<?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-3622362</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:11:39.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a world so fragile</title><subtitle type='html'>...don't judge me by the pieces of my heart that i bear, for those are things you can't turn your back on, because i've seen you bear your's too...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-106782849339168408</id><published>2003-11-02T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:05:12.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling through these dark halls&lt;br /&gt;Walls created from scenes of life&lt;br /&gt;Haunting images rake the walls&lt;br /&gt;and moans of slashing words&lt;br /&gt;Burn in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on a stage&lt;br /&gt;where the entertainment doesnt change&lt;br /&gt;where the audience laughs and points&lt;br /&gt;At everything i do wrong&lt;br /&gt;While telling me that they'll be here for me&lt;br /&gt;Before turning around in thier seats&lt;br /&gt;to morph into a hypocrit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stand in this weak pathetic spot light&lt;br /&gt;Screaming, yelling and crying about how&lt;br /&gt;VERY SORRY I AM, HOW SORRY, HOW SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;How i can't make this better, i can't fix myself&lt;br /&gt;and thats all you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;But thats the one thing i can't do&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel beautiful, make me feel loved&lt;br /&gt;Because i dont, i never do&lt;br /&gt;I'm too needy, its not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these doors ever going to open?&lt;br /&gt;Or are they all locked? &lt;br /&gt;This hallway goes on forever it seems&lt;br /&gt;I can't break away, I can't get out&lt;br /&gt;And theres my shining light&lt;br /&gt;I can see at the end&lt;br /&gt;My everything, my love&lt;br /&gt;My reason for why I wake up each day&lt;br /&gt;But I think i'll taint that too&lt;br /&gt;I'll ruin everything perfect we have&lt;br /&gt;I break it, I'll tear it apart, dont let me&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me ruin us, dont let me break us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set this darkened hallway of hell be burned&lt;br /&gt;spare not my life, in hopes no one else is trapped&lt;br /&gt;No one  should feel this, as it gets worse everyday&lt;br /&gt;No one should hate what they see in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;how I do.  No one should love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out why, I dont really see why&lt;br /&gt;But I thank everything up there&lt;br /&gt;that I have you, you have me&lt;br /&gt;Because you are the best thing to ever happen&lt;br /&gt;You hold all the beauty in life that I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling through this corridor&lt;br /&gt;seeing is no longer a simple task&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to grasp between sadness and insanity&lt;br /&gt;This floor is so tough to grip&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are so heavy to open each day&lt;br /&gt;With this already fortold horror of an image&lt;br /&gt;awaiting me. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-106782849339168408?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106782849339168408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106782849339168408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106782849339168408' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-106472088642421161</id><published>2003-09-27T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T23:48:06.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;And..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're so naive&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;Why I got offline early&lt;br /&gt;Because i was being stabbed&lt;br /&gt;With knives of jealously&lt;br /&gt;I guess it isnt obvious to you&lt;br /&gt;That i'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;and feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes i wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you really do notice&lt;br /&gt;You just like to see it&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy in my tone&lt;br /&gt;and in everything i say&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it when i want to die&lt;br /&gt;Because she could take you away&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the fact i worry&lt;br /&gt;You wont always want me &lt;br /&gt;That i worry that one day&lt;br /&gt;You'll realize, i'm not as great&lt;br /&gt;As you seem to think i am&lt;br /&gt;But i'm just gonna go now&lt;br /&gt;and you wont seem to catch on&lt;br /&gt;that i want to burn myself alive&lt;br /&gt;when you talk about her&lt;br /&gt;And all the fun you two had&lt;br /&gt;How she made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;and the way she fixed her hair&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still hearing the things&lt;br /&gt;that you don't even say&lt;br /&gt;about how pretty she looked&lt;br /&gt;and you liked her jokes&lt;br /&gt;and how i'm not really around&lt;br /&gt;and i'm out of the way&lt;br /&gt;and she was just there tonight&lt;br /&gt;and everything was alright&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just burn in my jealous blaze&lt;br /&gt;and pretend to ignore&lt;br /&gt;and not be the jealous girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i'm leaving early&lt;br /&gt;and you wont catch on&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;i think you just dont want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-106472088642421161?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106472088642421161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106472088642421161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106472088642421161' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-106463207144819411</id><published>2003-09-26T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T23:07:51.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is just a rant that was inside my head i had to get out:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost on you&lt;br /&gt;So caught up in you&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time&lt;br /&gt;You were killing me&lt;br /&gt;And through weeks&lt;br /&gt;And months&lt;br /&gt;And days and hours&lt;br /&gt;Covered in a thousand&lt;br /&gt;What ifs, could have beens&lt;br /&gt;and maybes&lt;br /&gt;I thought and I hoped&lt;br /&gt;I cried and I failed&lt;br /&gt;I wondered and I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;That you would realize&lt;br /&gt;You were the one for me&lt;br /&gt;You would come back to me&lt;br /&gt;You'd say you were sorry&lt;br /&gt;You'd realize I did care&lt;br /&gt;You see it wasnt my fault&lt;br /&gt;Though I even thought it was&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Though I never thought i'd do it&lt;br /&gt;But they let me see&lt;br /&gt;That love isnt pain&lt;br /&gt;Love isnt tears&lt;br /&gt;I'm happier now&lt;br /&gt;Than i ever was with you&lt;br /&gt;And i've caught myself wondering&lt;br /&gt;As i've heard news of your regret&lt;br /&gt;Even though i'm not sure its true&lt;br /&gt;It still had to deal wtih you&lt;br /&gt;though i cut you from my life long ago&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;if maybe you changed back &lt;br /&gt;to the person i knew&lt;br /&gt;the person i thought i loved&lt;br /&gt;that never loved me, but said they did&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was lies.&lt;br /&gt;But i know i have thought&lt;br /&gt;"Would i turn back now"&lt;br /&gt;"would i run into his arms"&lt;br /&gt;and the more i think&lt;br /&gt;adn the more i wonder&lt;br /&gt;the more i think of my love&lt;br /&gt;the love i have now&lt;br /&gt;my REAL love&lt;br /&gt;and the more i think of going back&lt;br /&gt;running back to you&lt;br /&gt;if i ever had the chance&lt;br /&gt;the thought makes me want&lt;br /&gt;to climb furtherly into his arms&lt;br /&gt;away from you&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see you&lt;br /&gt;be near you, hear you&lt;br /&gt;feel you, deal with you&lt;br /&gt;or know you&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love for real now&lt;br /&gt;You cant take it away&lt;br /&gt;all you did was show me&lt;br /&gt;what love isnt supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;what love should never be&lt;br /&gt;and though its months later&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure you've not though once of me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping i was dead&lt;br /&gt;I still had happy thoughts towards you&lt;br /&gt;till now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're fake&lt;br /&gt;I know you're nothing&lt;br /&gt;You use people, your egotistical&lt;br /&gt;You never loved me, you lied&lt;br /&gt;you loved it when I'd cry&lt;br /&gt;You sick bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, I'm in LOVE&lt;br /&gt;and you can't take it away&lt;br /&gt;he's perfect&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;are just&lt;br /&gt;a piece of nothing&lt;br /&gt;underneath my broken&lt;br /&gt;worn out shoes&lt;br /&gt;that never even loved you&lt;br /&gt;in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-106463207144819411?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106463207144819411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106463207144819411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106463207144819411' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-106384186116194742</id><published>2003-09-17T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T19:37:40.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Miss the Most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all things I've lost&lt;br /&gt;I dont miss my mind the most&lt;br /&gt;I believe the thing I miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Is us laying on my squeaky one person bed&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our bruises&lt;br /&gt;And smiling at some plastic stars&lt;br /&gt;We found so comforting&lt;br /&gt;Just one summer ago&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt seem so long ago&lt;br /&gt;But yet again, it feels&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm living in eons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie 7:38pm 9/17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-106384186116194742?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106384186116194742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106384186116194742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106384186116194742' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-106056759714890806</id><published>2003-08-10T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T22:06:37.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Begging to Question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I lost?&lt;br /&gt;I, who helps others &lt;br /&gt;Helps others find thier ways&lt;br /&gt;Who gives advice and knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Why can I save myself?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm so able to save others&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why am I lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lose everyone?&lt;br /&gt;After I cut off my hands trying&lt;br /&gt;To hold onto them&lt;br /&gt;To keep them near&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always leave me?&lt;br /&gt;When keeping them is so vital&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why do I lose them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you see me God?&lt;br /&gt;If you are up there, why won't you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you leave me here wondering?&lt;br /&gt;Watching me falter in my paths&lt;br /&gt;Leading me to damnation&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you give me peace&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you see this pain?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why God, why dont you see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Hear me trying to scream to them&lt;br /&gt;To yell some sense to them&lt;br /&gt;I'm left mournfully singing&lt;br /&gt;In a hopeless, mute world&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they hear me&lt;br /&gt;When its so vital they do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, why don't they hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why am I lost?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lose everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you see me God?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be answered?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I crying here again?&lt;br /&gt;Fighting to heal these questions&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still trying?&lt;br /&gt;Yes please tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-106056759714890806?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106056759714890806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106056759714890806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106056759714890806' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-106056691302723395</id><published>2003-08-10T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T21:55:12.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go away&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think your gone&lt;br /&gt;You come back again&lt;br /&gt;You plague my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;You torture my existance&lt;br /&gt;If only you hadn't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Tieing me to you&lt;br /&gt;You hatred burns&lt;br /&gt;every moment of love&lt;br /&gt;you ever breathed for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of you&lt;br /&gt;makes me wilt&lt;br /&gt;To speak of you brings tears&lt;br /&gt;that sting my eyes&lt;br /&gt;as thought I'm crying blades&lt;br /&gt;that leaves scars&lt;br /&gt;Only I can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you come back&lt;br /&gt;Is it my own self-mutilating mind?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you send your soul&lt;br /&gt;to silently murder mine&lt;br /&gt;While I wish for you only happiness&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Please, just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-106056691302723395?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106056691302723395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/106056691302723395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106056691302723395' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-105987956179110459</id><published>2003-08-02T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T22:59:21.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Eyes, Little Hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little eyes, and little hands&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to match yours&lt;br /&gt;So big, so smart, so lived&lt;br /&gt;A little mind, almost like clay&lt;br /&gt;Impressionable and soft&lt;br /&gt;Beholding and loving&lt;br /&gt;An immortal picture of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those little eyes, your banners flew&lt;br /&gt;Your flags never fell down, &lt;br /&gt;You never lost a battle&lt;br /&gt;To that little one&lt;br /&gt;There was no wrong you could do&lt;br /&gt;You were perfect&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't she be the same?&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day&lt;br /&gt;Those little eyes&lt;br /&gt;Watched you drive away&lt;br /&gt;And those little hands&lt;br /&gt;Smudged the car window &lt;br /&gt;As they pressed on the glass&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to grab onto that bus&lt;br /&gt;They knew was taking you away&lt;br /&gt;But you said you'd be back&lt;br /&gt;And her little soft mind believed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its years later&lt;br /&gt;Her hands aren't so small&lt;br /&gt;Her mind not so soft&lt;br /&gt;And her immortal picture of you&lt;br /&gt;Has faded, to a unreconizable guess of time&lt;br /&gt;And she cant barely remember&lt;br /&gt;what color your flags and banners were&lt;br /&gt;That now seem to have fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She beleived you, that you'd be back&lt;br /&gt;But she'd also heard the stories&lt;br /&gt;Of how that substance got a hold of you&lt;br /&gt;How you've altered the image of you&lt;br /&gt;With a kick you needed every now and then&lt;br /&gt;That grew to everyday&lt;br /&gt;And its that little nothing in your life&lt;br /&gt;That kept you away &lt;br /&gt;What couldn't you face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;Theres still those little hands and eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking out that window&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty hands pressed to the glass&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that her idol would turn around&lt;br /&gt;That she hadn't let her down&lt;br /&gt;That you hadnt let yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Wishing, that the one she beheld the most&lt;br /&gt;And smashed her hopes down most&lt;br /&gt;Would drop that evil bottle&lt;br /&gt;And maybe come home&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have turned that car around&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying You'd be back&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't you come home one day&lt;br /&gt;Tell her that you loved her &lt;br /&gt;Even though you were gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What couldn't you face&lt;br /&gt;Was it those little eyes you saw last&lt;br /&gt;In your rearview mirror, begging you back&lt;br /&gt;Or will it be, looking into those little eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are now grown into a little woman&lt;br /&gt;And that little mind, now not so soft&lt;br /&gt;Full of memories you missed&lt;br /&gt;Just because you were so embaressed&lt;br /&gt;Because you knew, that one phone call a year&lt;br /&gt;Didn't brighten you in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;It only let her down&lt;br /&gt;When all you had to do, was show her you were real&lt;br /&gt;To make her still hold onto you&lt;br /&gt;With everything she had&lt;br /&gt;Even if she could only do it&lt;br /&gt;With little eyes and little hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-105987956179110459?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105987956179110459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105987956179110459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105987956179110459' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-105935196064779160</id><published>2003-07-27T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T20:26:00.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh look, a lovely crap story...lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-105935196064779160?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105935196064779160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105935196064779160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105935196064779160' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-105935188519298467</id><published>2003-07-27T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T20:24:45.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>	She stood tall and silent on the bridge; her dark shoulder length hair was blowing in the cool evening breeze. Twilight was falling and the stars peeked out just above the horizon where a thin stretch of light still clung to the sky. She gazed out off the large bridge she was standing on, ignoring the two-lane highway that roared a few feet behind her, holding cars full of people anxious to get home to their families. Letting go of a sigh she leaned out over the cement sides of the structure and looked underneath. A one-lane road wound itself quaintly under the bridge and into the hills a couple hundred feet below her. As she peered down she hoisted a leg onto the cement and pulled herself up into a sitting position on top of it. Her feet hung down restlessly over the side and she gave her hair a flip and gazed into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;	A million feelings were running through her head and she was losing her mind even beginning to attempt to sort them all out. Though she soon managed to focus on one thought in particular that had been reoccurring most recently.  It was a series of events that just seemed to smash into one huge, horrible feeling. &lt;br /&gt;	She was remembering Logan, with his short light brown hair and intense green eyes. He was skinny and not extremely tall but he was an amazing actor and human that just seemed different from the others. She thought of all the times they had together and all the laughs they had shared. Their first kiss rung out in her mind so loud she thought it was going to explode, her happiness then was so intense she could still almost grasp a hold of a little of it, even through her current state of despair. &lt;br /&gt;They had been cold and freezing, smashed onto a park bench shivering. They were going into a joking argument of being cold and before she knew it, he was leaning in and their argument quieted as his lips met hers. &lt;br /&gt;	She whipped her head down in anger, remembering the moment and how perfect it was, realizing how much she loathed it because she loved it so much. She’d always hold onto that memory and she knew it, and everyone time it crossed her mind it seemed to rip a piece of her heart out just like all the other thoughts.&lt;br /&gt; Her memory scanned through all the events there after but her mind paused at one of the last few happy memories she had of her dear Logan. They were lying in the grass in the park, under a huge oak tree. The shade fell over them and it helped them to escape the hot day that was surrounding them. Her head was rested on his chest as he played with her hair, both of them gazing into the sky. The two weeks before hand had been emotionally ravaging and this calm understood silence was heaven compared to the weeks of tears, shouting and frustration they had been going through in their late night phone conversations. &lt;br /&gt;“I missed this,” she whispered as she adjusted her head to look up at him. He sighed and looked down at her with his bright amazing eyes and a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;“Me too,” he replied, laying his head back down. She was so excited then, thinking of how it was all going to be okay, how nothing could possibly be wrong now. She skipped through some of that day to the very end, as they sat in the theater where Logan’s mom worked, waiting for her to take him home. They walked up on stage to turn out the lights and after he turned them out, she reached out to find him or even just his hand. But as they found each other, they wrapped up into another kiss that seemed to heal every torment that could have formed in her mind. How was she to know it would be their last and final kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Her big dark eyes began to fill with stinging tears as her mind traveled on through the series of events she was stuck on. She reached up and wiped them away, angry with herself. She lost her balance on the bridge for a few seconds, but caught it again quickly. Soon she let her mind slip back into another painful reverie…&lt;br /&gt;It was two days later; she was talking to him on the computer, her least favorite way of conversation. It was too painful for her to think of the details now. All she mainly remembered was him telling her that he didn’t love her like she thought he had but two days before and that they should really not be together anymore. Shortly after she fell to the floor and curled up into a shaking ball of tears. The one thing that kept her living was just torn away from her as violently as it ever could have been. &lt;br /&gt;The sun was fading now, there was barely any hint that day had happened at all and the stars were beginning to shine as bright as diamonds in the beautifully night painted sky. Tears were streaming down her face. Her last thoughts were only a beginning to her pain, to all the thoughts of how her friends had now left her and her family barely noticed her. She seemed to just be a floating enigma of injured and tormented feelings that no one cared to deal with any longer. She tried so hard, for so long to show everyone in her life some sort of love, but every time she did, they just turned away, hurt her, or abandoned her. Holding on seemed pointless anymore. &lt;br /&gt;She nodded as if someone had said something, but really only agreeing with herself. Holding on was pointless anymore, she thought. Holding onto these feelings, onto this hope and … she glanced down, onto this bridge. A fierce and painful idea stormed through her brain and as it sunk its dark claws into the depths of her mind, her hands seemed to loosen their grip on the cement of the bridge. &lt;br /&gt;She smiled a small, rueful smile. Logan had told her once that, even if a person he hated or just talked to for a few minutes had died, he would be devastated just because they touched his life somehow, even if only for five minutes. He would hate that he lost them and would feel a great loss. Her mind couldn’t help but celebrate the idea that if someone he used to say he loved died tragically from falling from this bridge he might realize how much she meant to him. How he really didn’t wish for her to be out of his life like he so cruelly declared but a few days ago. Maybe her “friends” would care too and her family would notice her if the cops called and told them of her demise. It all seemed to fit…&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly a realization hit her so hard, that had it been solid, could have knocked her clear off the bridge. What if he didn’t care if she was gone? What if his love had died so quickly it ended up birthed into hate?  She also thought of how, even if it did impact him, how was she to know? She’d be lost to death only hoping, just as she was now. Though there hardly seemed to be a difference between the two to her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She peered up at all the twinkling, shining stars in the sky. She’d always loved the stars and could never get over their simple and intense beauty. She sighed and let a smile slip onto her face, maybe, she thought, just maybe, it could be okay. Maybe she wanted to go on, to see another day and to hold onto her hope. She’d still live to see him smile and hear his laugh, even though he no longer acknowledged her existence, though to most that seemed a most incomprehensible idea. But, slowly she swung a leg back over to the solid side of the bridge and began to turn around to plant her other foot back onto the road. She wanted to go home and give her mother a hug, and pull out her pictures of her friends and put them back up, she was going to let things be okay. &lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly as she was twisting herself around to get back to her safe grounds, her left hand that she was gripping on with, slipped and so did her remaining foot. She screamed as her entire body slid off of the cement of the bridge and she felt the rush of the night air around her.&lt;br /&gt;She almost screamed again, but before that, a cold, razor edged thought danced through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;“It was probably going to end this way anyway,” she whispered, and she let herself fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-105935188519298467?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105935188519298467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105935188519298467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105935188519298467' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-105867024120842464</id><published>2003-07-19T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T23:04:01.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've showed me, Friends are never Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything has turned quiet&lt;br /&gt;an incomprehendible noise&lt;br /&gt;everything is coming from inside&lt;br /&gt;exactly where no one bothers to look&lt;br /&gt;from where no ones seems care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still believing old lies&lt;br /&gt;when best friends used to say&lt;br /&gt;"i'm always going to be there"&lt;br /&gt;and in times, so emotionally unstable&lt;br /&gt;is exactly when they start not to care&lt;br /&gt;when they push you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this emptyness is growing&lt;br /&gt;another pushed over edge&lt;br /&gt;the helplessness is taking control&lt;br /&gt;seething inside of my head&lt;br /&gt;incapable of being heard&lt;br /&gt;ignored until perished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing into myself&lt;br /&gt;nurturing this silence&lt;br /&gt;the silence that has broke my hearing&lt;br /&gt;and left everything so unjust&lt;br /&gt;ruining all I thought I had&lt;br /&gt;Teaching me mistrust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-105867024120842464?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105867024120842464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105867024120842464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105867024120842464' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-105865734239227872</id><published>2003-07-19T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T19:29:45.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My newest poetic movement is:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Fin-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-105865734239227872?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105865734239227872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105865734239227872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105865734239227872' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-105849578652748690</id><published>2003-07-17T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T22:36:26.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sorry everyone.....(or one person, if that) that even reads this.......this writer has gone completely blocked. No new stuff coming out of this dull brain...maybe later....hahaha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-105849578652748690?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105849578652748690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105849578652748690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105849578652748690' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-105815108101697448</id><published>2003-07-13T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T22:51:20.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank god your leaving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wood and steal have fallen&lt;br /&gt;Our pathes have been erased&lt;br /&gt;The stage now stands empty&lt;br /&gt;Quietly forgetting the play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it's recollection fades&lt;br /&gt;So does mine for you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't remember &lt;br /&gt;Everything on that stage&lt;br /&gt;That had to do with you&lt;br /&gt;Because frankly&lt;br /&gt;I dont really care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We avoided each other&lt;br /&gt;Under the stage, between scenes&lt;br /&gt;I was thouroghly surprised&lt;br /&gt;When at one party, you shared the circle&lt;br /&gt;That the poison of me, was in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to hide, I'll clearly admit&lt;br /&gt;That i was watching the clock&lt;br /&gt;Counting every minute&lt;br /&gt;Until I knew I wouldn't see you again&lt;br /&gt;Because the tension you bring&lt;br /&gt;That atmosphere of hate&lt;br /&gt;Was begining to get annoying&lt;br /&gt;A little much for me to take&lt;br /&gt;And your ego is swollen&lt;br /&gt;Pushing everything else around you&lt;br /&gt;Out of the way, to occupy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind being friends&lt;br /&gt;Or possibly seeing you again&lt;br /&gt;If I knew you'd go back, to how I know you could be&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the asshole&lt;br /&gt;That you've grown into&lt;br /&gt;That you live through near me&lt;br /&gt;But I've never been so happy&lt;br /&gt;I cant really remember&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I'm dancing&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I wont see you&lt;br /&gt;Until at least decemeber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vacummed and you tore down&lt;br /&gt;The set had fallen today&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship that could have been&lt;br /&gt;Sailed out the door&lt;br /&gt;And I smiled and realized&lt;br /&gt;I dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-105815108101697448?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105815108101697448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105815108101697448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105815108101697448' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-105676963368358268</id><published>2003-06-27T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T23:07:13.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here sits your last mission&lt;br /&gt;Conquered and disposed of&lt;br /&gt;Your expecting me to still pine over&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was so spectacular&lt;br /&gt;I know how you absolultly adore&lt;br /&gt;All this attention your pretending&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will you do&lt;br /&gt;When you discover&lt;br /&gt;That I'm so over you&lt;br /&gt;And you thought that leaving me&lt;br /&gt;That disowning me and all&lt;br /&gt;Would get me to give you&lt;br /&gt;More attention, more energy wasted&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my laughing dear&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not stupid, nor too naive&lt;br /&gt;At least not as much&lt;br /&gt;As you seem to hope and think i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do bid you good life&lt;br /&gt;Hope all goes well for you&lt;br /&gt;Though you claim not to hate me&lt;br /&gt;But cannot spare a hello&lt;br /&gt;Why should I spare a feeling&lt;br /&gt;To a selfish, arogant cause&lt;br /&gt;That does nothing but take and refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some small minded little girl&lt;br /&gt;Not a feeble minded child&lt;br /&gt;I can see you cant be good for me&lt;br /&gt;So why dent my health so harshly&lt;br /&gt;Why cry a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;When if I died, you'd be nowhere close&lt;br /&gt;To doing anything less than smiling&lt;br /&gt;At my funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dearest, dearest you&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never miss me&lt;br /&gt;You laugh at my whole being&lt;br /&gt;You'd spit at my feet if you could&lt;br /&gt;But can you look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The one you hate so dearly now&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that your happy&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and tell me&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with life&lt;br /&gt;And does it bother you to see&lt;br /&gt;That i'm okay, perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;This is what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-105676963368358268?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105676963368358268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/105676963368358268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105676963368358268' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95972047</id><published>2003-06-24T02:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T02:02:12.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stupid You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to give a toast&lt;br /&gt;To the world&lt;br /&gt;And all its faults&lt;br /&gt;That swallowed me whole&lt;br /&gt;And took away my life&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a twisted point of view&lt;br /&gt;I do really want to see myself through&lt;br /&gt;Gone, and perished &lt;br /&gt;Quieted forever, a nothing to now&lt;br /&gt;But you cant have that satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one holding the string&lt;br /&gt;Thats kept me alive at all&lt;br /&gt;You bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop faking your smiles&lt;br /&gt;Dont look at me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Dont throw me glances&lt;br /&gt;if you wont back them up&lt;br /&gt;Dont give me those blinks&lt;br /&gt;if you cant follow through&lt;br /&gt;Dont even MUTTER the words&lt;br /&gt;I love you, because I'll just say &lt;br /&gt;a great big&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you dont care that i'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Wasting away, twisting away&lt;br /&gt;into nothing&lt;br /&gt;You're taking it all&lt;br /&gt;Using it as power&lt;br /&gt;I'm so vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;And you love it&lt;br /&gt;So take it all&lt;br /&gt;and Shove it&lt;br /&gt;You prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running into phases&lt;br /&gt;I'm reeling into places&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even knew existed&lt;br /&gt;Until you lit them&lt;br /&gt;With those gorgeous eyes you have&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes I just want to dig out&lt;br /&gt;With a fork or blunt object &lt;br /&gt;Just because you lie, with every look&lt;br /&gt;And I cant take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Stop bleeding onto me&lt;br /&gt;You never cared when I bled&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never care&lt;br /&gt;You'll never even wonder&lt;br /&gt;if hey, she's making life okay&lt;br /&gt;While i sit here and worry&lt;br /&gt;if you dont smile at all&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that just pleasant&lt;br /&gt;A nice little ironic twist&lt;br /&gt;You fucking asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 3 ugliest words&lt;br /&gt;That I've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;Were none the less than&lt;br /&gt;I (dont) love (especially) you&lt;br /&gt;I read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Or inbetween the words&lt;br /&gt;The letteres, the pencil spaces&lt;br /&gt;And I realized how twisted&lt;br /&gt;You really are &lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;/center&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95972047?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95972047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95972047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95972047' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95971605</id><published>2003-06-24T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T01:50:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Dear Self&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear self&lt;br /&gt;I'm just writing to tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much I still hate you&lt;br /&gt;And how much its obvious&lt;br /&gt;You've messed this one up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear You&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much I still love you&lt;br /&gt;And how much I just hate you&lt;br /&gt;for not caring at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Self Image&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to tell you&lt;br /&gt;How twisted you are &lt;br /&gt;And how you make me hate you&lt;br /&gt;More with every pringle&lt;br /&gt;You wont eat&lt;br /&gt;Because you'll get&lt;br /&gt;much to fat&lt;br /&gt;for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear World&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I'm never writing you again&lt;br /&gt;Because you've shut me out&lt;br /&gt;And I shot down your mailbox&lt;br /&gt;So you wont get this anyway&lt;br /&gt;But I'll only laugh at you&lt;br /&gt;And your self caused loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I know this may offend you&lt;br /&gt;But I really dont give a damn&lt;br /&gt;If I cared what you really thought&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt write it all&lt;br /&gt;in the first place&lt;br /&gt;Now would I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even writing&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go straigt to screaming&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU DRIVE ME INSANE&lt;br /&gt;AND I CANT HANDLE ANOTHER MOMENT WITH YOU&lt;br /&gt;So please, do find the door&lt;br /&gt;And exit through my ears&lt;br /&gt;They're the only thing&lt;br /&gt;that could maybe take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear You&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you again&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt tell you last time&lt;br /&gt;How much I loved you&lt;br /&gt;How much I hated you&lt;br /&gt;This time isnt looking better&lt;br /&gt;But your mailbox is safe&lt;br /&gt;But your heart isnt&lt;br /&gt;You ate mine for brunch&lt;br /&gt;Because you were too above breakfast&lt;br /&gt;And didnt have time for lunch&lt;br /&gt;And dinner just couldnt be scheduled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Self&lt;br /&gt;Im writing to tell you&lt;br /&gt;after all of these letters&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I really&lt;br /&gt;Dont hate you so much&lt;br /&gt;I despise you, I loathe you&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill you, I'd mangle you&lt;br /&gt;But suicides a crime&lt;br /&gt;And I dont have the time&lt;br /&gt;To clean up that mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95971605?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95971605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95971605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95971605' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95906277</id><published>2003-06-21T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T22:45:04.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tried, I tripped, I failed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady always knows when to leave&lt;br /&gt;But I'm walking on dancers feet&lt;br /&gt;Bandaged and bleeding falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm limping my way out of this&lt;br /&gt;Screaming along with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been trying so hard to leave&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to let go of this&lt;br /&gt;To let go of us, but then again I cant&lt;br /&gt;When I see you lying there&lt;br /&gt;On that bench, alone, so sad&lt;br /&gt;I'll let my soul search forever&lt;br /&gt;As long as I knew it'd find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm so pathetic&lt;br /&gt;But what did you expect&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm nothing you thought I was&lt;br /&gt;I've failed in every aspect&lt;br /&gt;I tried, I tripped, I failed&lt;br /&gt;The clash echoed through us both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was on my knees begging that night&lt;br /&gt;Ask anyone around me&lt;br /&gt;My hands clasped, my eyes pleading&lt;br /&gt;whispering "please dont let him give up"&lt;br /&gt;But again most prayers are never answered&lt;br /&gt;Just as that one was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont let you be alone just yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding onto a piece of dental floss&lt;br /&gt;hanging from the mouth of a volcano&lt;br /&gt;But these broken, bandaged feet&lt;br /&gt;Can't really climb so well&lt;br /&gt;So don't be so surprised when this last pain&lt;br /&gt;Causes me to fall&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95906277?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95906277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95906277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95906277' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95906116</id><published>2003-06-21T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T22:37:20.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;But forgive me love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to stand tall&lt;br /&gt;But forgive me love&lt;br /&gt;I'm short&lt;br /&gt;You want me to let go&lt;br /&gt;But forgive me love&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied to it&lt;br /&gt;You want me to forget&lt;br /&gt;But forgive me love&lt;br /&gt;My heart is bound to it&lt;br /&gt;You want me to move on&lt;br /&gt;But forgive me love&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped here&lt;br /&gt;You want me to leave&lt;br /&gt;But forgive me love&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95906116?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95906116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95906116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95906116' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95852618</id><published>2003-06-20T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T01:17:50.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;So True&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collapsed on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Curled into a ball&lt;br /&gt;Realization stings&lt;br /&gt;When you finally figure out&lt;br /&gt;That no ones going to call&lt;br /&gt;Or try to even save you&lt;br /&gt;And thats just how it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may hurt slightly&lt;br /&gt;But does that really matter&lt;br /&gt;Compared to what your heart&lt;br /&gt;Just dealt with in 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;So whats a little more pain&lt;br /&gt;Going ot matter when it can just&lt;br /&gt;Take the big lot of it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before anything happens&lt;br /&gt;You stutter, you wonder&lt;br /&gt;Would things be different&lt;br /&gt;Could someone care&lt;br /&gt;But then its all clear&lt;br /&gt;And you fully know&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how hard&lt;br /&gt;You look at that phone&lt;br /&gt;No ones going to bother&lt;br /&gt;To even call. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95852618?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95852618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95852618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95852618' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95852550</id><published>2003-06-20T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T01:14:56.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Last Thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though now&lt;br /&gt;You dont care anymore&lt;br /&gt;You dont want to try anymore&lt;br /&gt;Should I let go or say something&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be more vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm fearless&lt;br /&gt;Except when it comes to this&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so scared&lt;br /&gt;Never been so nervous&lt;br /&gt;Never missed anyone so much&lt;br /&gt;While sitting right beside them&lt;br /&gt;Its torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have anything to say&lt;br /&gt;Thats not provocitive&lt;br /&gt;Not thats going to make us fight&lt;br /&gt;Do you even want us &lt;br /&gt;to be alright?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;Other times its&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at the cieling again&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in an ocean of&lt;br /&gt;"could have beens" and&lt;br /&gt;"should have saids" and&lt;br /&gt;"why didnt I's" because&lt;br /&gt;in the wage of war in my head&lt;br /&gt;they're the ones that won&lt;br /&gt;They're out to destroy me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;if you are too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both so miserable&lt;br /&gt;theres got to be an answer&lt;br /&gt;You must not care anymore&lt;br /&gt;that I see or I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you even realize I'm real&lt;br /&gt;do you ever remember us&lt;br /&gt;Or is that all gone for you&lt;br /&gt;Just something&lt;br /&gt;You've brushed off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;tryign to forget &lt;br /&gt;Could this possibly be plaguing you&lt;br /&gt;As I know its plagued me&lt;br /&gt;Theres an answer&lt;br /&gt;If only you would look&lt;br /&gt;But through your mean, painful and hurtful remarks&lt;br /&gt;Is there the person that i once knew&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just a noone to you&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I never thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd ever really be. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95852550?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95852550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95852550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95852550' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95739546</id><published>2003-06-16T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T23:15:16.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Well, at first I couldnt stand writing something over the poem "I'm not going to tell you" Because that was all I was feeling, and i liked that poem so much that I couldnt write anything over it. But a few minutes ago I got such an intense feeling of something that I had to write. I had to get it out. So viola! There it is.&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95739546?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95739546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95739546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95739546' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95739417</id><published>2003-06-16T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T23:13:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;This Moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, reeling&lt;br /&gt;Its a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;A tsunami&lt;br /&gt;Its crashing into the shores&lt;br /&gt;Also known as my feelings&lt;br /&gt;my heart is exploding&lt;br /&gt;A mind gone numb&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And remember we're done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have flashes&lt;br /&gt;little glances at life&lt;br /&gt;At happiness for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Where I can smile&lt;br /&gt;And I can say&lt;br /&gt;Head up girl&lt;br /&gt;You don't need him today&lt;br /&gt;Not tomorrow, not yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the clear&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll find myself&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I was your wife&lt;br /&gt;And the one that you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that soon again&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you loved&lt;br /&gt;Instead of nothing&lt;br /&gt;but another soul&lt;br /&gt;walking through the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at moments like this&lt;br /&gt;HOW I WANT TO SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;I was fine 10 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;I was 15, i was FREE&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could let go&lt;br /&gt;And I know you want me to&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm annoying&lt;br /&gt;Though you dont know my feelings&lt;br /&gt;But still if you found out&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably just want me&lt;br /&gt;Out of your life&lt;br /&gt;Even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm reeling&lt;br /&gt;Spinning and screaming&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to forget you&lt;br /&gt;The cause of this whirl ride&lt;br /&gt;And its heart tearing games&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Though at this moment&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I know&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;and dying&lt;br /&gt;spinning and falling&lt;br /&gt;loving and losing &lt;br /&gt;to no where at all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95739417?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95739417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95739417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95739417' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95639749</id><published>2003-06-13T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T15:40:14.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not going to tell you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to&lt;br /&gt;tell you how I do &lt;br /&gt;Miss you so. I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;let myself let you &lt;br /&gt;have that much power&lt;br /&gt;Over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I still want&lt;br /&gt;to marry you and have&lt;br /&gt;little minature look alikes&lt;br /&gt;of you. I still want to &lt;br /&gt;travel the world with &lt;br /&gt;you. I want to make you&lt;br /&gt;coffee in the mornings&lt;br /&gt;even though I know &lt;br /&gt;that you hate coffee. I &lt;br /&gt;know you'd never drink it&lt;br /&gt;But its the principle&lt;br /&gt;of the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to &lt;br /&gt;you like theres no&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. When I &lt;br /&gt;heard tornado sirens&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to &lt;br /&gt;hold my hand. I'll&lt;br /&gt;admit how scared&lt;br /&gt;I was. But only &lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably have&lt;br /&gt;no idea on any of &lt;br /&gt;this. And if you did&lt;br /&gt;and If you cared I'd be&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not really&lt;br /&gt;thinking you'll ever&lt;br /&gt;really know. If things&lt;br /&gt;stay how they are.&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Dont let things stay&lt;br /&gt;the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell you&lt;br /&gt;any of this. I've&lt;br /&gt;spent 30 hours with&lt;br /&gt;you and we havent&lt;br /&gt;shared a word. Its&lt;br /&gt;torture. We've shared&lt;br /&gt;glances that get &lt;br /&gt;cut as soon as they're&lt;br /&gt;matched. You have&lt;br /&gt;such pretty eyes&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing love&lt;br /&gt;in them. They seemed&lt;br /&gt;to shine brightest &lt;br /&gt;then. I shined my&lt;br /&gt;brightest then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped here&lt;br /&gt;in my mind. I'm &lt;br /&gt;left to myself to&lt;br /&gt;think and remember&lt;br /&gt;and cant help but &lt;br /&gt;wonder if you ever&lt;br /&gt;remember too. If&lt;br /&gt;you ever think of&lt;br /&gt;this too. Does it &lt;br /&gt;make you sad or&lt;br /&gt;do you miss me. I&lt;br /&gt;know I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going&lt;br /&gt;to tell you. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95639749?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95639749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95639749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95639749' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95575948</id><published>2003-06-11T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T23:49:39.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;That thing, below there, the &lt;b&gt;Alone&lt;/b&gt; item, isnt a poem...I don't know what to call it I suppose. It helped get feelings out though. Wrote it as I lay on the floor of the Academy theater, thinking too much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95575948?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95575948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95575948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95575948' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95575739</id><published>2003-06-11T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T23:47:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've never missed someone so much. It's so hard to know they don't miss me back. But slowly, yet surely, I'm going to get over him, it's already started, so I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;    But does he ever think of me? Doesnt' that eye doctor sign across from McDonalds remind him of me? When he recieves two pennies from a cashier, does he remember how I laughed and why? Does he ever wish we had Narnia back, or that cold day in March on the park bench?&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;center&gt; I know I do.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But, alas, I've already began to stop wishing for those, because I know I'll never have them again.  It's not possible. The thing is though, that I can't even  hope for future happiness with him. It's hopeless. I felt on top of the world with him. He's still flying high but I've sunk down to an unescapable hell.&lt;br /&gt;       Someone save me, I'm alone, but only he can fix that, but he won't and never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;And I dont blame him.&lt;/right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95575739?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95575739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95575739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95575739' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95406741</id><published>2003-06-07T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T12:12:52.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another smokey morning&lt;br /&gt;Rain birthed fog draping the land&lt;br /&gt;The breeze is freezing&lt;br /&gt;We're cooped up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a little warmer&lt;br /&gt;If I had you here with me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm 40 miles away&lt;br /&gt;Where I can't be reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Sun was warm, shade was cool&lt;br /&gt;Under the tree where we lay&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't have been a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each rain drop that falls&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And how happy I am&lt;br /&gt;to hear you say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go through the pain again&lt;br /&gt;Just to know I'd have yesterday&lt;br /&gt;A perfect day, with perfect you&lt;br /&gt;Though now I'm stuck, with fog and cold&lt;br /&gt;I have yesterday, I now have you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95406741?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95406741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95406741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95406741' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95321487</id><published>2003-06-05T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T07:05:50.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Where were you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;I reached to you&lt;br /&gt;Dear razor&lt;br /&gt;Savior from my pain&lt;br /&gt;Where were you &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Blade&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find you&lt;br /&gt;I reached to you&lt;br /&gt;Found you not there&lt;br /&gt;Closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And let sleep &lt;br /&gt;have me instead.&lt;br /&gt;AB  6/5/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95321487?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95321487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95321487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95321487' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95320998</id><published>2003-06-05T06:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T06:48:38.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Because of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;And its because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm worn down&lt;br /&gt;And its because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely, and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;All by you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough anymore&lt;br /&gt;And its because of you.&lt;br /&gt;AB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95320998?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95320998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95320998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95320998' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95310226</id><published>2003-06-04T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T21:56:34.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Can I Hold On&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll take you&lt;br /&gt;Before I even have the chance&lt;br /&gt;To even hold you&lt;br /&gt;See you, or talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Theres a canyon now&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween where our&lt;br /&gt;I love you's&lt;br /&gt;Used to lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer&lt;br /&gt;Can I hold on&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are slipping&lt;br /&gt;More and more &lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly I'll leave you&lt;br /&gt;Your busy, shan't disturb you&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand to be more&lt;br /&gt;annoying than I already am&lt;br /&gt;I'll quit&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt working&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another cold day in June&lt;br /&gt;Colder here, without you&lt;br /&gt;But she's keeping you warm&lt;br /&gt;With all the everythings you two have&lt;br /&gt;I wish the best for you both&lt;br /&gt;Though I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm better of knowing&lt;br /&gt;Your happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95310226?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95310226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95310226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95310226' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95173459</id><published>2003-06-01T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T22:34:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hardest Part&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my insides&lt;br /&gt;were bleeding&lt;br /&gt;There were ruby shards&lt;br /&gt;Digging into my heart&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;I swalled those pieces&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed them whole&lt;br /&gt;And I've paid the price&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've found something new&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;A world without you&lt;br /&gt;I lived here once before&lt;br /&gt;It just took me a while&lt;br /&gt;Awhile to find the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though every second I ache&lt;br /&gt;I ache to be there with you&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm surviving, I'm not yet dead&lt;br /&gt;I was close, but I pulled through&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to see the light&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I love you&lt;br /&gt;is just as I knew it seemed&lt;br /&gt;a line of false wording&lt;br /&gt;A slash through your heart&lt;br /&gt;In disguise as a bandage&lt;br /&gt;The three deadliest words around&lt;br /&gt;And I fell for them&lt;br /&gt;Believed them&lt;br /&gt;Look where I am now&lt;br /&gt;Exactly where you said&lt;br /&gt;I'd never be&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you lied&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told you&lt;br /&gt;I'd still hang on, drag on&lt;br /&gt;Behind you, holding on&lt;br /&gt;But I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;I have to, you'd never let me stay&lt;br /&gt;And when you said you were trying&lt;br /&gt;You also were pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know me, I know myself well&lt;br /&gt;and I'd still give you that chance&lt;br /&gt;Another chance to make it work&lt;br /&gt;I'm not handing it to you&lt;br /&gt;You'd have to try&lt;br /&gt;But this time I won't let you&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing up these ruby shards&lt;br /&gt;Back up onto the floor &lt;br /&gt;The floor from which I picked myself up&lt;br /&gt;off of, just a few moments before&lt;br /&gt;My insides are bleeding, they'll start healing&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to be without you&lt;br /&gt;But the hardest part is knowing&lt;br /&gt;You'll be happier without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95173459?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95173459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95173459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95173459' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-95078499</id><published>2003-05-30T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T09:11:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone again&lt;br /&gt;Going through this again&lt;br /&gt;But this time its different&lt;br /&gt;This time its over&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held on to what I could&lt;br /&gt;Listened to you&lt;br /&gt;Hoped you'd hold on to&lt;br /&gt;But you let go&lt;br /&gt;and no its over&lt;br /&gt;its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out for weeks&lt;br /&gt;You cut the string in seconds&lt;br /&gt;and let me hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding from my chest&lt;br /&gt;Where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;Before it was over&lt;br /&gt;Its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;You fell back out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;I'm on cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;with a knife in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Crying tears but smiling&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what I used to have&lt;br /&gt;And hating I wont have it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Because its over&lt;br /&gt;Its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;Now its defintaly&lt;br /&gt;And most completely&lt;br /&gt;Over&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me..&lt;br /&gt;Its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-95078499?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95078499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/95078499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95078499' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-94920959</id><published>2003-05-26T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:35:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Just Five Minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is five minutes&lt;br /&gt;Of pure happiness&lt;br /&gt;Just a sin to everything&lt;br /&gt;Is it so bad for me to have it&lt;br /&gt;But those five minutes&lt;br /&gt;Were good enough&lt;br /&gt;Because I know&lt;br /&gt;That is all that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going&lt;br /&gt;to get&lt;br /&gt;AB 5/26/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94920959?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94920959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94920959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94920959' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-94510704</id><published>2003-05-17T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T16:44:48.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ta-da&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;ta-da Still alive&lt;br /&gt;Singing along to the little mermaid&lt;br /&gt;And laughing as my chair spins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating some pez&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about things&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at lindale&lt;br /&gt;Who's now fatherless&lt;br /&gt;And humming a tune from my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is hurting&lt;br /&gt;And so was my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the first one healed&lt;br /&gt;and the seconds got a start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing my favorite hat&lt;br /&gt;Looknig at rocks that look like melons&lt;br /&gt;Getting an email from an old friend&lt;br /&gt;That lives in the town&lt;br /&gt;Where I ususally am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up here trying to survive&lt;br /&gt;Catching myself&lt;br /&gt;Escaping the stress&lt;br /&gt;Thats already hunted me down&lt;br /&gt;Looking at rose made of steel&lt;br /&gt;How fragile it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ta-da&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;And maybe its not so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep jamming to disney&lt;br /&gt;and go bake some brownies&lt;br /&gt;and make what i've got worth while&lt;br /&gt;At least...for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94510704?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94510704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94484279?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94484279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94484279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94484279' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-94483408</id><published>2003-05-16T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T23:43:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Shoot Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying, The same as I've Done&lt;br /&gt;Every night the past two FUCKING WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Your shooting me down&lt;br /&gt;I get so happy to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I get news of HER&lt;br /&gt;Of how yes, you do still love HER&lt;br /&gt;after you already knew I was insecure&lt;br /&gt;I know I asked for it&lt;br /&gt;and i FUCKING HATE MYSELF for it&lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted to DIE&lt;br /&gt;More than I have at this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all your wondering&lt;br /&gt;is "do you really think i'm worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;How can I change even if I think its not worth it&lt;br /&gt;You told me at the beggining anything with distance&lt;br /&gt;we would get through&lt;br /&gt;and its WHATS TEARING US APART&lt;br /&gt;that and my DAMN insecurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of this all&lt;br /&gt;is you dont seem to even be PHASED&lt;br /&gt;by ANY of THIS&lt;br /&gt;Your happy, your fine&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky, you have the theatre&lt;br /&gt;You have HER , cuz I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;and soon she'll have  YOU&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be more alone than&lt;br /&gt;I already AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked for all of THIS&lt;br /&gt;Every single little FUCKING TEAR&lt;br /&gt;I've never HATED myself more&lt;br /&gt;I've never missed somoene so BAD&lt;br /&gt;And having no clue whats really going in YOUR head&lt;br /&gt;KILLS me more every second&lt;br /&gt;As I think up my own ENDING&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE ME, you don't want to know about it&lt;br /&gt;In case you know...you MIGHT have wondered.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED you, I'm LOSING you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know it&lt;br /&gt;But your drifting from me MORE EVERY SECOND.&lt;br /&gt;Please come back...please? &lt;br /&gt;(breaks down crying)&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94483408?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94483408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94483408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94483408' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-94479373</id><published>2003-05-16T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T21:37:35.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Plastic Bag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;A leaf blown off its tree of security&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty, I'm hollow&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a lonely plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;Screaming in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tossed down alley ways&lt;br /&gt;Alley ways called heartbreaks&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the air&lt;br /&gt;Landing under old ladies cars&lt;br /&gt;Cars that want to crush my head&lt;br /&gt;And remind me of how&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally messed up I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the little boy waving "bye bye"&lt;br /&gt;As I up and go again&lt;br /&gt;Another new wisp, another new wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing me down&lt;br /&gt;Proving how stable I've become again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be one of those lucky bags&lt;br /&gt;The ones that find their place&lt;br /&gt;Like in a super market store&lt;br /&gt;I'd be filled with groceries&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I'd know what&lt;br /&gt;It felt like to be whole&lt;br /&gt;If only for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rattling and shaking&lt;br /&gt;Crazy insane floating&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the real world parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Just a little plastic bag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94479373?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94479373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94479373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94479373' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-94478802</id><published>2003-05-16T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T21:17:42.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I've changed&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm different&lt;br /&gt;You say its over, we're through&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever stop to think&lt;br /&gt;That maybe the reason I'm like this&lt;br /&gt;Is well.......because of you?&lt;br /&gt;9:19pm/AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This poem was written to an old friend...a used to be friend...that probably won't ever read this anyway...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94478802?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Why can't you understand...why wont you just grasp it? &lt;br /&gt;Hanigng up the phone with you, I'm throwing it at the wall&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why? Because, I'm tryign not to redial your number&lt;br /&gt;After you've told me not to call so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to dial your number and just burst into tears&lt;br /&gt;To just burst into tears and scream &lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER?! &lt;br /&gt;I just want to dial the phone&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream&lt;br /&gt;"Why?! Why can't things be like they were?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why cant you love me like you once did"&lt;br /&gt;"why can't we have that love again?"&lt;br /&gt;"wHY? WHY WHY WHY?!?" &lt;br /&gt;"Why...why can't we just be alright...why.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94363661?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94363661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94363661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94363661' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-94304406</id><published>2003-05-13T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T21:24:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sorry to the few that read this, but at this moment, I dont think I could write a poem to express the intense and utter pain and despair I'm feeling. No poem could express how much I feel like I've died...adn currently wish to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94304406?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94304406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94304406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94304406' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-94118918</id><published>2003-05-10T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T17:00:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Reaching Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what its come to be&lt;br /&gt;Everyone reaching&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me to help them&lt;br /&gt;When I'm still saving myself from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plastic bag is blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Like a tumble weed in the desert&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm relating to that blue bag&lt;br /&gt;I know its feelings, I feel its pain&lt;br /&gt;Pushed around by something it cant even see&lt;br /&gt;Tossed to nowhere it even knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to cure your tears&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fill the world with a smile&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time here I go&lt;br /&gt;falling down, strangled by my own denial&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back up, with my left leg cut off&lt;br /&gt;And my right arm dangling&lt;br /&gt;Just to drag myself over to you&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you arent crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;That the sunshine will come out&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says this could all get better&lt;br /&gt;It will, without doubt&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they're all the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who still havent figured it out&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones saying it to themselves&lt;br /&gt;Hoping its really true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to put bread&lt;br /&gt;In all these hungry hands&lt;br /&gt;But I'm turning around to find more&lt;br /&gt;More hands to feed than food I have&lt;br /&gt;More emotions to brighten &lt;br /&gt;Than happiness that I have&lt;br /&gt;But reach out to me, I'll help you&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still trying to fix me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching for the answer&lt;br /&gt;While giving advice freely&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one pinned under this table of oppression&lt;br /&gt;While helping others to be free&lt;br /&gt;But this,&lt;br /&gt;This is what it has come to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94118918?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94118918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94118918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94118918' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-94088828</id><published>2003-05-09T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T23:51:55.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vacation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation&lt;br /&gt;From everyone else, and me&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away&lt;br /&gt;From the world and humanity&lt;br /&gt;I need time to stop&lt;br /&gt;For the world to just stop turning&lt;br /&gt;I need to fade away&lt;br /&gt;Use the shadows as my blanket&lt;br /&gt;If only everything could stop&lt;br /&gt;If only everyone would stop accusing&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this would all work out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd be okay&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get away&lt;br /&gt;From everyone, everyone but you&lt;br /&gt;The one person making me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 3 weeks to see you&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt anything, I soon forgot all the torture&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you just for 3 minutes&lt;br /&gt;But now I need to get away&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your gone&lt;br /&gt;The only way for me to sort this out&lt;br /&gt;Is for this all to stop&lt;br /&gt;Well the world won't stop turning&lt;br /&gt;Not even for a second&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm just stuck here&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to every minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-94088828?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94088828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/94088828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94088828' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93963842</id><published>2003-05-07T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T22:11:20.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Crystal Prism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lonely and cold&lt;br /&gt;Crunched up in this crystal prism&lt;br /&gt;Everythings so fragile&lt;br /&gt;Anything could break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection was the goal&lt;br /&gt;I'll never reach it&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be good enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didnt talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I was to busy&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I remembering is 4 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;How i screamed, clawing at the wall&lt;br /&gt;It was all wrong, nothing was right&lt;br /&gt;I'm now teetering on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to what I have left&lt;br /&gt;Which is barely nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling broken and cant reach the glue&lt;br /&gt;I'm a glass vase needing to be stuck together&lt;br /&gt;I'm a window thats been beat down&lt;br /&gt;By a 3 year old with a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;A 3 year old with a thousand screaming faces&lt;br /&gt;All telling me I'm not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be good enough&lt;br /&gt;Theres so many shades to this prism&lt;br /&gt;So many reflections&lt;br /&gt;Which one to make happy&lt;br /&gt;They all reflect my failures&lt;br /&gt;If only triumphs could show through too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd be okay&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd finally be&lt;br /&gt;Perfect enough for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93963842?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93963842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93963842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93963842' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93902023</id><published>2003-05-06T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T22:38:31.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Forgive Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand this pain&lt;br /&gt;Every love song sang of you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm relating to heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I'm so unimportant&lt;br /&gt;Looking to be a slight something in your life&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly of me to think, I know&lt;br /&gt;that you'd want to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to have kept you from sleep&lt;br /&gt;Six days with no contact,&lt;br /&gt; thought I meant more than that&lt;br /&gt;I thought different&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sacrificing for love&lt;br /&gt;Felt on top of the world, floating&lt;br /&gt;My ideas were shattered&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and dreams marred&lt;br /&gt;To think that you'd be there&lt;br /&gt;To think that you cared&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just a negative effect&lt;br /&gt;The reasons those critics are so nit picking&lt;br /&gt;Is this love, could it be&lt;br /&gt;Or was this just another "really strong liking"&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Forgive Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93902023?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93902023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93902023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93902023' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93505209</id><published>2003-04-29T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:35:46.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stephie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;so fabulous&lt;br /&gt;thats my stephie&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has curly blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;She's in love with a jerk&lt;br /&gt;The biggest sweetheart I know&lt;br /&gt;is Stephie, my babe&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted lovely words&lt;br /&gt;Just for her&lt;br /&gt;so here they are&lt;br /&gt;Stephie's an angel&lt;br /&gt;she graces the halls&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh lights up the room&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote this poem just for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll declare how she feels&lt;br /&gt;thought it comes out like a song&lt;br /&gt;She's perfect in ever way&lt;br /&gt;Though she'll never agree&lt;br /&gt;But I wrote this poem for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls me sexy&lt;br /&gt;I call her babe&lt;br /&gt;Its our little "thang" &lt;br /&gt;No one else could understand&lt;br /&gt;And maybe thats just why&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, night Stephie&lt;br /&gt;She's off to dream a dream&lt;br /&gt;And even in the havoc of this world&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll still find time to remember me&lt;br /&gt;Stephie dearest I wuv you!&lt;br /&gt;Mwuah and Hugs to you&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93505209?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93505209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93505209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93505209' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93504311</id><published>2003-04-29T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:19:38.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So Predictable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even see her?&lt;br /&gt;Is she more than just a body&lt;br /&gt;Do Her love and her emotions&lt;br /&gt;Mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having our doubts&lt;br /&gt;we can see you, your translucent&lt;br /&gt;A hollow body full of nothing&lt;br /&gt;But hormones and disadvantages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she's pretty&lt;br /&gt;Tell her why you like her&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry all I hear&lt;br /&gt;is how you want her body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though really its no surprise&lt;br /&gt;you did just what we all knew&lt;br /&gt;you were totally going to do&lt;br /&gt;its so easy to see you play your game&lt;br /&gt;when you're so predictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been torn away from me&lt;br /&gt;Things may never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Just know it was your fault&lt;br /&gt;Just know if you hurt her&lt;br /&gt;I wont stay attatched to my shadows&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you pay, I'll make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was so funny&lt;br /&gt;you thought that I was missing you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, I don't even think about you&lt;br /&gt;She's in deep now though, I can't save her&lt;br /&gt;Until you hurt her, she's out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here for her, just like you'll never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you do have some good intent&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you've a little good in you&lt;br /&gt;But you'll still have your fun&lt;br /&gt;Be like any other man&lt;br /&gt;But we all knew what you were gonna do&lt;br /&gt;You're so predictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93504311?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93504311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93504311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93504311' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93437776</id><published>2003-04-28T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T22:11:35.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Silence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is silent&lt;br /&gt;The phone line is empty&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you hung up&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my will to do anything more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stood on the street corner&lt;br /&gt;wind blowing my hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;and all I could think of &lt;br /&gt;was when you told me&lt;br /&gt;I looked kinda pretty that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and listen to the rain,thinking&lt;br /&gt;about that time we ran outside to stand in it&lt;br /&gt;and all the times we walked and shivered in it&lt;br /&gt;I sent you that old song&lt;br /&gt;I'd kiss the rain now, if I didnt see just the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hear that music that reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;the dashboard confessional songs that scream of you&lt;br /&gt;makes me wish that I could rewind time&lt;br /&gt;because during that moment, things were more than right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at a map today&lt;br /&gt;remembered that time we got lost&lt;br /&gt;trying to find that doctors office&lt;br /&gt;laughing as we found the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the most amazing stone&lt;br /&gt;Its colors so astounding&lt;br /&gt;but they were nothing compared to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compared to me getting to look into them&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compared to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see this ugly girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;you make her sound so pretty, so perfect&lt;br /&gt;how you love her I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;she's so imperfect and torn &lt;br /&gt;searching for hope, searching for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I see makes me miss you&lt;br /&gt;That eye painted on the sign next to that office&lt;br /&gt;and the little boy looking out the window&lt;br /&gt;every little ounce of faith in me&lt;br /&gt;makes me believe you've completed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter the memories&lt;br /&gt;this worlds so quiet now&lt;br /&gt;i can't hear you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Miles away, you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here, wishing for a glance of you&lt;br /&gt;A word from you, a smile&lt;br /&gt;But I've only got the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93437776?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93437776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93437776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93437776' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93211703</id><published>2003-04-24T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T21:16:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Faces of Tragedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the distance&lt;br /&gt;So quiet, so sheltered&lt;br /&gt;Losing their minds&lt;br /&gt;Losing their faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always hard to walk alone&lt;br /&gt;They've reached the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Everything is lost now&lt;br /&gt;The last bombs have dropped now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left but broken homes&lt;br /&gt;A giant void of red and black&lt;br /&gt;The blood so tainted &lt;br /&gt;And memories gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral marches are just routine&lt;br /&gt;As the mothers wipe tears away&lt;br /&gt;and little sisters sit quietly&lt;br /&gt;Wishing brother would come home today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to you my lovely earth&lt;br /&gt;Where peace and love have never prospered&lt;br /&gt;Not for long have they held hands&lt;br /&gt;Now they're emergence is not expected&lt;br /&gt;Anger and hate is too well protected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they'll stand until they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Their lovers and brothers not coming home&lt;br /&gt;Goverments chose to fight each other&lt;br /&gt;Leaving so many all alone&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the earth scarred and hurt&lt;br /&gt;While humanity suffers its own defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93211703?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93211703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93211703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93211703' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93175808</id><published>2003-04-24T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T09:33:02.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We're alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your not something I can believe in&lt;br /&gt;Our memories are fighting&lt;br /&gt;Digging and bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Leaving an unruly aftermath&lt;br /&gt;Thats pulling us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crawling into our skin&lt;br /&gt;Its ripping out our bones&lt;br /&gt;Its stealing our breath and words&lt;br /&gt;Crying to bbe heard is useless&lt;br /&gt;When we're both alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't hold onto me&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal has pierced the last depth&lt;br /&gt;That everlasting love had lived upon&lt;br /&gt;Leaving our memories to suicide&lt;br /&gt;leaving happiness to murder&lt;br /&gt;We're alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93175808?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93175808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93175808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93175808' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93174161</id><published>2003-04-24T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T08:53:56.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is there answers in pain&lt;br /&gt;or just nothingness&lt;br /&gt;how can we hope to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93174161?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93174161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93174161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93174161' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93150097</id><published>2003-04-23T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T22:13:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Helping hand that never existed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the reasoning behind insanity&lt;br /&gt;Why they lock some people up&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my mind just hasnt been caught&lt;br /&gt;Though this gets lonely as I get burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is crippled&lt;br /&gt;A black smouldering hole in its place&lt;br /&gt;Its swalling any sign of light&lt;br /&gt;Love you've sent trying&lt;br /&gt;Has died fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this world I've sent my doubts&lt;br /&gt;You've lectured me, told me to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;Said the world would always lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;There was no hand when I was scared&lt;br /&gt;A lonely child, no way to escape&lt;br /&gt;Some other mans anger, frustration and hate&lt;br /&gt;So where was your precious world then&lt;br /&gt;When this little girl lost her dignity and pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this body left here on earth&lt;br /&gt;Is tattered, torn, wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;Smiles plastered on,  faces burning&lt;br /&gt;Crying each night, lost to my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Theres this little glimmer of faith&lt;br /&gt;That I hope for, hold onto with each breath&lt;br /&gt;Something that keeps me here, alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sew my pieces together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my shadow has wandered away&lt;br /&gt;But its like me to get lost in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Wishing peter pan could fly to me, maybe stay&lt;br /&gt;Never land never sounded so good&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why never was said&lt;br /&gt;A land where the innocent didnt get hurt&lt;br /&gt;A land where souls never got burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, just locked up tight&lt;br /&gt;a fragile mind, in a crushing fist&lt;br /&gt;Tanged in my own straight jacket&lt;br /&gt;Of emotions wripped, wrecked and ravaged&lt;br /&gt;Alone I'll stand here in this corner&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting a sign to dig myself out with&lt;br /&gt;A shimmer of anything to help this girl live&lt;br /&gt;To make her want to trust life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93150097?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93150097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93150097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93150097' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-93110688</id><published>2003-04-23T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T09:35:29.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got new stuff to put on here, but I, Zi, am to lazy, lol. I'll get it done soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-93110688?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93110688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/93110688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93110688' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-92457241</id><published>2003-04-11T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T19:58:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so heres a story I wrote about a month ago that a lot of people seemed to like... (forgive the typos that I know are going to be typed, I'll fix them later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She layed there looking at the cieling as tears silently flowed down her cheeks.  They slid past her lips that were folded into a smile.  Down on the floor next to the bed a knife lay, thrown down earlier in a hated happiness. It's silver blade still held heat from the warm thick blood that it had collected durng it's last use.&lt;br /&gt;       As time passed by she looked around the room about her. Her glazing focus stopped over at the small table next to her bed.  Her eyes fell upon a small piece of paper lying next to her lamp and after a few moments she realized what it was.  Her glace read over the phone number etched in pencil on it and the name written above that.&lt;br /&gt;    She recollected the day she'd gotten that paper quite well.  That was the day when all of this seemed to start, when her world first came crashing down.  &lt;br /&gt;  She had stumbled into him on the verge of tears and after a few moments she began to cry and he gave her a hug and patted her arm.  She'd only talked to him a few times since she'd first met him and she was grateful for the comfort he was offering. After she was done sniffling into his sweater he walked away only to return with a small piece of paper.  The one that now sat on her bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;   "Call anytime, during the day or even at 4:30am I'll answer and I'll always talk. I've been there too. Don't be scared to call," he had told her.  She took the paper and smiled a thank you as she stuffed it into her coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;     She could almost relive what she'd been thinking then, how she never thought things could get that bad and how even if somehow they did, she would use the little piece of paper and maybe things would get better.&lt;br /&gt;   As she reminissed about that thought, she smiled a rueful smile.  Now that moment had come and the phone lay on her desk not but two feet from reach.  But now, she did not intend to use that paper and she already knew it was most likely too late to save her anyway. &lt;br /&gt;    She'd always meant to find him and tell him thanks for caring that day, but she'd never gotten the chance.  She leaned over and picked up a pen off of the floor and grabbed the paper from the table. With her last bit of strength she began writing slowly and neatly on the note. Blood fell from the gashes on her arm, flowing down to her hands and dropping onto the paper as she wrote.  The small red dots almost looked like scattered tears crying over her words. She finished writing and lay back down, her strength spent.&lt;br /&gt;     She closed her eyes and unknown to the rest of the world she began to slip away.  As her breathing slowed down the last remanents of her were held in the small paper lying next to her lifeless hand. There, under his number and name were the words "Tell him I said thank you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-92457241?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92457241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92457241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92457241' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-92401729</id><published>2003-04-10T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T22:51:26.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I know you wont understand&lt;br /&gt;But I thought three years&lt;br /&gt;Meant more to you than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cant finish this,......I'm about to go curl up and cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-92401729?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92401729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92401729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92401729' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-92323492</id><published>2003-04-09T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T20:02:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hung up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang tonight&lt;br /&gt;You weren't on the other end&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;So I hung up&lt;br /&gt;   -AB 4/9/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-92323492?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92323492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92323492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92323492' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-92323380</id><published>2003-04-09T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T19:59:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Reminds Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything is fine and okay&lt;br /&gt;The sun just didn't come out today&lt;br /&gt;and you werent here, you werent around&lt;br /&gt;to light it with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;to bring the clouds down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I heard your voice&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago&lt;br /&gt;It lightened my spirits&lt;br /&gt;Made my heart grow&lt;br /&gt;It sang in its beauty&lt;br /&gt;It helped me to try&lt;br /&gt;Made love come back to me&lt;br /&gt;It looked me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I could, you know I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Right there with you, you with me&lt;br /&gt;I'd lay in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'd dream away&lt;br /&gt;Wish thats where I could always stay&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never dream, a dream so sweet&lt;br /&gt;As being with you, and you loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though the sun didnt come out today&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Since you were so far away&lt;br /&gt;I heard your voice, and it got me through&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how, I do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-92323380?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92323380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92323380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92323380' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-92019000</id><published>2003-04-04T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T21:52:48.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*grumbles* damn story....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-92019000?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92019000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92019000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92019000' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-92018650</id><published>2003-04-04T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T21:44:15.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     "Here I am again,"she thought as she tapped one unpainted fingernail on the cement stair she was sitting on. The rain was heavily falling down, draping everything in a cold, wet blanket.  A few stray droplets danced down past her eyes and mouth and her dark hair was damp and stringy, with a few random strands hanging in her face. Her coat was fighting off the water but it didn't look to be able to keep it at bay for much longer. &lt;br /&gt;    She could hear everyone inside yelling, screaming over some useless thing one of them had singled out and decided to argue about. She didn't want to go back in there, she prefered the comfort of the rain to the war torn atmosphere inside the house. The angry words floated out from inside and she cringed at every shrill cry, every raising of someones voice. When she heard the 5th crash of a dish against the wall, she couldn't take it anymore and ran off the step.&lt;br /&gt;    Into the night she walked, tired of everything and all the fighting. Water splashed around her worn sneakers and she pulled her coat tighter around her. She'd been okay with everything for awhile. It had all seemed bareable. She could ignore the fighitng at home, she could take it when it was pointed at her even. She was used to crying herself to sleep and applying make up to the bruises so nobody asked questions. But, that day, a week and a half ago, her world shattered. She saw herself relfected in a mirror of hope for only a minute before it was smashed by fates sledgehammer, causing the mirror pieces to fall over her like a rain of knives. &lt;br /&gt;    She had been in love, and she knew it.  She was wrapped in its comforting blanket and it got her through those cold, painful nights at home, or when she slept at other houses when she was kicked out. She'd lay on someone's couch wrapped in a blanket just remembering..she ad him. But, that was slashed, all of it. Her blanket torn to pieces. On a cruel, sunny day he'd met her at their favorite spot to tell her things weren't working. To tell her that it wasn't right and he needed space. To tell her, he didn't need her.  She closed her eyes at the memory, trying to shut it out.  Her tears were invisible as they mixed with the rivers of rain that were already trailing down her pale face.&lt;br /&gt;   As she walked on she realized where she was after awhile. She was in his nieghborhood, almost near his house. She must had unconciously walked there, always used to making trips up there so often. She walked towards his apartment building and looked up at the balcony that she knew belonged to his home. Her heart leapt as she looked up at it, but it sunk again into a deep sadness. &lt;br /&gt;   "He loves me, I know it...he has too," she thought and wished in her mind.  She was barely hanging onto life, her misery was taking over. She turned in disapointment and walked up to the curb. Just at that moment he walked out the door of his balcony and glanced down onto the street and saw her standing there. Regret rushed through him as he realized he did love her,and he needed her. His heart cringed as he thought of the pain he'd put her through. But just as he was about to yell to get her attention, to tell her how he felt from 6 stories up, she stepped out into the road without looking. She never saw the truck speeding over the limit directly at her. He screamed as the woman he loved and that blue speeding truck collided. He turned around in panic and back through his door to make his way down to the street.&lt;br /&gt;    It was a few minutes later. The traffic was stopped and the blue truck had met with a tree on the side of the road as the driver lost control in the sheer shock from his first impact with the girl. The truck had slid back into the road, causing a road block. The girl lay in the middle of the street her dark hair sprawled out around her in a pool of blood. &lt;br /&gt;   He reached the street, tears silently streaming down his face. He scooped her up into his arms, laying her blood soaked head into his lap, not caring about stainging his khakis.  He looked down at her with a broken heart, he knew what was happening. She looked up at him wtih a confused look, her eyes were glazed and searching frantically. &lt;br /&gt;    "Don't worry, I'm here..I'm here," he comforted her as he brushed a stray hair from her damp face.&lt;br /&gt;     "I...I...I'm sorry. I love you. I know you dont-..." she started, but he cut her off.&lt;br /&gt;     "No, no, no, No! I love you...and I'm sorry I said those things the other day. I need you, I love you. We're going to spend the rest of our lives together. Your the one for me, so I need you to stay here with me okay? Don't leave me...oh god...please dont leave me," he finished as a flood of tears erupted from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;    "I'm scared," she cried through fearful tears. "I dont want to be without you, I'll always be with you though," she stammered as her breaths got sharper and heavier.&lt;br /&gt;    "No, your going to be here..with me now. We're going to grow old together, and have little grandbabies," he told her, crying more as he leaned over and kissed her on the head.&lt;br /&gt;    "I...I love you," she whispered as her breathe ceased and her body lost the energy of the living. And the rain she found so comforting continued to fall, though failing to comfort his aching heart as he held her close to him, crying and asking why. All he could think of to say to anything or anyone, was to the rain. &lt;br /&gt;   "Why?!" he screamed up at it, "Why did you do this to me? She Loved you! She...loved you," he finished quietly as he sat there through the storm holding her body. And down, three blocks away at her home, the harsh words were broken and the screaming stopped as the phone rang with the only news that could have ever hoped to interupt it. &lt;br /&gt;   That night, the rain that had lived to be her blanket of comfort, and the love that sat along side it fought endlessly to ease the pain of those that were feeling it most that night.  And the rain clambored down on that old cement stair where she was sitting, and in the midst of it all, five words seemed to be whispered.&lt;br /&gt;   "She'll never be here again."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-92018650?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92018650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/92018650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92018650' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-91314524</id><published>2003-03-24T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T20:24:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Where you live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you&lt;br /&gt;Behind that curtain&lt;br /&gt;Crying, alone&lt;br /&gt;Won't let anyone reach you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a silent whisper&lt;br /&gt;In the mahem of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have is pretending&lt;br /&gt;That stage is where you live&lt;br /&gt;and I know you'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;cuz it holds all you have to give&lt;br /&gt;adn when I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;its under suck make up and lights&lt;br /&gt;Because acting is your home&lt;br /&gt;And that will always be so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is rendered&lt;br /&gt;Under each spotlight&lt;br /&gt;memorized speech spoken&lt;br /&gt;the same way every night&lt;br /&gt;adn we never see you laugh&lt;br /&gt;when the ghost like flickers on&lt;br /&gt;you become a shadow again&lt;br /&gt;until this show begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are trying&lt;br /&gt;to love this man behind the curtain&lt;br /&gt;but his soul is on that stage&lt;br /&gt;of its lines never tiring&lt;br /&gt;adn we'd love to dance beside him&lt;br /&gt;but he out glows the rest of us&lt;br /&gt;and to hold onto him would be useless&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have is pretending&lt;br /&gt;That stage is where you live&lt;br /&gt;and I know you'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;cuz it holds all you have to give&lt;br /&gt;adn when I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;its under suck make up and lights&lt;br /&gt;Because acting is your home&lt;br /&gt;And that will always be so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-91314524?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/91314524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/91314524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91314524' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-91028634</id><published>2003-03-19T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T21:07:17.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Trapped&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is getting smaller&lt;br /&gt;In this dark box&lt;br /&gt;In this corner&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting to get out&lt;br /&gt;But the walls are tightening&lt;br /&gt;And I'm losing strength fighting them&lt;br /&gt;Its too late to fly away&lt;br /&gt;No ones here to save me&lt;br /&gt;I guess it ends today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even worth it to scream?&lt;br /&gt;No ones around to hear&lt;br /&gt;I'm living, sadly, only really being&lt;br /&gt;This train wreck of a life has derailed&lt;br /&gt;Twice now and its going fast downhill&lt;br /&gt;Towards a racing number three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this cold stone heart torture&lt;br /&gt;With love reaching around every corner&lt;br /&gt;Its fingers cold and mutilating my soul&lt;br /&gt;Everytime it takes away its warmth &lt;br /&gt;It so falsey seemed to advertise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the windows were boarded over&lt;br /&gt;The door is nailed shut&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck alone, this time forever&lt;br /&gt;Its not looking too bright outside&lt;br /&gt;Since outside no longer exists to me&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are silent, my voice is blind&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reaching out too you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you break in for me?&lt;br /&gt;Tear this box apart for me? &lt;br /&gt;Or leave me here, another memory&lt;br /&gt;Another good time, a girl to leave&lt;br /&gt;Knights in shining armor are in short supply&lt;br /&gt;But thieves and fools are in the lot&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in here, in my head&lt;br /&gt;Inside this box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-91028634?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/91028634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/91028634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91028634' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-91026221</id><published>2003-03-19T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T20:03:38.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUST LIKE I HATE THAT POEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-91026221?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/91026221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/91026221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91026221' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-91026176</id><published>2003-03-19T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T20:02:56.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Make it stop&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt and I hate it&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop&lt;br /&gt;My tears are flowing&lt;br /&gt;and I hate it too!&lt;br /&gt;Mkae it stop&lt;br /&gt;this pain that wont go away&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-91026176?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/91026176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/91026176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91026176' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-90832550</id><published>2003-03-16T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T22:10:04.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reality is hard to grip&lt;br /&gt;But jealously is harder to control&lt;br /&gt;And I'm being irrational I know&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrible, I want you&lt;br /&gt;Want you, and for just myself&lt;br /&gt;Jealously is darker than anything else&lt;br /&gt;Its shrouding my vision&lt;br /&gt;Making my hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-90832550?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/90832550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/90832550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90832550' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-90779754</id><published>2003-03-15T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T17:51:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Flower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        As I walked down the street I breathed in the fresh, spring air. The ravages of winter still lay about, threatening to return.  The cold fingers of snow drifts creeped out into grass patches, failing to over take them on the clear, warm day.  Birds were chirping cheerily on branches and twigs in the nearby naked trees who were waiting anxiously for summer to return to them their crowns of leaves. &lt;br /&gt;       I walked on, and at that moment a small browned flower fluttered across my path. I picked it up, noticing that it was defintally last years flower. It's small fragile body was delicate but sturdy at the same time. It had endured months of savage snow fall and ice storms but still kept itself together. It was amazing that it had clung to itself so well through such hardships and still held together as it fluttered across the hard pavement of the road before I scooped it up into my hands.&lt;br /&gt;         As I peered down at this little wonder of nature, this little contradiction of itself, I admired its ability to be so delicate and breakable but still have the strength to see through such hardships.Then suddenly,  I sneezed and every little petal on that flower blew off. &lt;br /&gt;Written by AB 3/14/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-90779754?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/90779754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/90779754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90779754' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-90213807</id><published>2003-03-05T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T22:08:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each day this horizon is darkening&lt;br /&gt;And words are turned to knives&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting stabbed with whispers&lt;br /&gt;I'm clinging on for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the edge they call despair&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing at its finest&lt;br /&gt;Teetering on this verge of insanity&lt;br /&gt;Pushes dreaming into a void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is my enemy&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting myself&lt;br /&gt;in every manner possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still your so far away&lt;br /&gt;But a glimpse every other day&lt;br /&gt;Where are you when I need you&lt;br /&gt;When I feel lonely and unloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's saving me from me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so greedy, so concieted&lt;br /&gt;I need you to help me with&lt;br /&gt;the one thing I should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what its like&lt;br /&gt;The breeze of depression blowing&lt;br /&gt;Whipping my hair  into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blinding me even further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cliff it seems so high&lt;br /&gt;Higher than I thought&lt;br /&gt;Falling two feet down in frightening&lt;br /&gt;When you know the bottom is the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-90213807?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/90213807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/90213807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90213807' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-89832706</id><published>2003-02-27T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T07:00:25.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;You wanna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;And your fucked up ways&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for getting in my face&lt;br /&gt;You just wanna see me fall&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your shit&lt;br /&gt;You obviously dont want mine&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me aruond&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me&lt;br /&gt;You dont see me&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Just, fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;I'll crawl in a whole and die&lt;br /&gt;and you won't care&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you won't care&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you&lt;br /&gt;I'll find someone that does&lt;br /&gt;But you might bring them down too&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well fuck you for that&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for all this&lt;br /&gt;Go away, I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck  You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-89832706?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89832706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89832706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89832706' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-89601560</id><published>2003-02-23T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T11:07:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's another knife in my side&lt;br /&gt;A burden in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And the perfect little girl&lt;br /&gt;In my mirror has seemed to falter&lt;br /&gt;All the blood running from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Has begun to cloud my vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing I was her&lt;br /&gt;Even though your mine&lt;br /&gt;I still never see you&lt;br /&gt;She does all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealously is darker&lt;br /&gt;Than any other strength&lt;br /&gt;So weakness is breeding here&lt;br /&gt;Lessening my defense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaning on memories&lt;br /&gt;My crutches for this broken mind&lt;br /&gt;They're what gets me through&lt;br /&gt;I'll just remember&lt;br /&gt;How you smile, how you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And remember the sweetness&lt;br /&gt;of the time I saw you last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-89601560?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89601560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89601560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89601560' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-89533628</id><published>2003-02-21T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T22:45:12.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are searching&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Is burning&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;Is ending&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my time&lt;br /&gt;is spending&lt;br /&gt;My words&lt;br /&gt;are fading&lt;br /&gt;My hope&lt;br /&gt;is screaming&lt;br /&gt;My dreams&lt;br /&gt;are crying&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;is reaching&lt;br /&gt;My arms&lt;br /&gt;are fallling&lt;br /&gt;Because my need&lt;br /&gt;is growing&lt;br /&gt;My want&lt;br /&gt;is yelling&lt;br /&gt;My hands&lt;br /&gt;Are grasping&lt;br /&gt;at everything&lt;br /&gt;and mostly you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-89533628?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89533628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89533628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89533628' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-89474591</id><published>2003-02-20T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T22:50:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to pretend&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm good at this&lt;br /&gt;Like happy poetry is so simple&lt;br /&gt;I can right about bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be cliched&lt;br /&gt;and talk about the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;How the earth seems to tremble&lt;br /&gt;everytime you talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could be the same&lt;br /&gt;And talk about space and stars&lt;br /&gt;And how I swoon at your name&lt;br /&gt;But cliched is so..well, cliched&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just not that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll write you an anti generic love poem&lt;br /&gt;Origionality requested&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you how your so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Or even how I detest you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its still generic&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I just want to say I like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe the earth doesnt tremble&lt;br /&gt;But you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;And though you might not be mr. perfect&lt;br /&gt;Your jokes make me laugh anyway&lt;br /&gt;And well thats all that matters&lt;br /&gt;Is that you acutally need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres your anti generic love poem&lt;br /&gt;Thats still just quite the same&lt;br /&gt;And all I really wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;Was that I like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-89474591?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89474591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89474591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89474591' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-89200335</id><published>2003-02-16T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T21:51:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>	"Sissy?"&lt;br /&gt;	"Yeah Zac?" &lt;br /&gt;	"Whats a divorce? And why do mommy and daddy want one?" Zac questioned in a small voice as he shifted in his blankets to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;	"It means that mommy and daddy don't want to live together anymore, they don't love each other no more," Sissy replied quietly.&lt;br /&gt;	"Why is daddy so mad about everything?" Zac asked.&lt;br /&gt;	"Its cuz mommy wants him to pay Alo mony."&lt;br /&gt;	"Whats Alo mony?" &lt;br /&gt;	"Its not what its who," Sissy corrected him with her six years of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;	"Who is it then?" Zac inquired, sitting up.&lt;br /&gt;	"He's a man daddy has to give money to now that they don't love each other anymore."&lt;br /&gt;	"I don't think Mr. Alo Mony should take daddys money cuz he doesnt love mommy," Zac stated boldly.&lt;br /&gt;	"Well thats just what happens!" Sissy told him as she layed down and turned over in frustration and they laid in silence for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;	"Sissy?"&lt;br /&gt;	"Yeah Zac?"&lt;br /&gt;	"What if mommy wants a divorce from...us. What if she doesnt love us no more?"&lt;br /&gt;	"She can't do that, we're her babies, she said she'd always love us," Sissy assured him, while getting nervous herself.&lt;br /&gt;	"Cuz I love mommy, I don't want a divorce from her, and I don't have any money to give to that Alo Mony guy," Zac sniffled.&lt;br /&gt;	"You can only divorce your wife or husband Zac, so it's all okay. Now, go to sleep cuz we have to go to see the judger in the courts room tomorrow with mommy and daddy."&lt;br /&gt;	"Is he the guy with the hammer?" Zac asked anxiously. &lt;br /&gt;	"Yes Zac, now go to sleep." Sissy ordered.&lt;br /&gt;	"Sissy, I love you. Don't divorce me ever please," Zac whispered as he curled up to sleep, his small four year old body huddled under blankets.&lt;br /&gt;	"I won't Zac, I wont," Sissy said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-89200335?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89200335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/89200335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89200335' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-88738722</id><published>2003-02-07T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T21:08:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tonight I talked with the stars&lt;br /&gt;Over imagings of love and life&lt;br /&gt;They smiled and winked at me&lt;br /&gt;Telling me I'd be alright&lt;br /&gt;As they wrote your name &lt;br /&gt;And shined it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes have done the living&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks and days&lt;br /&gt;My mind and heart have wandered&lt;br /&gt;Into memories of you and me&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that causes problems&lt;br /&gt;To the issue of life at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you to say&lt;br /&gt;This little time is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Absence isnt making&lt;br /&gt;Your heart grow fonder&lt;br /&gt;Especially not for me&lt;br /&gt;Just for someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the stars grew dim&lt;br /&gt;and they're words turned to whispers&lt;br /&gt;I bid them all good morning&lt;br /&gt;And dreampt away of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-88738722?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/88738722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/88738722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88738722' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-87805899</id><published>2003-01-21T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T21:06:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so easy for me to just stare&lt;br /&gt;At your picture and at dreams&lt;br /&gt;Holding your presence, your grace&lt;br /&gt;There is no uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;On either face this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you sleep is Magic&lt;br /&gt;Your glowing with reasons&lt;br /&gt;Of fairy tales and love songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not done yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another un done one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always cold&lt;br /&gt;When your not here &lt;br /&gt;And its always quiet&lt;br /&gt;If I cant hear your laugh&lt;br /&gt;And life glows bright&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you could wait a day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another or three&lt;br /&gt;We could be together&lt;br /&gt;If only for an hour&lt;br /&gt;You'll be here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-87805899?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/87805899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/87805899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87805899' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-87036508</id><published>2003-01-06T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T21:12:08.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone is silently&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating death&lt;br /&gt;The skull upon the wall&lt;br /&gt;Must  have sparked&lt;br /&gt;This morbid enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago last tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Happiness was the trend&lt;br /&gt;But since a week ago last year&lt;br /&gt;Tragic death stood high and mighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razor blades, guns and pills&lt;br /&gt;Are all in large supply&lt;br /&gt;Industry keeps the numbers high&lt;br /&gt;So population is low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they weeding out the weak&lt;br /&gt;a genocide unto itself&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is playing Hitler&lt;br /&gt;In this judgemental holocaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In darkness they live&lt;br /&gt;Wanting and fearing death&lt;br /&gt;Inside their souls are screaming&lt;br /&gt;Jumping with unrest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pile bodies up high&lt;br /&gt;Burn them, you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Those little sinners are condemed&lt;br /&gt;To go burn in the hell you've created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch them slide down the line&lt;br /&gt;Pick out the little mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Revive the fake cheery and pretty ones&lt;br /&gt;They really do want to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week it was her daughter&lt;br /&gt;This week it was his son&lt;br /&gt;IN this army of suicide brochures&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow your kid could be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just so fair, we know&lt;br /&gt;Your life reflected in a knife&lt;br /&gt;Another soul trapped in the blade&lt;br /&gt;Cold and stained with blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she wrote her epitaph&lt;br /&gt;As she contemplated death&lt;br /&gt;Today she chose her weapon&lt;br /&gt;Along with all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-87036508?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/87036508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/87036508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87036508' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-86967335</id><published>2003-01-05T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T13:01:52.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sun's glistening&lt;br /&gt;off the feather white blanket&lt;br /&gt;snow settled here&lt;br /&gt;The tree's know nothing&lt;br /&gt;of summer's distant words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the trees know nothing&lt;br /&gt;of you and your words too&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them whispering&lt;br /&gt;in this distance filled with silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered in dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of an ice covered land of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothingness of no love, no care&lt;br /&gt;This blanket is making me cold&lt;br /&gt;But you're not here to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superheros can't bring my feelings&lt;br /&gt;for you back to this lonely city&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can save what once was&lt;br /&gt;It's gone and ruined, it died and rotted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the snow melted&lt;br /&gt;With my feelings and patience&lt;br /&gt;The blanket revealed my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and the tree's know what I've to do&lt;br /&gt;Summer's words are not so distant&lt;br /&gt;To me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-86967335?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/86967335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/86967335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86967335' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-86948532</id><published>2003-01-04T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T23:59:48.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;I'm unrested&lt;br /&gt;I'm engeryless&lt;br /&gt;I'm lethargic&lt;br /&gt;I'm bushed&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to crash&lt;br /&gt;I'm groggy&lt;br /&gt;I'm fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-86948532?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/86948532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/86948532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86948532' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-86948243</id><published>2003-01-04T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T23:52:37.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poles on snow&lt;br /&gt;His coats a pantry&lt;br /&gt;The other is the silent type&lt;br /&gt;Chair lift killers&lt;br /&gt;Twisted our ankles&lt;br /&gt;I want another frito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forest pathes&lt;br /&gt;and patient waiting&lt;br /&gt;Sore heads and ankles inflating&lt;br /&gt;Chair lift killer at our backs&lt;br /&gt;It knocked us over&lt;br /&gt;Ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguements on nothing standard&lt;br /&gt;Jumping and dare devil  deals&lt;br /&gt;Odds of winning, losing to f un&lt;br /&gt;A little unorthodox, its easy to admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then night ended&lt;br /&gt;Snow kept falling&lt;br /&gt;the clock kept ticking&lt;br /&gt;And you guys kept walking&lt;br /&gt;The fire crackled&lt;br /&gt;It ended like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-86948243?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/86948243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/86948243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86948243' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-86396651</id><published>2002-12-22T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T09:57:26.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I dreampt of orange juice&lt;br /&gt;and talking to horses too&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing that made sense&lt;br /&gt;was when i dreamed of loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have for that poem, but yeah, I seirously did dream of all those things last night, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-86396651?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/86396651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/86396651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86396651' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-85924540</id><published>2002-12-12T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T21:49:58.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everythings driving my mind insane&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering at you, blinking at your name&lt;br /&gt;The power of everything so intense&lt;br /&gt;Extreme wonderings in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;And screaming injustice&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could just end all this&lt;br /&gt;Too bad this is all my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much fury, so much misery&lt;br /&gt;Tragic anger at singed luck&lt;br /&gt;An angry fued over someones love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop attacking me, I'm so lonely&lt;br /&gt;Is life going to always be like this&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry the burden is me this time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry I dont want to call you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My minds so angry, ideas so frantic&lt;br /&gt;I cant say what i came here to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish this hole had never been made&lt;br /&gt;But what if's have only failed me before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-85924540?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/85924540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/85924540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85924540' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-85621022</id><published>2002-12-06T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T21:35:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This one is me just kind of ranting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not what it seems to be&lt;br /&gt;and niether are you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I thought was so true&lt;br /&gt;Has boldy changed to lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard for me to understand&lt;br /&gt;Why your saying the things you do&lt;br /&gt;So tough for me to really know&lt;br /&gt;What is its you want from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks gone by and you've changed&lt;br /&gt;So little time for a great disaster forming&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, I'm still the same&lt;br /&gt;Is that okay, prince charming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cinderella, I'm not snow white&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not a damsel in distress&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little lost torn girl&lt;br /&gt;looking for the fabled word romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to loud, I talk to much&lt;br /&gt;Thats something no one ever wants&lt;br /&gt;So does that mean I'm just another toy&lt;br /&gt;Thrown into your past life's dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone like to save me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning in this confused hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever burdened to have loved once&lt;br /&gt;And lost to never love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to care&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to ask me&lt;br /&gt;"Hey how was your day?"&lt;br /&gt;That isnt my best friend or mom&lt;br /&gt;Is it only them that ever realize&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Yes, she does exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ranting, raving, dancing, hating&lt;br /&gt;All of my confusion, hate, frustration&lt;br /&gt;Scream, Screaming, SCREAMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-85621022?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/85621022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/85621022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85621022' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-85518678</id><published>2002-12-04T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T22:49:11.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pages turning with crashes&lt;br /&gt;Oceans flowing in feathers&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled in on your big dinner&lt;br /&gt;with wind chapped lips and torn hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you just gonna say&lt;br /&gt;You asshole your in my life&lt;br /&gt;But keep me another day&lt;br /&gt;Are they quietly cornering someone&lt;br /&gt;My other half in paticular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your crying in cold misery&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting my boots wet&lt;br /&gt;Theres mud, theres spilled beer&lt;br /&gt;And the whole worlds temperment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you just gonna say&lt;br /&gt;You asshole your in my life&lt;br /&gt;But keep me another day&lt;br /&gt;Are they quietly cornering someone&lt;br /&gt;My other half in paticular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life in a television set box&lt;br /&gt;Complete with instructions&lt;br /&gt;Your everything by the book&lt;br /&gt;Let me burn the pages for you&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe it wont be as bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you just gonna say&lt;br /&gt;You asshole your in my life&lt;br /&gt;But keep me another day&lt;br /&gt;Are they quietly cornering someone&lt;br /&gt;My other half in paticular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Enemies crying in the clockwork&lt;br /&gt;Your spitting on eternities fire&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it would kill you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you just gonna say&lt;br /&gt;You asshole your in my life&lt;br /&gt;But keep me another day&lt;br /&gt;Are they quietly cornering someone&lt;br /&gt;My other half in paticular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Particular, In Particular&lt;br /&gt;M other half In you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-85518678?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/85518678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/85518678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85518678' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-85516627</id><published>2002-12-04T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T22:05:24.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quietly the world is fading&lt;br /&gt;Its winking in its silent twilight&lt;br /&gt;Happy to leave its crying day visions&lt;br /&gt;for the serenity of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings agree with it&lt;br /&gt;The earth and I both wanting&lt;br /&gt;To bad its leaving me behind&lt;br /&gt;And smiling as I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last thread was cut&lt;br /&gt;Fates sharp's scissors at hand&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I could have almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;But that never quite works out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alone I'm dancing&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world waving&lt;br /&gt;Sudden disasters blanket me&lt;br /&gt;Good bye world, good bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-85516627?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/85516627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/85516627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85516627' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-84447993</id><published>2002-11-12T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T21:00:03.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Everything Romantic as we looked at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Singing that song we heard at the punk show&lt;br /&gt;I could care less if world faded away&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I had the patch of grass&lt;br /&gt;The night sky, and you beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Standing In the porch lights glow&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll See You Again&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever know&lt;br /&gt;If you care like you say you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left here remembering&lt;br /&gt;The time we slow danced to that rock song&lt;br /&gt;Our footsteps on a different beat&lt;br /&gt;Will it stay that way forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Is this pointless and inexcsapable&lt;br /&gt;Just like everyone else's love&lt;br /&gt;A tv show on thier reality games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old pop songs and insane giggles&lt;br /&gt;Long telephone discussions&lt;br /&gt;Pointless information noted&lt;br /&gt;And crazy things admitted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all so mad&lt;br /&gt;This is all so crazy&lt;br /&gt;Lovely killer ugly&lt;br /&gt;The stars are singing&lt;br /&gt;The world is yelling&lt;br /&gt;And we're here smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-84447993?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/84447993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/84447993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84447993' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-83942927</id><published>2002-11-02T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T22:41:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Going to leave you to your heart break songs&lt;br /&gt;Your saddened poetry razor blades&lt;br /&gt;I'll sprint away from your manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Of that song you sang of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone is ringing&lt;br /&gt;Sending shudders through the house&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows the other end&lt;br /&gt;Is holding my living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes popped like pop corn&lt;br /&gt;A little uneasy now I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I see you stand a little closer to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he comes near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken bits of plastic&lt;br /&gt;Cd cases thrown at your head&lt;br /&gt;You never want to listen &lt;br /&gt;Until its you that winds up dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the wind is raining&lt;br /&gt;and the rain is blowing&lt;br /&gt;The world is upside down&lt;br /&gt;Your smiling and I am stuck&lt;br /&gt;Where you shackled me the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could never save me&lt;br /&gt;You only added to my anger&lt;br /&gt;He has the key&lt;br /&gt;No longer do you own it&lt;br /&gt;You've lost the pointless fight&lt;br /&gt;Give up the crown and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-83942927?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83942927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83942927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83942927' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-83799499</id><published>2002-10-30T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T20:33:00.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Of exhaust fumes&lt;br /&gt;Turning to fog over&lt;br /&gt;Grass thats turned to pavement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wading through the river&lt;br /&gt;of steamy blood and religous differences&lt;br /&gt;flowing from the bodies dead from war&lt;br /&gt;Little souls with  tattered lives&lt;br /&gt;Trying to earn brownie points for the next one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Whispering in the ears&lt;br /&gt;Of the goverment leaders&lt;br /&gt;All the ones that disrespect you&lt;br /&gt;Because your the flesh that they feed upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dancing in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Of hate thats always burning&lt;br /&gt;I see you in it too&lt;br /&gt;Side stepping on all the coals&lt;br /&gt;of peoples souls that used to be pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stomping on all the glass&lt;br /&gt;shattered from the windows &lt;br /&gt;of babies nurseries and play rooms&lt;br /&gt;broken by the kidnappers with the twisted views&lt;br /&gt;They only want your baby too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in the past&lt;br /&gt;The only place where its comforting to go&lt;br /&gt;The drugs of the 60's are more safe&lt;br /&gt;than walking your dog on a monday evening&lt;br /&gt;Pepperspray is mans new best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing the truth&lt;br /&gt;Throwing darts at the posters&lt;br /&gt;With fake happy people smiling&lt;br /&gt;Nothings alright in this world&lt;br /&gt;Grit your teeth and try to hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away from the end&lt;br /&gt;And back towards the begining&lt;br /&gt;When the sun was shining &lt;br /&gt;Now the skies are dark&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are made of drugs&lt;br /&gt;People are just animals biting to survive&lt;br /&gt;That are scared of the torn seam of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-83799499?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83799499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83799499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83799499' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-83798374</id><published>2002-10-30T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T20:07:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Again Your Together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your all in black&lt;br /&gt;its a cry your own tears affiar&lt;br /&gt;maybe if you could of gotten along&lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt have come to this&lt;br /&gt;we wouldnt all be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're all gathered together&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry your all crying&lt;br /&gt;at least i got the family&lt;br /&gt;back together someway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pathetic dream come true&lt;br /&gt;the one and only thing i've done&lt;br /&gt;for each one of you&lt;br /&gt;this was just not my style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching you gather&lt;br /&gt;complementing outfits&lt;br /&gt;remembering old times&lt;br /&gt;its just to bad&lt;br /&gt;to get this again&lt;br /&gt;I had to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-83798374?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83798374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83798374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83798374' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-83230822</id><published>2002-10-19T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T10:01:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Gone From Your Lives&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the little ghost in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Everyones little past mistake&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that turned you away&lt;br /&gt;So hidden behind your coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggled, You glared at me&lt;br /&gt;I return to my shadowed state&lt;br /&gt;Are you leaving me with envy&lt;br /&gt;That never existed in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing Here, I'm screaming&lt;br /&gt;You eyes are turned away&lt;br /&gt;Look around with your hands&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel my misery growing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused, look at me i'm fading&lt;br /&gt;I'm the enity of non existance&lt;br /&gt;My initials dangling from my wrist&lt;br /&gt;Fell off as I drifted from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did you pick them up&lt;br /&gt;Just kicked them to the side&lt;br /&gt;Can I have just one last hug&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm hidden again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-83230822?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83230822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83230822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83230822' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-83230562</id><published>2002-10-19T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T20:19:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime You break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Another Memory breaks to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Happiness gets renamed Sadness&lt;br /&gt;And the lonliness leaves me strengthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flower that you gave me shattered&lt;br /&gt;As it dropped onto the floor&lt;br /&gt;The broken petals cried their losses&lt;br /&gt;No love to hold them together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Playing Musical Chairs&lt;br /&gt;With each of my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Your running wild in your freedom Quest&lt;br /&gt;The journey to break me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your screaming about metal on skin&lt;br /&gt;Some horror picture freak death&lt;br /&gt;No one's dying here, except me&lt;br /&gt;Your accepting things without the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in each Tear drop&lt;br /&gt;Each pounding fall&lt;br /&gt;I hear the drumbeats of each laugh&lt;br /&gt;You mustered out at each glance of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the love letters&lt;br /&gt;To devouring flames&lt;br /&gt;Tear the phone calls into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Brush off your clothes and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-83230562?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83230562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83230562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83230562' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-83194683</id><published>2002-10-18T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T21:08:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please dont mind&lt;br /&gt;If i hold onto the bottom&lt;br /&gt;of your clothes&lt;br /&gt;If I just drag behind you&lt;br /&gt;Watching You, walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll find who I need&lt;br /&gt;My walls of indepence will fall&lt;br /&gt;showing me, loving you&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stare them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong of me to look away&lt;br /&gt;To wander off in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Walking on they're broken seams&lt;br /&gt;Leaveing you, Watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sighing with images of you&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with clouds of being&lt;br /&gt;I ate the shards of glass&lt;br /&gt;Shattered on the floor from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Ripping my throat &lt;br /&gt;My realization with the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your carried me away&lt;br /&gt;The frozen rain making us smile&lt;br /&gt;We'll sit sick together on my couch&lt;br /&gt;Royals of all the tissue mountians&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything for a tissue pettycoat&lt;br /&gt;and Diamonds made of cough drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-83194683?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83194683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83194683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83194683' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-83175515</id><published>2002-10-18T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T12:51:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Little Fairy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;On our parade agian&lt;br /&gt;We've left our messages&lt;br /&gt;On the phone machine unanswered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left our bounderies&lt;br /&gt;and rules behind&lt;br /&gt;Our theories here to fade&lt;br /&gt;Things unwanted anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is each other&lt;br /&gt;adn maybe some coffee&lt;br /&gt;Two names in a telephone book&lt;br /&gt;Together and awake at 3am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You madef aces through the window&lt;br /&gt;Threw my stuffed teddy bear down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;So twisted in that way I love&lt;br /&gt;We'll always dance through that fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our car broke down in the maze of no where&lt;br /&gt;You just laughed and played&lt;br /&gt;I'll always cry at the irony&lt;br /&gt;I could never turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Your my little fairy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-83175515?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83175515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/83175515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83175515' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-82218824</id><published>2002-09-27T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T22:02:21.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can you just sit there and smile&lt;br /&gt;While I tear at my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it would melt away&lt;br /&gt;I'm screeching in insanity&lt;br /&gt;My eyes you loved are crying&lt;br /&gt;My heart you held is breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stomping on the broken glass&lt;br /&gt;the broken glass of a fragile mind&lt;br /&gt;That used to be so strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-82218824?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82218824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82218824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82218824' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-82218373</id><published>2002-09-27T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T21:49:43.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonder, Wondering&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever want inside my head&lt;br /&gt;My little cage is cornering me&lt;br /&gt;Cage me, Caging Me&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in my own tears&lt;br /&gt;Drown Me, Drowing Me&lt;br /&gt;My Screams are silent &lt;br /&gt;No one is hearing, or caring&lt;br /&gt;Scream, Screaming so loud&lt;br /&gt;I'm just helpness inside of here&lt;br /&gt;All hands that reaching out are gone&lt;br /&gt;Leave Me, Leaving Me&lt;br /&gt;No one understands this sadness&lt;br /&gt;Its burning away at me&lt;br /&gt;Burn, Burning&lt;br /&gt;You can't see me&lt;br /&gt;I'm fading away from you&lt;br /&gt;Fade, Fading&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I'll ever seem to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-82218373?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82218373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82218373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82218373' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-82218000</id><published>2002-09-27T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T21:38:14.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>depression sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-82218000?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82218000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82218000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82218000' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-82217987</id><published>2002-09-27T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T21:37:52.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if I'm not what you thought I was&lt;br /&gt;That I'm just the misfit you tried not to see&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your heart tear inside of you&lt;br /&gt;The tears you didnt want me to see&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was hug you&lt;br /&gt;Trying to look past your walls&lt;br /&gt;Into something a little more invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is now so different&lt;br /&gt;Whats said is said and now its over&lt;br /&gt;Could it be for better or for worse&lt;br /&gt;The end might not be forever&lt;br /&gt;Dont let that ruin all of our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wandering here in shock&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's clear when the worlds made of smoke&lt;br /&gt;all you thought true has turned into lies&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forever doesnt even exist&lt;br /&gt;At least is gone, in the view of my eyes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-82217987?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82217987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82217987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82217987' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-82022969</id><published>2002-09-23T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T21:54:52.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyday someone dies&lt;br /&gt;and you feel no empathy&lt;br /&gt;until its you thats dead&lt;br /&gt;and no one ever cares&lt;br /&gt;about our countries freedom&lt;br /&gt;until they take it away&lt;br /&gt;only after that winking&lt;br /&gt;building fell that day&lt;br /&gt;no one tried to treasure&lt;br /&gt;the lives behind the window panes&lt;br /&gt;as long as your colonly of drones&lt;br /&gt;makes your cult work&lt;br /&gt;casulties of hundreds&lt;br /&gt;is never your loss&lt;br /&gt;until its your life cut short&lt;br /&gt;and as you watch your children play&lt;br /&gt;youl ok at them and say "Tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;but if by tradegy, the dont see that day&lt;br /&gt;your filled with all your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;think of all the times you told them "tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;As you drove past that car crash&lt;br /&gt;did you even wonder&lt;br /&gt;that could have been &lt;br /&gt;some small childs mother&lt;br /&gt;flashing back to think&lt;br /&gt;that could be you or your lover&lt;br /&gt;so when your on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;look out for those below&lt;br /&gt;one day they're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;the ones to show you&lt;br /&gt;what dirt in your face&lt;br /&gt;truly really felt like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-82022969?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82022969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82022969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82022969' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-82022755</id><published>2002-09-23T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T21:50:33.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgiven never&lt;br /&gt;in your cold heart&lt;br /&gt;a word softly spoken&lt;br /&gt;seemed to rip you apart&lt;br /&gt;forever hate me inside&lt;br /&gt;one littel reason&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt fight back, I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive&lt;br /&gt;something you couldnt change&lt;br /&gt;give the rest of me a chance&lt;br /&gt;or will you shun all of me away&lt;br /&gt;i miss understood&lt;br /&gt;I was so blind&lt;br /&gt;to think you'd love me&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't love someone&lt;br /&gt;who won't love me&lt;br /&gt;you have to accept &lt;br /&gt;my past completely&lt;br /&gt;live in the future&lt;br /&gt;or let go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/2/02&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-82022755?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82022755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82022755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82022755' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-82022667</id><published>2002-09-23T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T21:48:30.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cry for your memories&lt;br /&gt;hate yourself for not saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;everyone wishes they had a time machine&lt;br /&gt;well those dont exist&lt;br /&gt;so your stuck in between&lt;br /&gt;middle of smiling and hating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cigarettes on the ground&lt;br /&gt;beer bottles in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Polluting everything you need to live&lt;br /&gt;you did, now you'll die&lt;br /&gt;Dont balme it on anyone but yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiley faces and anarchy signs&lt;br /&gt;share the same charm bracelets&lt;br /&gt;patriotism becomes the trend&lt;br /&gt;after everyone is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-82022667?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82022667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/82022667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82022667' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-81292059</id><published>2002-09-07T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T18:37:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened my eyes to the sunlight this morning&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts opened up to you&lt;br /&gt;I smiled in my sleepy dillusion&lt;br /&gt;that you were standing by me&lt;br /&gt;But realizing that was in the days to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams tumbled with you&lt;br /&gt;And as I get more tired and weary from sickness&lt;br /&gt;Your picture settles my headaches and sorrows&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry myself though the knives of confusion&lt;br /&gt;To make it to where you stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought I lost you&lt;br /&gt;That you were so far from me&lt;br /&gt;Salvaged my sanity for those five minutes&lt;br /&gt;To come back to the blinking clock&lt;br /&gt;The enemy of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the town fade away&lt;br /&gt;as the car kidnapped me of home&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, just not today&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking that I'll be in your arms again&lt;br /&gt;The one place where I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-81292059?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/81292059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/81292059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81292059' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-81260281</id><published>2002-09-06T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T21:25:55.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does it take&lt;br /&gt;For me to prove I love you&lt;br /&gt;What does it take&lt;br /&gt;For me to prove I make mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;What does it take&lt;br /&gt;To make you not upset anymore&lt;br /&gt;What does it take&lt;br /&gt;To show you, your what I smile For&lt;br /&gt;What does it take&lt;br /&gt;To let you know how much I care&lt;br /&gt;What does it take&lt;br /&gt;For me to gain your trust&lt;br /&gt;What does it take&lt;br /&gt;For me to be who you need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-81260281?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/81260281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/81260281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81260281' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-81032059</id><published>2002-09-02T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T11:03:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=orange&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to think&lt;br /&gt;anymore. I thought I'd found&lt;br /&gt;my anwers cringing at they're&lt;br /&gt;questions. I wanted to figure out&lt;br /&gt;How you effected me.But I just &lt;br /&gt;ended up, leaping into infinity &lt;br /&gt;wondering why your not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;Of all the shallow faced people&lt;br /&gt;living in disgust. I'm screaming&lt;br /&gt;light much too dark to see. My hands&lt;br /&gt;wilted after days of waking hours&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you. They're crumbling&lt;br /&gt;to dust and only hoping for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;br /&gt;For the things I never said. I should &lt;br /&gt;have said and need to say. I messed&lt;br /&gt;up my life by telling you my past. So&lt;br /&gt;wrong of me to trust how you would&lt;br /&gt;react.  Terrible of me to assume anything&lt;br /&gt;maybe I can fix this mess that I've made. One&lt;br /&gt;day you'll realize i can be who you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-81032059?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/81032059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/81032059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81032059' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3622362.post-81012644</id><published>2002-09-01T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T22:22:33.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=royalblue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong of me to care&lt;br /&gt;About someone as perfect as you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never live up too&lt;br /&gt;What you believe me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the one to live&lt;br /&gt;Where someone wanted to see me&lt;br /&gt;For what I was, Who I was &lt;br /&gt;I was they're mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain has lifted&lt;br /&gt;I can see through the haze&lt;br /&gt;No need for me to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day will you see&lt;br /&gt;Some other girl just as perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Want her to have as yours&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me alone and empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll dance into your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Be the one to show you the stars&lt;br /&gt;Look at the night sky and smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3622362-81012644?l=ziaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/81012644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3622362/posts/default/81012644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziaden.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81012644' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839035135596608758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
