<?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-8915985582886173044</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:17:49.864Z</updated><category term='think'/><category term='poem'/><category term='thinking'/><title type='text'>Black Roses</title><subtitle type='html'>The poems of the Black Roses</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-8097661473312503352</id><published>2008-04-05T00:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:13:28.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Each time yours is broken</title><content type='html'>And once more we were left behind&lt;br /&gt;Looking around for some love to find&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this senseless croud&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed by silence... You can't shout that loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look inside you, again nothing you find&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is empty... You feel so blind&lt;br /&gt;Where is the hapiness you used to love?...&lt;br /&gt;You are more down in hell than you are here above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears drip from a dry passion&lt;br /&gt;Felt so right doing that absurd action...&lt;br /&gt;Screwed the life out of those who had it already screwed,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter, love and disgrace, purely glued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see with blind eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nor you can with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Each time you try, another chance dies&lt;br /&gt;Each time yours is broken, another heart dries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-8097661473312503352?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/8097661473312503352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=8097661473312503352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/8097661473312503352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/8097661473312503352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/04/each-time-yours-is-broken.html' title='Each time yours is broken'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-4603507945877318192</id><published>2008-02-01T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:44:37.747Z</updated><title type='text'>It shall be.</title><content type='html'>Today my heart has been broken&lt;br /&gt;And I think It's easy to see&lt;br /&gt;That the devil has spoken&lt;br /&gt;Completely against me...&lt;br /&gt;And now... He wants my heart killed.&lt;br /&gt;And so It shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone wants to face my pain&lt;br /&gt;I can assure you he'll have no gain&lt;br /&gt;Because my pain is mine, it's all for me&lt;br /&gt;My pain is mine, and so it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, this is life, this is love&lt;br /&gt;If you are down, just climb above&lt;br /&gt;It may be complex for you, but it's easy for me&lt;br /&gt;This is love, and love it shall be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-4603507945877318192?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/4603507945877318192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=4603507945877318192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4603507945877318192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4603507945877318192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-shall-be.html' title='It shall be.'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-8870818072042287919</id><published>2008-01-25T23:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:49:39.788Z</updated><title type='text'>The lonely bird</title><content type='html'>I saw a lonely bird flying&lt;br /&gt;when the dawn of the day was dying&lt;br /&gt;In the center of the clear sky&lt;br /&gt;A good feeling passing by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel awfully bad&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe good but mainly sad&lt;br /&gt;Melancholic sensation, sweet tears&lt;br /&gt;Bad animation, salty fears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me think on my confusion&lt;br /&gt;And enhance my delusion&lt;br /&gt;Made me get away of my own mind&lt;br /&gt;Letting myself alone... And my soul to find...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-8870818072042287919?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/8870818072042287919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=8870818072042287919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/8870818072042287919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/8870818072042287919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/lonely-bird.html' title='The lonely bird'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-7029961135957841479</id><published>2008-01-22T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:30:44.531Z</updated><title type='text'>The rain. My rain.</title><content type='html'>I love that rain&lt;br /&gt;The one that dries my tears&lt;br /&gt;The one that doesn't fall in vain&lt;br /&gt;The one that cleans my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain that falls madly&lt;br /&gt;That makes me wet so gladly&lt;br /&gt;I love my beautiful rain&lt;br /&gt;I love it, makes me insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain that falls continuosly&lt;br /&gt;The rain that glows contagiously&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder curiously...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me live blamelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when the rain stops permanently&lt;br /&gt;And life smiles at me defiantly&lt;br /&gt;It should be better, obviously&lt;br /&gt;But I just start shouting endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-7029961135957841479?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/7029961135957841479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=7029961135957841479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/7029961135957841479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/7029961135957841479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-my-rain.html' title='The rain. My rain.'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-8038786379364330657</id><published>2008-01-22T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:09:14.969Z</updated><title type='text'>The dark ship</title><content type='html'>A dark ship with a broken shell&lt;br /&gt;A dark ship that flew me to hell&lt;br /&gt;A dark ship that will let me tell&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I don't know well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone at the dark I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Or not, maybe I ran from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in the abyss what can I do&lt;br /&gt;Help me please I can't get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running real fast from something invisible&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the rest of something untirable&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in a bed make of stone&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the things I have already blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was blown&lt;br /&gt;To the deepest of the hells thrown&lt;br /&gt;Come here let me get out&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-8038786379364330657?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/8038786379364330657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=8038786379364330657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/8038786379364330657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/8038786379364330657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-ship.html' title='The dark ship'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-3316444101199590366</id><published>2008-01-21T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:42:18.292Z</updated><title type='text'>Rejected feelings</title><content type='html'>I think on the things I do for love&lt;br /&gt;And I know I am exagerated&lt;br /&gt;I screwed things up for love&lt;br /&gt;And I think on the chaos I generated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid love, stupid passion, stupid stupidity&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we continue to live in our mediocrity?&lt;br /&gt;Continue with out lame destinys...&lt;br /&gt;Continue with our absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today whe can lose our respect&lt;br /&gt;Get over with the sanity we expect&lt;br /&gt;Do again the things we regret&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the feelings we reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-3316444101199590366?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/3316444101199590366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=3316444101199590366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/3316444101199590366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/3316444101199590366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/rejected-feelings.html' title='Rejected feelings'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-1066213728499819996</id><published>2008-01-19T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:11:47.424Z</updated><title type='text'>My obligation. My dreams</title><content type='html'>The dreams I had of things not meant to exist&lt;br /&gt;Appearing in my head they seem to persist...&lt;br /&gt;At least my hope manages to resist&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait for reality to twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make it happen, spare me the discouragement&lt;br /&gt;Everything you say is still encouragement&lt;br /&gt;I think my normal sanity I've missed&lt;br /&gt;People make me think my ticket to hell I kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THIS MANIAC CONVERSATION&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA BRING PEACE TO THE WHOLE DAMN NATION&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA REALIZE MY IMPOSSIBLE DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA CLEAR ALL OF THESE OBNOXIOUS SCREAMS&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA FIGHT AWAY ALL THIS TEMPTATION&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA DESTROY ALL OF MY FRUSTRATION&lt;br /&gt;VAPORIZE ALL THIS ANNIHILATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just stupid thoughts&lt;br /&gt;A man alone can't beat motivation&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter for what he foughts&lt;br /&gt;A man can't beat desperation&lt;br /&gt;This is just my stupid imagination&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing my crazy concentration&lt;br /&gt;Just alone doesn't mind my determination&lt;br /&gt;But I have to do something... It's my obligation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-1066213728499819996?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/1066213728499819996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=1066213728499819996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/1066213728499819996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/1066213728499819996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-obligation-my-dreams.html' title='My obligation. My dreams'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-1178902157343660614</id><published>2008-01-19T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:42:22.324Z</updated><title type='text'>For Kristi, again!</title><content type='html'>Hi sweet, I think that talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Is the thing I do&lt;br /&gt;That gives me most pleasure&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures I have of you&lt;br /&gt;Are my most well guarded treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As golden as the bright sun&lt;br /&gt;Watching your hair gives me my best fun&lt;br /&gt;As blue as the deepest sea&lt;br /&gt;Your gorgeous eyes I love to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;And it is the most brilliant thing I seem to find&lt;br /&gt;Following you, my heart is blind&lt;br /&gt;Perfection and love, perfectly combined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Your figure I can see&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly distinguished&lt;br /&gt;As If you were next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, just a friend, Is all I can be&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't really matter to me&lt;br /&gt;At least our hearts are free&lt;br /&gt;Although I love you, You have to agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-1178902157343660614?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/1178902157343660614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=1178902157343660614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/1178902157343660614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/1178902157343660614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-kristi-again.html' title='For Kristi, again!'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-4375166123090648403</id><published>2008-01-16T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:08:52.345Z</updated><title type='text'>The line of normality</title><content type='html'>I would like that dreams really came true&lt;br /&gt;And that truth overcomed the stupid line reality drew&lt;br /&gt;I would like that the world was made new&lt;br /&gt;I would like that God cleaned the things he screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but it can't be made&lt;br /&gt;Reality isn't that easy to fade&lt;br /&gt;We can't just overide that stupid normality&lt;br /&gt;Or at least without screwing up your morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a problem that damages mentality&lt;br /&gt;And substancialy increases the rate of mortality&lt;br /&gt;A problem that may just rise fatality&lt;br /&gt;Without you even realizing it's finality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... what's the point of it?&lt;br /&gt;Preventing abnormality?&lt;br /&gt;Protecting your vitality?&lt;br /&gt;It's sounds like a stupid thing to me&lt;br /&gt;Disastrously ignorant rule is what i see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-4375166123090648403?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/4375166123090648403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=4375166123090648403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4375166123090648403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4375166123090648403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/line-of-normality.html' title='The line of normality'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-7754077105829711787</id><published>2008-01-16T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:03:11.995Z</updated><title type='text'>Confusing...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is but i know it's confusing&lt;br /&gt;I know that i don't need the sanity i'm losing&lt;br /&gt;But it really isn't that amusing&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's because that seeing the reality i am refusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... but I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Which of the two loves are true?&lt;br /&gt;One is perfect but seemingly impossible&lt;br /&gt;Other imperfect, but sounds so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is that I can't love both&lt;br /&gt;I have to kill the love, stop it's growth&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that's wrong, maybe i shouldn't stop&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with the time... The love will drop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-7754077105829711787?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/7754077105829711787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=7754077105829711787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/7754077105829711787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/7754077105829711787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/confusing.html' title='Confusing...'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-6755362391445210172</id><published>2008-01-15T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:34:50.137Z</updated><title type='text'>Judgement day</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with the world this days&lt;br /&gt;Where if you kiss someone you get judged&lt;br /&gt;And you have to keep listening to what everyone says&lt;br /&gt;And be careful with the attention she pays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can't speak without being listened&lt;br /&gt;Even if you whisper on your mind&lt;br /&gt;You hide your deepest secrets inside you&lt;br /&gt;But everyone always seems to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you cannot live without being ignored&lt;br /&gt;And without knowing you aren't adored&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone simultaneously loves you...&lt;br /&gt;And profundly hates you for your eyes so blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the envy in the world that ever existed&lt;br /&gt;That pursues you and seems to make your thoughts twisted&lt;br /&gt;At least you will show your friends that for a while you persisted&lt;br /&gt;But it's stronger than you.. You haven't resisted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-6755362391445210172?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/6755362391445210172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=6755362391445210172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/6755362391445210172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/6755362391445210172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/judgement-day.html' title='Judgement day'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-6141918517985743707</id><published>2008-01-14T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:37:47.698Z</updated><title type='text'>What's the point?</title><content type='html'>What is the point of talking serious&lt;br /&gt;If you had to reflect on everything you said?&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of saying dreaming is not imperious&lt;br /&gt;If that's the way to get the words on your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of thinking in passion&lt;br /&gt;If your heart has no compassion&lt;br /&gt;Makes you suffer, makes you pay&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't hear what you have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And makes you think on all the love you bled&lt;br /&gt;All the stupid things you said&lt;br /&gt;While you couldn't take her off your head&lt;br /&gt;All the pain that she spread&lt;br /&gt;Well the love, now it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of still thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;There is no point, so I quit&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;I think i crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;Lets go out to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And let it shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-6141918517985743707?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/6141918517985743707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=6141918517985743707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/6141918517985743707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/6141918517985743707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-point.html' title='What&apos;s the point?'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-4891298720545895884</id><published>2008-01-12T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:31:26.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned</title><content type='html'>Yes I've been thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand anymore the lies I've been drinking&lt;br /&gt;The world Isn't anymore what it used to be&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is to find some way to flee&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I don't think I'm coward enough&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stay and make me look tough&lt;br /&gt;And if for some reason my courage fails&lt;br /&gt;And if I get off my honorable trails&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to think in you&lt;br /&gt;And ask you what I should do&lt;br /&gt;Finally facing my true fate&lt;br /&gt;Defeating away all that hate&lt;br /&gt;That poisons my hardly beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone needs some love, and I want my part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-4891298720545895884?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/4891298720545895884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=4891298720545895884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4891298720545895884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4891298720545895884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/poisoned.html' title='Poisoned'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-358972620051313173</id><published>2008-01-09T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:50:56.949Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just the irony of life&lt;br /&gt;Or death, depends on what most pleases you&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange feeling, delicious too&lt;br /&gt;What might it be? I don't know... Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic, poetic justice, just Karma&lt;br /&gt;All working under the influence of Dharma&lt;br /&gt;Getting themselves tangled in the lines of fate&lt;br /&gt;And nobody got out, at least until this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just how the universe works, mechanically&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't just give bad luck randomly&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want, you'll get what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;But just remember nothing can be preserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-358972620051313173?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/358972620051313173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=358972620051313173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/358972620051313173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/358972620051313173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-just-irony-of-life-or-death-depends.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-4367802807307758272</id><published>2008-01-06T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:19:49.637Z</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>I need something enigmatic&lt;br /&gt;Something capable of just letting me static&lt;br /&gt;Looking at something i can not understand&lt;br /&gt;Something that i can not comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder, the world is so full of mysteries&lt;br /&gt;And i can't find one for me&lt;br /&gt;I need an enigmatic mystery&lt;br /&gt;I need something to explain my reason to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to find one like that&lt;br /&gt;I can't just pull it out of my hat&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't work in that way&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy, doesn't matter what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I start thinking i become aware of an enigma&lt;br /&gt;A big and strange mystery&lt;br /&gt;I start thinking in my reason to be&lt;br /&gt;But i cannot find an answer anymore&lt;br /&gt;Im lost in my own mind&lt;br /&gt;Searching for an answer impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;And i can't find my reason to be,&lt;br /&gt;So please... Can you help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-4367802807307758272?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/4367802807307758272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=4367802807307758272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4367802807307758272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4367802807307758272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2008/01/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-4831700871352153800</id><published>2007-12-21T22:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:02:46.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Delirious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;lalalalalalalala&lt;br/&gt;Today's poem ain't gonna be that interesting&lt;br/&gt;Because I'm having fun testing&lt;br/&gt;The limit of your patience!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;lalalalalalala&lt;br/&gt;total random words&lt;br/&gt;so random like two random birds&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So are you having fun?&lt;br/&gt;Or are you just preparing to run?&lt;br/&gt;I sure am laughing&lt;br/&gt;Looking at you! It's so friggin fantastic!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm just crazy, don't panic&lt;br/&gt;(Not crazy like schizophrenic)&lt;br/&gt;I have a headache, I can't think more xD&lt;br/&gt;It looks like... I've been hit by a door :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just delirious,  not healthy!&lt;br/&gt;Not healthy like before!&lt;br/&gt;two times five equals four&lt;br/&gt;I am delirious, hear me ROAR!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;roflmao! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-4831700871352153800?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/4831700871352153800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=4831700871352153800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4831700871352153800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/4831700871352153800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/12/delirious.html' title='Delirious'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-3468921005011103675</id><published>2007-12-17T23:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:56:14.587Z</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Sometimes I wonder around in my head&lt;br/&gt;I go to places I never went before&lt;br/&gt;And even if i think i shouldn't, I go ahead&lt;br/&gt;Even tho most of them are places I don't adore &lt;br/&gt;I go ahead, I can't fear no more.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I should fear,&lt;br/&gt;(Or at least that's what I hear)&lt;br/&gt;If I didn't fear, I wouldn't know what hurts me&lt;br/&gt;And at the moment what hurts me more&lt;br/&gt;Is to love you, my dear.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And if it keeps hurting&lt;br/&gt;It will start to be disconcerting &lt;br/&gt;And it never was that diverting...&lt;br/&gt;And I can't handle the love you keep inserting.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So one day I will give up&lt;br/&gt;I won't handle it anymore&lt;br/&gt;This ain't a frickish love galore&lt;br/&gt;Even tho that it is you that I adore&lt;br/&gt;I can't handle it like I did before!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p 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href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/12/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-7724356489910610882</id><published>2007-12-16T22:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:14:15.274Z</updated><title type='text'>State of Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;What is the point of blame? &lt;br/&gt;The point of making you pass a shame?&lt;br/&gt;The point of making your heart feel like it's burning&lt;br/&gt;In a really big and hot flame.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ffffff'&gt;And then again, maybe it is needed&lt;br/&gt;And needed is too a little of perfection&lt;br/&gt;Will help you fight all of this deception&lt;br/&gt;You just need a little thought, maybe a big reflection&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#33cc00'&gt;As long as the state of perfection is there&lt;br/&gt;Everything that goes wrong, you just won't care&lt;br/&gt;You won't even mind the things that to do, I dare&lt;br/&gt;But I won't do anything that bad, I swear!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;And then again, I am a little unstable&lt;br/&gt;I can do anything that I am able&lt;br/&gt;I can do everything that i can remember!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;Spending some nights alone at the park&lt;br/&gt;Making my poems every little time even more dark&lt;br/&gt;And horrifying everything you have ever read&lt;br/&gt;Killing someone, after he had bled.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ffff00'&gt;That big horror that i had fed&lt;br/&gt;I believe that now he is dead&lt;br/&gt;So i can leave, stop this dark.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ffccff'&gt;Between you and me, I sense a spark&lt;br/&gt;Even tho it is small, like a faraway bark&lt;br/&gt;I can feel it is right&lt;br/&gt;I won't give up without a fight&lt;br/&gt;I will reach up on that light&lt;br/&gt;And we both will take flight!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-7724356489910610882?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/7724356489910610882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=7724356489910610882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/7724356489910610882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/7724356489910610882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-point-of-blame-point-of-making.html' title='State of Perfection'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-2787432102007068160</id><published>2007-12-14T22:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:30:55.896Z</updated><title type='text'>True Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#3366ff'&gt;Some feelings just go away&lt;br/&gt;It doesn't matter what you say&lt;br/&gt;They disappear by the end of the day&lt;br/&gt;Quick and loudly as a thunder ray.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One of them is friendship&lt;br/&gt;It is a little strange when you think of it&lt;br/&gt;Being friendly ain't just to talk&lt;br/&gt;You have to be a friend, not just walk&lt;br/&gt;Walk, walk around to where you need to go&lt;br/&gt;And be with your friends just to follow the flow&lt;br/&gt;No, you have to be with your friends because you want to&lt;br/&gt;It has to be a real sensation, it has to be true&lt;br/&gt;And if your friendship isn't getting through&lt;br/&gt;You have to find something else to do...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then it's love, what will we do?&lt;br/&gt;The stupid red feeling, warmer than blue&lt;br/&gt;Makes you crazy, do idiotic things&lt;br/&gt;Makes you look at a statue, thinking that it sings...&lt;br/&gt;And maybe it does, depends on the days&lt;br/&gt;Depends on how love sways&lt;br/&gt;Can't clean your mind, can't concentrate&lt;br/&gt;And after this things, you still think love's great?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;May just be two, &lt;br/&gt;The ones that most affect you&lt;br/&gt;But remember one thing, an important one&lt;br/&gt;Always think on what you've done&lt;br/&gt;If you've done bad, &lt;br/&gt;Then probably you'll be sad&lt;br/&gt;And it'll go alright, if you've made someone glad&lt;br/&gt;But i just don't care&lt;br/&gt;This feelings just drive me mad&lt;br/&gt;Play with them if you want, Ignore them if you dare&lt;br/&gt;I'm getting full of this, i swear&lt;br/&gt;And if you can't understand me there,&lt;br/&gt;Just look at your heart&lt;br/&gt;Try to listen what it says...&lt;br/&gt;And it'll penetrate you like a sharp dart.&lt;br/&gt;Wasn't this one of the most lovely days?...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-2787432102007068160?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/2787432102007068160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=2787432102007068160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/2787432102007068160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/2787432102007068160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-feelings.html' title='True Feelings'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-6858643309288722919</id><published>2007-12-12T21:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:44:57.044Z</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's all your fault :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Some days i just decide to think&lt;br/&gt;More than i usually do&lt;br/&gt;Usually thoughts go away in a blink&lt;br/&gt;But this one just didn't go through.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I thought of myself with you&lt;br/&gt;With a kind of annoying love&lt;br/&gt;I don't like this kind of thoughts&lt;br/&gt;But this one suited us like a glove.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And then i think what i should do&lt;br/&gt;When i should think "Why is the sky so blue?"&lt;br/&gt;And i find myself lost in my mind&lt;br/&gt;And i think that a path to get out&lt;br/&gt;Is the current thing to find.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And then i look at you &lt;br/&gt;I get crazy, maybe it's all your fault :P&lt;br/&gt;I can't think no more, i go beserk&lt;br/&gt;My mind gets broken, it gets blacked out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a 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it&amp;#39;s all your fault :P'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-874584554659802130</id><published>2007-12-11T21:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:16:43.368Z</updated><title type='text'>For you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff99ff'&gt;I never thought i would come to this&lt;br/&gt;But i guess this time it didn't miss.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh my God i got it when i first saw you&lt;br/&gt;And i thought this was something i would never do&lt;br/&gt;Oh my God just look at me&lt;br/&gt;Oh my God how can this be?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I look at you and I drift for a while&lt;br/&gt;My eyes get lost on that beautiful smile&lt;br/&gt;And then i look at your own eyes&lt;br/&gt;And all my reason suddenly dies.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now I'm sure, I'm in love&lt;br/&gt;A deep feeling, that comes from above&lt;br/&gt;Melts my head, corrupts my mind&lt;br/&gt;A strange feeling, so hard to find.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's stupid, don't know why it exists&lt;br/&gt;Blocks my feet, locks my wrists &lt;br/&gt;But i can't help it, it's stronger than me&lt;br/&gt;I guess i can't do it, you'll have to agree.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff99ff'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-874584554659802130?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-1413908092942589959</id><published>2007-12-10T23:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:14:16.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Black dawning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Some thing's wrong, i can't get it&lt;br/&gt;What's that smell in the air?&lt;br/&gt;Some people tell me it is death&lt;br/&gt;I think it's the blood in my hair.&lt;br/&gt;Today was a horrible day,&lt;br/&gt;The black dawning broke through.&lt;br/&gt;It's time for us to pay,&lt;br/&gt;For the time we spent to play,&lt;br/&gt;Love and peace, dream no more.&lt;br/&gt;All is gone, suffer the war...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a 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dawning'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-9159568715627964166</id><published>2007-12-10T19:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:59:03.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Careful gal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hi there girl you look so good&lt;br/&gt;But stop running, don't go through the wood&lt;br/&gt;It's so dangerous, even for you&lt;br/&gt;You will die, no mater what you do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But you went, you stubborn creature&lt;br/&gt;Defied yourself, defied the nature&lt;br/&gt;You are trapped, you can't get out&lt;br/&gt;Now it's bad, and you've passed out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I warned yourself, told you to be careful&lt;br/&gt;Instead of that, you decided to be dareful&lt;br/&gt;Now you're trapped, you will die&lt;br/&gt;C'ya girl, say goodbye :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-9159568715627964166?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/9159568715627964166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=9159568715627964166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/9159568715627964166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/9159568715627964166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/12/careful-gal.html' title='Careful gal...'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-8788687071240987410</id><published>2007-12-08T23:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:51:23.602Z</updated><title type='text'>For Kristi that shall always be my best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I keep wondering&lt;br/&gt;How do you look so beautiful&lt;br/&gt;That golden hair&lt;br/&gt;Just doesn't seem fair&lt;br/&gt;Those blue eyes&lt;br/&gt;So unlogical&lt;br/&gt;You can't exist&lt;br/&gt;You are mythological &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes I can close my eyes&lt;br/&gt;But I just think of you&lt;br/&gt;If the dream never dies&lt;br/&gt;What should i do?...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-8788687071240987410?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/8788687071240987410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-8798503637838855</id><published>2007-12-08T23:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:39:30.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Black Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Black as black it can be&lt;br/&gt;My heart is the color that you can see&lt;br/&gt;Dripping black blood as red it should be&lt;br/&gt;Corrupting the floor as well as you see...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-&lt;br/&gt;The black dawning is coming&lt;br/&gt;Bringing the terror with him&lt;br/&gt;When the clan BlackRoses rises&lt;br/&gt;Prepare for the surprises&lt;br/&gt;Carnage and blood everywhere&lt;br/&gt;It's hell, i would swear...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a 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Roses'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-3987473519908781220</id><published>2007-12-08T23:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:32:02.259Z</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Existence is a mere coincidence&lt;br/&gt;And death is the true reality&lt;br/&gt;Life is a chain of indifference&lt;br/&gt;A stupid chance of defying normality&lt;br/&gt;Be happy when you die&lt;br/&gt;There's no more reasons to cry&lt;br/&gt;Now you're part of the elite of existence&lt;br/&gt;As you rule, people fall&lt;br/&gt;That is death, after all&lt;br/&gt;Maybe it's good, maybe it ain't&lt;br/&gt;Be careful, you aren't a saint&lt;br/&gt;This is death, live it well&lt;br/&gt;This is hell, can't you feel it as well?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-3987473519908781220?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/3987473519908781220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=3987473519908781220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/3987473519908781220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/3987473519908781220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-7438630169697707584</id><published>2007-12-07T22:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:44:24.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Piercing shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes it feels so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes me so incredibly sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pierces my heart, right trough my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my god, make it end, please help me somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;A black pain, feels disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart, instantly combusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;A horrible sensation, an unbearable pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why the hell did i do it, if there was no gain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;So strong, so sharp, its shrieking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;So bad, so nasty, seems like i'm sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometime, someplace just not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now it feels so good, surely nothing to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-7438630169697707584?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/7438630169697707584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=7438630169697707584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/7438630169697707584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/7438630169697707584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/12/piercing-shame.html' title='Piercing shame'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-6053481659675951412</id><published>2007-12-05T19:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:46:47.928Z</updated><title type='text'>The rise of light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;The rise of the light&lt;br/&gt;Comes after the fight&lt;br/&gt;The feeling you've done it right&lt;br/&gt;Fills your body with delight&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maybe it's love&lt;br/&gt;Flying like a dove&lt;br/&gt;Thundering the skies&lt;br/&gt;Sweetly as it flies. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-6053481659675951412?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/6053481659675951412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=6053481659675951412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/6053481659675951412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/6053481659675951412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/12/rise-of-light.html' title='The rise of light'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-8424924214877122547</id><published>2007-11-30T01:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:03:10.874Z</updated><title type='text'>The scent of despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#ffffff'&gt;The scent of the fight&lt;br/&gt;Is standing on the air&lt;br/&gt;And it's really despairing&lt;br/&gt;Just to be fair...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The scent of the daring&lt;br/&gt;That took to the death&lt;br/&gt;And if you are caring, &lt;br/&gt;The scent of regret.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The scent of the logic&lt;br/&gt;The abstract nature&lt;br/&gt;A scream that is guttural &lt;br/&gt;A scream logically unnatural.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The driftings of magic&lt;br/&gt;The nature of chaotic&lt;br/&gt;The sweetness of blood&lt;br/&gt;Craziness in a flood.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Despair is so daring&lt;br/&gt;So deviously despairing&lt;br/&gt;A perfect reality&lt;br/&gt;In it's true... totality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-8424924214877122547?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/8424924214877122547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=8424924214877122547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/8424924214877122547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/8424924214877122547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/11/scent-of-despair.html' title='The scent of despair'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-2514285325376992697</id><published>2007-11-26T20:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:59:02.427Z</updated><title type='text'>Dead Soldier's Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray for it to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wish it had never started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;My hope apparently did bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And this took me to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It started with me living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It ended with me dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I didn't live to the end of this day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh God, hear the dead soldier's pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray for my wife to be OK, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray for my kids to end happily this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray for the war to end for this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh God, hear the dead soldier's pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-2514285325376992697?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/2514285325376992697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=2514285325376992697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/2514285325376992697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/2514285325376992697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/2007/11/dead-soldiers-pray.html' title='Dead Soldier&apos;s Pray'/><author><name>Nanner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12288525862354239055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B__Tbb1O4J8/SJZSMc9fGVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8YZ8G6lFRK0/S220/l_db5fb6e2268c80e031947b3258105242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8915985582886173044.post-1239866263989027380</id><published>2007-11-26T20:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:31:25.166Z</updated><title type='text'>The logic of dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Why the hell do i have to dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What about if i can't do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Maybe they aren't as good as they seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Probably just gonna make you scream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What about if dreams were logical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What about if they weren't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dreams aren't supposed to make you think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dreams can disappear in an eye blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So go... dream if you dare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If you ask me, i really don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But be careful, be very aware...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Watch out, it can be a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blkrss.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-1239866263989027380?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/1239866263989027380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=1239866263989027380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/1239866263989027380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8915985582886173044/posts/default/1239866263989027380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is what I should dare to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is what I was made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is what I should dare to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is what turns me on and off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is what prevents me dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is what sends me flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In my mind or maybe for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; for me, is the real deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; makes me wonder around some places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; makes me think in all my paces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sends me walking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Around and always sending me to no place yet found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is my blade in times of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is my gun in times of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; wins me the war every little time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sometimes gets me too far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please if u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the poem, can you vote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;? ^^ :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Do-I-Dare-to-Think.46956&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8915985582886173044-2532531697076898832?l=blkrss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blkrss.blogspot.com/feeds/2532531697076898832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8915985582886173044&amp;postID=2532531697076898832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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