
the person to whom I owe my life to,
can no longer share in my dreams and in my laughter,
for you have only shared in my tears so far.

You mean the world to me,
this new friend of mine,
to which I owe my future to,
to whom I was able to entrust my deepest feelings to...
is bieng pushed away.

But to who's fault does this lie?
Mine none-the-less,
my thoughtlessness,
my neediness has caused this disarray,
in my life as well as yours.

A simple apology will not do,
for what we have shared is more than that,
those simple words,
those simple gestures were more than face value,
they came from my heart.

Now those gestrues are being swept away,
as the love and happiness seeps out,
with my tears and the darkness that is being let in,
I feel as though my heart is dying deep inside my chest,
to lie there and die cold and alone.

This new sense of helplessnessand hopelessness,
finds it way into every crevice of my mind and body,
to take over what is left behind,
to wither away and die,
alone, scared, and saddened.

Please forgive me my friend,
for I brought this upon myself,
you did nothing to deserve,
what I have bestowed upon your shoulders,
and I must aplogize for that.
I am sorry my friend...

Arieona R. McKune
1-20-2000

This is dedicated to my best friend, Sarah, and my new found friend, Chris. Both short lived friendships, but both have found a special place in my heart, forever.

Written by Arieona McKune at 1:43 PM PDT
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Is this love?
Mood:  caffeinated
Is this love?

When you would hold me so close to your heart,
I felt as if all in the world was right.

You would brush away my tears,
with such gentleness.

You filled my heart with such hope and joy,
that I felt I could over come anything.

But now you are so far away,
and I miss those precious moments.

It seems now,
we are worlds apart.

Hold me just one more time,
and let me know this is love.

Tell me you love me,
if you truly do.

Take me in your arms,
and hold me tight.

Never let me go,
just hold me forever.

I know in my heart,
I am in love with you.

The words may not come,
as I wish they would.

The love in my heart I feel,
may not surface as much as I wish it would.

But none the less,
I love you with all my heart.

I want you to be my friend,
I want you to be my lover.

I want you to be my soul-mate,
I want you.

Arieona R. McKune
10-15-2000

Written by Arieona McKune at 1:41 PM PDT
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Stranded
Mood:  caffeinated
Stranded

Please don't leave me here stranded,
and confused.

I am stranded,
not knowing which way to turn.

I am so helpless,
here without you.

I need you so badly,
to hold me next to your heart.

I want you to show me the love I deserve,
and the affection I need.

I am stranded,
not understanding where this is leading.

I need you in my life,
and I want you in my heart.

Don't you see,
your the person who keeps me here.

The person I live for,
and the one I love.

Friends and lovers,
is what we could be.

Do you want me in your life,
as badly as I want you I mine?

Don't leave me stranded here alone,
without your love and your smile.

Don't leave me stranded,
stranded.

Arieona R. McKune

Written by Arieona McKune at 1:37 PM PDT
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What's in my heart
Mood:  caffeinated
What's in your heart?

You tell me you love me,
then turn around and hate me.

I know in my heart,
you resent me.

I know I am holding you back,
from the life you want.

I know you care about me,
but I don't know if you love me.

I have expressed to you,
my feelings and desires.

I have told you,
of my dreams and of my needs.

I feel as if we are now only roomate,
who can't stand each other.

Like we can't find anything to talk about,
and that we can't even reside in the same room.

I just wish you would tell me,
what your heart is telling you.

Mine is saying I love you,
but I can't be with you.

What is your's telling you,
what does your heart tell you deep inside?

Arieona R. McKune
10-15-2000

Written by Arieona McKune at 1:34 PM PDT
Updated: Sunday, August 1, 2004 1:39 PM PDT
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