<?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-3010268326922570015</id><updated>2011-08-06T13:11:24.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Paint With Shapes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-2587847015917585545</id><published>2011-04-25T11:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:54:57.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrisonburg week 10 or so</title><content type='html'>Dear Everyone, This week has been a really good one. I spent this week reading "Jesus The Christ."if you haven't read this book before, do it! haha anyway this week i was reading that book and i was following the life of the savior. The last week of His life. It was really an eye-opening experience to follow the life of the savior. I learned many things which i never would have even thought about. I realized a lot of little details that i would have missed simply just reading the accounts out of the new testament. When i read about certain parts, it really made me think a lot. I really felt bad for Judas, for instance.It got me thinking about who Judas was. Because his weakness was money. Well someone else's weakness has been money. Joseph Smith...both of them had a big weakness to money, and the only difference between the two of them was the action that they made. One is now revered as the "son of perdition" and the other "has done more, save Jesus only, for the salvation of men in this world, than any other man that ever lived in it."The thing i thought of was: what is my weakness, and how can i keep from becoming a slave to the devil like Judas.I think i received my answer though during the week and i thought that I'd share that with all of you this week.You see, Judas, I feel, was a seeker for attention. He probably followed Jesus Christ because he had a huge following. I feel like it was because of the popularity of Jesus, he followed. Surely when the popular guy invites you to hang out with them in High School, you go. The thing is that Judas, i felt, didn't gain a testimony until after he had betrayed his master. So the lesson i could gain from him, is i need to gain my testimony right now, and not linger and procrastinate the day of my repentance. This easter was one to remember the divinity of our Savior, who reaches out to all and beckons to "come, follow me." I have a testimony that Jesus Christ is our Savior. He IS RISEN! he did it only because he loves us so so very much. i know that my weaknesses are there, so that my heavenly father can test me and see just how ready i am to become like him. i am, though, going to do all that i can RIGHT NOW to become more like him and i encourage you all to do the same. SincerelyElder Curtis Ross Hickman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-2587847015917585545?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2587847015917585545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2011/04/harrisonburg-week-10-or-so_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/2587847015917585545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/2587847015917585545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2011/04/harrisonburg-week-10-or-so_25.html' title='Harrisonburg week 10 or so'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443341321491065684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm-1F6x8LZA/TJptEUcimdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nClSuNvKuuU/S220/CIMG1353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-5509550558022900880</id><published>2011-04-25T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:54:57.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrisonburg week 10 or so</title><content type='html'>Dear Everyone, This week has been a really good one. I spent this week reading "Jesus The Christ."if you haven't read this book before, do it! haha anyway this week i was reading that book and i was following the life of the savior. The last week of His life. It was really an eye-opening experience to follow the life of the savior. I learned many things which i never would have even thought about. I realized a lot of little details that i would have missed simply just reading the accounts out of the new testament. When i read about certain parts, it really made me think a lot. I really felt bad for Judas, for instance.It got me thinking about who Judas was. Because his weakness was money. Well someone else's weakness has been money. Joseph Smith...both of them had a big weakness to money, and the only difference between the two of them was the action that they made. One is now revered as the "son of perdition" and the other "has done more, save Jesus only, for the salvation of men in this world, than any other man that ever lived in it."The thing i thought of was: what is my weakness, and how can i keep from becoming a slave to the devil like Judas.I think i received my answer though during the week and i thought that I'd share that with all of you this week.You see, Judas, I feel, was a seeker for attention. He probably followed Jesus Christ because he had a huge following. I feel like it was because of the popularity of Jesus, he followed. Surely when the popular guy invites you to hang out with them in High School, you go. The thing is that Judas, i felt, didn't gain a testimony until after he had betrayed his master. So the lesson i could gain from him, is i need to gain my testimony right now, and not linger and procrastinate the day of my repentance. This easter was one to remember the divinity of our Savior, who reaches out to all and beckons to "come, follow me." I have a testimony that Jesus Christ is our Savior. He IS RISEN! he did it only because he loves us so so very much. i know that my weaknesses are there, so that my heavenly father can test me and see just how ready i am to become like him. i am, though, going to do all that i can RIGHT NOW to become more like him and i encourage you all to do the same. SincerelyElder Curtis Ross Hickman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-5509550558022900880?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5509550558022900880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2011/04/harrisonburg-week-10-or-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/5509550558022900880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/5509550558022900880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2011/04/harrisonburg-week-10-or-so.html' title='Harrisonburg week 10 or so'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443341321491065684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm-1F6x8LZA/TJptEUcimdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nClSuNvKuuU/S220/CIMG1353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-3638976406974036075</id><published>2011-02-22T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:14:06.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5</title><content type='html'>Dear Family And Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday...yes i know Monday is  the normal day to get on the computer and type a letter to all...but  yesterday was president's day...which means that all the local libraries  would be closed. This last week has been quite eventful. Earlier in the  week, we went into Charlottesville because my companion had a cold.  That was a bummer for him. Because we didn't have an appointment it took  us beyond hours to get in to see someone. This week was also transfer  calls week. I just found out that I'm gonna be going to a new area  called Harrisonburg. it's even farther west than my last area. really  close to west Virginia. Anyways I have been going and trying to get some  last minute work into Louisa and you'll be amazed to hear that  Granny...The one who is refusing to be "Dunked" as she called  it...COMMITTED TO BE BAPTIZED! What a trooper. 92 and still anxious to  learn the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I'm so Happy For Her!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Elder Matthews Is sticking around in Louisa, So I'll have to keep in  touch with him and make sure that Peggy and now Granny are Baptized so  they can enjoy the Spirit Even More so now :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, On  Preparation day, we had some of the Elders from the Rivannah area come  down and spend the day with us. We played a game of Football and in one  particular play, Elder LeSueur, One of the Rivannah elders, made a full  body dive to 2 hand touch one Elder Thompson, The Other elder in that  area. He ate the dirt, and the Horse Manueur and when he got up we were  laughing pretty hard...that is until he said dude i think there's  something wrong with my Shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;The Rest of the P-Day was spent driving to Charlottesville and going to  the emergency room, where we found out that he had separated his  shoulder. All they could do for it though was give it a sling and give  him some pain meds. It has been pretty good week though and the work has  been more than amazing out here in little Louisa County. The Lord has  plans for me in the area of Harrisonburg and i plan on doing all i can  to prepare to carry out His plan. I am so grateful for all your support  and your love and if there's possibly anything That i can do to be of  assistance, Let me know. I Love each of you and would love to hear from  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Elder Curtis Ross Hickman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Love is the Answer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-3638976406974036075?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3638976406974036075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-5.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/3638976406974036075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/3638976406974036075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-5.html' title='Week 5'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443341321491065684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm-1F6x8LZA/TJptEUcimdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nClSuNvKuuU/S220/CIMG1353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-3519806173328112383</id><published>2010-10-12T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:32:18.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME AND TIME AGAIN, MY FAMILY PROVES THEY ARE THE BEST FAMILY AROUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm-1F6x8LZA/TLU2DjcWRYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J4bWL9qjlbA/s1600/Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm-1F6x8LZA/TLU2DjcWRYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J4bWL9qjlbA/s400/Time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527383552348800386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have The Coolest Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-3519806173328112383?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3519806173328112383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-and-time-again-my-family-proves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/3519806173328112383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/3519806173328112383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-and-time-again-my-family-proves.html' title='TIME AND TIME AGAIN, MY FAMILY PROVES THEY ARE THE BEST FAMILY AROUND'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443341321491065684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm-1F6x8LZA/TJptEUcimdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nClSuNvKuuU/S220/CIMG1353.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm-1F6x8LZA/TLU2DjcWRYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J4bWL9qjlbA/s72-c/Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-8164733612005688052</id><published>2010-09-22T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:32:03.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>design</title><content type='html'>i want to be a spaceman&lt;br /&gt;i want to to cop&lt;br /&gt;i want to fight fires with other brave men&lt;br /&gt;i want to sell soda pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to fly&lt;br /&gt;i want to swim&lt;br /&gt;and win gold medals all day long&lt;br /&gt;i really want to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my work to be the fire&lt;br /&gt;that everyone remembers&lt;br /&gt;i want to plant it in their hearts&lt;br /&gt;let it be the embers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-8164733612005688052?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8164733612005688052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/09/design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8164733612005688052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8164733612005688052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/09/design.html' title='design'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-4935143189892185528</id><published>2010-09-22T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:27:32.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard to find</title><content type='html'>her eyes are shining brightly&lt;br /&gt;everything about her might be&lt;br /&gt;driving me off the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell her that i love her&lt;br /&gt;...just be easier if things were&lt;br /&gt;just little more crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i know just how i feel&lt;br /&gt;these feelings here are real&lt;br /&gt;and it's killing me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at her and she looks back&lt;br /&gt;this train is coming off the tracks&lt;br /&gt;it's easy when it's in your mind&lt;br /&gt;and words aren't so hard to find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-4935143189892185528?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4935143189892185528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/09/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/4935143189892185528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/4935143189892185528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/09/secrets.html' title='hard to find'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-8660049306919951663</id><published>2010-09-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:23:25.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get To Know You</title><content type='html'>don't let this be a fling&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make it though,&lt;br /&gt;become your everything&lt;br /&gt;i want to get to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're all i ever want and more&lt;br /&gt;you're what i came to this earth for&lt;br /&gt;you and i should run away&lt;br /&gt;that teenage 'love' is so cliche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he met this girl way back in school&lt;br /&gt;the kinda girl that broke the rules&lt;br /&gt;acted like one of the guys&lt;br /&gt;but had to tell her parents lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been two years a lot has passed&lt;br /&gt;before, they moved things way too fast&lt;br /&gt;things will work this time around&lt;br /&gt;because his feet are on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're in the car&lt;br /&gt;they're holding hands&lt;br /&gt;they're listening to different bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her heart's pounding as he sings&lt;br /&gt;of lovey, dovey, dovey, dovey things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the presence of your love&lt;br /&gt;your hand in mine fits like a glove&lt;br /&gt;the glint in your eyes, they make me smile&lt;br /&gt;it's been this way for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're ahead of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;for now this love's not true&lt;br /&gt;unless can take things slow&lt;br /&gt;let me get to know you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-8660049306919951663?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8660049306919951663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/09/get-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8660049306919951663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8660049306919951663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/09/get-to-know-you.html' title='Get To Know You'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-6153401299557851178</id><published>2010-03-16T12:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:34:52.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fools</title><content type='html'>we were such a load of trouble, making a right mess&lt;br /&gt;i can't even remember what we did that night, bless.&lt;br /&gt;i broke my nose, you broke your wrist, but they could hardly see&lt;br /&gt;i told those punks to shut up about my sister, and they said free country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz we were young and we were fools&lt;br /&gt; us kids were breakin all the rules&lt;br /&gt; we loved to have fun tiiiimes, i know&lt;br /&gt; and we were too good to get caught&lt;br /&gt; i miss those nights, i miss our old lives&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night i got to take you out, it left the greatest mark&lt;br /&gt;we didn't want to go home yet, so we snuck into the park&lt;br /&gt;we sat there talkin on the swings, and making life our own&lt;br /&gt;it's best that we still do it now, so we are not... ALONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz we were young and we were fools&lt;br /&gt;us kids were breakin all the rules&lt;br /&gt;we loved to have fun tiiiimes, i know&lt;br /&gt;and we were too good to get caught&lt;br /&gt;i miss those nights, i miss our old lives&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the many days that we slept in, the countless times that we have sinned&lt;br /&gt;the problems we caused, the times i took it on the chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz we were young and we were fools&lt;br /&gt; us kids were breakin all the rules&lt;br /&gt; we loved to have fun tiiiimes, i know&lt;br /&gt; and we were too good to get caught&lt;br /&gt; i miss those nights, i miss our old lives&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz we were young and we were fools&lt;br /&gt; us kids were breakin all the rules&lt;br /&gt; we loved to have fun tiiiimes, i know&lt;br /&gt; and we were too good to get caught&lt;br /&gt; i miss those nights, i miss our old lives&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-6153401299557851178?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6153401299557851178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/03/fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/6153401299557851178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/6153401299557851178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2010/03/fools.html' title='fools'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443341321491065684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wm-1F6x8LZA/TJptEUcimdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nClSuNvKuuU/S220/CIMG1353.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-6195398545288283867</id><published>2010-01-06T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:38:14.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It used to just be the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Not another to come between&lt;br /&gt;Funny how things change&lt;br /&gt;One little kiss, one word that you didn’t mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was great, the fun with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Where I’d gaze at you like fool&lt;br /&gt;The times you’d give me the biggest grin&lt;br /&gt;When I’d visit you at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I’d write this poem&lt;br /&gt;my heart isn’t in it though.&lt;br /&gt;It’s lying on your front steps&lt;br /&gt;With the wind and the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was any way I could’ve help this more&lt;br /&gt;You know I would have&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the hero, torn in two&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you’re the one I couldn’t save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I give&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t my fault anymore&lt;br /&gt;I’m over it&lt;br /&gt;Really I am&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-6195398545288283867?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6195398545288283867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-3274780145436475310</id><published>2009-10-28T21:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:49:03.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Without Pain Is Not really Romance</title><content type='html'>but the moments that hurt are the ones that are real, and without these horrible feelings we feel, it's no easy road, it's much more than it seems to become that someone that she see's in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-3274780145436475310?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-1676207981290170052</id><published>2009-10-22T10:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:28:59.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend like you</title><content type='html'>A moment with you&lt;br /&gt;is like a crazy car ride&lt;br /&gt;who knows how far we'll go&lt;br /&gt;that way you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;what if this is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;doesn't come along twice&lt;br /&gt;but you did to me what no other can do&lt;br /&gt;and it's been super nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned over time&lt;br /&gt;that most of the best things are a dream ending so ruel&lt;br /&gt;but our friendship's not even close&lt;br /&gt;it is sooooo cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;doesn't come along twice&lt;br /&gt;but you did to me what no other can do&lt;br /&gt;and it's been super nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when i took you to the homecoming dance&lt;br /&gt;because both our dates backed out&lt;br /&gt;and you cleaned my wounds when time got jealous&lt;br /&gt;and smacked me about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;doesn't come along twice&lt;br /&gt;but you did to me what no other can do&lt;br /&gt;and it's been super nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could find a better way i would&lt;br /&gt;you know that i love you, and my word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;doesn't come along twice&lt;br /&gt;but you did to me what no other can do&lt;br /&gt;and it's been super nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;doesn't come along twice&lt;br /&gt;but you did to me what no other can do&lt;br /&gt;and it's been super nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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give you the one last piece of clothing i have&lt;br /&gt;you take it and move along&lt;br /&gt;and did you ever stop to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he cares like no other&lt;br /&gt;maybe he can take your shiz&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's genuine&lt;br /&gt;and just maybe knows what love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask you to spend time with me&lt;br /&gt;and it's the other way around&lt;br /&gt;you'd rather be with someone else&lt;br /&gt;and it runs me in the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he cares like no other&lt;br /&gt;maybe he can take your shiz&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's genuine&lt;br /&gt;and just maybe knows what love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can it be that everybody&lt;br /&gt;wants me to agree,&lt;br /&gt;when i feel this way, i feel this way&lt;br /&gt;but i'd never put that on your conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i want you to know so bad&lt;br /&gt;that i'm the one you want&lt;br /&gt;don't just overlook this&lt;br /&gt;give it some thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he cares like no other&lt;br /&gt;maybe he can take your shiz&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's genuine&lt;br /&gt;and just maybe knows what love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he cares like no other&lt;br /&gt;maybe he can take your shiz&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's genuine&lt;br /&gt;and just maybe knows what love is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-4486729235013320394?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4486729235013320394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/07/notice-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it&lt;br /&gt;you put it behind you&lt;br /&gt;but what goes on in between the two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't want to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;like you're body is hungry, yet empty&lt;br /&gt;and nothing you can do can make you not be hungry&lt;br /&gt;you just wanna lay in bed. just "watch" tv.&lt;br /&gt;but you stare at the telly. incoherent of what's actually playing&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to do anything&lt;br /&gt;when you finally feel like you do want to do something,&lt;br /&gt;its only so that you don't have to be told off for doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day...&lt;br /&gt;you go somewhere with your friends and you see someone&lt;br /&gt;she's totally more boss than anyone ever. more stunningly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;you forget that you've been hurt so greatly&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter. she does now&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden life is better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you pursue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thinks you're cute, and you get confident&lt;br /&gt;you're heart feels like it can be on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;like no one can make you feel more special.&lt;br /&gt;you never want to let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm moving...&lt;br /&gt; _____________...Where?&lt;br /&gt; Texas.......&lt;br /&gt; ____________...So what do we do?&lt;br /&gt; ...I Dunno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the cycle repeats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-8964237200519778924?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8964237200519778924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-167817579013876335</id><published>2009-06-21T13:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:47:52.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turning around</title><content type='html'>once again i'm stuck at this cross roads&lt;br /&gt;because i know that things are going to change&lt;br /&gt;with you and me. i have a chance again&lt;br /&gt;i knew that i would wait, just didn't think u might come round&lt;br /&gt;i doubt that you will but i hope you do&lt;br /&gt;it's just a dream&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long shot. but i love you&lt;br /&gt;i always have for some reason&lt;br /&gt;even when i am speaking stupid and and i piss you off&lt;br /&gt;i know that you are the the most important thing to me&lt;br /&gt;i have a hard time figuring out, how i could be this way&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever really worked out. and it's just so weird that i do. &lt;br /&gt;but i do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-167817579013876335?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/167817579013876335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/06/turning-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/167817579013876335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/167817579013876335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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love you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i let my heart get cut in two&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i still dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that when i listen to any song, you're the first girl i put the song to&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i was part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i don't know how to handle this&lt;br /&gt;i hate that it's been so long since i let this out&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i could easily move on, yet i still would rather have you back&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i'm being held back because you're still here&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i cried over you&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i fell for you&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i did track this year just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;i hate that ur friend was just as cute yet i picked you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-1205745833750682125?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-9135618133232557812</id><published>2009-04-06T18:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:24:48.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>freezing time in a moment was not a tough choice&lt;br /&gt;but with who it was with, it was without voice&lt;br /&gt;i was with a girl i still think i love&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't got the way i thought it would've&lt;br /&gt;i think about how time and again&lt;br /&gt;how it was way back when&lt;br /&gt;with no one but her to care about and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;and make me feel like a giddy little boy&lt;br /&gt;it's weird to recollect the way we met&lt;br /&gt;"you're cute," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"what do you expect."&lt;br /&gt;now it's been over a year in the pas&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted that relation to last&lt;br /&gt;but when things cannot go the way planned&lt;br /&gt;the world will bring us new friends&lt;br /&gt;it's why i rethink that time we were alone&lt;br /&gt;when the elevator could have been whatever we chose&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was back there with you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;i wished that i was back then&lt;br /&gt;it can't be though so life will go on&lt;br /&gt;and different opportunities will come along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-9135618133232557812?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/9135618133232557812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/04/still.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;if it's all for this&lt;br /&gt;why should i bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when lies become life&lt;br /&gt;things just go wrong&lt;br /&gt;we can't talk like this&lt;br /&gt;it just hasn't been that long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was rushed&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it's too fast&lt;br /&gt;but it's not like&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it, our time together&lt;br /&gt;here, then, and now&lt;br /&gt;was it good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;or should we take our bows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;not just cause your face&lt;br /&gt;things just happened&lt;br /&gt;our lives have interlaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on i'm doing my best&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes these just don't work&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing the things i can&lt;br /&gt;to not look the "jerk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe lots of stuffs going on in my mind&lt;br /&gt;it what happens when you know you care&lt;br /&gt;you'll do anything for that special someone&lt;br /&gt;it's the least i can do to show i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez i sound like a sap&lt;br /&gt;i freaking do this too much&lt;br /&gt;i'll seriously be there&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the one to make you blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;make things un-sad&lt;br /&gt;our time together has been short&lt;br /&gt;who cares, it's been rad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know stop laughing,&lt;br /&gt;nothing rhymed better than rad&lt;br /&gt;it's some certain inevitable thing that comes&lt;br /&gt;when your poetry is this bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;it's not that hard&lt;br /&gt;my words are simple&lt;br /&gt;i'm simply scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many bad choices, situations, and luck&lt;br /&gt;have made me this way&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;because i just got back the "icing" to my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things feel better&lt;br /&gt;being around you,&lt;br /&gt;life is cooler, and optimistic&lt;br /&gt;just tell me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll accept it either way&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather know up front&lt;br /&gt;than anticipate wrong&lt;br /&gt;and end up alone to walk the pavement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-1669331245471784976?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1669331245471784976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-i-handle-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/1669331245471784976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/1669331245471784976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-i-handle-this.html' title='how do i handle this'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-7388214507123991930</id><published>2009-03-23T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:55:18.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Track List...Listen to the songs. It's A Fun List</title><content type='html'>Sorry Father, Sorry God. - The City's Finest&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop - Framing Hanley&lt;br /&gt;The Taste Of Regret - In Fear And Faith&lt;br /&gt;Stop Calling Me NEW SONG! - Boys Will Be Boys&lt;br /&gt;Not Meant To Be - Theory Of A Dead Man&lt;br /&gt;Open Happiness - Brendon Urie, Cee-Lo Green, Janelle Monae, Patrick Stump &amp; Travis McCoy&lt;br /&gt;Your Call - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Love You - The Maine&lt;br /&gt;Over My Head (Cable Car) - A Day To Remember&lt;br /&gt;Apologize - Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Girl - Van Atta High&lt;br /&gt;Almost Easy - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;Misery Loves Its Company - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;Anything But Textbook - The Doppler Effect&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall - Cartel&lt;br /&gt;Feel Good Drag - Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;The Only Way I Know How To Feel - Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;This Is Our Town - We The Kings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-7388214507123991930?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7388214507123991930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-track-listlisten-to-songs-its-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7388214507123991930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7388214507123991930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-track-listlisten-to-songs-its-fun.html' title='New Track List...Listen to the songs. It&apos;s A Fun List'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-6290442407944678062</id><published>2009-03-18T18:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:33:47.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Interests</title><content type='html'>So basically there's this girl. if she reads this she'll be like who is it :)&lt;br /&gt;i've told you i'm interested though. so no need to worry :)&lt;br /&gt;she's got some really beautiful eyes though. oh man, i could look into those darling eyes all night long :) she's really easy on the eyes haha. and she's got nice brown hair. very sexy hair haha. she's not taller than me which is nice. she is on the track team with me so she's athletic 4sho. she totally digs me back. she is like totally open to try new stuff at least that what it seemed like when we played volleyball. she's shy as can be which to me is so precious and cute i can't help but want to hug her and stuff. :) like she really puts the cutest little smile on my face. she likes my singing too. maybe she'll like my poetry haha if she ever reads this lol nobody does but it's cool. ugh man getta phone girl i wanna txt you it's so hard to go without&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-6290442407944678062?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6290442407944678062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-interests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/6290442407944678062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/6290442407944678062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-interests.html' title='New Interests'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-1448644345807794700</id><published>2009-03-18T18:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:26:23.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/ScGfOdeiNsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/USJ6QH-EQTg/s1600-h/_41773664_flag.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/ScGfOdeiNsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/USJ6QH-EQTg/s400/_41773664_flag.jpg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314704106053580482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-1448644345807794700?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1448644345807794700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/pass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/1448644345807794700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/1448644345807794700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/pass.html' title='Pass'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/ScGfOdeiNsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/USJ6QH-EQTg/s72-c/_41773664_flag.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-7515059786095745060</id><published>2009-03-16T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:29:09.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday tune</title><content type='html'>it's hard to write for who i miss&lt;br /&gt;when life had been a black abyss&lt;br /&gt;since i met you, it's has been bright&lt;br /&gt;you've filled my soul up with delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've grown up in ways i never dreamed&lt;br /&gt;i've learned things are not as they seemed&lt;br /&gt;i've learned that people should not shove&lt;br /&gt;i've learned how to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned that life can be cruel&lt;br /&gt;sometimes even unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;but here's to you, a birthday present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the greatest girl a guy could ever ask for,&lt;br /&gt;who's heart is pure and true&lt;br /&gt;who'll know that from the start you mean&lt;br /&gt;"i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a good girl and you know&lt;br /&gt;that one must make their choices&lt;br /&gt;for the friends and ones you love&lt;br /&gt;that is where your heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here you go&lt;br /&gt;i'm really done&lt;br /&gt;creating such a piece&lt;br /&gt;it's crap, it's quick, it's fun, i hope nice,&lt;br /&gt;but hope you liked it, sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-7515059786095745060?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7515059786095745060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-tune.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7515059786095745060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7515059786095745060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-tune.html' title='Birthday tune'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-3439169955516941841</id><published>2009-02-22T21:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:42:22.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Night At The Computer</title><content type='html'>I get on late one night.&lt;br /&gt;think to myself how much need for change i have&lt;br /&gt;think about how to start.&lt;br /&gt;whether the mountain dew will be a change&lt;br /&gt;also the face that it's a little late for new years resolutions&lt;br /&gt;but its all random stuff anyway&lt;br /&gt;my whole life is random. Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;not on edge, because nothing exciting is really happening&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time you people would want to read this&lt;br /&gt;because it's not all about the think you're doing on friday&lt;br /&gt;or about who you will become in 20 years from now&lt;br /&gt;the idea is that you need to decide what to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;where you going to go.&lt;br /&gt;who do you want to call, and admit that you've loved them for so long&lt;br /&gt;who do you want to text and tell that you wish them the best.&lt;br /&gt;what time do you want to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;how long will you lay in bed listening to alarm clock and making up your mind when's the right time&lt;br /&gt;what do you love to do.&lt;br /&gt;what's your favorite video game&lt;br /&gt;is there a way to not get a headache from the absence of dew.&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts whizzing through your mind.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts that wedge their way into the mind. constantly getting at you.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts that are often ignored, because the future is too important.&lt;br /&gt;so i will dwell on these thoughts, live for right now.&lt;br /&gt;2 years away is a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...that's my thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-3439169955516941841?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3439169955516941841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-night-at-computer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/3439169955516941841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to know that there was no going back. so i had to over correct. did i take it too far? the only emotion around me is "god it doesn't matter what happens around me. long as everything else is okay." i talk to the only one who can calm me down right now. help is on the way. just chill out for a minute. i can't go back can i? so i just have to wait. wait for things to get better. and we'll get it fixed. long as your okay. that's not what i wanna hear.you're not helping by just saying it'll get fixed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SZQ4_UwtzBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Srtlv9rx33k/s1600-h/sadness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SZQ4_UwtzBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Srtlv9rx33k/s320/sadness.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301925321877867538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i need to know that there's a way to do it. i have my life to think about. it needs to be fixed now. my life's outta whack now. but there's no going back. one way or another. i did this. i messed it up. me...me alone. and i need to make it right, no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mp3-codes.com/player/mediaplayer.swf" width="277" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2FeURjtt4oGV%2FCamp_Rock_This_is_Me.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=277&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=always&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time To Grow - Lemar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-2375789079590150428?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SZQ4_UwtzBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Srtlv9rx33k/s72-c/sadness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-2186043665175194442</id><published>2009-02-11T17:33:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:57:07.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon Sucks</title><content type='html'>so pretty much i'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;and your funny personality too&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;i've missed you for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sat on my lap&lt;br /&gt;and it was uncomfy&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad my butt&lt;br /&gt;wasn't too lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;haha i do&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt you think it back&lt;br /&gt;cuz you say it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking to you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm upstairs on the computer...alone&lt;br /&gt;we are talking about random stuff&lt;br /&gt;you think my muscles are rugged and tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a sucker for a guy&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for a sucker&lt;br /&gt;i hope you&lt;br /&gt;don't ditch me for a trucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how yet&lt;br /&gt;but i'll find a way....soon maybe&lt;br /&gt;just don't be too hard to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemons are random&lt;br /&gt;just like this poem&lt;br /&gt;but we're cooler than the rest&lt;br /&gt;and we're gonna show em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not emo&lt;br /&gt;neither am i&lt;br /&gt;cuz we got each other&lt;br /&gt;why the crap would we wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beatles were good&lt;br /&gt;until john lennon came&lt;br /&gt;and ripped them all off&lt;br /&gt;in a scamming game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad that&lt;br /&gt; i just ripped on your friend&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay&lt;br /&gt; because you're forgiveness, you'll lend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i made you mad&lt;br /&gt;i called john lennon stupid&lt;br /&gt;and that was bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you think i'm weird&lt;br /&gt;jk i know you don't&lt;br /&gt;you think i'm awesome&lt;br /&gt;i don't even have to gloat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like ostriches,&lt;br /&gt;for some strange reason&lt;br /&gt;thank god&lt;br /&gt;it's not mating season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SZOPSOqv3gI/AAAAAAAAACs/WVqWyHwO9gk/s1600-h/jl_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SZOPSOqv3gI/AAAAAAAAACs/WVqWyHwO9gk/s200/jl_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301738729683017218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna end this now&lt;br /&gt;while 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alright&lt;br /&gt;i know i promised&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be like that.&lt;br /&gt;we're better as friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hurt when i see you with him&lt;br /&gt;i don't think he's good enough&lt;br /&gt;no one is though&lt;br /&gt;which is a shame&lt;br /&gt;i just wished i was&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be after the things i've done&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still...&lt;br /&gt;i look at you&lt;br /&gt;that perfect smile&lt;br /&gt;i think of the most perfect personality&lt;br /&gt;and you come to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-6037934501629509819?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-1959080947826289629</id><published>2009-01-26T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:29:24.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" width="0" height="1" /&gt;                         &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           waiting...                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've been waiting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to see you again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i haven't seen you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;since way back when&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you held me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;close to you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we hugged and were playful&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and i wished it was true&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that you really loved me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;like i think i love you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but life's a bitch&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and it takes two&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so i'm chillin' in this lonely  room&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;just thinkin' about life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and about why people use a knife&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sometime i guess&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it can temp everyone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when life kicks you in the balls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you want to give up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and let go of it all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but we all have to go through it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the hurt and the pain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so suck it up mister&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;get out in the rain...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;show how tough you are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that no one can hurt you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and no one can make you feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;unworthy of 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title='waiting'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-5413642553891541799</id><published>2009-01-26T20:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:29:02.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;have you even had one of those days at school&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;where you just get up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's all habit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you go to class and sit in your seat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and do the same thing you always do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;lunch comes. you get the same thing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the bell rings and you don't think of anything in particular&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's just another day...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nothing special happened&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that was out of the ordinary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you look back and think what happened today and your mind is&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;empty...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that's me so i thought i would just spread some words of wisdom&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and maybe this post&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;will be the thing you remember today &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/calm.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yet again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-5413642553891541799?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5413642553891541799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-8349139185768643497</id><published>2009-01-26T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:28:19.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can u relate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           can u relate?                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you wake up late&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;flop out of bed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;get in your car&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;you're way past dead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;it's too damn early&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;you go class&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;sit down, get your stuff out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;and then...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;there's this stupid kid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;that's always got something smart to say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;you just wanna punch the kid in his goddamn face&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;but you know he has no friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;and by knockin' his lights out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;you just make yourself look like a dick&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;so you just take it...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;the day goes on&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;you go to another class&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;and someone else has the cheek&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;to do something to you...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;your already having a bad day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;you don't need this today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;so you ESPLODE! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;ya it's bad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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relate'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-4158596354446428551</id><published>2009-01-26T20:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:27:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" width="0" height="1" /&gt;                         &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           random love                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this random love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that i am in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; is more intricated&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;than anything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we know how we feel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and what the risk is&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but we both know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that it's worth it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and there's no knowing how far we'll go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we know that no parent&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;or friend or anyone else&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;could stop our small minds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;from thinking the way we do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i mean what i say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and i hope you do too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when i say that i love you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so to the beautiful queen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that rules over my heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;of this random love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;with random start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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love'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-7980428441701993523</id><published>2009-01-26T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:27:25.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creativeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" width="0" height="1" /&gt;                         &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           once a again...bored                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for all the readers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;out in the world&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this one could hurt you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;because of how bold&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm going to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm really just bugged&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that no one fckin writes me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;on my myspace blogs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i want a fckin message&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so write me a note&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and gimme some feedback&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;on how good i wrote&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;please people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's not a like it's a quiz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to write me some words, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;of how good or bad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my writing is&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so guys&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a hey what's up to all my pals&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;write me back eh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and write back, i shall&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- &lt;em&gt;an original by Curtis Hickman &lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-7980428441701993523?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7980428441701993523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/creativeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7980428441701993523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7980428441701993523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/creativeness.html' title='creativeness'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-6398749678514497481</id><published>2009-01-26T20:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:26:54.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           am i                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am i enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for you to need&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that "just because"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;our love will feed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;am i enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that when you cry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i can be there&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for your fears to die&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;am i enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that when a trial&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;comes our way...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we take it together&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and seize the day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i know it sounds hard&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;looking from here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but when your higher up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;everything's clearer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;there is a greener pasture&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;out there somewhere&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but it's sure as hell not here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it could be anywhere&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;just have faith in me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'll be right here to help you through&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but am i good enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that...is up to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-7741859237408943103</id><published>2009-01-26T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:26:37.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we want</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           what we want                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goal setting is over rated&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sometimes you think that having a life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;means being popular, having a girlfriend(or boyfriend girls)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and absolutely zero strife&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but that's not at all what it's about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's about doing something completely&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;GRANDE with your life...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;like reaching out to one person&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;making them feel like they can be anything they want to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that they can accomplish anything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and you'll be right there with them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the feeling of making them happy is enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to make your own sad life bearable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that all those nights when you just sit in your room&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and lay on your bed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;because there's no one who wants to hang out with you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but you know that this one person that you're there for&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;knows they can count on you to be there for them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;whenever...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;they know you will put down what you're doing to help them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;not feel so alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and not be so bored with life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that because you have this one totally devoted friend...'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that all those shitty days are there to remind you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;of how special it is to have a good day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so reach out to someone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;everybody could use the help&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;even us really big strong people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;who can tie our own shoes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;everyone needs that person that cares about them no matter what.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm there for you. you just have to find me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- &lt;em&gt;an original by Curtis Hickman -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-7741859237408943103?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-5590591196051113238</id><published>2009-01-26T20:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:24:59.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           me me me                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today i learned something about the greeks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it said something to do with&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;personalities going with body types&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;first off i just have to say that that did NOT work for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it said a lot of things that you would see on the outside&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but that is not even me on the inside&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;inside...i am dynamite on a fuse&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm a time bomb waiting for my time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm just waiting for my true feelings to submerse&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but when you live in a society where&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;being yourself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;isn't accepted you learn to go with the flow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i have learned otherwise&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i have learned that i would rather not say anything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;than say i'm someone i'm not&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'd rather lose a friend&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;or a girlfriend&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;over something like not associating myself with a clique&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;than just do what they want&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i am my own person&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm a hickman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i am me &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and no one will stop me from being myself...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;just thought i'd say that.&lt;/p&gt; have a good day everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-5590591196051113238?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5590591196051113238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/meeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/5590591196051113238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/5590591196051113238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/meeee.html' title='meeee'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-6818220617606429382</id><published>2009-01-26T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:24:38.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brain fart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's summer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and my brain seems as if it's just turned off&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i dunno about you folks &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but i'm not upset about that :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's summer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wooo!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so i don't know how good my blogs are gonna be cuz i'm not exactly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;completely using my brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-6818220617606429382?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6818220617606429382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/brain-fart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/6818220617606429382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/6818220617606429382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/brain-fart.html' title='brain fart'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-671405460650925107</id><published>2009-01-26T20:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:39:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stormy seas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SYNJY8WlS5I/AAAAAAAAABI/VKiRF7PC4b8/s1600-h/stormy+seas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SYNJY8WlS5I/AAAAAAAAABI/VKiRF7PC4b8/s200/stormy+seas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297158279584369554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           Stormy Seas                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was a bad day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you made it all go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you made my troubles cease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;the stormy seas stopped destroying my insides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you brought back comfort and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you always pull it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you lead me through the toughest storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are my lighthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you keep me safe and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i get butterflies when i touch your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you stroke my chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want to be anything but perfect for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;'cuz i don't ever want this feeling to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;no other feeling could be this true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you always pull it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you lead me through the toughest storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are my lighthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you keep me safe and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just want to stare into your beautiful eyes all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you call me back from the fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you squeeze my hand so tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i squeeze yours back, and you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i never want to let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you always pull it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you lead me through the toughest storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are my lighthouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you keep me safe and warm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you keep me safe and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-671405460650925107?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SYNJY8WlS5I/AAAAAAAAABI/VKiRF7PC4b8/s72-c/stormy+seas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-8866893144954990075</id><published>2009-01-26T20:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:24:15.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish it was mean to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           for my eyes and hers only                                           &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:alone... miss u                                     &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                                 &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             i'm thinking about you. ryley. the woman who means everything to me...&lt;br /&gt;and the night. one week ago. 8 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;the day i saw you. it was so beautiful. seeing you again. seeing your lovely hair. those bug glasses ;)&lt;br /&gt;you were just laying on the floor, in the bookstore...the kids section, and i wanted to lay on top of you&lt;br /&gt;the elevator. the rush of it all. the intensity and the thrill of your touch. your kiss. your CHAPSTICK lol&lt;br /&gt;you played with me and i wished i could've played with you more&lt;br /&gt;(but then of course i was an idiot and had to go saying i didn't want my friend left out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw you first&lt;br /&gt;on that day&lt;br /&gt;and the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing the girls short. you know the ones that like panty's lol&lt;br /&gt;yea those ones. the blue track. the only one i ever fell at&lt;br /&gt;i was really having a shitty day. speaking of which i had to take a shit.&lt;br /&gt;i walked by you didn't even think i was going to see you anymore than that&lt;br /&gt;but i think you said something along the lines of you're cute or something...&lt;br /&gt;you were saying it to everyone of course. but i thought you were very much the same&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda stood there. grabbed a handfull of ice and started tossing it over the grass :)&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even know what to say to you. it's kinda strange i think to just tell a total stranger&lt;br /&gt;they are so completely beautiful. but you were the first one to say something.&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;you gave me a cookie :)&lt;br /&gt;i wanted your number. and then i had to be polite so i asked your numbers&lt;br /&gt;i put them both in there. "ry ry"&lt;br /&gt;i guessi gave you my number...&lt;br /&gt;and we talked and i dunno why but i just really wanted to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;like all the time...and then that wasn't enough. i had to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came and visited you&lt;br /&gt;and we instantly connected. literally.&lt;br /&gt;our first kiss was in your kitchen&lt;br /&gt;i remember...your little mini kisses. I LUV THEM&lt;br /&gt;then we explored your basement hehe. with only an hour right?&lt;br /&gt;we really made the best of that time. then i went to that high school&lt;br /&gt;just to be with you...and the damn thing cost a bunch for me to need to leave early haha&lt;br /&gt;then you're parents said you couldn't be with me...&lt;br /&gt;i guess we've said stuff em but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't believe i can't see you right now&lt;br /&gt;i just want to hold you and be&lt;br /&gt;right there with you&lt;br /&gt;to feel your warmth. your touch.&lt;br /&gt;your comforting touch&lt;br /&gt;i feel safe with you.&lt;br /&gt;everything feels less painful. less tense&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time i am terrified&lt;br /&gt;that i cannot be everything&lt;br /&gt;for you. that i'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;i love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;no distance is too far away for me to love you&lt;br /&gt;ryley. the girl of my dreams. i luv love lurv love love you!         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-8866893144954990075?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8866893144954990075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-it-was-mean-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8866893144954990075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8866893144954990075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-it-was-mean-to-be.html' title='i wish it was mean to be'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-8952067778523599445</id><published>2009-01-26T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:23:08.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i never actually got to thank you the other night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;for all the help you were to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you gave me a bed, a pillow and a warm blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;and for that you are a sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;even when i don't want to be around anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;or talk to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you are the place i can go to let it all out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you always have been good at listening to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i can take out my anger on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;and you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're quiet at times and loud at others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you've always got a room for me and my brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you get me what i "need" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;and are a key essential for me to succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you have protection and keys and locks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;but that's only to keep me safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;to keep me safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i use you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;and try not to abuse you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're not perfect and neither am i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;but we do all we can to make sure we get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;i do my part as best as i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;to make the place more spic and span&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;once again thank you for being there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;when life was just too hard to bare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;for being there when i was down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;and keeping me safe and sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;and this so that all the world may know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-style: normal;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;that this is a place to learn and grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-8952067778523599445?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8952067778523599445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/letter-to-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8952067778523599445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8952067778523599445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/letter-to-home.html' title='letter to home'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-1998455161641617684</id><published>2009-01-26T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:22:24.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;I don't know why&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;when i looked in your eyes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;it was so different&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;than anyone elses&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;when i beheld you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;my heart started skipping beats.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;my life changed i think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;i think it made everthing cease to sink.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;and in the midst of all this turmoil and pain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;i can't feel any thing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;because you're in my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;and i all the things that siphen out the good&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;don't work on me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;and it's because of you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;it's true&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;i don't regret that i fell so fast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;because i know you'll catch me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;it's you and only you...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;i tried to no let my walls come down&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;but when it came to the battle in my heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;i just couldn't hold it in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;my heartbeat was ramming into the gates&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;it could not even wait&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;to be yours...to serve you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;to keep you happy and safe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;I'm one lucky guy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;you'll say whatever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;but it's up to me to determine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;why i love her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;-an original by Curtis Hickman-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-1998455161641617684?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/1998455161641617684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/1998455161641617684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/1998455161641617684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-love.html' title='in love...'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-7812406676714130621</id><published>2009-01-26T20:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:21:58.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with you again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;thought about you today&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;you were on my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;eager to talk to you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and just unwind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;i bet you miss me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;i already miss you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the days together, not even two&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;it wasn't a bad feeling though&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;it's something you expect to be sad about...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;missing someone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;but it's not...it's one of the greatest feelings ever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;because i know soon i'll be with you again...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;someday soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-7812406676714130621?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7812406676714130621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7812406676714130621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7812406676714130621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-you-again.html' title='with you again'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-4578703973340920521</id><published>2009-01-26T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:21:42.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baghead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           No Face                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;just sitting alone on the cold linoleum floor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;you don't want to do anything else&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;but sit…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;sit and be alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;because being alone you're safe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;like an ostrich, head buried in the sand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;safe from the terror of the crowd&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;safe from screaming aloud&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;so you remain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;remain alone by yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;you've never had to hide from yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;you'll never be neglected, discarded…ignored&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;by yourself you'll never be put second&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;you won't be hurt, betrayed, or deceived&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;you'll never be let down or blown off&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;or be anything short of received&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;so you sit and you wait, with this bag on your head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;you think and you wonder why&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and question yourself over and over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;how people can immerse themselves in this lie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;do they do it for you, because they actually care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;or is it just for them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and so you remain with this bag on your head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;and leave your life governed by whim&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-4578703973340920521?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4578703973340920521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/baghead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/4578703973340920521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/4578703973340920521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/baghead.html' title='baghead'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-6413640955210629600</id><published>2009-01-26T20:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:21:16.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic...not</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           Perfect (btw it’s not as poetic as i’d hoped)                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what is perfect. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;perfect is not human&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;perfect is out of this world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;perfect is not easy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to be perfect is bold&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i strive to be perfect for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's impossible i know...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but i'm reaching for it &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i made mistakes and i still do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i always will&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it is what keeps us humble&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;keeps us human&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and it shows that you love someone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when you're willing to change yourself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for the one you love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i shouldn't hold you back&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i shouldn't push you forward&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i should just hold you in my arms&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hold you to my chest&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and you'll listen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;listen to my heart beating softly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the cold wind rushing around our bodies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;listen to the faint, but lucrative whisper..."i love you"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so yet again. being perfect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it doesn't matter. i think i get it now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;being it isn't achievable here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we're human. we must remember&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;just know that i will do all i can &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i will not hold you for who you were then&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i won't tell you to be someone you're not&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i will always care. always listen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i will tell you my secrets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i won't push you away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so when you see how imperfect i am&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;just know. i'm still willing to change&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;because i know it is the best thing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;because it's for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-6413640955210629600?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/6413640955210629600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/poeticnot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/6413640955210629600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/6413640955210629600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/poeticnot.html' title='Poetic...not'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-8462140418214299275</id><published>2009-01-26T20:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:20:38.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           emily’s poem                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's time like these&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;on special occasion&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;where i get to ponder&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;about our equation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you're right at my side&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;right here for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i will be here for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;as soon as you need&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;our love has just blossomed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's one of a kind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this is better than anything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i had in mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i have to say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's a special day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so that you can remember the way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that you got this cool frame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and a cute little poem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no really...it's lame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but just know that i love you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a lot more than you think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but that's our little secret &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i know right? wink wink (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-8462140418214299275?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8462140418214299275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/emily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8462140418214299275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8462140418214299275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/emily.html' title='Emily :)'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-4337370923204936420</id><published>2009-01-26T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:20:16.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           Gazing                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;staring into your beautiful, twinkling eyes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you are looking back at me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the most joyful and in love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyone can be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it is sad that you think it will end&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;as we have have only started.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to think there are only a few weeks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;until we will be parted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but i don't want it to end there&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's going to be okay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'll be holding you again...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;soon again...someday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so keep your chin up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;don't think about it too much&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'cuz i'm the soldier here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm s'posed to your crutch&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'll hold you up when you are down&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so you can be amazing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to help to help them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;will all the friends you're raising&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the fire that's your eyes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;continuously blazing...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that is why i look at you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;unable to stop gazing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-4337370923204936420?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4337370923204936420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/gazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/4337370923204936420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/4337370923204936420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/gazing.html' title='Gazing...'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-4631447554273086749</id><published>2009-01-26T20:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:20:02.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           i’m on the verge                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reluctantly she looks back to me, unable to shake the past&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You never expected to hear from me again, with such a rocky journey&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Luckily, everyone gets a chance to start over, new...fresh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone, even you, even me, even the guy who was dumb enough to let you go once&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your decision is what determines our fate though and this time i won't dissappoint&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-4631447554273086749?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/4631447554273086749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/4631447554273086749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/4631447554273086749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-5300539382942281613</id><published>2009-01-26T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:19:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...just read it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           stirring                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a dark cold world surrounds us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;where anything can happen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;where life doesn't end sweetly everytime&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maybe there's no end though. maybe just maybe this time you'll notice me again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i write all the time, yet nothing seems good enough to be worthy of you again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;reality sets in, and so does doubt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;she's so much better off without you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you can't be all that she needs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but you buck up...write something new&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maybe this ones good enough for you to want me back&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i must up the courage to tell you, and no response.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;doubt floods back in. this time theres a reason. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;does she care for real.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you just bore your soul...if she wanted to you back she would've told you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;she knows how bad you want her. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yet...nothing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;fear fills the heart. all this time effort. thought. love. wasted. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what do you do it for... just try for things out of reach. and then you realise. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the things out of reach mean that you aren't like every other person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it means in spite of all the hard times you have to suffer...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you're the stronger one who's actually man enough to face the fear right in the eye. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you sit up straight and stop slouching and actually tell her again...this time with confidence. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you get your answer and you can go on another day. stronger. better.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-5300539382942281613?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/5300539382942281613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-read-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/5300539382942281613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/5300539382942281613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-read-it.html' title='...just read it'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-3512656796855336854</id><published>2009-01-26T20:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:19:09.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" width="0" height="1" /&gt;                         &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           ...it happens in the blink of an eye                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one day...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the turn of your head&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's as quick as that. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to lose someone precious...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to meet the love of your life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;to stop breathing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;or to start again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when you feel like you can appreciate everyone of those moments is when you're better than the rest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;too bad i'm not there... doubt i ever am gonna be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so i hope you can wait up :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-3512656796855336854?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/3512656796855336854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/blinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/3512656796855336854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/3512656796855336854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/blinking.html' title='Blinking'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-8072982411496283294</id><published>2009-01-26T20:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:18:35.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Hopelessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           eternal hopelessness                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             you can't get over her&lt;br /&gt;you'd rather have a car fall on you&lt;br /&gt;because the pain of every body in your body being crushed&lt;br /&gt;can't even be as great as the ache in my heart right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i barely even know you...&lt;br /&gt;you remind me that all of the time&lt;br /&gt;but yet i am fixated...on you&lt;br /&gt;and i can't get it out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get told it's not worth it...&lt;br /&gt;and the heartache only proves them wrong&lt;br /&gt;the endless trials with no reward make me strive more&lt;br /&gt;and the hopelessness remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone hates me&lt;br /&gt;and it confuses you&lt;br /&gt;because although you beleive them...&lt;br /&gt;you want to believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no way to say what i feel...&lt;br /&gt;only that it's undescribable&lt;br /&gt;yet i am naive enough to try&lt;br /&gt;and think i am able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain this pain...this sorrow&lt;br /&gt;this un-needed pain&lt;br /&gt;this terrible hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;too wide to mend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying out inside&lt;br /&gt;a soft sob, no one can hear.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could but you are too worried about being attached.&lt;br /&gt;and so i remain...alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have too much good going for you to take a chance with me&lt;br /&gt;you have too many friends who don't want anything to do with me&lt;br /&gt;too much against me...&lt;br /&gt;and then...there's me...and quite frankly my side doesn't seem like a winner&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not a quitter...i just don't&lt;br /&gt;i don't give up&lt;br /&gt;that's why i allow myself to feel so much pain because i am really dumb enough to go on&lt;br /&gt;i know you think i am too&lt;br /&gt;doesn't  matter&lt;br /&gt;i'm not giving up on you&lt;br /&gt;don't think i'll ever come to either...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to...becuase i really do care. i'm not some clone who says it...&lt;br /&gt;nice guys finish last...right now that's definatly me...         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-8072982411496283294?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8072982411496283294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/eternal-hopelessness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8072982411496283294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8072982411496283294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/eternal-hopelessness.html' title='Eternal Hopelessness'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-610938252670918281</id><published>2009-01-26T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:18:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Days Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           a days work                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                      too long have i waited&lt;br /&gt;to see you again&lt;br /&gt;every emotion has been experience since we've been apart&lt;br /&gt;the best one was gained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emotion of true happiness&lt;br /&gt;the one you showed me&lt;br /&gt;can cancel all the others out&lt;br /&gt;will let you be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last night that i saw you&lt;br /&gt;you were so amazingly, breathtakingly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;your smile so perfect&lt;br /&gt;your hugs................ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;yet every fiber in me want you right here&lt;br /&gt;next to me&lt;br /&gt;we could be a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our connection&lt;br /&gt;is something too great&lt;br /&gt;to just overlook&lt;br /&gt;greater than in any book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss arizona... i really can't get you outta my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-610938252670918281?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/610938252670918281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/days-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/610938252670918281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/610938252670918281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/days-work.html' title='A Days Work'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-8010010749391178221</id><published>2009-01-26T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:17:39.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;           My Life Short Story                                                                                                                  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;         &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;             ................&lt;style&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;!--&lt;br/&gt;  @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }&lt;br/&gt;  P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }&lt;br/&gt; --&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So this is my story. It's really an&lt;br /&gt;un-spiced up story about me. But it's true and it's to the point. I&lt;br /&gt;was born in a small town in England, by the name of Aylesbury, where&lt;br /&gt;I was raised until I was at the age of five. In those years, I&lt;br /&gt;learned to walk, but never to crawl. I also learned how to bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;climb, and be a big bully of a big brother. I witnessed many things,&lt;br /&gt;like watching my Mum give my Dad a nice bruise with a remote. They&lt;br /&gt;never got along well, so by the time I was two, they'd had enough.&lt;br /&gt;They ended the marriage and my Dad wasn't too happy because his kids,&lt;br /&gt;me and my brother Jordan, would only get to see him once a week. He&lt;br /&gt;went kinda crazy...lot's of crazy life. Anyways my Mum was a convert&lt;br /&gt;to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and she had the&lt;br /&gt;missionaries over all they time. They all loved her. One in&lt;br /&gt;particular guy loved her more than the rest though. His name was&lt;br /&gt;Boyd. He was a guy from the states. Their short and simple story was&lt;br /&gt;that after his mission, he flew back over to England... blah blah&lt;br /&gt;blah... He picked her up, and took her back here to visit. She liked&lt;br /&gt;it,and as you can tell, and she decided to fly us all over here and&lt;br /&gt;marry Boyd. Well we were poor...very poor. Money was tight, but&lt;br /&gt;luckily we had a cool neighbor in American Fork, who gave us a&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo. It was so amazing to me a Jordan. We were a couple kids who&lt;br /&gt;could be pleased with the simplest of toys. That house was a lot of&lt;br /&gt;fun, but it just wasn't big enough for us though. Boyd and my Mum&lt;br /&gt;were very much in love, but we already had a full house, and they&lt;br /&gt;wanted a couple kid right? So our next house was built for us in&lt;br /&gt;nowhere else better than the famous PROVO...that's right. Mormon town&lt;br /&gt;central. I loved it there though. Me and Jordan grew up probably 8 of&lt;br /&gt;our years there, and we experienced a lot there. Both of our paths&lt;br /&gt;were different though. We were very English, and for Jordan that was&lt;br /&gt;a good thing, but for me it was another reason to pick on me. So I&lt;br /&gt;grew up there and had a lot of people who made fun of me, and told me&lt;br /&gt;to go back to England. Jordan on the other hand...everyone like him,&lt;br /&gt;and he helped them to make me feel bad. Things changed for me when we&lt;br /&gt;moved out to Riverton. We needed to move because Boyd was finding it&lt;br /&gt;hard to live 50 some odd miles from work, and drive that trip&lt;br /&gt;everyday. So we got a house maybe 25 minutes or so closer in a small&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood, where we got to kind of start again. This time was&lt;br /&gt;different for me. I hit a major growth spurt, and I started to play&lt;br /&gt;football. It was right before school got back in. All the football&lt;br /&gt;guys helped me get a little more popular, but I never really felt&lt;br /&gt;like I wanted to be a part of a clique like that, so I still just did&lt;br /&gt;my own thing. And everyone was a little cooler. Well as you can sense&lt;br /&gt;a pattern in my life, we needed to upgrade...again. We built a new&lt;br /&gt;house, but this time my parents liked the city a lot more so we moved&lt;br /&gt;up the road to Herriman. It wasn't a big deal. I still went to the&lt;br /&gt;same school. And then High School happened. I started off in the&lt;br /&gt;band, and it seemed like some huge clique...well cliques aren't my&lt;br /&gt;thing, so I steered clear of that. And I got into some trouble with a&lt;br /&gt;senior in my sophmore year, and everyone in the band ended up hating&lt;br /&gt;me...I guess there's a lot of people in the band. Anyways...I kept my&lt;br /&gt;head down, and in the spring I took up track. I guess I turned out to&lt;br /&gt;be pretty good, cause I went to state the first year I tried it. I&lt;br /&gt;did it again the next year too, but I was really good at that, but&lt;br /&gt;not so good at keeping my love life moving along. I was a really big&lt;br /&gt;screw up with girls in my junior year. Just got into doing things&lt;br /&gt;that I wasn't proud of with lot's of girls, and messed up my life. It&lt;br /&gt;just made me really miserable. In my senior year so far, I've come a&lt;br /&gt;long way though. I met a girl named Emily who was an absolutely&lt;br /&gt;amazing girlfriend to me, but she moved to Idaho, and things happened&lt;br /&gt;that just made the relationship need to end. I was back to my old bad&lt;br /&gt;habits after that until I pulled my head out of my butt, and started&lt;br /&gt;to make restitution, and change my life. I met a girl that is&lt;br /&gt;absolutely positively amazing, but I know that dating around is the&lt;br /&gt;best thing for us, because I'll just end up ruining it, knowing me.&lt;br /&gt;But I've really had a helluva ride, and in only a short 17 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-8010010749391178221?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/8010010749391178221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8010010749391178221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/8010010749391178221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-7315773909550795644</id><published>2009-01-26T20:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:49:03.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Mic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SYNIgW1m-_I/AAAAAAAAABA/tQJl6oXPkDg/s1600-h/Lostmic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SYNIgW1m-_I/AAAAAAAAABA/tQJl6oXPkDg/s320/Lostmic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157307441282034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;tears me up inside.&lt;br /&gt;because it's totally hopeless, for us to be&lt;br /&gt;you've broke down all my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i think i love.&lt;br /&gt;yet the "us" we'll never be&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just forget about it&lt;br /&gt;pack up, end it...flee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's because i don't give up on you&lt;br /&gt;i won't and never will&lt;br /&gt;just give me the chance to show you&lt;br /&gt;that i will not fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a long shot i know&lt;br /&gt;that so much doth go against&lt;br /&gt;you taking just one shot on me&lt;br /&gt;and giving me your trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you how i can.&lt;br /&gt;with all that i can do&lt;br /&gt;to prove to you that i'm sincere.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way i'd force it&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that you can hear&lt;br /&gt;my cry for you, although it's quiet&lt;br /&gt;to listen for me, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really lame and so am i&lt;br /&gt;writing such a thing&lt;br /&gt;but it's what i do and how i tell&lt;br /&gt;the things i cannot sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to you, this one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;you know exactly who you are&lt;br /&gt;that you is all that i desire,&lt;br /&gt;when i wish upon a star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-7315773909550795644?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/7315773909550795644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-mic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7315773909550795644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/7315773909550795644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-mic.html' title='The Lost Mic.'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/SYNIgW1m-_I/AAAAAAAAABA/tQJl6oXPkDg/s72-c/Lostmic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010268326922570015.post-2628520568216787552</id><published>2009-01-06T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:25:24.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey What's Up</title><content type='html'>This Is the Beggining Of It's Long And Healthy Life of Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010268326922570015-2628520568216787552?l=ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/feeds/2628520568216787552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-whats-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/2628520568216787552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010268326922570015/posts/default/2628520568216787552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyoucouldonlyseemenow.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-whats-up.html' title='Hey What&apos;s Up'/><author><name>:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721070955001397368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfpQjDRb6aE/TJpsOQinmhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F79Y1hWJywo/S220/712.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
