<?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-30658501</id><updated>2011-08-06T11:10:15.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry of Our Souls</title><subtitle type='html'>CAUTION--- Turn on brain before entering --- CAUTION</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-6652120819980711221</id><published>2007-08-20T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:44:01.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Told You So</title><content type='html'>Do our own thing thats what we want&lt;br /&gt;and this, to every one else we flaunt,&lt;br /&gt;but the way we are, the way we were,&lt;br /&gt;they all told us but we never heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we just ignored what we couldnt stand,&lt;br /&gt;the way they told us from what we were banned.&lt;br /&gt;We said that they just didnt understand.&lt;br /&gt;They dont know about the things we've planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to do what our heart desires,&lt;br /&gt;our dreams they push us, they start the fires,&lt;br /&gt;that drive us away from the words they said.&lt;br /&gt;Those things meant to help turned us off instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fall, our hearts seem to break.&lt;br /&gt;we wonder why after all we had at stake,&lt;br /&gt;life throws us a turn from which we cant shake,&lt;br /&gt;maybe we shouldnt have been so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had we listened, we think how different it'd have been,&lt;br /&gt;that instead of tools we had real friends.&lt;br /&gt;The people we use, they will not forget,&lt;br /&gt;the way that we caught them like fish in a net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our hearts would not have been so cold,&lt;br /&gt;and we'd heard what we'd been told,&lt;br /&gt;and if we weren't so selfishly bold,&lt;br /&gt;they would't have said  "I told you so".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-6652120819980711221?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/6652120819980711221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=6652120819980711221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/6652120819980711221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/6652120819980711221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2007/08/told-you-so.html' title='Told You So'/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-537913266066132607</id><published>2007-08-01T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:20:40.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not really a poem....</title><content type='html'>I know that this isnt a poem and I know no one will read it but I thought it was good. so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town(or across the state) to see her.To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.To every guy who has given her flowers just because.To every guy that said he would die for her.To every guy that really would.To every guy that did what she wanted to do.To every guy that cried in front of her.To every guy that she cried in front of.To every guy that holds hands with her.To every guy that kisses her with meaning.To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hoursjust to see her for ten minutes or 10 seconds.To every guy that would give his seat up.To every guy that just wants to cuddle.To every guy that reassured her that she was beautifulno matter what.To every guy who told his secrets to her.To every guy that tried to show how much he caredthrough every word and every breath.To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.To every guy that believed in her dreams.To every guy that would have done anythingso she could achieve them.To every guy that never laughed at herwhen she told him her dreams.To every guy that walked her to her car.To every guy that walked her to her door when he took her home.To every guy that meant every word he ever said to her.To every guy who sang her a song, even if he thought he sounded bad.To every guy that gave his heart.To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her....This one bulletin is for you...Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...And because of this, there are not many left out there...if you have a good thing, hold onto it like theres no tomarrow. and guys: if you're not like this, try to be this person because you should be willing to be something more than ordinary. Be someone, not that people just realize when you're not around, but the kind that people miss when you're not. If she means that much to you, be the kind of guy that she deserves.  thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-537913266066132607?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/537913266066132607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=537913266066132607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/537913266066132607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/537913266066132607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-really-poem.html' title='not really a poem....'/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-6697776774756951344</id><published>2007-02-22T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:59:43.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>about time</title><content type='html'>hello everyone I know its about time.&lt;br /&gt;I finally came back and wrote you this ryme.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry its been so long that ive typed,&lt;br /&gt;so here it is on this lovely thursday night&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been wondering where I've been,&lt;br /&gt;well I'm not too sure, I'm stuck in a spin.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been spinning it seems you see,&lt;br /&gt;the only person on my mind has been... me.&lt;br /&gt;"He's been selfish" you think, and yes it's true.&lt;br /&gt;well thats something I intend to put an end to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've not posted or called.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to blame it on that job at the mall :)&lt;br /&gt;But now I've sometime to spend with you.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to see how you're doing too.&lt;br /&gt;I think we can keep this blog afloat,&lt;br /&gt;though it'll be hard with hole in the boat.&lt;br /&gt;So grab a bucket and you can help throw&lt;br /&gt;the water out that is sinking this "poetry of our soul".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry it's been a while guys... jAkE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-6697776774756951344?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/6697776774756951344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=6697776774756951344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/6697776774756951344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/6697776774756951344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-everyone-i-know-its-about-time.html' title='about time'/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-7946400288943872700</id><published>2007-01-14T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:38:58.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight of Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Soon comes that day when I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Away from the shield, the warmth of home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Faces now ingrained in my mind won't stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Each face, each voice will pass away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every memory and moment held so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minutes I am given will no longer be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time and freedom now constrained with weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A future so foriegn- I don't want to relate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-7946400288943872700?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/7946400288943872700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=7946400288943872700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/7946400288943872700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/7946400288943872700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2007/01/weight-of-reality.html' title='The weight of Reality'/><author><name>CP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g218/gC5-_/2197b.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-5311361005459541764</id><published>2006-12-27T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T21:09:32.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heer Me Oh Lucifer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will you drop your weapons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the children of the world cry out peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do you sow their lips shut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, thats right I said it, peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do you lick the wounds of the fallen with your acid tongue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it a joy that you seek?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here me out, father of lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you can read this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I know I am not much of a challenge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my daddy is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will slaghter you in the end as you have done to my brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His mercy is everlasting, yes, but you will not recieve it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel for you Deceiver, for your fate is as grave as your fire is hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why do you bind yourself with your carnalities and monstosaties?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it too hard to accept your fate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is it more fun to kill the innocent as you suck on their entrails?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a liittle gruesome yes... but think about what I'm saying... yes, just think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-5311361005459541764?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/5311361005459541764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=5311361005459541764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/5311361005459541764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/5311361005459541764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/12/heer-me-oh-lucifer.html' title='Heer Me Oh Lucifer'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-116646224033388247</id><published>2006-12-18T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:17:20.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gossiper</title><content type='html'>when it's all over, will you be glad?&lt;br /&gt;will you be happy you treated people bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you really be surprised that when you're in need,&lt;br /&gt;no one jumps to help you. no one seems to heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your calling for someone but no one is there.&lt;br /&gt;they seem to ignore you, this cant be fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the people you left in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;the way you treated them, no one deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel. you feed on their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you're better. thats how it starts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you backstabbing backbitter.&lt;br /&gt;You gossiping people that have no remorse.&lt;br /&gt;you think they cant hear you? or they dont have friends?&lt;br /&gt;That tell them whats being said when they're not there?&lt;br /&gt;shame on you people that talk behind backs,&lt;br /&gt;that flab your pie holes without holding back.&lt;br /&gt;Get over yourself! you're not all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;In fact you're misserable. I think its sad.&lt;br /&gt;that all you have to make yourself feel good,&lt;br /&gt;is others pain. I feel sorry for you. &lt;br /&gt;It would drive me insane.&lt;br /&gt;If all I did was say things,&lt;br /&gt;that hurt someone else, &lt;br /&gt;I would start taking a look at myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-116646224033388247?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/116646224033388247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=116646224033388247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/116646224033388247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/116646224033388247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/12/gossiper.html' title='gossiper'/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-116554079122083531</id><published>2006-12-07T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:25:44.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortal Conflict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written 7-13-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do the things I do&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’m always done and through&lt;br /&gt;Realizing changes that need to be made&lt;br /&gt;Watching them fall, crumble and fade&lt;br /&gt;Regretting the thought to understand&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Ill fall with nowhere to land&lt;br /&gt;With steps not taken and words left behind&lt;br /&gt;Loathing this war between my heart &amp; my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written 12-7-06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in deep darkness without any light&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless and weak, feeling anger and spite&lt;br /&gt;Standing here now, so much more I can see&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto Him; its no longer just me&lt;br /&gt;His promise gives comfort; yes I may fall&lt;br /&gt;I can't be perfect, I'll never please all&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never stop growing, or be without truth&lt;br /&gt;As long as Hes with me in all that I do &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/30658501-116554079122083531?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/116554079122083531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=116554079122083531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/116554079122083531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/116554079122083531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/12/mortal-conflict.html' title='Mortal Conflict'/><author><name>CP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g218/gC5-_/2197b.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-116226149163576393</id><published>2006-10-30T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T06:27:35.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let u know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were just another friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I got to know you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I let my heart unbend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't help past memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that would only make me cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to forget my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and give life another try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I've fallen in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'll never let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you more than anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just had to let you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you ever wonder why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know exactly what I'll say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Christ gave me love through life his own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that life is even better every single day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each and every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My feelings for you will never change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just know my feelings are true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember one thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love You! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-116226149163576393?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/116226149163576393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=116226149163576393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/116226149163576393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/116226149163576393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-to-let-u-know.html' title='Just to let u know'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115992602742534551</id><published>2006-10-03T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:40:27.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when I need people most... they leave. Why? Because Im the worst of the curse. ~Love of a s. and g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115992602742534551?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115992602742534551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115992602742534551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115992602742534551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115992602742534551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-i-need-people-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115792585421483617</id><published>2006-09-10T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:04:14.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not again</title><content type='html'>It's happened again&lt;br /&gt;the thought again &lt;br /&gt;of having lost the one I love again&lt;br /&gt;is too hard to bear. the feelings we shared are now gone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried again&lt;br /&gt;to turn this around again&lt;br /&gt;but no reply comes and no sound again.&lt;br /&gt;a lifetime I wish I had to comply with the things you want me to do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died again.&lt;br /&gt;you said it was real again.&lt;br /&gt;I belived you, I trusted again.&lt;br /&gt;But now I have found that I do not have time to play these games you play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved again.&lt;br /&gt;The pain in my heart you stirred up again.&lt;br /&gt;you left me. I should have known again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy with whoever you find, cause I dont think I can wait round again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember again.&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face I can't see again.&lt;br /&gt;It haunts like the stories I'll never read again.&lt;br /&gt;The time passed so fast I thought that would last and now I'm on my own again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time again.&lt;br /&gt;and now I must go but I want you to know that I never felt dead til I knew you would leave me with thought in my head of future and dreams, that it's not what it seems when you told me it's real and it was so sureal, that I lost sight of what I thought might make you be mine til the end of time, so it failed again. &lt;br /&gt;Here I am again. Cold and dark again.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Susie. Don't forget me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115792585421483617?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115792585421483617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115792585421483617' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115792585421483617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115792585421483617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-again.html' title='not again'/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115790683992787664</id><published>2006-09-10T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:47:23.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lifetime written in 5 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when everyone leaves you behind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's no one left to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everyone just decides to quit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all you can do is cry and sit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;///&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everything you loved is lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's nothing left for the cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everything you had is now gone away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all you can do is cry and lay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;///&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everyday is a fight not to just die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's no time left to sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everyday you ask why you still exist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all you can do is cry and pound your fist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOD WILL ALWAYS BE THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115790683992787664?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115790683992787664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115790683992787664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115790683992787664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115790683992787664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/09/lifetime-written-in-5-minutes.html' title='A lifetime written in 5 minutes'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115731757832650091</id><published>2006-09-03T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T17:06:18.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The emotion of missing you</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am without you.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you and your warmth,&lt;br /&gt;make my reality so cold.&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face,&lt;br /&gt;and you reaching out to me.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me smiling back?&lt;br /&gt;My mind aches  for your grace.&lt;br /&gt;My mind runs in circles,&lt;br /&gt;waiting to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;When I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the air is of you.&lt;br /&gt;If I lose you while you are gone,&lt;br /&gt;I will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;As I write this,&lt;br /&gt;please think of me.&lt;br /&gt;Think of me every moment, as I of you.&lt;br /&gt;Forever, I am missing you... always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115731757832650091?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115731757832650091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115731757832650091' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115731757832650091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115731757832650091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/09/emotion-of-missing-you.html' title='The emotion of missing you'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115617121936293293</id><published>2006-08-21T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:00:56.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People listen, hear my speech.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be destracted by the stuff within reach.&lt;br /&gt;The end is what we drive for, the end of the race.&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to the ones that will slow our pace.&lt;br /&gt;The thing we look for isn't the clothes,&lt;br /&gt;it isn't the concerts people see in droves.&lt;br /&gt;It's the love of the Master that drives us on.&lt;br /&gt;He will help us be strong till the race is done.&lt;br /&gt;This world is NOT my home! I'm just passing through.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that all the world could go with me too.&lt;br /&gt;But they can if only we tell them you see,&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it alone, at least God is with me.&lt;br /&gt;People will talk about how we dress funny, &lt;br /&gt;but when THEY die they won't be taking they're money.&lt;br /&gt;But I will take with me the thing that I need.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be going fast, as on a valiant steed.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a stumbling block, don't slow us down.&lt;br /&gt;We won't stop or slow, we're looking for a crown.&lt;br /&gt;Effortlessly God will help us out,&lt;br /&gt;of all of the hopelessness, the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;People tell others this thing.&lt;br /&gt;About the one who died even though he was King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115617121936293293?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115617121936293293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115617121936293293' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115617121936293293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115617121936293293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-listen-hear-my-speech.html' title=''/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115612542708950688</id><published>2006-08-20T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:57:07.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Headlights in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's headed out for one last chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doing what she started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She gives him one last glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She disappears into the darkened night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All her selfless love for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Driving away will help defend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This memory controlling every moment lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She takes a breath in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoping her every brokeness will somehow mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She questions her thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As she drives into a bend in the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly looks up and loses control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blackened night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mixed into a blurr of lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twisted metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to save her with all of their might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unconsciously she drifts away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breathing is slow and she's fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her beautiful soul is unwinding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be let free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To somewhere not seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That she drove away out of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The very last of their fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The very last of the stars being bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There she goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chances are that you might not make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In time to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her beautiful soul alive in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was written about not getting a second chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to tell people before they left how I felt.  RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115612542708950688?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115612542708950688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115612542708950688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115612542708950688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115612542708950688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-time.html' title='The Last Time...'/><author><name>natasha..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2189/1600/me%20on%20railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115608733275131934</id><published>2006-08-20T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:22:12.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Hedonist</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what are we but today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;each passing breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rushing from our lungs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;incessantly, no rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what am I but a fool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to ever hope to teach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for I can barely live life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let alone stand, preach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what are we but the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in which the world stands still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whether it is in her arms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or leaning on the windowsill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hedonist and a christian too&lt;br /&gt;pain and joy God gives impartially&lt;br /&gt;pain is a burden to bear, become stronger&lt;br /&gt;joy is the answer to pain's mortality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pain alone is meaningless&lt;br /&gt;without a higher aim, a target to be acquired&lt;br /&gt;Joy is the purpose in all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Desire for joy and you shall never grow tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is the effervescent beauty of spring&lt;br /&gt;to understand the thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;the power and might that it suddenly brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is the answer in trouble or in pain&lt;br /&gt;Christ died to give us a reason to rejoice&lt;br /&gt;and unite ,until he brings his kingdom in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If pain and sorrow come to you&lt;br /&gt;learn to live and rejoice &lt;br /&gt;hedonist's for Christ we are&lt;br /&gt;show him in life, voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you still remember&lt;br /&gt;when he died for you&lt;br /&gt;for we are a happy few&lt;br /&gt;who know this truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is why I live today&lt;br /&gt;Joy in Christ to find&lt;br /&gt;to live for nothing save that happiness&lt;br /&gt;rejoicing state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we but today&lt;br /&gt;each passing breath&lt;br /&gt;rushing from our lungs&lt;br /&gt;incessantly no rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115608733275131934?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115608733275131934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115608733275131934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115608733275131934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115608733275131934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/08/christian-hedonist.html' title='Christian Hedonist'/><author><name>Adam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.avaart.com/images/Colorado%20Waterfall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115551790503434982</id><published>2006-08-13T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:44:36.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No longer trapped in lost words&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;Fighting against things&lt;br /&gt;That are sent my way&lt;br /&gt;Focused on confusion&lt;br /&gt;Without a way out&lt;br /&gt;Resting fully on myself&lt;br /&gt;Sinking in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Now seen so clearly&lt;br /&gt;From where I now stand&lt;br /&gt;Where secrets are unraveled&lt;br /&gt;Taken from my own hands&lt;br /&gt;To the front of the stage&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;That I wasn’t alone&lt;br /&gt;And will never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115551790503434982?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115551790503434982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115551790503434982' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115551790503434982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115551790503434982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/08/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>CP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g218/gC5-_/2197b.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115549990886847735</id><published>2006-08-13T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:11:48.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Since You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you lie awake at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking about what is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you lie awake in the middle of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishing everything would go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying to stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the world's upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everythings against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; I'm spinning around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since you decided to break my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been slowly falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since you decided not to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I expect you not to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spare me with your advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's useless now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't trust a liar, who I use to trust somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As your seeing someone new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of me and I'll think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember everything we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; as you look back at your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was I who tried to get it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since you decided to walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember I was the one who stayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since you decided it wouldn't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember I was the one good thing in all of the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115549990886847735?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115549990886847735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115549990886847735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115549990886847735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115549990886847735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/08/since-you.html' title='Since You...'/><author><name>natasha..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2189/1600/me%20on%20railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115539161478983891</id><published>2006-08-12T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:06:54.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;pray hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pray always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pray willingly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your life it sways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115539161478983891?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115539161478983891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115539161478983891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115539161478983891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115539161478983891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/08/pray-hardpray-alwayspray-willinglyyour.html' title=''/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115497638633634789</id><published>2006-08-07T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:46:26.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heart words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I've seen your face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how I miss your heavenly grace.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm taking time to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the Angel of my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the sunshine of my sky.&lt;br /&gt;You never once on me wanted to quit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how hard it would get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So in my heart, that's where you stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you rebecca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every... single... day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115497638633634789?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115497638633634789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115497638633634789' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115497638633634789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115497638633634789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/08/heart-words.html' title='heart words'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115489374957212956</id><published>2006-08-06T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:49:09.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>limericks (cause all the rest are serious)</title><content type='html'>i once had a ratty old shoe----------------------------------------------------------------------whos looks made me terribly blue--------------------------------------------------------------it made me cough and sneeze-------------------------------------------------------------------even more that parmasean cheese--------------------------------------------------------------so i threw out that ratty old shoe---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------there once was a fluffy white cat----------------------------------------------------------------who was undoubtedlty fat----------------------------------------------------------------------she chased down a mouse-----------------------------------------------------------------------but flattened the house-------------------------------------------------------------------------now dead is that fluffy white cat----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------there once was a lady with a nose---------------------------------------------------------------that grew all the way to her toes----------------------------------------------------------------it made her trip one day------------------------------------------------------------------------so she threw it away----------------------------------------------------------------------------yes, fake was the ladys long nose---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------there once was a great big box------------------------------------------------------------------that had a tail like a fox-------------------------------------------------------------------------a boy opened it one day------------------------------------------------------------------------and a fox ran away-----------------------------------------------------------------------------now the box has no tail like a fox----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------there once was a mean old man-----------------------------------------------------------------who got a really dark tan-----------------------------------------------------------------------he stayed in one day----------------------------------------------------------------------------and the tan went away-------------------------------------------------------------------------now not tan is that mean old man--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115489374957212956?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115489374957212956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115489374957212956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115489374957212956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115489374957212956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/08/limericks-cause-all-rest-are-serious.html' title='limericks (cause all the rest are serious)'/><author><name>rw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499230300634365513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.utdallas.edu/~clh041000/Applets/images/sushi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115428605334338701</id><published>2006-07-30T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:00:53.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunset...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you're just another sunset to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes beautiful, sometimes unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; you fade so fast, all this time I wish you would last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're not the last sunset I will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you're everything I wanted the sunset to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm sorry that this won't be the last sunset I will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to experience the sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it all that I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or will it never be enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to feel the morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To reach a new height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; finally, for once in my life, be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because the light is fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; I'm still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the edge of this town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For someone to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I'll be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the beauty is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm left here all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's dark and it's cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's nothing left here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to experience the sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it all that I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or will it never be enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to feel the morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To reach a new height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; finally, for once in my life, be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; you left me crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you drove off into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know what I'm going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't even care enough to realize what you're puting me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; driving off that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will never make things alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you're just another sunset to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes beautiful, but somtimes unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; it happened so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you, my sunset, didn't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; you won't be the last sunset I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you happened to be everything I wanted this sunset to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to experience the sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; finally, for once in my life, be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115428605334338701?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115428605334338701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115428605334338701' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115428605334338701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115428605334338701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunset.html' title='The Sunset...'/><author><name>natasha..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2189/1600/me%20on%20railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115393624212249487</id><published>2006-07-26T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T13:50:42.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could truly express my feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find the word for when my heart your stealing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell you how constantly my heart your healing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;///&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could explain the way I feel inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find the word when in you I confide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell you how honestly my thoughts I try to hide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;///&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish you would stay and never leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found the word my mind needs to cleave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm telling you what I know you'll recieve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115393624212249487?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115393624212249487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115393624212249487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115393624212249487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115393624212249487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/emotional-breakthrough.html' title='emotional breakthrough'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115388121956253960</id><published>2006-07-25T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:33:39.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am I in this shell of skin? &lt;br /&gt;All my faults, and my failiers, and my secrets within?&lt;br /&gt;Even I don't know me, who do I see,&lt;br /&gt;When I look in the mirror I think "that can't be me."&lt;br /&gt;Because what I see is different from others,&lt;br /&gt;I see what I've hidden from my sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;The lies I've told, though of them I'm not proud,&lt;br /&gt;I see every one in the wrinkles of my brow.&lt;br /&gt;The years pass so quickly, and with them I change.&lt;br /&gt;What has been happening in this day and age?&lt;br /&gt;But the wrinkles do not show on he outside,&lt;br /&gt;from everyone around me, they're easy to hide.&lt;br /&gt;So don't make them worse, don't stay on this path.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else you will see in the looking glass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115388121956253960?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115388121956253960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115388121956253960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115388121956253960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115388121956253960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-am-i-in-this-shell-of-skin-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115370652437896266</id><published>2006-07-23T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:02:04.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours</title><content type='html'>You, with your hand outstretched,&lt;br /&gt;Finger on the key.&lt;br /&gt;This lock, that you released,&lt;br /&gt;Is opening, but isn’t free.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you can see,&lt;br /&gt;How it beats inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of putting fear aside,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run, I want to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I am vulnerably yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She who is wanting me&lt;br /&gt;Who’s touch can make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I can only understand&lt;br /&gt;By never asking her why.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the contradictions fly.&lt;br /&gt;And as hard as I may try&lt;br /&gt;Every truth becomes a lie&lt;br /&gt;In the ache of her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passionately &lt;br /&gt;Yours.&lt;br /&gt;And the saddest eyes are&lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;br /&gt;And the softest skin is &lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;br /&gt;And the hope I borrow&lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won’t you let me in I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;All that I begin is yours&lt;br /&gt;Every prize I win is yours&lt;br /&gt;At your feet again I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;All I am is yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am is wanting you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen down and I cant seem to come to&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I wake,&lt;br /&gt;I comment my soul to this ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world so high&lt;br /&gt;Where the water tends to meet the sky.&lt;br /&gt;She’s all I’m after by the toe.&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;That if you reap what you would sow,&lt;br /&gt;I would take it blow by blow&lt;br /&gt;All I am is&lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;br /&gt;And the saddest eyes are&lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;br /&gt;And the softest skin is &lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;br /&gt;And the hope I borrow&lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won’t you let me in I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;All that I begin is yours&lt;br /&gt;Every prize I win is yours&lt;br /&gt;At your feet again I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;All I am is yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics courtesy of Blues Traveler "Yours"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115370652437896266?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115370652437896266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115370652437896266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115370652437896266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115370652437896266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/yours.html' title='Yours'/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115284676891181564</id><published>2006-07-13T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:12:48.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the fear pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing that will last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thoughts overtake your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't let it happen this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Save yourself the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is the one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your hands begin to shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't let him make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You like all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are not a toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; he is just some boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who will save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From this defining situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't let him treat you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like you don't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you are some girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here for the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Times like these are when you miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That safe, loving kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From someone you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; that loves you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not from one who lacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling for your mind &amp; soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who doesn't want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You inside and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is what loses hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That would've gone to the moon and back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe again you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A person who loves you for your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; is amazed by your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe then your heart will be full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115284676891181564?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115284676891181564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115284676891181564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115284676891181564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115284676891181564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t...'/><author><name>natasha..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2189/1600/me%20on%20railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115262935867953345</id><published>2006-07-11T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:49:18.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look to the Good, Look to the Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The times we spend on the negative side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not understanding that we need to look to the good as a guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more only thinking on the dark parts of our soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because when we do we have to pay the cost, the toll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need to look to how God has blessed and not cursed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about all the things he's done first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not saying completely forget about all your worries and woes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he knows and shows that we can keep going with the good memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things that help us to see, and always be, fuller than what's between the sky and the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look to the Good, Look to the Good, be the real you and I'll be the real me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115262935867953345?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115262935867953345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115262935867953345' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115262935867953345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115262935867953345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-to-good-look-to-good.html' title='Look to the Good, Look to the Good'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115256716819633060</id><published>2006-07-10T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:32:48.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is She?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you that I see?&lt;br /&gt;She who did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Who goes beyond&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ever were&lt;br /&gt;What has become of the girl&lt;br /&gt;I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Because she is not you&lt;br /&gt;She had passion and grace&lt;br /&gt;But that look on your face&lt;br /&gt;Tells me you are not she&lt;br /&gt;The one this girl use to be&lt;br /&gt;The laughter has faded&lt;br /&gt;&amp; feeling is numb&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel something&lt;br /&gt;But it cannot be done&lt;br /&gt;Speak to her&lt;br /&gt;Tell her lies&lt;br /&gt;As everything in her suddenly dies&lt;br /&gt;Listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Before thoughts overtake words&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left of her&lt;br /&gt;It's all grey&lt;br /&gt;Hardly anything at all to say&lt;br /&gt;She's not herself&lt;br /&gt;She's transforming into who they want&lt;br /&gt;Comfort is still not found&lt;br /&gt;Through it all she crawls&lt;br /&gt;Because fear is what holds her down&lt;br /&gt;The sound as people are talking all around&lt;br /&gt;It's not heard&lt;br /&gt;As she wakes at the beginning of her day&lt;br /&gt;She thinks if only her mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Could be taken away&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it all could be different&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she misses it&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes do not show the life&lt;br /&gt;The way it use to be&lt;br /&gt;She wants to drive all night&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; pleads to be free&lt;br /&gt;From something in her life that cannot be seen&lt;br /&gt;She has asked for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;But why won't it leave her mind&lt;br /&gt;Show her a sign&lt;br /&gt;Of what you want&lt;br /&gt;Something that could be enough&lt;br /&gt;To take away the hurt and pain&lt;br /&gt;Who's to blame?&lt;br /&gt;She isn't the same&lt;br /&gt;Save her from this mess&lt;br /&gt;She can't have anything less&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that made&lt;br /&gt;Her believe&lt;br /&gt;That she could achieve&lt;br /&gt;&amp; feel everything&lt;br /&gt;The one who danced with her in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The one who would act insane&lt;br /&gt;She used to care&lt;br /&gt;She used to be there&lt;br /&gt;For the ones she loved&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore&lt;br /&gt;She just doesn't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;She's all used up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be enough&lt;br /&gt;Give her emotions back&lt;br /&gt;Let her hear the thunder&lt;br /&gt;What is this spell that she is under?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;You shattered piece of glass&lt;br /&gt;Why can't anything good last&lt;br /&gt;Who is this lonely, sad girl?&lt;br /&gt;That nobody wants around&lt;br /&gt;Figure it out&lt;br /&gt;They don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;They make you act the way&lt;br /&gt;That you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;She thinks it's fun&lt;br /&gt;Once the fun has begun&lt;br /&gt;But after it all&lt;br /&gt;She falls&lt;br /&gt;Into a perilous guilt trap&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it doesn't feel right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your up-tight&lt;br /&gt;No wait, its not right&lt;br /&gt;Then why does she feel comfort&lt;br /&gt;In things that are not&lt;br /&gt;Things that make her more lonely&lt;br /&gt;Then ever before seen&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and she shivers&lt;br /&gt;Lost in lonely dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;Make her understand&lt;br /&gt;Feel her pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave her side ever again&lt;br /&gt;She can't take the hurt&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't been here&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she can't get back&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes are clawing at the skin&lt;br /&gt;You have witnessed a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this is the part&lt;br /&gt;Where it all fades to black&lt;br /&gt;She can't change her life&lt;br /&gt;She can't change where she's at&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is there to save her&lt;br /&gt;As she falls on her knees&lt;br /&gt;She can't talk&lt;br /&gt;Because the world echos&lt;br /&gt;As she begins to fold&lt;br /&gt;The pathetic state she has sold&lt;br /&gt;Herself to&lt;br /&gt;What is left?&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess this girl is&lt;br /&gt;Lifeless is what gives&lt;br /&gt;The greyness to her skin&lt;br /&gt;Save her from doing bad&lt;br /&gt;In the comfort of sin&lt;br /&gt;She's lost it&lt;br /&gt;It's all gone&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want this&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a game&lt;br /&gt;There's a purpose&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who is to blame&lt;br /&gt;Ourselves...for not trusting the truth&lt;br /&gt;The root.&lt;br /&gt;Of what this life is all about&lt;br /&gt;Maybe doubt&lt;br /&gt;Has overidden her mind&lt;br /&gt;You sigh&lt;br /&gt;She sighs&lt;br /&gt;Both beats of the heart start to die&lt;br /&gt;What a tragic disaster&lt;br /&gt;If only they could come together&lt;br /&gt;&amp; go through it&lt;br /&gt;They might come out&lt;br /&gt;Without any doubt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; happiness could find&lt;br /&gt;A true place in their minds &amp; hearts&lt;br /&gt;That they both could find new starts&lt;br /&gt;Without the ways of the world&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no comfort found&lt;br /&gt;Only hearts being drowned&lt;br /&gt;No sound&lt;br /&gt;Save her&lt;br /&gt;She can save you&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it go on&lt;br /&gt;When you know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Her mind can't take anymore thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Thinking has bruised her soul&lt;br /&gt;She can't take anymore cliche monologues&lt;br /&gt;She's cold and it's dark&lt;br /&gt;Light the match&lt;br /&gt;To give life a new start&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end&lt;br /&gt;It is only a part&lt;br /&gt;Who is this lonely girl I see?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; why is she staring&lt;br /&gt;Right at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115256716819633060?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115256716819633060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115256716819633060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115256716819633060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115256716819633060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-is-she.html' title='Who is She?'/><author><name>natasha..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7859/2189/1600/me%20on%20railroad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115238539533940040</id><published>2006-07-08T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:03:15.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The reign of the wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soggy hands grip the moist cloth tight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the two girls in the back slack-off and start to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moist shorts and cut-off T-shirts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soapy cars and couples that flirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yelling loudly at the cars passing by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screaming at the old lady's who don't know where they are or why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun flaming down leaving tans and sunburns as he drifts about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another car passes leaving the washers in doubt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But have no fear, the parents are here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They come to give us hope that the drunk will donate instead of buying beer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now the harsh wet day has come to a close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You strip of the t-shirt and shorts and say "Couldn't wait to get off those!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This poem was stupidly dedicated to all who came to the carwash on Saturday, the 8th of July, 2006. May ye all be remembered for your stupidity, and the ability to eat lots of cici's pizza. Thank you, and good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115238539533940040?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115238539533940040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115238539533940040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115238539533940040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115238539533940040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/reign-of-wash.html' title='The reign of the wash'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115224383022037403</id><published>2006-07-06T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:43:50.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR "art"</title><content type='html'>"What do you think?", he shows me his work.&lt;br /&gt;"I think it looks fine if you're in the dark".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it pleases your eye, he doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;for him alone is why it's really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art is not a scribble, an ink blot, &lt;br /&gt;just a smear, a tittle, or dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is an interpretation of one's self.&lt;br /&gt;not just a canvas to be laid on a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself! You know how.&lt;br /&gt;though it may not get a "cool" or a "wow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not in it for others anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so why try to impress them? Tell them to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY he"art" IS a pencil, a brush, and a pad,&lt;br /&gt;but if you can't draw, please don't be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "art" does not mean a masterpiece,&lt;br /&gt;you musn't collect the world's amenities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for the knock, just open the door.&lt;br /&gt;I think you will like what life has in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It whatever way you express your heart,&lt;br /&gt;the way you live, YOUR self, this defines "art".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115224383022037403?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115224383022037403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115224383022037403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115224383022037403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115224383022037403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-art.html' title='YOUR &quot;art&quot;'/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115223426055637866</id><published>2006-07-06T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:04:20.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgiveness is givin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the way We've been livin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now he reigns inside us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115223426055637866?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115223426055637866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115223426055637866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115223426055637866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115223426055637866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/forgiveness-is-givinfrom-way-weve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115215658468095922</id><published>2006-07-05T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:29:44.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>The things we say, the letters, the words,&lt;br /&gt;                        are not the things we mean inside.&lt;br /&gt;                  We never say the things we feel,&lt;br /&gt;                        what we REALLY feel, we can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  In our minds, we go through a scheme,&lt;br /&gt;                        to find our inner vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;                  But no one can see what is in our souls,&lt;br /&gt;                        what’s in our mind's eye, no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;                  So think with your mind, before your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;                        you may be more pleased by what comes out.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                  The things we say, the language, the terms,&lt;br /&gt;                        will only destroy you if uttered with haste.&lt;br /&gt;                  Think before you speak, is what they say,&lt;br /&gt;                        it will improve your grammatical taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115215658468095922?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115215658468095922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115215658468095922' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115215658468095922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115215658468095922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>jAkE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501459935743288910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__LX6xAYteCU/R-_OFGNWCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gg-G7iJ3dtA/S220/l_a7fd8f893825885d81e7a9d9f0fb7ef5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115214264468507946</id><published>2006-07-05T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:37:24.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it hurts so bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why does it feel so good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish this all made sense,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not having you here with me is tearing me up inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I can't stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how I feel about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's so hard to do when I can't even be next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does it gotta be so complicated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;//////////////////////////////////////////&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you feels so right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at the same time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing I can't have you keeps me awake at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want this to be simple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want you here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;///////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to look into your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to feel the warmth off your smiling face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then I'd truly be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now this distance between us is out of our control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm still hoping one day soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll get what I'm wishing for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115214264468507946?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115214264468507946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115214264468507946' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115214264468507946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115214264468507946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-gone.html' title='Long gone'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115213281678045184</id><published>2006-07-05T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:53:36.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of This Enterprise</title><content type='html'>Embarking on our endeavor,&lt;br /&gt;we'll try to do this together.&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it clean,&lt;br /&gt;and say nothing mean,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure God will curse this blog never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115213281678045184?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115213281678045184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115213281678045184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115213281678045184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115213281678045184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/beginning-of-this-enterprise.html' title='The Beginning of This Enterprise'/><author><name>frankcastle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459307587279090339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30658501.post-115204783054925155</id><published>2006-07-04T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:17:10.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh LORD please help me now,&lt;br /&gt;I know you can somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is slowly starting to rumble,&lt;br /&gt;As I feel my soul start to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;//////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;Lord I need your strength to get me past,&lt;br /&gt;I need you now because by myself I'll never last.&lt;br /&gt;She's leaving me and I can do nothing to repel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;My soul counts them as it sees my new stain.&lt;br /&gt;////////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me now not to break down and tear,&lt;br /&gt;The "fearless" man has now gained a fear.&lt;br /&gt;So Lord keep me going until she gets back,&lt;br /&gt;Lord keep me going, and add to me what I now Lack... LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will miss you Rebecca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30658501-115204783054925155?l=poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/feeds/115204783054925155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30658501&amp;postID=115204783054925155' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115204783054925155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30658501/posts/default/115204783054925155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-of-our-souls.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-lord-please-help-me-now-i-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14497056146084801329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/A1110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
