<?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-7069831562368829645</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:48:16.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Writing Prayers On Post It Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-5209139316106752247</id><published>2009-12-03T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:36:12.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Future.</title><content type='html'>Hey future.&lt;br /&gt;You're not ready for me,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not ready for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can see what I want,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't see what to do.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stuck in the present.&lt;br /&gt;It's a gift and a curse.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like trying to chase you&lt;br /&gt;is only making things worse.&lt;br /&gt;So hey future,&lt;br /&gt;I think we may need some time apart.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, you're somebody's present,&lt;br /&gt;and it's breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you to need me.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to see&lt;br /&gt;that I'm everything you keep trying&lt;br /&gt;to get her to be.&lt;br /&gt;But hey future.&lt;br /&gt;I understand the road.&lt;br /&gt;It goes up, it goes down,&lt;br /&gt;it has to's, it has fro's,&lt;br /&gt;one day it'll come around&lt;br /&gt;and your heart will feel home.&lt;br /&gt;guarantee that day you'll be with me.&lt;br /&gt;But you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;And hey future,&lt;br /&gt;I realize your appeal is the fact&lt;br /&gt;that I can't figure out if you're real.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll disappear.&lt;br /&gt;But I blink, and you're always still here.&lt;br /&gt;I still fear&lt;br /&gt;One day future&lt;br /&gt;that it'll be too late.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be stuck in the lies&lt;br /&gt;and the tears and the hate.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't save you from your fate.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the future of futures just isn't that great.&lt;br /&gt;Know what, future?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to get lost in this small, silly plight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll survive it&lt;br /&gt;like I survive everything else&lt;br /&gt;I'll come out, when it's done&lt;br /&gt;Knowing more of myself.&lt;br /&gt;And I meant it,&lt;br /&gt;when I told you that we should take a break&lt;br /&gt;Cus I'm really not sure how much more I can take&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;to understand you're always in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And that I'll think of you in the time we're apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-5209139316106752247?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5209139316106752247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=5209139316106752247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5209139316106752247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5209139316106752247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-future.html' title='Hey Future.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-1957246610141758974</id><published>2009-11-20T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:54:19.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits</title><content type='html'>See I put you at a distance&lt;br /&gt;told myself you were off limits&lt;br /&gt;With respect to your relationship&lt;br /&gt;And both the parties in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like her for a second&lt;br /&gt;But my instincts I neglected&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to interfere?&lt;br /&gt;I often inwardly reflected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played my own position&lt;br /&gt;Told myself I wouldn't listen&lt;br /&gt;To that silly part inside of me&lt;br /&gt;That's always on a mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Break them up. Make him your own.&lt;br /&gt;Then you won't have to be alone."&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't trade my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;For your so happy home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the clock is ticking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm laying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;And we're having conversations&lt;br /&gt;We've only had in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I'm saying all the things&lt;br /&gt;That I swear I wouldn't have said&lt;br /&gt;Because I wouldn't trade my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;For your so happy home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's a thing of the past&lt;br /&gt;You two couldn't make it last&lt;br /&gt;But she hurt you, so she's worthy of&lt;br /&gt;A swift kick in the ass&lt;br /&gt;And I'm angry thinking of the time &lt;br /&gt;We foolishly let pass&lt;br /&gt;While I wouldn't trade my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;For your so happy home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you were still unhappy&lt;br /&gt;And I was still alone&lt;br /&gt;And just when I get visions of us talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just when I get visions of us making something grow&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's back&lt;br /&gt;No, of course,&lt;br /&gt;Darling, of course I'm happy for that. &lt;br /&gt;Of course I want you to make that work&lt;br /&gt;Of course you take that chance&lt;br /&gt;You and I?&lt;br /&gt;Never in a million years would that work out&lt;br /&gt;No, you need to spend this time with her&lt;br /&gt;You've got things to figure out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I toss and turn at night&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm listless&lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly go back to distance&lt;br /&gt;But you took off the limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-1957246610141758974?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1957246610141758974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-4364398481688991482</id><published>2009-08-04T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:40:38.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>Louis Vuitton luggage&lt;br /&gt;And first class seats&lt;br /&gt;All of it means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not with me&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather take a road trip&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be boo’d up low&lt;br /&gt;Than solo fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the game don’t stop just cus I want it&lt;br /&gt;It’s the price I  pay for the road I’m on and&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, somedays, I just might call you to&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you know that I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this airport food, it just can’t feed me and&lt;br /&gt;this life is good but it ain’t easy&lt;br /&gt;These designer things, they can’t console me&lt;br /&gt;Because I need your arms to hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s like my mama told me&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be broke than lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 07.18.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-4364398481688991482?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4364398481688991482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=4364398481688991482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4364398481688991482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4364398481688991482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/08/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-4397240642256268261</id><published>2009-08-04T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:37:50.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve seen the godly fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen the tortoise win the race&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen a tree grow in the sun&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seen children born, and elders die&lt;br /&gt;Seen lovers laugh, and mourners cry&lt;br /&gt;Seen how rain clouds change the sky&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Through all the changes&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Written 08.02.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-4397240642256268261?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4397240642256268261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=4397240642256268261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4397240642256268261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4397240642256268261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-6640014961633547032</id><published>2009-07-08T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:19:23.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me Father</title><content type='html'>I posted this one on tumblr but then I was like, "uhm, duh, poetry blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;div class="copy"&gt;Forgive me Father, for I have sinned&lt;br /&gt;And have no intention of stopping.&lt;br /&gt;When the sins have piled up, I’ll call on you again&lt;br /&gt;And ask why it seems that you forgot me.&lt;br /&gt;The road to heaven is a long distance race&lt;br /&gt;And we both know I’m not much for running,&lt;br /&gt;But I pray you set for me a vigorous pace&lt;br /&gt;To stop me from what I’m becoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-6640014961633547032?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6640014961633547032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-1321553760684688738</id><published>2009-06-07T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:11:04.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you find...</title><content type='html'>I've been told&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;And I'd much rather know&lt;br /&gt;And feel pain&lt;br /&gt;Where the unknown's a calming abyss&lt;br /&gt;Besides calm, there is nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as gain is the progress of life&lt;br /&gt;Such as first love progress from a kiss&lt;br /&gt;To avoid my unnecessary strife&lt;br /&gt;I would ask you to promise me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;For I promise, I don't need to know&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on pretending&lt;br /&gt;Affections unending&lt;br /&gt;Never let your misgivings show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;That's a heartbreak you don't need to see&lt;br /&gt;Wrap me up in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on with your charms&lt;br /&gt;And leave me, in my ignorance, be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;That's an agony I couldn't stand&lt;br /&gt;Like breathing without air&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much to bare&lt;br /&gt;So supply me my only demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;It is all I will ask of you, this&lt;br /&gt;If you find you must go&lt;br /&gt;Let me be last to know&lt;br /&gt;And leave me then, at least&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-1321553760684688738?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-8139536890118571265</id><published>2009-06-05T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:58:45.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partial Pieces of Poetry</title><content type='html'>Partial pieces of poetry&lt;br /&gt;Flow through me&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Half truths indisputable&lt;br /&gt;Diminished by nothing&lt;br /&gt;Short snippets of life&lt;br /&gt;That aren't made less touching&lt;br /&gt;By their lack of length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They exude a strength&lt;br /&gt;That I cling to&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wish I could bring you&lt;br /&gt;Paragraphs and pages&lt;br /&gt;of words so sweet it changes your life&lt;br /&gt;And erases, or slows down the fast paces&lt;br /&gt;Of your never ending strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;So I give you&lt;br /&gt;Partial pieces of poetry&lt;br /&gt;That flow through me&lt;br /&gt;And hope its enough&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-8139536890118571265?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8139536890118571265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=8139536890118571265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/8139536890118571265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/8139536890118571265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/06/partial-pieces-of-poetry.html' title='Partial Pieces of Poetry'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-151871373600724547</id><published>2009-05-16T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:32:54.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contractions</title><content type='html'>I'm on one. And you have NO IDEA how hard I tried to write this poem without contractions. Ehh, no go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contractions have become commonplace&lt;br /&gt;We squeeze words together&lt;br /&gt;Because watered down language&lt;br /&gt;Is easier to manage&lt;br /&gt;And watered down people&lt;br /&gt;Must be easier to equal&lt;br /&gt;Because at my full potency&lt;br /&gt;You can't even come close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of contracting&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of squeezing so I can fit&lt;br /&gt;And I'm guilty of holding back&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of wanting so bad&lt;br /&gt;To just be part of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I forget that as a child of God&lt;br /&gt;I was born to stand out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contractions have become commonplace&lt;br /&gt;You can take it from me&lt;br /&gt;There's a beauty in the expanded word&lt;br /&gt;We don't know how to see&lt;br /&gt;And in the expanded person&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a beauty the same&lt;br /&gt;So contracting, as a person&lt;br /&gt;I won't be guilty of again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-151871373600724547?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/151871373600724547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=151871373600724547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/151871373600724547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/151871373600724547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/05/contractions.html' title='Contractions'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-672019544929028674</id><published>2009-05-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:48:06.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Logic</title><content type='html'>You're not supposed to follow it, and if you do, there's cookies at the finish line, just for you (which wasn't supposed to rhyme, I do that all the time. Dammit, see? -stops talking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a mood to write&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;It's like the same confusion&lt;br /&gt;Moves me through every day&lt;br /&gt;So I project the same illusion&lt;br /&gt;A lie in every way&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just so ashamed of losing&lt;br /&gt;That I'm afraid to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect you to understand broken logic&lt;br /&gt;It's easier if you don't&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me free to remain honest&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to my hope&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'd be if I lost it&lt;br /&gt;But like sand through an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;It gets closer and closer to gone&lt;br /&gt;I forget why I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm such a monster&lt;br /&gt;My fight with it is so constant&lt;br /&gt;To you, I just seem awkward&lt;br /&gt;That's cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you look at me&lt;br /&gt;If you could see the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;Would you see the progression&lt;br /&gt;What I've been to what I've become?&lt;br /&gt;My mouth makes the wrong impression&lt;br /&gt;I stay silent&lt;br /&gt;You just think I'm dumb&lt;br /&gt;And that's cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm inarticulate&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain the things I'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;It hurts my mouth to speak sometimes&lt;br /&gt;The pain gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;I dance around the subjects&lt;br /&gt;That make the monster upset&lt;br /&gt;And you just think I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;That's cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's cruel at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I'm at war with my own mind&lt;br /&gt;And you can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;So I can't be it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help but to sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Get mad at a world&lt;br /&gt;That left me alone in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Just a scared little girl&lt;br /&gt;With all this emotion&lt;br /&gt;And no place to hold it&lt;br /&gt;And no way to control it&lt;br /&gt;Where no words could console it&lt;br /&gt;And nothing fills the hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I'm asking for is time&lt;br /&gt;Convoluted and trapped in the words of this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Is my heart&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get it back from the page&lt;br /&gt;It'll fall apart&lt;br /&gt;The confusion that moves it&lt;br /&gt;Is it's death&lt;br /&gt;And without my hope and my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll have nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to write about a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never see&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to dream about a woman&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never be&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to follow broken logic&lt;br /&gt;Down a dead end road&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders heavy with emotion&lt;br /&gt;That I can't control&lt;br /&gt;A tortured soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-672019544929028674?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/672019544929028674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=672019544929028674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/672019544929028674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/672019544929028674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-logic.html' title='Broken Logic'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-3633005371724327857</id><published>2009-05-07T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:34:01.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>Let spectators be in love with the hero&lt;br /&gt;I'm fascinated by the alter ego&lt;br /&gt;Let them search to find the secret places we go&lt;br /&gt;When our conversations slip, dip, and whisper&lt;br /&gt;Let them strain their ears to listen&lt;br /&gt;Let them learn to pay attention&lt;br /&gt;There's a gold mine in your spirit&lt;br /&gt;that I dig for&lt;br /&gt;A richness in your essence&lt;br /&gt;that I live for&lt;br /&gt;And a safety in your presence&lt;br /&gt;Thats there's nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't give for&lt;br /&gt;Let them find it&lt;br /&gt;They've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;But they need to be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That your power is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Without the faith and grace behind it&lt;br /&gt;The pain and stakes all raised without permission&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifices made to fund the vision&lt;br /&gt;All those who have betrayed, and you've forgiven&lt;br /&gt;They shaped, and and paved your way, this life you're living&lt;br /&gt;So let them see the superman you show them&lt;br /&gt;S on your chest, wind in your cape, smile glowing&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the world decides to see&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a superman to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people come to mind when I read this. All three of them have some of the hardest hustles I've seen, ever. They'll probably never read it, but if they were too, I'd hope it'd bring a smile, even just for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-3633005371724327857?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/3633005371724327857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=3633005371724327857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/3633005371724327857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/3633005371724327857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/05/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-4465696744983424846</id><published>2009-04-26T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:44:44.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Text//The Process</title><content type='html'>This was an exercise, trying to write from a perspective other than mine. I think it came out pretty well. It flowed easy for me. It's not about anything in particular. It mirrors a common situation. Hope y'all enjoy it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gettin off the train &lt;br /&gt;and started thinking&lt;br /&gt;Kinda vague&lt;br /&gt;Like, man, I ain't heard from my girl all day&lt;br /&gt;So I started to imagine&lt;br /&gt;all the things that could've happened&lt;br /&gt;Maybe her phone got cut off&lt;br /&gt;Or she left home and just forgot it&lt;br /&gt;But jealousy got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;And brown eyes turned to green&lt;br /&gt;"What if she's off with some nigga somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Not thinkin bout me?"&lt;br /&gt;What if she decided finally that&lt;br /&gt;She's wasting time and tried to find&lt;br /&gt;A man that could be all the things&lt;br /&gt;That I just couldn't be?&lt;br /&gt;Then fear crept up from the rear&lt;br /&gt;Giddy and eager to remind&lt;br /&gt;That I never had officially claimed this woman as mine&lt;br /&gt;So, technically, if she wants to be with somebody thats fine&lt;br /&gt;(That word stabbed me in the heart though, hell no that shit wasn't fine)&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting on my couch, and just staring at the phone&lt;br /&gt;Tryna figure, should I hit her up&lt;br /&gt;Or just leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;Can't just call her in a jealous rage&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel she's my own&lt;br /&gt;Can't just tell her she can never stray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause her voice, to me, is home&lt;br /&gt;Then the realization dawned on me&lt;br /&gt;My heart started to fall&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I figured out this chick I'm calling mine&lt;br /&gt;Ain't mine at all&lt;br /&gt;And that if she didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;Well, she never had to call&lt;br /&gt;It just hit me in the head&lt;br /&gt;Like, man, she never has to call&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting, staring, stumbling&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure what to do&lt;br /&gt;As the thought of me without her&lt;br /&gt;Tries to tear my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting, staring, stumbling&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what'll happen next&lt;br /&gt;When the phone that I've been staring at rings&lt;br /&gt;Says I've got a text&lt;br /&gt;So I open it, excited, wondering what it's going to say&lt;br /&gt;"Hey love. Wanted to tell you I've been missing you all day."&lt;br /&gt;Nervous heart comes back together&lt;br /&gt;Takes a breath, and gets its wings&lt;br /&gt;Just her presence calms my soul&lt;br /&gt;And moves my mind to better things&lt;br /&gt;I'm rethinking our arrangement&lt;br /&gt;Some things, you've just gotta do&lt;br /&gt;But till then, just a response&lt;br /&gt;"Wassup my love. I missed you too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-4465696744983424846?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4465696744983424846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=4465696744983424846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4465696744983424846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4465696744983424846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-textthe-process.html' title='One Text//The Process'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-4802184710002098156</id><published>2009-04-22T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:20:37.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Mad Black Woman</title><content type='html'>Diary of a mad Black Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that always made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one who cooked the food you didn't know you had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one that cheered for you at every b ball game&lt;br /&gt;But when it was time for shout outs, you never shouted my name&lt;br /&gt;I picked up your mothers prescription, and delivered it with care&lt;br /&gt;And tried my best to convince her that you weren't passed out somewhere&lt;br /&gt;(which you were)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one that kept condoms stocked, and the strong box locked&lt;br /&gt;So when the next bitch tried to trap you, or rob you, her whole game plan got stopped&lt;br /&gt;It was me who was buying your groceries, me who was paying your bills&lt;br /&gt;Me who kept two extra blankets nearby, cus we all know how you get the chills&lt;br /&gt;Me who was taking your draws to get cleaned, the black ones you swear give you luck&lt;br /&gt;It was me who was alway beside you, when about me, you don't give a fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that this new chick you got now, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I hope this one fills you with pride&lt;br /&gt;And I hope when your world turns upside down&lt;br /&gt;That this new chick is still down to ride&lt;br /&gt;Cus when I left, the strong box was open&lt;br /&gt;And there wasn't no cash left inside&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when I left, the safe was on empty&lt;br /&gt;This paper will help me&lt;br /&gt;Dry tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! Crack poem y'all. Just jokes. It's for twin. She gave me the idea. Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS WRITTEN THE SAME DAY AS THE ONE BEFORE IT!! I'M ON A FUCKING ROLL!! Plus I'm putting like 1000 words a day into this little story I'm working on now, but y'all will never see that. Ever ever. Okay, done talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-4802184710002098156?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4802184710002098156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=4802184710002098156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4802184710002098156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4802184710002098156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/04/diary-of-mad-black-woman.html' title='Diary of a Mad Black Woman'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-3411351660492669627</id><published>2009-04-22T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:30:38.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>*Gasp* I mean, a new poem/song/thingy? In the same &lt;I&gt;MONTH?&lt;/i&gt; Its crazy right? I'm back to gospel, by the way. I needed a refresher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words for you greatness&lt;br /&gt;And I have no words for your grace&lt;br /&gt;I have no words for your faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;Which endures, day by day, day by day&lt;br /&gt;So all I can do is give glory&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is give praise&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Do your will Lord, whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm holding my heart in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'll turn my life over to you, oh God&lt;br /&gt;See me through, oh God&lt;br /&gt;And show me what I need to do, oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me pray&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray that you'll show me the way&lt;br /&gt;And I pray in your grace I will stay, oh God&lt;br /&gt;Never stray, oh God&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what I need to say, oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words for your mercy&lt;br /&gt;And there are no words for your love&lt;br /&gt;And there are no words for the perfect peace&lt;br /&gt;That you've shown me from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;So all I can do is shout thank you&lt;br /&gt;And know that you hear me somehow&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Do your will Lord, I'm starting right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm holding my heart in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'll turn my life over to you, oh God&lt;br /&gt;See me through, oh God&lt;br /&gt;And show me what I need to do, oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here me pray&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray that you'll show me the way&lt;br /&gt;And I pray in your grace I will stay, oh God&lt;br /&gt;Never stay, oh God&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what I need to say, oh God&lt;br /&gt;Oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve all the chances you've given me&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to be loved unconditionally &lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes, and I know I can't fix them now&lt;br /&gt;But you made a way through my sins and I just don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve all the good things you've planned for me&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve all the joy that you've handed me&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve all the strength you've instilled in me&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve a savior who was killed for me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more&lt;br /&gt;I want to be yours&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm holding my heart in my hands&lt;br /&gt;ANd I'l turn my life over to you, oh God&lt;br /&gt;See me through, oh God&lt;br /&gt;And show me what I need to do, Oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that you'll show me the way&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that within me you'll stay, oh God&lt;br /&gt;Never stray, oh God&lt;br /&gt;So they hear you in all that I say, oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;I relinquish myself to your plan&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I should do next&lt;br /&gt;oh God&lt;br /&gt;To expect&lt;br /&gt;oh God&lt;br /&gt;But I know that in you I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;Oh God&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma sing this. I might even record it, but I promise you, I'ma sing the devil out of this. One day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-3411351660492669627?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/3411351660492669627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=3411351660492669627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/3411351660492669627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/3411351660492669627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-4722536670537823813</id><published>2009-04-14T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:07:39.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Purity.</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know how much non rhyming poems irk me. This one pretty much made me cry though. I like it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just what I needed&lt;br /&gt;You're honesty and silence&lt;br /&gt;You're patience and compassion&lt;br /&gt;You're humor and resilience and faith&lt;br /&gt;You're just what I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent many a long night wandering the world&lt;br /&gt;i've seen stars fall&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the moon cover the sun&lt;br /&gt;I've seen hungry children&lt;br /&gt;I've seen love&lt;br /&gt;I've seen poetry in motion&lt;br /&gt;I've seen music, visible and tangible&lt;br /&gt;But never in all my many nights travels have I &lt;br /&gt;Seen anything like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a spirit that rises with such grace after falling&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a smile with such warmth&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a heart so strong regardless of trials&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen so raw a passion&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen so sharp a mind&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen so determined a will&lt;br /&gt;Never in all my many travels have I&lt;br /&gt;Seen anything like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just what I needed&lt;br /&gt;You're stars falling&lt;br /&gt;You're the moon covering the sun&lt;br /&gt;You're the hunger, ever present in children, but often missing in people&lt;br /&gt;You're love&lt;br /&gt;You're poetry in motion&lt;br /&gt;You're music, visible and tangible&lt;br /&gt;You're just what I needed&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You're purity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written about four minutes ago. Dedicated to my favorite person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-4722536670537823813?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4722536670537823813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=4722536670537823813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4722536670537823813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/4722536670537823813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/04/purity.html' title='.Purity.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-1765816937399202864</id><published>2009-03-22T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:27:24.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Got//The Discussion</title><content type='html'>*Gasp* I know, right? It's only been six weeks. This is a work in progress. I wrote it, but then I got to the mind/heart verse, and that flowed easier than any other part of the song, so I'm thinking I might expand on that part? Not sure. Whatever. He really is asleep on my phone though, muttering, too cute. I'll try to be more consistent, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sleeping on my phone&lt;br /&gt;I wish he could be closer&lt;br /&gt;His presence fills my soul&lt;br /&gt;In this war, he's my soldier&lt;br /&gt;I'll be his ride or die&lt;br /&gt;I'd die to ride beside him&lt;br /&gt;And if this love were blind&lt;br /&gt;I know he'd be my sight&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know his every thought&lt;br /&gt;Attuned to his emotions&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear him talk&lt;br /&gt;It echoes his devotion&lt;br /&gt;He's got a nasty mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny I like it&lt;br /&gt;And if this world were mine&lt;br /&gt;I'd just need him inside it&lt;br /&gt;I'd just need him inside it&lt;br /&gt;I'd just need him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've got at home&lt;br /&gt;He'll never leave me sad or lonely&lt;br /&gt;Why ever would I roam&lt;br /&gt;When that's what I've got at home?&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind says this won't last&lt;br /&gt;My heart says try and stop it&lt;br /&gt;My mind brings up my past&lt;br /&gt;My heart's long since forgot it&lt;br /&gt;My mind says take it slow&lt;br /&gt;My heart says fall in deeper&lt;br /&gt;My mind says let him go&lt;br /&gt;My heart says play for keeps&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hear his voice&lt;br /&gt;When I swear no one's speaking&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had a choice&lt;br /&gt;But my resolve is weakening&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to love him so&lt;br /&gt;It seems I have no option&lt;br /&gt;And if he had to go&lt;br /&gt;I'd move the world to stop him&lt;br /&gt;I'd move the world to stop him&lt;br /&gt;I'd move the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've got at home&lt;br /&gt;He'll never leave me sad or lonely&lt;br /&gt;Why ever would I roam&lt;br /&gt;When that's what I've got at home?&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this love were blind&lt;br /&gt;I know he'd be my sight&lt;br /&gt;And if this world were mine&lt;br /&gt;I'd just need him inside&lt;br /&gt;My mind says let him go&lt;br /&gt;My heart says he's a keeper&lt;br /&gt;My mind says let him go&lt;br /&gt;My heart says fall in deeper&lt;br /&gt;My heart says fall in deeper&lt;br /&gt;My heart says fall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 03.22.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-1765816937399202864?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1765816937399202864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=1765816937399202864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1765816937399202864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1765816937399202864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-ive-gotthe-discussion.html' title='What I&apos;ve Got//The Discussion'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-6955923303778442539</id><published>2009-02-07T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:12:00.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Have I Ever.</title><content type='html'>Seriously? Its been so long. I've got tons of stuff to put up here, I'm just scared. Lol. I don't see that changing any time soon, but you can have this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I Ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the sad conclusion that&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;I see it in places it isn't,&lt;br /&gt;In things that he said, and things that he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm desperate,&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;And is it so bad&lt;br /&gt;To just wish there was someone to hold me?&lt;br /&gt;See where I come from,&lt;br /&gt;Altruism is scarce.&lt;br /&gt;If you're male, and we're speaking,&lt;br /&gt;Then there's probably something there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was too young when I learned&lt;br /&gt;How it lessened the burn&lt;br /&gt;To pretend it was love, and not lust.&lt;br /&gt;That that brightened his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Brought wetness to my thighs,&lt;br /&gt;It was easy&lt;br /&gt;To think was just between us.&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm older&lt;br /&gt;The world, once on fire, has grown colder&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at stars, so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I've felt, so called love&lt;br /&gt;Will all melt away, and be boiled down,&lt;br /&gt;Till it blends in so well with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever known anything real&lt;br /&gt;Or have I been made so scared to feel&lt;br /&gt;That I'm numb when it comes?&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever known anything true&lt;br /&gt;Or have I been made so scared of you&lt;br /&gt;That I'll run from love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 02.07.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-6955923303778442539?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6955923303778442539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=6955923303778442539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/6955923303778442539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/6955923303778442539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-i-ever.html' title='.Have I Ever.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-5559869545764479924</id><published>2009-01-07T00:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:01:35.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>This isn't a poem, but it's been in my head for a while. I was looking for a picture that described what I was feeling at the moment and I couldn't find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find anything that depicts what it looks like when it claws at you. When it creeps up in your throat and renders you incapable of breathing without it. When it lodges itself in your heart and stops the beating. Till your head is light and you can't think straight. No breathing, no beating, no thinking, just feeling. It waits till it gets you there, to that state where all you can do is feel it. Then it takes you, then it claws at every inch of skin it can find with razor sharp talons that scrap at you, and you bleed, oh you bleed, but you don't find it as disgusting as you should. And you scream, oh God, you scream, but you can't remember if its from the pain or the pleasure because it hurts so good. And you're bleeding, and screaming, not breathing, not beating, not thinking, till finally its dark, its pulled you under, to that place where you're safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come to again, you wait for it, every muscle tensed, waiting for it to claw at your throat again. But you don't know if you're waiting to brace against it, or to embrace it. Because more than you need the air it denies you, the heart beat it steals, the thought it commandeers, you need to see the blood, and you need to hear the screams, and you need to be so exhausted from it that you just go black for awhile, and you need to come back and do it all over again, because more than anything else, you need those silent, invisible pains to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc81.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/216/5/9/ADDICTION_by_aspius.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-5559869545764479924?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5559869545764479924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=5559869545764479924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5559869545764479924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5559869545764479924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2009/01/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-505556392184332595</id><published>2008-11-20T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:21:14.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Pour Into Me.</title><content type='html'>Pour into me&lt;br /&gt;All your nothingness and nightmares&lt;br /&gt;and I'll turn them into everythings and dreams&lt;br /&gt;If you pour them into me&lt;br /&gt;I can turn your every thunderstorm to sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Turn your winter months to springtime&lt;br /&gt;Love you'll see&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to give to me&lt;br /&gt;All the things that make you toss and turn at night&lt;br /&gt;Hold to things that make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I'll make everything else right&lt;br /&gt;If you let me &lt;br /&gt;I can help you become what you're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;If you take the things that trouble you&lt;br /&gt;And pour them into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 11.20.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-505556392184332595?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/505556392184332595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=505556392184332595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/505556392184332595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/505556392184332595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/11/pour-into-me.html' title='.Pour Into Me.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-473206671679183596</id><published>2008-11-04T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:49:29.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Grown.</title><content type='html'>Wrote the poem in a nightmare. Weird, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama went away&lt;br /&gt;My mama went away&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just the other day&lt;br /&gt;My mama went away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;So now they think I'm grown&lt;br /&gt;But being grown ain't what it seems&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for dreams&lt;br /&gt;See, now I'm trying to hustle&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to grind&lt;br /&gt;Keep food on the table&lt;br /&gt;A roof o'er this head of mine&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time to cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time to pray&lt;br /&gt;Barely have the strength to make it through my day to day&lt;br /&gt;Cus see, My mama went away&lt;br /&gt;My mama went away&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just the other day&lt;br /&gt;My mama went away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;So now they think I'm grown&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm out here on my own&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess I'm grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-473206671679183596?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/473206671679183596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=473206671679183596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/473206671679183596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/473206671679183596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/11/grown.html' title='.Grown.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-7042152537035821481</id><published>2008-11-04T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:46:22.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pt 4 (the end)</title><content type='html'>my favorite out of the series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left three weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;And realized I'd forgotten how to sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;I need the company, thats why I've always got the TV on&lt;br /&gt;And my worst enemy has suddenly become the radio&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all they play is love songs&lt;br /&gt;And we all know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;Its weird now that I'm killing spiders by myself&lt;br /&gt;And going to change the light bulbs with a foot stool as my help&lt;br /&gt;And the first night? I accidentally cooked for two&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm just that used to you&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;As much as my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;This don't feel like heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Just another slice of life I finally get to partake of&lt;br /&gt;And even though you weren't my first love&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that you were my best and worst love&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to thirst, love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know passion till I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know my own strength, but now I do&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can make it through&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter what tomorrow brings&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost sure I've been through worse things&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;I left three weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;And now I find that I can finally sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;Don't need the company, so I don't have to have the TV on&lt;br /&gt;And nothing in this world could break up me and the radio&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in love with love songs&lt;br /&gt;And we all know how that goes&lt;br /&gt;I change my lightbulbs, kill my spiders by myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now, so I'm thanking you for all your help&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then, I still do cook for two&lt;br /&gt;I'm too used to being used to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 10.27.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-7042152537035821481?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/7042152537035821481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=7042152537035821481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/7042152537035821481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/7042152537035821481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/11/pt-4-end.html' title='pt 4 (the end)'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-1888797212619633344</id><published>2008-11-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:41:18.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pt 3</title><content type='html'>Super sorry, got thrown off. Three today. Pt 3, pt 4, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then another that doesn't have anything to do with anything. I also found a super old notebook full of stuff, so I might post some of that. This is my least favorite, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems like no matter how I try&lt;br /&gt;We keep getting closer to goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And whatever words I choose to say&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushing you further and further away&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the way its s'possed to be&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to spend forever here with me&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my lullabye..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea? Well you always do&lt;br /&gt;And the heartbroken always sing along with you&lt;br /&gt;So I tell myself that I'm just being strong for you&lt;br /&gt;Because thats what good women are supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Be strong for to&lt;br /&gt;'Cause times are bound to get rough&lt;br /&gt;And at some point, somebody is bound to give up&lt;br /&gt;But thats when I step in and say enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;It just wouldn't be love if it never got tough&lt;br /&gt;And even though I'm totally devoted&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say, somehow makes you feel demoted&lt;br /&gt;Like I wouldn't give the stars to have your heart&lt;br /&gt;Give up jewelry and cars to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;The main part of your life&lt;br /&gt;Cus doesn't it feel right when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Despite whatever weather&lt;br /&gt;The temperature brings&lt;br /&gt;It is as it'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 10//16//08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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3'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-1598787534111007829</id><published>2008-10-14T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:46:46.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segue way From the Series [Rainbows]</title><content type='html'>Compassion is gone&lt;br /&gt;And sympathy with it.&lt;br /&gt;I open my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just to find nothings in it.&lt;br /&gt;You think its all rainbows&lt;br /&gt;But take it from me,&lt;br /&gt;You'd prefer your nightmares&lt;br /&gt;To my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You whine and complain&lt;br /&gt;But when do you try?&lt;br /&gt;Only watching the rain&lt;br /&gt;So the sun passes by&lt;br /&gt;Powerful like a train&lt;br /&gt;Leaving tracks in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You'd realize you had rainbows&lt;br /&gt;If you opened your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm will engulf us&lt;br /&gt;And cover us all.&lt;br /&gt;The tide sweeps us up-&lt;br /&gt;How we rise, how we fall.&lt;br /&gt;But look the the rain clouds&lt;br /&gt;Yes, look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And find in life, rainbows&lt;br /&gt;As each storm goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 10.14.08&lt;br /&gt;I wrote pt 3 today but I'll post it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-1598787534111007829?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1598787534111007829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-2006635978431797696</id><published>2008-10-13T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:31:44.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pt 2</title><content type='html'>There are times I've been afraid to let the real me show,&lt;br /&gt;But you've given me the strength I need to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Everything about the time we spent together&lt;br /&gt;Made me better,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sad to say its time for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any hard feelings-&lt;br /&gt;We've had fun together really,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm looking for a little more than fun.&lt;br /&gt;So its best we don't delay it,&lt;br /&gt;And I truly hate to say it&lt;br /&gt;But my love, this time, I really have to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're telling me you'll change&lt;br /&gt;Saying you can make it better&lt;br /&gt;But I know its still the same&lt;br /&gt;Every time we get together&lt;br /&gt;We go right back to the game&lt;br /&gt;We love selfishly, we're childish&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to place the blame&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to place the blame&lt;br /&gt;And I never tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Till I want to hurt  your feelings&lt;br /&gt;Then I let emotions loose&lt;br /&gt;That'll send your mindset reeling&lt;br /&gt;What is it we find appealing&lt;br /&gt;About this sick game we play&lt;br /&gt;Always pulling us together&lt;br /&gt;When we try to walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else is there to say?&lt;br /&gt;Now i've told you that I'm leavin&lt;br /&gt;But you're begging me to stay&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have no reason&lt;br /&gt;Its the highest price I'll pay&lt;br /&gt;Staying with you is like treason&lt;br /&gt;Its my own heart I betray&lt;br /&gt;Its my own heart I betray&lt;br /&gt;But without you I feel lost&lt;br /&gt;And I fall into your web again&lt;br /&gt;I pay the highest cost&lt;br /&gt;Without thought, cause it feels heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;I give up in exhaust&lt;br /&gt;In my slumber, hear you say&lt;br /&gt;"You weren't leaving anyway"&lt;br /&gt;"You weren't leaving anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 10.13.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-2006635978431797696?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/2006635978431797696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=2006635978431797696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/2006635978431797696'/><link rel='self' 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are on his neck&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, how much loyalty can one expect&lt;br /&gt;From a boy who runs around all day&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he's a man?&lt;br /&gt;Diving in and out of pussy, trying to get all that he can.&lt;br /&gt;Living in his mama's house, trying to call himself grown&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing in his life he's accomplished on his own&lt;br /&gt;So there'd be nothing to gain, if I did decide to claim him&lt;br /&gt;He'd just be one more dependent, take my money, then go spend it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts pass faster than seconds,&lt;br /&gt;He's still touching and caressing,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm staring at the hickies on his neck.&lt;br /&gt;And it hits me like a train would&lt;br /&gt;Clearer than the light of day would&lt;br /&gt;That he's never going to give me his respect.&lt;br /&gt;Though his hands have known my thighs&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing of his mind&lt;br /&gt;And the heart that beats so fast for me now&lt;br /&gt;Really isn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our limbs become untangled&lt;br /&gt;I find I'm no longer strangled&lt;br /&gt;By the thought of leaving  what we were behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 10.11.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-5460810330837608004?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5460810330837608004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=5460810330837608004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5460810330837608004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5460810330837608004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/10/pt-1.html' title='pt 1'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-1849663340762153602</id><published>2008-10-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:59:40.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward, Wounded, Selfish, Hurt.</title><content type='html'>Been a long time, right? I know. I'll try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not expecting greatness&lt;br /&gt;Just expecting patience&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we hate this&lt;br /&gt;And still can't escape this&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you'll wait&lt;br /&gt;But then you get impatient&lt;br /&gt;'If you loved me, then you'd do this'&lt;br /&gt;Isn't motivation&lt;br /&gt;"She was just a girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;"He was just a boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;Just like all the others&lt;br /&gt;Left you disappointed&lt;br /&gt;"Not trying to compare but,&lt;br /&gt;When she touched me there, it used to-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I've upset you.&lt;br /&gt;Love, I never meant to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward and wounded and selfish and hurt&lt;br /&gt;We say what sounds "right" when the truth doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;Put love up on pedestals, place it so high&lt;br /&gt;We can't even reach it, despite how we try&lt;br /&gt;We cling to each other, claim that we need&lt;br /&gt;Then run to the next with the fastest of speeds&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something, that we'll never find&lt;br /&gt;Probably cus we've had it, and left it behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward and wounded and selfish and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling at love and praying that it works&lt;br /&gt;Awkward and wounded and selfish and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Tumbling&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 10/10/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-1849663340762153602?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1849663340762153602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=1849663340762153602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1849663340762153602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1849663340762153602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/10/awkward-wounded-selfish-hurt.html' title='Awkward, Wounded, Selfish, Hurt.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-2600082245233946735</id><published>2008-08-19T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:29:51.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Let You Go.</title><content type='html'>I was wrong, so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Led you on for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I'll go on&lt;br /&gt;Now you're finally gone.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be mad about it &lt;br /&gt;Thought I could do without it&lt;br /&gt;All the love you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Helped me stand like the air I breathe &lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame no one but myself&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;know all these tears, they just don't help&lt;br /&gt;but oh&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is cry cry&lt;br /&gt;And ask god why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the sky just fell around me&lt;br /&gt;And all of the world is gray and blue&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the world revolves without me&lt;br /&gt;If I go a day, love, without you&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the air is getting thinner&lt;br /&gt;It feels like my grip is slipping slow&lt;br /&gt;But I've never been a quitter&lt;br /&gt;So I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written today. I'm gonna youtube it when its finished. Its gonna be pretty. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-2600082245233946735?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/2600082245233946735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=2600082245233946735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/2600082245233946735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/2600082245233946735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-you-go.html' title='.Let You Go.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-5443765370951271374</id><published>2008-08-19T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:25:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Honestly Untitled.</title><content type='html'>When we began&lt;br /&gt;I saw you as so much more than a man&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;Where is that love I used to know?&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're so much farther apart&lt;br /&gt;Then we once were&lt;br /&gt;&amp; All the love I have I'm not sure you deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop the rain from falling&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop the birds from calling&lt;br /&gt;So I can't stop myself from loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the bells from ringing&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop the choirs from singing&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie to myself, so here's the truth&lt;br /&gt;Boy I can't stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us now&lt;br /&gt;You'd think we'd have finally figured it out&lt;br /&gt;But Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;Its too much fun to disagree&lt;br /&gt;Laughs turn to tears&lt;br /&gt;And "I was just joking" gets awfully serious&lt;br /&gt;But we can't stop&lt;br /&gt;Because this ride goes on whether we're strapped in or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I can't stop the rain from falling&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I can't stop the birds from calling&lt;br /&gt;So I can't stop myself from loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the bells from ringing&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can't stop the choirs from singing&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie to myself, so here's the truth&lt;br /&gt;Boy I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my heart in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And you say we can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;But we'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;Take back these lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Replace truth for all your lies&lt;br /&gt;And hellos for your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Cus I realize that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the rain from falling&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop the birds from calling&lt;br /&gt;So I can't stop myself from loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the bells from ringing&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop the choirs from singing&lt;br /&gt;I Can't lie to myself so here's the truth&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I can't stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally written like last week sometime for Jazmine Sullivan's Fearless Lyric Contest. Wrote the second verse &amp;&amp; the bridge thingy just now while I was typing it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qnCcm_IgSZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qnCcm_IgSZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the beat I'm working with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-5443765370951271374?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5443765370951271374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=5443765370951271374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5443765370951271374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5443765370951271374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/08/honestly-untitled.html' title='.Honestly Untitled.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-8823612147842309772</id><published>2008-07-24T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:07:01.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Persistent Existance.</title><content type='html'>If there were a river wide&lt;br /&gt;I'd cross it to be by your side&lt;br /&gt;If mountains towered in my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd climb them just to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me was still as pure&lt;br /&gt;As it had been the day before&lt;br /&gt;My heart would shudder, knees go weak&lt;br /&gt;To feel your touch, and hear you speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a storm should hinder me&lt;br /&gt;I'd weather it, unendingly&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand the cold, and bear the rain&lt;br /&gt;Just to be near you once again&lt;br /&gt;For days and nights pass without rest&lt;br /&gt;And hearts beat constantly in chests&lt;br /&gt;But i swear this, this small decree&lt;br /&gt;Love without you, there is no me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: I honestly don't even remember. Recently tho. What should I title it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-8823612147842309772?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8823612147842309772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=8823612147842309772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/8823612147842309772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/8823612147842309772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/07/idunno.html' title='.Persistent Existance.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-1363463037656891262</id><published>2008-07-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:06:22.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Snippet.</title><content type='html'>I am going anywhere that he goes&lt;br /&gt;And gossip follows everywhere that we go&lt;br /&gt;So people&lt;br /&gt;Save your rumors for the ignorant and feeble&lt;br /&gt;Minded&lt;br /&gt;Cus the energy behind it is misguided and deceitful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig a hole in all your drama to lay down in&lt;br /&gt;And hold your breath, cus when you look around you'll see you're drownin&lt;br /&gt;See, all that stress you're bringing him and me got you surrounded&lt;br /&gt;You were so busy clownin&lt;br /&gt;Didn't find the time to strive for higher ground and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're standing on a plateau&lt;br /&gt;So fly, and harder to hold on to than your echo&lt;br /&gt;And we will never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its not finished I'm not posting a date for when it was written. I found hella old poems the other day. I'll post em eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-1363463037656891262?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1363463037656891262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=1363463037656891262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1363463037656891262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1363463037656891262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/07/snippet.html' title='.Snippet.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-501255386986947028</id><published>2008-07-14T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:24:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Baggage.</title><content type='html'>The cards are all laid on the table&lt;br /&gt;Your baggage is still by the door&lt;br /&gt;My baggage is all in my head, in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And i know you can't take anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And you've already said you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;And that I could never let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to say that I'm worthless&lt;br /&gt;But life has no purpose if you're not around&lt;br /&gt;No one makes a sound&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling fan spins&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'll never feel heartbreak again&lt;br /&gt;If you leave&lt;br /&gt;Because this heartbreak will never end&lt;br /&gt;It'll stay on repeat like the sweetest of sins&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the melody, harmony, drumbeat and strings&lt;br /&gt;For all that we've lost, all the we could be&lt;br /&gt;And i can't help but think&lt;br /&gt;Whats the matter with me&lt;br /&gt;And i just want to scream&lt;br /&gt;Whats the matter with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mere love&lt;br /&gt;Lets go wander down memory lane&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, love&lt;br /&gt;We won't get to do it again&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so insane&lt;br /&gt;How things change&lt;br /&gt;From one way to another&lt;br /&gt;First we're loving, then fussing, then hating each other&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Weren't we?&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how that look in your eyes, it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;Cuts like knives, or worse, see&lt;br /&gt;Cus i thought that we might really be&lt;br /&gt;Something more than the last was&lt;br /&gt;Has our last chance passed us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling sweetheart, I know&lt;br /&gt;Buying time, cus I really don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I want it to work&lt;br /&gt;You tell me the truth about myself&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cus its hard&lt;br /&gt;To look at myself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Now that your love has made my vision clearer&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never see it this clearly again&lt;br /&gt;If you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let anyone in&lt;br /&gt;You should know&lt;br /&gt;That my hearts in those bags my the door&lt;br /&gt;So in leaving, you're taking it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm really trying to say is I'll miss it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 07/14/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-6987183958355677286</id><published>2008-07-03T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:04:05.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Will Work for Food for Thought.</title><content type='html'>I'm a little, lost, guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;Wings too fragile to get off the ground&lt;br /&gt;With each step that I'm taking I'm shuddering,&lt;br /&gt;Aching&lt;br /&gt;And hoping one day to be found&lt;br /&gt;I need food, I need shelter, and water&lt;br /&gt;I have love, I have life, I have hope&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me to ask, but I can't let you pass&lt;br /&gt;So I shout out and hope I don't choke&lt;br /&gt;Cus you look like a light to my darkness&lt;br /&gt;And you look like you'll show me a way&lt;br /&gt;I've been lost for so long&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give you this song&lt;br /&gt;Cus you look like you'll make it okay&lt;br /&gt;And I know I should get off your doorstep&lt;br /&gt;And I know my intrusion is rude&lt;br /&gt;But whatever you need, if I have, its agreed,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I promise I'll work for my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's to you.&lt;br /&gt;Unhypothetically&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 07/02/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-6987183958355677286?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6987183958355677286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=6987183958355677286' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>.Tonight.</title><content type='html'>When I talk to God, it usually rhymes. :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy always comes&lt;br /&gt;It always comes&lt;br /&gt;Joy always comes with morning&lt;br /&gt;But tell me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me Lord&lt;br /&gt;What I should do tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I try and pray&lt;br /&gt;I cry and pray&lt;br /&gt;For sun after this storming&lt;br /&gt;But nothing dear,&lt;br /&gt;No nothings clear&lt;br /&gt;It never turns out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I want to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Lift hands alone&lt;br /&gt;And cry to you my savior&lt;br /&gt;I pray for those&lt;br /&gt;Make ways for those&lt;br /&gt;Who hurt me oh, so much&lt;br /&gt;But how can I&lt;br /&gt;Continue trying&lt;br /&gt;to win them your favor&lt;br /&gt;When I your child&lt;br /&gt;Who'll die your child&lt;br /&gt;Am losing my own trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I want to just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for a moment&lt;br /&gt;In the sin of the moment&lt;br /&gt;And dance for a night&lt;br /&gt;In the passion of night&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cry for a moment&lt;br /&gt;In the lies of the moment&lt;br /&gt;And sleep for a night&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want do for a moment&lt;br /&gt;What I've dreamed every moment&lt;br /&gt;And live for a day&lt;br /&gt;How they live everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the bad guys always finishing first.&lt;br /&gt;But to go against you, that would hurt me the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it always comes&lt;br /&gt;If it always comes&lt;br /&gt;If Joy always comes in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll speak the words&lt;br /&gt;And repeat these words&lt;br /&gt;So I'll make it through tonight&lt;br /&gt;Since I tried and prayed&lt;br /&gt;Since I cried and prayed&lt;br /&gt;For the sun after this storming&lt;br /&gt;If its meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Then eventually&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 07/02/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-8264622847319010267?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8264622847319010267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=8264622847319010267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/8264622847319010267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/8264622847319010267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/07/tonight.html' title='.Tonight.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-5851927909661871744</id><published>2008-06-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:44:10.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Untitled.</title><content type='html'>I type better than I talk but I'm not asking you to listen&lt;br /&gt;Cus I know this is puttin you in a real awkward position&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feelin you&lt;br /&gt;From the perm in your hair down to your tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;From the laugh in your voice to when you're being hyper critical&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I don't plan on telling you&lt;br /&gt;You've got a good thing going&lt;br /&gt;Its just because I can't have you that all these feelings are growing&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should stop being all I need&lt;br /&gt;Stop taking my breath away and it'd be easier to breathe&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't captivated it'd be easier to leave&lt;br /&gt;Walk away, and find a man who was emotionally free&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Its hard for me&lt;br /&gt;Because my homewrecker tendencies&lt;br /&gt;Are telling me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;What we could do in dark rooms&lt;br /&gt;With locked doors&lt;br /&gt;We'd both sweat&lt;br /&gt;And want more&lt;br /&gt;We'd both sweat&lt;br /&gt;But not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me stop.&lt;br /&gt;This point of this poem isn't something I forgot&lt;br /&gt;Like Weezy&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know that this shit ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;And when I laugh with you&lt;br /&gt;I steel my heart from butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Its what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;To keep this thing of ours alive&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if my attitude matches my alititude&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm the lowest lady under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus I caught feelings for the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 06/25/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-5851927909661871744?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5851927909661871744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=5851927909661871744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5851927909661871744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5851927909661871744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='.Untitled.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-5323330815261836970</id><published>2008-06-25T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:38:33.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Martyr.</title><content type='html'>she said she doesn't wanna be the solution&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to breathe in all this emotional pollution&lt;br /&gt;She wants to scream but she's choking on your hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;And crying tears of all the things you've told her you can't be&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn't want to tell you that you can any longer&lt;br /&gt;She's tired of telling you that you're stronger&lt;br /&gt;Its not fair to put your hopelessness on her&lt;br /&gt;You see she's giving out love by the pound&lt;br /&gt;And when she don't get it back, she only feels let down&lt;br /&gt;But she can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Its how she steadies herself&lt;br /&gt;When her world gets topsy turvy its enough that she can help you&lt;br /&gt;To get through&lt;br /&gt;It makes her feel a little less resentful&lt;br /&gt;of all the trials that make her life a little too eventful&lt;br /&gt;But whats gonna happen when her heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; when all the drama's  too much for her to take&lt;br /&gt;Will you step up and become the one she needs&lt;br /&gt;or just turn and leave&lt;br /&gt;Honestly she yearns and bleeds&lt;br /&gt;For someone who won't just give up&lt;br /&gt;When the shit gets rough&lt;br /&gt;She's always thought that she deserved that much&lt;br /&gt;But you're proving her wrong daily&lt;br /&gt;And its driving her so crazy&lt;br /&gt;Cus the weakness she's feeling makes her feel like less of a lady&lt;br /&gt;More respectable maybe&lt;br /&gt;If she just doesn't complain&lt;br /&gt;and just does it again&lt;br /&gt;Leaves her feelings out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And plasters on a warm smile for your behalf&lt;br /&gt;Because whatever in your life you want&lt;br /&gt;She'll help you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 06/18/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-5323330815261836970?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5323330815261836970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=5323330815261836970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5323330815261836970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/5323330815261836970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/06/martyr.html' title='.Martyr.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-1802642831735661585</id><published>2008-06-25T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:36:29.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Shit Happens.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes shit happens&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like a dream&lt;br /&gt;You remember the heat and the sweat&lt;br /&gt;Not a damn thing in between&lt;br /&gt;You give it as good as you get&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a damn what it means&lt;br /&gt;As long as its hard and it wet&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a damn how it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes shit happens and it seems like a song&lt;br /&gt;As long as the rhythm is good&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a damn whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;As long as its pumping into you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a damn how long&lt;br /&gt;It could take till the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;If the stamina's strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes shit happens&lt;br /&gt;And you can't let it go&lt;br /&gt;It burns in your blood till you speed&lt;br /&gt;But you can't take it slow&lt;br /&gt;It thickens your tongue till you speak&lt;br /&gt;But you can't let em know&lt;br /&gt;It pulls at your knees till you're weak&lt;br /&gt;But you can't let it show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes shit happens&lt;br /&gt;And its clear as day&lt;br /&gt;No earthquake or hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Could shake it away&lt;br /&gt;Such things effect your body&lt;br /&gt;Even more than your mind&lt;br /&gt;Till you search your soul for an answer&lt;br /&gt;And you're shocked when you find&lt;br /&gt;That the things you once found important&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly changed&lt;br /&gt;And your once valued priorities&lt;br /&gt;Had been rearranged&lt;br /&gt;See we laugh like its hilarious&lt;br /&gt;When others go through&lt;br /&gt;But life gets a little precarious&lt;br /&gt;When shit happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written:  05/20/08&lt;!-- end content-wrapper --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-1802642831735661585?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1802642831735661585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=1802642831735661585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1802642831735661585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1802642831735661585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ending&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts paced to the beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;You talk about dreams of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I talk about dreams of today&lt;br /&gt;We talk about our dreams together&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that we’ll get in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Conflicted our love is unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Restricted our love is unshown&lt;br /&gt;And though promises sometimes broken&lt;br /&gt;Through out all our love is still known&lt;br /&gt;I reside in the inner workings of what used to be his heart&lt;br /&gt;So I’m there to put back together what he thinks has fallen apart&lt;br /&gt;And when his life seems without purpose I’m right there to get him on track&lt;br /&gt;And on nights he feels like he’s worthless&lt;br /&gt;I’m always there pulling him back&lt;br /&gt;To the scent of roses on the table&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of rain on the roof&lt;br /&gt;The rain might’ve been all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But of the roses I still have proof&lt;br /&gt;Pull you back to your chest as my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Pull you back to that voice in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Pull you back to loves dreams never ending&lt;br /&gt;Pull you back to the beat of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 04/21/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-1885043761959345281?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1885043761959345281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069831562368829645&amp;postID=1885043761959345281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1885043761959345281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069831562368829645/posts/default/1885043761959345281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/2008/06/loves-dreams-never-ending.html' title='.Loves Dreams Never Ending.'/><author><name>Shy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557970781167411009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-7466418043218524524</id><published>2008-06-25T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:32:06.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Heavenly.</title><content type='html'>It’s something closer to ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;When you’re next to me&lt;br /&gt;Like all paths led to this destiny&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try to escape it&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many tried to grab it or take it&lt;br /&gt;Away from you and I&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; we both know how hard they try&lt;br /&gt;Its still here&lt;br /&gt;We still fear&lt;br /&gt;That touch of heaven that appears&lt;br /&gt;When we’re near&lt;br /&gt;And so we try to give our hearts to others&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe they can help us gravitate away from each other&lt;br /&gt;But we still remember givin’ hickeys in the park,&lt;br /&gt;And long talks on my mothers telephone after dark&lt;br /&gt;And those walks through the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;With our love like a bulletproof vest&lt;br /&gt;Cus there was no weapon to penetrate the strength in my chest&lt;br /&gt;When I was with you&lt;br /&gt;And anything you would ask for I would give you&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a different love song of you swirling through my mental&lt;br /&gt;And when my sanity returned I’d wonder what I’d gotten into&lt;br /&gt;Cus my heart, it wasn’t in me, it was in you&lt;br /&gt;My feelings had become more than superficial&lt;br /&gt;Somethin like overnight, you turned perpetual darkness into light&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Transformed from Mr. Wright to Mr. Right&lt;br /&gt;To my delight or….wait&lt;br /&gt;Cus I now I couldn’t shake myself from my lovestruck state&lt;br /&gt;Your essence, heavy love, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I just couldn’t bear the weight&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do but shake your expectations from my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And focus on the task of moving onward, getting over&lt;br /&gt;So I took the first excuse to make this fullness in me hollow&lt;br /&gt;Boarded an evening bus and quietly told you not to follow&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you’ll still be there for me on tomorrow because&lt;br /&gt;What we have stretches over 967 miles&lt;br /&gt;Over exes and best friends and unbelievable trials&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be defined; lets call it timeless, priceless&lt;br /&gt;Legacy left behind of us like the Goddess Isis&lt;br /&gt;People still talk about us cus love shines despite us&lt;br /&gt;The feelings between us growing and in time they might just&lt;br /&gt;Overcome of us entirely, consume the strong willed&lt;br /&gt;Even when sometimes we just wish that we could not feel&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I pray to heaven, pray to god so high above&lt;br /&gt;Jesus let it be anything on earth, just not love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it’s always a step closer to ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;When you’re next to me&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I’ll just let it be&lt;br /&gt;It’s Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: 4/21/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-7466418043218524524?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/7466418043218524524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFTbQnoDtpU/SLTIrU43J_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/504pr5kPw8Q/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069831562368829645.post-8226091895181063828</id><published>2008-06-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:27:18.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.If I Ain't Got You.</title><content type='html'>Do you have a cure for this?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you have a cure, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what real love is?&lt;br /&gt;You say you do but I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;It seems I've carried you a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;It may sound selfish but myself is what&lt;br /&gt;I've really got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;Cus I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;And it tears me up inside&lt;br /&gt;No I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the tears I've cried?&lt;br /&gt;But this time I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Though my feelings haven't died&lt;br /&gt;I won't stand here any longer&lt;br /&gt;And when I move on I'll be stronger&lt;br /&gt;for not having you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take this pain away?&lt;br /&gt;Give me something for the pain my baby&lt;br /&gt;Magically explain away&lt;br /&gt;All the worries in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Cus though you say you love me I don't see it&lt;br /&gt;Not at all&lt;br /&gt;And if I stand alone I need to know&lt;br /&gt;So i won't fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus i ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;And it tears me up inside&lt;br /&gt;No I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;But this time I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Though my feelings havent' died&lt;br /&gt;I won't stand here any longer&lt;br /&gt;And when I move on i'll be stronger&lt;br /&gt;For not having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cries in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I couldn't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And the lies that I told you all the time&lt;br /&gt;So you wouldn't walk on out that door&lt;br /&gt;I'd trade it all for&lt;br /&gt;The ability to stand&lt;br /&gt;Without holding someone's hand&lt;br /&gt;And to tell the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;When I say i'm done with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having you&lt;br /&gt;Cus it tears me up inside&lt;br /&gt;No I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;But this time I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Though my feelings haven't died&lt;br /&gt;I won't stand here any longer&lt;br /&gt;And when I move on I'll be stronger&lt;br /&gt;for not having you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: Like March of '07ish sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7069831562368829645-8226091895181063828?l=writtenobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8226091895181063828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Something special is dawning&lt;br /&gt;A new era in my life&lt;br /&gt;One where maybe for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Everything can turn out right&lt;br /&gt;But before I turn to thank him&lt;br /&gt;He hits me with a blow&lt;br /&gt;Says that to finance this blessing&lt;br /&gt;I must lose someone I know&lt;br /&gt;Says that for every happy moment&lt;br /&gt;A sacrifice must be made&lt;br /&gt;And to be strong for my blessing&lt;br /&gt;Through the trial I must be brave&lt;br /&gt;And I lie&lt;br /&gt;My mouth says that I'm ready but I'm not&lt;br /&gt;And when I open my eyes again&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;everything that he just said to me&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten he was near&lt;br /&gt;Like the whole world's back to cloudy&lt;br /&gt;And was never once so clear&lt;br /&gt;i go back to writing prayers on my tiny post it note&lt;br /&gt;Until I cry so hard you'd never know the prayers that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;But even through my tears I thank him for the blessing 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