<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:23:00.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-1156630334170222623</id><published>2007-02-08T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:41:31.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masked</title><content type='html'>Today I am fine,&lt;br /&gt;Time on my side.&lt;br /&gt;Family not fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Bullies not bothering.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am not here,&lt;br /&gt;I am away.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in paradise,&lt;br /&gt;While my soul id in eternal sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;I masked myself,&lt;br /&gt;It's a floral scent,&lt;br /&gt;Over top of a sweaty odor.&lt;br /&gt;My stones are now diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;It all is fake.&lt;br /&gt;The masks I make,&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't fall,&lt;br /&gt;Fall into your hole of deceit.&lt;br /&gt;Hole of hate,&lt;br /&gt;Hole of never ending nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Masked so that you do not see,&lt;br /&gt;What really bothers me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-1156630334170222623?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1156630334170222623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=1156630334170222623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1156630334170222623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1156630334170222623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/masked.html' title='Masked'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-9082523701036954501</id><published>2007-02-08T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:38:35.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pain</title><content type='html'>Can't you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;The tortured death,&lt;br /&gt;Calmed by the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you live my life?&lt;br /&gt;Cursed in Hell,&lt;br /&gt;All my strike.&lt;br /&gt;Must you deny my beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the world,&lt;br /&gt;Or it'll fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you play my game?&lt;br /&gt;Feed your greed,&lt;br /&gt;And fill your grave.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;Harsh and cruel,&lt;br /&gt;Long and inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-9082523701036954501?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9082523701036954501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=9082523701036954501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/9082523701036954501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/9082523701036954501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-pain.html' title='My Pain'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-8330992275722286024</id><published>2007-02-08T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:36:28.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greedy Graves</title><content type='html'>Down the street lie the bodies,&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of them, dead and rotting.&lt;br /&gt;Carved in stone, each their name,&lt;br /&gt;Buried in wood, six feet below.&lt;br /&gt;Their ghosts still parade though,&lt;br /&gt;But with no escape from the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday another one is added,&lt;br /&gt;The graves dug so far down.&lt;br /&gt;Each hole awaiting its feeding,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for another death.&lt;br /&gt;No one can escape from it,&lt;br /&gt;We're all going there... dead.&lt;br /&gt;And the cemetery knows it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the devil of bodies.&lt;br /&gt;It owns you when you die,&lt;br /&gt;Putting you into one of its greedy graves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-8330992275722286024?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8330992275722286024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=8330992275722286024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8330992275722286024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8330992275722286024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/greedy-graves.html' title='Greedy Graves'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-4016346602077995871</id><published>2007-02-08T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:20:54.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Drink</title><content type='html'>Emotional pain,&lt;br /&gt;Controlling again.&lt;br /&gt;Hit with a cane,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain.&lt;br /&gt;Overcome your fear,&lt;br /&gt;Pop  open a beer.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the deer,&lt;br /&gt;Can't shift gear.&lt;br /&gt;Crushing metal,&lt;br /&gt;Foot to the pedal.&lt;br /&gt;No hero medal,&lt;br /&gt;Dried rose petal.&lt;br /&gt;Bloodstained seat,&lt;br /&gt;Can feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Smell defeat.&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Won't it start?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes just dart,&lt;br /&gt;No left cart.&lt;br /&gt;One black hole,&lt;br /&gt;Life lost whole.&lt;br /&gt;Gravestone pole,&lt;br /&gt;Paid the tole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-4016346602077995871?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4016346602077995871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=4016346602077995871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/4016346602077995871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/4016346602077995871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-drink.html' title='The Last Drink'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-8436452488307598010</id><published>2007-02-08T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:02:20.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessions</title><content type='html'>Look at this world,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me purple flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Or green trees.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me all of the beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me good.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know,&lt;br /&gt;What I can't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-8436452488307598010?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8436452488307598010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=8436452488307598010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8436452488307598010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8436452488307598010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/possessions.html' title='Possessions'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-7159692068523313330</id><published>2007-02-08T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:55:26.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortured Genius</title><content type='html'>When day light falls into the dark,&lt;br /&gt;And death creeps from behind its perch,&lt;br /&gt;When paths of green grow brown with decay,&lt;br /&gt;And lives full of love fall into hate.&lt;br /&gt;When days of fury grow red with pain,&lt;br /&gt;And things run away from that which they are scared,&lt;br /&gt;When night brings fears of boogie men,&lt;br /&gt;And creatures of night.&lt;br /&gt;When the fear we fear is the fear of all fears,&lt;br /&gt;The fear of death,&lt;br /&gt;The fear of devastation,&lt;br /&gt;The fear of nevermore,&lt;br /&gt;The fear of ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-7159692068523313330?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7159692068523313330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=7159692068523313330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7159692068523313330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7159692068523313330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/tortured-genius.html' title='Tortured Genius'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-8377128767069218162</id><published>2007-02-08T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:53:31.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>When you look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss your lips,&lt;br /&gt;What do you taste?&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;What do yo think?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-8377128767069218162?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8377128767069218162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=8377128767069218162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8377128767069218162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8377128767069218162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-519597746305138659</id><published>2007-02-08T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:47:27.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Gone</title><content type='html'>I was mislead,&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up in the head.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were mine,&lt;br /&gt;You were so fine.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Turns out you were long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wait for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When I get to say,&lt;br /&gt;That you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;But I find myself,&lt;br /&gt;Buried under a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;I fear the worst will come,&lt;br /&gt;Our relationships done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shelf that holds me down,&lt;br /&gt;Holds pound by pound,&lt;br /&gt;All of my troubles on it.&lt;br /&gt;All of the shit,&lt;br /&gt;That has fucked me up.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me buried,&lt;br /&gt;Always hurried,&lt;br /&gt;To get out of the way,&lt;br /&gt;Of what my voices say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wait for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When I get to say,&lt;br /&gt;That you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;But I find myself,&lt;br /&gt;Buried under a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;The worst will come,&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so close to death,&lt;br /&gt;Since the day you left.&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuck in a hole,&lt;br /&gt;Marked by a pole.&lt;br /&gt;A pole with a sign,&lt;br /&gt;Etched with a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wait for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When I get to say,&lt;br /&gt;That you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;Bit I find myself,&lt;br /&gt;Buried under a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;The worst has come,&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship done.&lt;br /&gt;And you're gone!&lt;br /&gt;You're gone!&lt;br /&gt;You're ... gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-519597746305138659?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/519597746305138659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=519597746305138659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/519597746305138659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/519597746305138659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/youre-gone.html' title='You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-2914255126506711710</id><published>2007-02-08T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:39:34.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Cares, No One Cares</title><content type='html'>Soul, she's lost her soul.&lt;br /&gt;She's lost her friends,&lt;br /&gt;Lost her family.&lt;br /&gt;They've all gone away,&lt;br /&gt;Left her here alone.&lt;br /&gt;For so damn long,&lt;br /&gt;She struggles,&lt;br /&gt;Alone, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;No one to help her out,&lt;br /&gt;No advice could be given.&lt;br /&gt;By herself, she cried at night,&lt;br /&gt;By herself, she cut her wrist at night.&lt;br /&gt;By herself, she bleeds to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes, she is awake.&lt;br /&gt;Her bloodied wrist hard and caked.&lt;br /&gt;All alone she changes the sheets,&lt;br /&gt;All alone she stands and weeps.&lt;br /&gt;All alone, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;No one calls the telephone,&lt;br /&gt;No one home, no one home.&lt;br /&gt;No one rings or knocks at the door.&lt;br /&gt;No one there, no one there.&lt;br /&gt;She lights a smoke,&lt;br /&gt;All alone, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;"Why does no one care?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they care?&lt;br /&gt;Who would dare?&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;I know, not me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a freak,&lt;br /&gt;And no one cares!&lt;br /&gt;Well, fuck them all,&lt;br /&gt;No one cares!&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill myself,&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;Buy a gun cause no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;No one cares cause no on cares."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-2914255126506711710?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2914255126506711710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=2914255126506711710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2914255126506711710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2914255126506711710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-one-cares-no-one-cares.html' title='No One Cares, No One Cares'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-7085225440078405995</id><published>2007-02-08T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:06:50.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope's Still Waiting</title><content type='html'>It's dark outside,&lt;br /&gt;But the sun is rising.&lt;br /&gt;The grass is brown,&lt;br /&gt;But springtime's coming.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold right now,&lt;br /&gt;But it's almost noon.&lt;br /&gt;The world's asleep,&lt;br /&gt;But it's still early.&lt;br /&gt;It's foggy out,&lt;br /&gt;But it's still fading.&lt;br /&gt;Your life's so hard,&lt;br /&gt;But hope's still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;This poem's over,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-7085225440078405995?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7085225440078405995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=7085225440078405995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7085225440078405995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7085225440078405995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/hopes-still-waiting.html' title='Hope&apos;s Still Waiting'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-2190772860080848035</id><published>2007-02-06T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:06:51.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead End Road</title><content type='html'>Every day I watch you cross that street,&lt;br /&gt;You make the same moves day after day.&lt;br /&gt;To where you're walking, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;The street you travel is a dead end road,&lt;br /&gt;But you continue to walk that ending road,&lt;br /&gt;As if it's a place to go.&lt;br /&gt;One day I will ask of you,&lt;br /&gt;"Where is it that you go my friend?"&lt;br /&gt;And you will answer,&lt;br /&gt;"I go to wonder how it ends,&lt;br /&gt;When there's so many places it can lead."&lt;br /&gt;And from then on I will know,&lt;br /&gt;That none of my paths are dead end roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-2190772860080848035?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2190772860080848035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=2190772860080848035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2190772860080848035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2190772860080848035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/dead-end-road.html' title='Dead End Road'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-7415351564468316368</id><published>2007-02-06T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:03:49.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Life</title><content type='html'>What a feeling it is to live,&lt;br /&gt;And never worry about how to give.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonder to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;And never return your heart.&lt;br /&gt;What a delight it is to breath,&lt;br /&gt;And never care if you save the trees.&lt;br /&gt;What a great statement you make,&lt;br /&gt;And yet you say nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;What a sight it is to see your face,&lt;br /&gt;And quickly turn to see no more.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful song you write,&lt;br /&gt;And teach us your unknowing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;What a better place this would be,&lt;br /&gt;And to live, if your mind knew what really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-7415351564468316368?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7415351564468316368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=7415351564468316368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7415351564468316368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7415351564468316368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-life.html' title='What a Life'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-5134431517610092786</id><published>2007-02-06T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:44:18.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Those Who Torture</title><content type='html'>Why do I have no mind?&lt;br /&gt;(You do have a mind you just have to find!)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have no heart?&lt;br /&gt;(You do have a heart from which you'll never part!)&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;(Because they force you!)&lt;br /&gt;They who?&lt;br /&gt;(You know who!)&lt;br /&gt;The monsters I call my peers?&lt;br /&gt;(The ones whose words are always near!)&lt;br /&gt;Then how do I ignore them?&lt;br /&gt;(You already know how!)&lt;br /&gt;But what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;(You do what's best for you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-5134431517610092786?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5134431517610092786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=5134431517610092786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/5134431517610092786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/5134431517610092786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-those-who-torture.html' title='Of Those Who Torture'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-1102345165043626167</id><published>2007-02-06T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:42:07.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Inside</title><content type='html'>Why is it that you do not see me?&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you ignore me so?&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to be good to you.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you take no notice of me?&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard...&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;br /&gt;Could the reason be?&lt;br /&gt;Have I been ignoring myself?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that the truth is I am dead?&lt;br /&gt;That is it.&lt;br /&gt;The answer I search for.&lt;br /&gt;The answer is that I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;Dead inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-1102345165043626167?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1102345165043626167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=1102345165043626167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1102345165043626167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1102345165043626167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/dead-inside.html' title='Dead Inside'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-5627074898948710886</id><published>2007-02-06T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:38:41.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogged Up</title><content type='html'>My heart dies,&lt;br /&gt;Old man cries.&lt;br /&gt;Life I hate,&lt;br /&gt;But feelings great.&lt;br /&gt;Vicious souls,&lt;br /&gt;Burning holes.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes shut,&lt;br /&gt;Safety hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore this pain that I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand, this ain't real.&lt;br /&gt;World of hate,  go away,&lt;br /&gt;Man this sucks, here stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see with the pain inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breath with the lungs that aren't free.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think with brain lost at sea.&lt;br /&gt;I can't see with the pain inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think,&lt;br /&gt;The lost link.&lt;br /&gt;I'm brain dead,&lt;br /&gt;In the head.&lt;br /&gt;Carry through,&lt;br /&gt;Onto you.&lt;br /&gt;child worn,&lt;br /&gt;A still-born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-5627074898948710886?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5627074898948710886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=5627074898948710886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/5627074898948710886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/5627074898948710886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/fogged-up.html' title='Fogged Up'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-4655907085856937606</id><published>2007-02-06T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:33:06.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Chosen Path</title><content type='html'>Die you cup,&lt;br /&gt;It's set in stone.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is up,&lt;br /&gt;You're not your own.&lt;br /&gt;From the wrath,&lt;br /&gt;The end is near.&lt;br /&gt;Your chosen path,&lt;br /&gt;Has brought you here.&lt;br /&gt;Don't pray to God,&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;Deaths powerful rods,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see the hoarse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-4655907085856937606?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4655907085856937606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=4655907085856937606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/4655907085856937606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/4655907085856937606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-chosen-path.html' title='Your Chosen Path'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-6266565564506202171</id><published>2007-02-06T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:31:37.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Flurries</title><content type='html'>Whisper what you feel you know,&lt;br /&gt;No more will they understand,&lt;br /&gt;What goes on when you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;Cry your shallow dreams away,&lt;br /&gt;You have no more use for them.&lt;br /&gt;They've dried out your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool to the touch,&lt;br /&gt;Feel that blue jazz.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy nothing that comes to mind,&lt;br /&gt;Only what they've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell us of life and love,&lt;br /&gt;But your love has no passion,&lt;br /&gt;And your life lacks of love.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the presence of it,&lt;br /&gt;Of the empty soul bursts.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the fire burn out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-6266565564506202171?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6266565564506202171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=6266565564506202171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/6266565564506202171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/6266565564506202171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/smoke-flurries.html' title='Smoke Flurries'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-298904664607522248</id><published>2007-02-06T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:28:06.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forecasts</title><content type='html'>Pouring rain on the forecast again,&lt;br /&gt;Thunder, lightning, and hard winds.&lt;br /&gt;Tornado warning to the east,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing up all there is.&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake to the west,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up the fragile buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami from the south,&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the shore.&lt;br /&gt;And tears from my aching heart,&lt;br /&gt;That can take no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forecast stays the same inside my brain,&lt;br /&gt;For many years it's gone unshattered.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday my heart's been battered,&lt;br /&gt;Each week nothing else mattered.&lt;br /&gt;But one day the forecast will read,&lt;br /&gt;"Bright and sunny, no rain, no tears,&lt;br /&gt;Clear of any unwanted fears."&lt;br /&gt;And on that day when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;I will remember those years&lt;br /&gt;Of cloudy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouring rain on the forecast again,&lt;br /&gt;Thunder, lightning, and hard winds.&lt;br /&gt;Tornado warning to the east,&lt;br /&gt;Threatening all that is.&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake to the west,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing down the abandoned buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami coming from the south,&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the sandy shore.&lt;br /&gt;And tears from my dried up eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That just can't cry for me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-298904664607522248?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/298904664607522248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=298904664607522248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/298904664607522248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/298904664607522248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/forecasts.html' title='Forecasts'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-4320083986855408464</id><published>2007-02-06T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:23:16.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>If you look you won't always see,&lt;br /&gt;What you think is right in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;Is so clearly invisible to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You don't see that life is not death,&lt;br /&gt;Life is not gloom, or misery,&lt;br /&gt;Life is not what your believe it to be.&lt;br /&gt;It is not waste or unfair,&lt;br /&gt;It is not worthless or without care.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes see not what truly is,&lt;br /&gt;They see not the beauty of all.&lt;br /&gt;They see not,&lt;br /&gt;For your eyes have been blinded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-4320083986855408464?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4320083986855408464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=4320083986855408464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/4320083986855408464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/4320083986855408464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-eyes.html' title='Your Eyes'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-474753860193869294</id><published>2007-02-06T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:20:35.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear No More</title><content type='html'>The sky is filled with Evermore,&lt;br /&gt;Hot dust of fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Cold with eerie passing.&lt;br /&gt;Wind warming your soul,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing on the wet rain,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing through the air.&lt;br /&gt;This here is that where,&lt;br /&gt;Speak no more breaths,&lt;br /&gt;It is time for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm you mind,&lt;br /&gt;Ease your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Feel no more,&lt;br /&gt;Just the peace from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land is covered with it all,&lt;br /&gt;Mustn't see anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You ears shall open, eyes shut.&lt;br /&gt;Can't see what you hear.&lt;br /&gt;Old with stench,&lt;br /&gt;New with ending.&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting dare is in you.&lt;br /&gt;We know you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;No passion can be masked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Ease your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Feel no more,&lt;br /&gt;Just the love of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song drags on more for you,&lt;br /&gt;The end so far now.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the smoke rising,&lt;br /&gt;Smell the ongoing fire,&lt;br /&gt;See the cracking surface.&lt;br /&gt;Only that which is,&lt;br /&gt;Never really happens.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on small one,&lt;br /&gt;Evermore has gone form here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Ease your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Feel no more,&lt;br /&gt;Just escape the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-474753860193869294?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/474753860193869294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=474753860193869294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/474753860193869294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/474753860193869294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/fear-no-more.html' title='Fear No More'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-610190390980119676</id><published>2007-02-05T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:14:23.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Flight</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in everyones life,&lt;br /&gt;When you just can't fight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When even though it's day outside,&lt;br /&gt;Your world is always dark and cold.&lt;br /&gt;And every day and  week that pass,&lt;br /&gt;Is just a day closer to death.&lt;br /&gt;And every breath that you take,&lt;br /&gt;Is getting harder and harder to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't take anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Your limbs are getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day you're thinking more and mroe,&lt;br /&gt;Of hoe and when you're gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;And all of those pills you take,&lt;br /&gt;Just can't save your life no more.&lt;br /&gt;Your family has left you here,&lt;br /&gt;All alone and crying every night.&lt;br /&gt;All that you have left is a&lt;br /&gt;Plot at the local cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face is getting cold,&lt;br /&gt;Your body's too damn old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-610190390980119676?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/610190390980119676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=610190390980119676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/610190390980119676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/610190390980119676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-flight.html' title='Last Flight'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-1699695776231117696</id><published>2007-02-05T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:52:26.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Roads</title><content type='html'>Driving fast,&lt;br /&gt;Almost crashed.&lt;br /&gt;Won't slow down,&lt;br /&gt;Can only drown.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never last,&lt;br /&gt;Life is the past.&lt;br /&gt;Alway frown,&lt;br /&gt;Tarnished crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's growing so quick,&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time to smoke a cig.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I know is no longer what it was..&lt;br /&gt;Friendships that were so close are now far apart.&lt;br /&gt;People that I use to know are totally different now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe anything that they say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've been reborn into something weird.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I had the map of life,&lt;br /&gt;To show me what roads to take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving fast,&lt;br /&gt;About to crash.&lt;br /&gt;Won't slow down,&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon drown.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never last,&lt;br /&gt;Life is the past.&lt;br /&gt;Always frown.&lt;br /&gt;Tarnished crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a left down the wrong street again.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lost, can't find my way back home.&lt;br /&gt;All I see are strange faces, unknown places.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Anything that I think is right,&lt;br /&gt;Turns out to be untrue.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do to bring me back,&lt;br /&gt;To what I thought I knew.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the wrong road,&lt;br /&gt;Loosing myself at every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving fast,&lt;br /&gt;Already crashed.&lt;br /&gt;Won't stop now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving, how?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never last,&lt;br /&gt;Life is the past.&lt;br /&gt;Always frowned,&lt;br /&gt;Tarnished crown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-1699695776231117696?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1699695776231117696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=1699695776231117696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1699695776231117696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1699695776231117696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/wrong-roads.html' title='Wrong Roads'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-8091379361886266929</id><published>2007-02-05T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:48:55.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Her father beat her every night,&lt;br /&gt;Momma didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Her uncle raper her every time,&lt;br /&gt;She went over there.&lt;br /&gt;Her aunt yelled at her for every thing,&lt;br /&gt;Cousins beat her up.&lt;br /&gt;Even her own brother,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated this world,&lt;br /&gt;So she threw her life away.&lt;br /&gt;With the knife that she twirled,&lt;br /&gt;She went away.&lt;br /&gt;She lived her life in pain,&lt;br /&gt;That's why she wouldn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;She had nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at school he was ignored,&lt;br /&gt;They all hated her.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone picked on her,&lt;br /&gt;When they got bored.&lt;br /&gt;Overweight and too uncool,&lt;br /&gt;No one liked her much.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the principal,&lt;br /&gt;Tried to show he cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated this world,&lt;br /&gt;So she threw her life away.&lt;br /&gt;With the knife she twirled,&lt;br /&gt;She went away.&lt;br /&gt;She lived her life in pain,&lt;br /&gt;That's why she wouldn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;She had nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day she told everyone,&lt;br /&gt;They could go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Thought it'd all be well.&lt;br /&gt;So she took a steak knife from a drawer,&lt;br /&gt;And put it to her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Her life was no more,&lt;br /&gt;With that final twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated this world,&lt;br /&gt;So she threw her life away.&lt;br /&gt;With the knife that she twirled,&lt;br /&gt;She went away.&lt;br /&gt;She lived her life in pain,&lt;br /&gt;That's why she wouldn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;She had nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated this world,&lt;br /&gt;So she threw her life away.&lt;br /&gt;With the knife that she twirled,&lt;br /&gt;She went away.&lt;br /&gt;She lived her life in pain,&lt;br /&gt;That's why she wouldn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;She had nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father beat her every night,&lt;br /&gt;Momma didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Her uncle raper her every time,&lt;br /&gt;She went over there.&lt;br /&gt;Her aunt yelled at her for everything,&lt;br /&gt;Cousins beat her up.&lt;br /&gt;Even her own brother,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't give a fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-8091379361886266929?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8091379361886266929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=8091379361886266929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8091379361886266929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8091379361886266929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-2638403348410053484</id><published>2007-02-05T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:39:11.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Like the Birds</title><content type='html'>Girl I know that your life is rough,&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta try to stay tough.&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the goods things that you've got,&lt;br /&gt;Even though there may not be a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here for you, to&lt;br /&gt;Support all the things that I'll  do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say,&lt;br /&gt;Is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;All that I know,&lt;br /&gt;Is I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please hold on,&lt;br /&gt;To these words.&lt;br /&gt;You will go on,&lt;br /&gt;Fly like the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened that made you hate this world?&lt;br /&gt;What could have made your anger unfurled?&lt;br /&gt;What did they do to hurt you so?&lt;br /&gt;That made you wanna leave, just go?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would stay here with me,&lt;br /&gt;Ad you would never have to flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say,&lt;br /&gt;Is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;All that I know,&lt;br /&gt;Is I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please hold on,&lt;br /&gt;To these words.&lt;br /&gt;You will go on,&lt;br /&gt;Fly like the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me by myself,&lt;br /&gt;It'll make me feel like I'm living in hell.&lt;br /&gt;I need you right here by my side,&lt;br /&gt;And to all your wishes I will abide.&lt;br /&gt;If I lose you I will die,&lt;br /&gt;And all I'll do forever is cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say,&lt;br /&gt;Is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;All that I know,&lt;br /&gt;Is I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please hold on,&lt;br /&gt;To these words.&lt;br /&gt;You will go on,&lt;br /&gt;Fly like the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hold on,&lt;br /&gt;To these words.&lt;br /&gt;You will go on,&lt;br /&gt;Fly like the birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-2638403348410053484?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2638403348410053484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=2638403348410053484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2638403348410053484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2638403348410053484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/fly-like-birds.html' title='Fly Like the Birds'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-4375832783701655348</id><published>2007-02-05T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:33:17.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of You</title><content type='html'>My life's falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Love me with your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And not a closed door.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucked into a black hole,&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;I have only one goal,&lt;br /&gt;To be rid of my doubt.&lt;br /&gt;If I could just end it all,&lt;br /&gt;Then it would be great.&lt;br /&gt;Or if I could put up a wall,&lt;br /&gt;That'll block me from your hate.&lt;br /&gt;My world's full of pain,&lt;br /&gt;All because of your foolish games.&lt;br /&gt;What have I to gain,&lt;br /&gt;When all you call me are names?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a stain on my heart, permanent,&lt;br /&gt;You pound on me night and day.&lt;br /&gt;Acting like you're so damn dominant,&lt;br /&gt;You've turned my life so gray.&lt;br /&gt;So gray, my colour starting to fade,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like my heart is thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had a single blade,&lt;br /&gt;I could end it all today.&lt;br /&gt;Just one blade and you'll be rid of me,&lt;br /&gt;Just one blade and I'm gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;Myself you'll never have to see,&lt;br /&gt;And, for you, I'll breathe never.&lt;br /&gt;Am I as big a problem as you make me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I that bad?&lt;br /&gt;How can it be,&lt;br /&gt;That you can make me so sad?&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I hang my head.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I can't heal my wound.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I wish I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I welcome my tomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-4375832783701655348?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4375832783701655348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=4375832783701655348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/4375832783701655348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/4375832783701655348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/because-of-you.html' title='Because of You'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-3486082502416926717</id><published>2007-02-05T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:27:24.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Bulbs</title><content type='html'>Click click,&lt;br /&gt;Like a switch,&lt;br /&gt;I turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;The light of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Has been unplugged.&lt;br /&gt;My rooms are dark,&lt;br /&gt;Can't see my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Far from view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all you've put me through,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life is new.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand that mirror in the hall,&lt;br /&gt;Lined up on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand any more,&lt;br /&gt;Anymore of your shit, of your hate,&lt;br /&gt;Your dying will to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I flick the switch,&lt;br /&gt;To my light bulb,&lt;br /&gt;And say good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;My final wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-3486082502416926717?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3486082502416926717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=3486082502416926717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/3486082502416926717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/3486082502416926717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/light-bulbs.html' title='Light Bulbs'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-2720641501596405703</id><published>2007-02-05T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:25:13.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See Me</title><content type='html'>What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what is real?&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the real me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever see?&lt;br /&gt;See me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever see me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even look at me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-2720641501596405703?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2720641501596405703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=2720641501596405703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2720641501596405703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2720641501596405703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/see-me.html' title='See Me'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-7337128797879310487</id><published>2007-02-05T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:21:51.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is life,&lt;br /&gt;Such a nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;A cutting knife,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my hair?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I,&lt;br /&gt;Get past the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Past each sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Over the pouring rain?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you,&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so?&lt;br /&gt;Make me blue,&lt;br /&gt;Want me to go?&lt;br /&gt;What has to be done,&lt;br /&gt;To make me happy again?&lt;br /&gt;To make life fun,&lt;br /&gt;To make this joyful pen?&lt;br /&gt;How can I fix,&lt;br /&gt;My messed up life?&lt;br /&gt;And broken sticks,&lt;br /&gt;And hateful strife?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-7337128797879310487?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7337128797879310487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=7337128797879310487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7337128797879310487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7337128797879310487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-2953706209937127170</id><published>2007-02-05T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:19:13.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Inside the silence tortures me,&lt;br /&gt;For there isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;The silence is loud.&lt;br /&gt;It comes as a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;It beats in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;And is always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the silence soothes me,&lt;br /&gt;But there isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't silence,&lt;br /&gt;But noise in quiet violence.&lt;br /&gt;The cars, the birds, the wind,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one isn't like the other.&lt;br /&gt;Outside is a soothing mother.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the silence tortures me,&lt;br /&gt;Outside the silence soothes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-2953706209937127170?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2953706209937127170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=2953706209937127170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2953706209937127170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2953706209937127170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-8007797152913316974</id><published>2007-02-05T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:16:15.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Loneliness,</title><content type='html'>You stand there and watch,&lt;br /&gt;As I tear myself apart.&lt;br /&gt;You stand there and laugh,&lt;br /&gt;As I rip my insides out.&lt;br /&gt;You stand there and scream,&lt;br /&gt;As I cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;You stand there and grin,&lt;br /&gt;As I put myself down.&lt;br /&gt;You stand there and smile,&lt;br /&gt;As I call myself names.&lt;br /&gt;But worst of all,&lt;br /&gt;Is that you're not even there at all.&lt;br /&gt;My Loneliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-8007797152913316974?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8007797152913316974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=8007797152913316974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8007797152913316974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8007797152913316974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-loneliness.html' title='Dear Loneliness,'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-5646812498060165604</id><published>2007-02-05T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:11:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clear Cloudy Day</title><content type='html'>Sun shining,&lt;br /&gt;Rain a'falling,&lt;br /&gt;No rainbows in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Falling trees,&lt;br /&gt;On my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Can't take no more.&lt;br /&gt;Another day,&lt;br /&gt;Lost away,&lt;br /&gt;Life always surprises me.&lt;br /&gt;From a dark cave,&lt;br /&gt;Put our love in a grave,&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone,&lt;br /&gt;No one home,&lt;br /&gt;No one to save me from me.&lt;br /&gt;Knife at my wrist,&lt;br /&gt;Give it a little twist,&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am I pissed.&lt;br /&gt;final good byes,&lt;br /&gt;Writing them down,&lt;br /&gt;As I start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain starts falling,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Drifting away,&lt;br /&gt;Nothings okay.&lt;br /&gt;The room goes black.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late,&lt;br /&gt;To find my fate;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive,&lt;br /&gt;Still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I look outside,&lt;br /&gt;It's a sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;But for me it's pouring down rain.&lt;br /&gt;The raining of my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Falling away.&lt;br /&gt;Slipping down my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;Dropping off my chin,&lt;br /&gt;Puddles in my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to go,&lt;br /&gt;End this torturous life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-5646812498060165604?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5646812498060165604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=5646812498060165604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/5646812498060165604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/5646812498060165604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/clear-cloudy-day.html' title='A Clear Cloudy Day'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-8820090645792647967</id><published>2007-02-05T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:06:38.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Late of night,&lt;br /&gt;No sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Burning eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Dreadful skies.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower,&lt;br /&gt;Get a little power.&lt;br /&gt;Write a book,&lt;br /&gt;Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;Play the guitar,&lt;br /&gt;We're not getting far.&lt;br /&gt;Fearful skies,&lt;br /&gt;Burning eyes.&lt;br /&gt;No sleep tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Late of night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-8820090645792647967?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8820090645792647967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=8820090645792647967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8820090645792647967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/8820090645792647967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-1400406992000036444</id><published>2007-02-05T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:04:44.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer</title><content type='html'>What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your face&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;br /&gt;What's upsetting you?&lt;br /&gt;Won't you give me a clue?&lt;br /&gt;I  know that something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it in,&lt;br /&gt;It'll eat at you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't destroy your heart,&lt;br /&gt;It's all you got.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is all that's left.&lt;br /&gt;You've lost your friends,&lt;br /&gt;Your family, too.&lt;br /&gt;But worst of all,&lt;br /&gt;You've lost you.&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself again,&lt;br /&gt;You can make it through.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't because&lt;br /&gt;You say you're through.&lt;br /&gt;It's all over,&lt;br /&gt;And all is done.&lt;br /&gt;What was begun,&lt;br /&gt;Is no longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-1400406992000036444?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1400406992000036444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=1400406992000036444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1400406992000036444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1400406992000036444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-longer.html' title='No Longer'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-6937082749154557548</id><published>2007-02-05T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:01:13.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Singing Your Song</title><content type='html'>You're calling out,&lt;br /&gt;Causing fuss,&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter,&lt;br /&gt;Why you mut.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming loud,&lt;br /&gt;In the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;You're yelling hard,&lt;br /&gt;But no one hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get ignored?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so bored?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you shove me off?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn it up,&lt;br /&gt;You're burning up.&lt;br /&gt;Asking for,&lt;br /&gt;Someones help.&lt;br /&gt;"Some one please,&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me."&lt;br /&gt;You're screaming hard,&lt;br /&gt;But no one hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get ignored?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so bored?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you shove me off?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now it's time I show you,&lt;br /&gt;Where to be.&lt;br /&gt;How to get past the life you see.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to bed,&lt;br /&gt;You'll wind up dead,&lt;br /&gt;With all those thought in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think it's over?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see the end?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think there's only one way out?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-6937082749154557548?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6937082749154557548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=6937082749154557548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/6937082749154557548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/6937082749154557548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-singing-your-song.html' title='I&apos;m Singing Your Song'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-1850307168241262935</id><published>2007-02-05T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:56:42.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If There Was a Way</title><content type='html'>If there was a way,&lt;br /&gt;To live every day.&lt;br /&gt;If there was a way,&lt;br /&gt;For me to say.&lt;br /&gt;If there was a way,&lt;br /&gt;For things to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;If there was a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day,&lt;br /&gt;Live it your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-1850307168241262935?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1850307168241262935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=1850307168241262935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1850307168241262935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1850307168241262935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-there-was-way.html' title='If There Was a Way'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-1335569416385717552</id><published>2007-02-05T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:49:11.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Way</title><content type='html'>We talk each night,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;We hold each other tight,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;We show our loving might,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;We give out caring bite,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;We open way for sweet light,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more every night,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;My love holds you tight,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my might,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;My love shines on you light,&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of how to say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-1335569416385717552?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1335569416385717552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=1335569416385717552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1335569416385717552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1335569416385717552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/by-way.html' title='By the Way'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-2333951251012283216</id><published>2007-02-05T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:13:59.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today today,&lt;br /&gt;So far away.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid afraid,&lt;br /&gt;To even say.&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;Of the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Faithful faithful,&lt;br /&gt;To each day.&lt;br /&gt;Denying denial,&lt;br /&gt;You know the way.&lt;br /&gt;Living death,&lt;br /&gt;Beginning breath.&lt;br /&gt;Today today,&lt;br /&gt;So close today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-2333951251012283216?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2333951251012283216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=2333951251012283216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2333951251012283216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2333951251012283216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-1173235318248448358</id><published>2007-02-05T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:12:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing Your Life Away</title><content type='html'>Day after day,&lt;br /&gt;You throw your life away.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say,&lt;br /&gt;You do it your way.&lt;br /&gt;You throw your life away.&lt;br /&gt;Never coming back another day.&lt;br /&gt;Now you've gone away,&lt;br /&gt;And all I've left to say,&lt;br /&gt;Is, "Why did you throw away,&lt;br /&gt;What could've been saved another way?"&lt;br /&gt;Till I see you again to say,&lt;br /&gt;"In my heart, forever you stay,"&lt;br /&gt;See once more in May,&lt;br /&gt;Buried by the bay,&lt;br /&gt;By the tomb that you lay,&lt;br /&gt;Just to say, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;And to pay,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally, everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Because you threw your life away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-1173235318248448358?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1173235318248448358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=1173235318248448358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1173235318248448358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/1173235318248448358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/throwing-your-life-away.html' title='Throwing Your Life Away'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-2923346003305629162</id><published>2007-02-05T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:07:44.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep</title><content type='html'>Keep walking,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your help,&lt;br /&gt;I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;Keep talking,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;Keep pointing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm poiting right back,&lt;br /&gt;Straight at you.&lt;br /&gt;Keep walking,&lt;br /&gt;I only need your help,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-2923346003305629162?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2923346003305629162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=2923346003305629162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2923346003305629162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2923346003305629162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/keep.html' title='Keep'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-2731179930755629732</id><published>2007-02-05T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:06:04.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormented Soul</title><content type='html'>You were my everything.&lt;br /&gt;I  rose in the morning for you.&lt;br /&gt;I spent hours on end,&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;One day things turned up-side down,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left by myelf.&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away now,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can find you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so important,&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see,&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;But one day things turned to shit,&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sit,&lt;br /&gt;All by myself,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever I am tormented,&lt;br /&gt;You were so important,&lt;br /&gt;But now I've lost you,&lt;br /&gt;Never to find you again.&lt;br /&gt;The torment of love,&lt;br /&gt;Thrown out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tormented soul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-2731179930755629732?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2731179930755629732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=2731179930755629732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2731179930755629732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/2731179930755629732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/tormented-soul.html' title='Tormented Soul'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-6540607136979124675</id><published>2007-02-05T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:01:44.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of the Entwined</title><content type='html'>The love of the entwined is forever on the mind,&lt;br /&gt;For the knowing others point and laugh,&lt;br /&gt;And fins the feelings I have funny.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the wait I treat them?&lt;br /&gt;No, it can't be for I treat them with care.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the way I act?&lt;br /&gt;No, for I only act as I am told.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the way I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I think.&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel the wrong way for something I love so much?&lt;br /&gt;Do I not know what it is that I feel?&lt;br /&gt;No, no... I know.&lt;br /&gt;It is they that don't know.&lt;br /&gt;The love of the entwined in forever on the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-6540607136979124675?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6540607136979124675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=6540607136979124675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/6540607136979124675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/6540607136979124675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-of-entwined.html' title='The Love of the Entwined'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-7442441445910781094</id><published>2007-02-05T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:49:59.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying to You</title><content type='html'>Hate me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind it.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,&lt;br /&gt;You mean nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Scream at me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it makes you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't phase me.&lt;br /&gt;Hit me,&lt;br /&gt;Cock your fist back,&lt;br /&gt;Punch my face hard,&lt;br /&gt;See how much damage you can do.&lt;br /&gt;What do I care?&lt;br /&gt;Call me names,&lt;br /&gt;I'm anything you say I am.&lt;br /&gt;I won't argue it.&lt;br /&gt;Spit at me,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I walk near.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Hate me,&lt;br /&gt;I do mind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-7442441445910781094?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7442441445910781094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=7442441445910781094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7442441445910781094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/7442441445910781094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/lying-to-you.html' title='Lying to You'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-6346691684294112367</id><published>2007-02-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:35:19.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>A little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered by the world.&lt;br /&gt;Crawling from the corner,&lt;br /&gt;The corner where she was raped,&lt;br /&gt;Forced to do what she doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;A victim on the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy, Casted out by his peers,&lt;br /&gt;Looks through salty tears,&lt;br /&gt;As he's beaten by older kids,&lt;br /&gt;Left hurting by older kids,&lt;br /&gt;Left hurting with bruises and broken bones,&lt;br /&gt;Unsure why he doesn't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;Another victim on the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenager,&lt;br /&gt;Overweight for her age,&lt;br /&gt;Isolated out from others,&lt;br /&gt;Who stare and laugh and joke behind her back,&lt;br /&gt;Friendless, she cries alone at night,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why no one can accept her for what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;Another victim on the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teen boy,&lt;br /&gt;Depressed by the beatings from his father,&lt;br /&gt;A man with strength and anger,&lt;br /&gt;The boys eyes always blackened,&lt;br /&gt;His body bruised,&lt;br /&gt;His teacher wonders but she never says a word.&lt;br /&gt;Another victim added to the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A skinny girl,&lt;br /&gt;Forcing herself to throw up,&lt;br /&gt;Balemic for hope of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;She eats very little, but never keeps it in.&lt;br /&gt;Acid burning her throat and mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Creating holes in her through,&lt;br /&gt;And dacying her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another victim to the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school boy,&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosed with A.D.D.,&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to answer a question,&lt;br /&gt;His speech is slurred,&lt;br /&gt;And his answer's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;He tries to ignore,&lt;br /&gt;As they mock him and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Another victim on the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wall,&lt;br /&gt;Etched with millions of names,&lt;br /&gt;Names of people who have suffered from the dark hate of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers left behind,&lt;br /&gt;In memory of those tortured souls,&lt;br /&gt;And when you read the Wall,&lt;br /&gt;There is always one name that stands out most:&lt;br /&gt;It is your own name.&lt;br /&gt;A victim on the Wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-6346691684294112367?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6346691684294112367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=6346691684294112367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/6346691684294112367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/6346691684294112367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2007/02/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-114096891581685620</id><published>2006-02-26T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:53:04.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Could See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I could make you see,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;If I could make you realize.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;If you knew who you really are.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;If you noticed how great you are,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;How bright a star,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You truly are.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;In all a dark cloud,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;A dark sky,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;A dark night,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You shine beauty in the middle of it all.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;If you could come to realize,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;That you're better than you think.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;If you could just see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You make so many laugh.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;If you could tell,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;How much people admire you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I'd know,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;That I'd never have to let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-114096891581685620?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/114096891581685620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=114096891581685620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/114096891581685620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/114096891581685620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-could-see.html' title='If You Could See'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-113827515439001903</id><published>2006-01-26T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:32:34.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Psycho is I,&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, guess what,&lt;br /&gt;That is me,&lt;br /&gt;The psycho that you seek.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy as can be,&lt;br /&gt;Psycho is I.&lt;br /&gt;But "I" is not me.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Psycho is your statement.&lt;br /&gt;Psycho is you.&lt;br /&gt;psycho is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-113827515439001903?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113827515439001903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=113827515439001903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827515439001903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827515439001903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2006/01/psycho.html' title='Psycho'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-113827496378368442</id><published>2006-01-26T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:29:23.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If I told you how much I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Would you understand what I'm saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If I said that my world was never this great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Would you sense my sincerity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If I told you that you mean more to me than life itself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Would you laugh at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If I said to you I would give up life for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Would you call me crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If I told you that if life could end now I'd die happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Would you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If I kiss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Would you kiss me back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;When I show my love to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Do you recognise it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-113827496378368442?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113827496378368442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=113827496378368442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827496378368442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827496378368442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2006/01/with-love.html' title='With Love'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-113827474611315555</id><published>2006-01-26T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:26:05.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black as night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And pale with fright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It flew up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he decided, "I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They might cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And wodner why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But life had gone dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was the crow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That evil foe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was It that did it so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That made him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Its evil hiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And grotesque bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It took the kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kiss that didn't miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This kiss of death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wretched breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The horrible sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of when he die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He quickly went,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not a second spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what happened next,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was what the Crow had vexed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The coffin closed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Death had arosed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Crow sat after Its work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a disgusting smirk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Intoxicated with Its latest job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another soul had to be robbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, the Crow left Its perch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a final lirch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And was it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its next soul was... me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-113827474611315555?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113827474611315555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=113827474611315555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827474611315555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827474611315555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2006/01/crow.html' title='The Crow'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-113827444713478702</id><published>2006-01-26T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:21:18.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why does it seem,&lt;br /&gt;Like life is a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I left,&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;How can you say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's another day?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do,&lt;br /&gt;To be rid of you?&lt;br /&gt;Where can I go,&lt;br /&gt;To find help from my foe?&lt;br /&gt;Who is there,&lt;br /&gt;To help me from your evil lere?&lt;br /&gt;How can it be,&lt;br /&gt;That this is the end?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you point me,&lt;br /&gt;In the wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;How can I lose you,&lt;br /&gt;Stop your terror crusade?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say,&lt;br /&gt;But goodbye today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-113827444713478702?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113827444713478702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=113827444713478702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827444713478702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827444713478702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2006/01/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-113827424143233353</id><published>2006-01-26T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:17:21.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if life was what you wanted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if life was always forever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if at days end we could be happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if our soul could be free? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if death was really life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if what you say is true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if what I say is fake? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if nothing ever was? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if everything was anything but? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if your neighbor was your friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if your family were your enemy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if everything was okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What if this poem were at its end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-113827424143233353?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113827424143233353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=113827424143233353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827424143233353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827424143233353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-if-life.html' title='What If Life...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1akN-Mk2CM/TacKP_uSWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z0Jzqn4IoKA/s220/default.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21535245.post-113827398825470445</id><published>2006-01-26T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:13:47.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because The Angel Blinked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;She lay crying on the street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dead child at her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pouring down rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To wash away the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Guardian Angel blinked her eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Now left to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The world she loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Killed her dove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Her little child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dead, homicidal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Blood washes down the road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Past her humble aboad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Life is dead, bone dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nothing left, can't even cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;All that remains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Are the bloodstains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;There is no more hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just a red t-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;There's no more breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just the cold death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Because the Angel blinked her eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I never got to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-113827398825470445?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113827398825470445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=113827398825470445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827398825470445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If the sun did not rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    To you, there is no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If the birds did not sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    You'd say there is no music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If the trees did not grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    To you, there is no change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If the flowers did not smell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    You'd say there is no beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If the world did not turn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    To you, there are no seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But even if these things stop being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    You'd say there is no difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21535245-113827354724711579?l=mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypoemsmyspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113827354724711579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21535245&amp;postID=113827354724711579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827354724711579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21535245/posts/default/113827354724711579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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