<?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-1226323689785292322</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:17:56.443-08:00</updated><category term='spencer'/><category term='ian'/><category term='katie'/><category term='other heartbreaks'/><category term='mark'/><category term='gospel'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='shani'/><category term='megan'/><category term='life'/><category term='colby'/><title type='text'>silenced muses</title><subtitle type='html'>a poetry blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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may not remember what I get you each year,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll remember every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a ridiculous amount of pictures and never throw anything away.&lt;br /&gt;And other's will think my hoarding is crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll look at them with wonder someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be paranoid and overprotective, examining every single sore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss you three times instead of one.&lt;br /&gt;because I wanted you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-437621379476172519?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/437621379476172519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>before your hands turned cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6Ob6Tu-7Uw/Ta1AEzoo68I/AAAAAAAABw8/2moNAZkySxc/s1600/n1326234863_30115905_792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6Ob6Tu-7Uw/Ta1AEzoo68I/AAAAAAAABw8/2moNAZkySxc/s200/n1326234863_30115905_792.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You died on a Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;in the song of the rain. &lt;br /&gt;The pavement was shiny,&lt;br /&gt;my rushing in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left before I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt myself fold&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see you&lt;br /&gt;before your hands turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin looked hard,&lt;br /&gt;like green-yellow plastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your tiny body was disturbing,&lt;br /&gt;in a hospital bed so drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear dripped down my cheek&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;as yours received my kiss, so controlled.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to lose composure&lt;br /&gt;before your hands turned cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head was so big;&lt;br /&gt;your brain ever-growing,&lt;br /&gt;and your limbs so small,&lt;br /&gt;atop a tiny trunk eroding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrophy couldn't get past that iron-clad safe,&lt;br /&gt;The one in your mind where it could never take hold.&lt;br /&gt;Your brain was a fortress,&lt;br /&gt;before your hands turned cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machines were silent with respect,&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes didn't flutter like before.&lt;br /&gt;The blankets didn't rhythmically move&lt;br /&gt;And I'd thought I'd wanted to say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd said everything I wanted to say. &lt;br /&gt;I thought no more thoughts could be told.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to warm your heart&lt;br /&gt;before your hands turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;a href="http://liljohnstons.blogspot.com/2010/06/uncle-grendel.html"&gt;Uncle Guy&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; January 26, 1965-April 17, 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6209524873228208612?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6209524873228208612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6209524873228208612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6209524873228208612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>a birthday poem for my sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're very smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're creative,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and you really dig my art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because your pillow has a name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're passionate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and with baseball, it's never just a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you eat Oreos with a fork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love how you talk in your sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and how just like me, you're kind of a dork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because I sleep better when we touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you teach me stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and because sometimes you talk too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you take my sass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you make me giggle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and because you have the&lt;i&gt; sweetest&lt;/i&gt; ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're silly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and you can always read my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're an ipod nazi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're my best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and you don't like Phase 10 or Yahtzee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you fall asleep at the drop of a hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you never yell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and you protect me from evil cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you always know just what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're spontaneous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and how on the road sometimes you have rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you hold me so well in your arms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love your sparkling, pretty blue eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and how all the girls fall for your irresistible charms.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you have the greatest smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you inspire me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;to walk &lt;i&gt;just one more mile&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're seldom stinky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you watch chick flicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and you don't mind getting a little kinky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because when you smile your eyes twinkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're so much fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and you can always  make my nose crinkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you make me laugh till I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you stay up till all hours with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;and double dare each other till you could just die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're so selfless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because I've gotten so used to being taken care of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;that I'm now rendered helpless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you're spiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because you encourage me to be better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;even when I'm premenstrual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I love you because your heart is the only place I wanna be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;for better, for worse, for now, for always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You're my better half and the only one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2043184253859465238?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2043184253859465238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2043184253859465238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2043184253859465238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2043184253859465238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-poem-for-my-sweetheart.html' title='a birthday poem for my sweetheart'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5393341347177014970</id><published>2009-09-01T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:07:39.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>puzzle</title><content type='html'>sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i still miss the way&lt;br /&gt;we fit together.&lt;br /&gt;you-- two heads taller&lt;br /&gt;than me.&lt;br /&gt;my arm around your waist,&lt;br /&gt;yours around my shoulders...&lt;br /&gt;no space between us&lt;br /&gt;as we'd walk.&lt;br /&gt;(holding hands&lt;br /&gt;put too much space&lt;br /&gt;between us&lt;br /&gt;to bear.)&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;my head in your chest&lt;br /&gt;-- a perfect indentation for my crown.&lt;br /&gt;and my body molding itself&lt;br /&gt;into my nook in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;parts perfectly matching&lt;br /&gt;like puzzle pieces&lt;br /&gt;glazed with the industrial-strength glue&lt;br /&gt;of a first love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5393341347177014970?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5393341347177014970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5393341347177014970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5393341347177014970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5393341347177014970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/puzzle.html' title='puzzle'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-772874661779010330</id><published>2008-08-14T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:14:34.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>behind the eyes</title><content type='html'>You used to call me your Angel,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder if my wings&lt;br /&gt;blow our fairy dust dreams&lt;br /&gt;Back to your eyes. Tell me, what do they see?&lt;br /&gt;What do they feel? Is it impossible for you to see&lt;br /&gt;What I can, behind your eyes? Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes can see my soul searching, feeling for your hand&lt;br /&gt;because it needs you. Yes, its search is futile, but, oh. . .&lt;br /&gt;How Beautiful is it that You can wrap me in your golden arms&lt;br /&gt;And melt all the pain and fear. . .Forever into your&lt;br /&gt;Cloudless heaven?!&lt;br /&gt;How I crave your angelic relief.  &lt;br /&gt;I can still feel you . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Even as the sands of time drip from our ever after glass.&lt;br /&gt;(I can still feel you.)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how many grains amount to your love now?&lt;br /&gt;And do you ever wonder why the tear-soaked sea&lt;br /&gt;Still reaches for those sands?&lt;br /&gt;I've painted those tears; one for each year that I can't stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;But tears are useless, no magical powers,&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars I wish upon that fall from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;One wish; it’s always the same. Can you hear it in the wind’s whisper?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd let me save you. . .please, let me save you!&lt;br /&gt;I can slay those dragons that destroy your golden heart&lt;br /&gt;Let me touch your soul, like you did mine and give back to you&lt;br /&gt;Everything so magical!&lt;br /&gt;If only you'd let me save you!&lt;br /&gt;If only you'd let me show you&lt;br /&gt;What is behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I could show you&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-772874661779010330?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/772874661779010330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=772874661779010330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/772874661779010330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/772874661779010330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/behind-eyes.html' title='behind the eyes'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5273148570608044495</id><published>2008-08-14T00:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:12:46.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><title type='text'>Alpha and Omega</title><content type='html'>The Beginning and the End.&lt;br /&gt;The Light of the World.&lt;br /&gt;Most Holy and Perfect One.&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Peace.&lt;br /&gt;You are so much greater than I,&lt;br /&gt;And for my sins you chose to die.&lt;br /&gt;How is it, you love me so?&lt;br /&gt;Will you comfort me? I'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my prayers?&lt;br /&gt;Will you calm my fears, and do you know my cares?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Little One, I love you so;&lt;br /&gt;This I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;I paid the debt to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;And paved the way for all God's children.&lt;br /&gt;I hear your prayers, I'll calm your fears.&lt;br /&gt;I understand your hurt, and wipe away the tears.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt your every pain,&lt;br /&gt;After all, it was I who was slain.&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what you're going through,&lt;br /&gt;I will always comfort you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5273148570608044495?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5273148570608044495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-4160243375516586144</id><published>2008-08-14T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:55:28.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>first kiss</title><content type='html'>Angel kisses, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I could laugh, I could cry!&lt;br /&gt;So afraid to put my trust in you,&lt;br /&gt;But so happy to not be able to resist!&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing at my own helplessness&lt;br /&gt;As I drown in the joy of your kiss' taste,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you make my heart race!&lt;br /&gt;As I surrender to your divine passion,&lt;br /&gt;I drown and gasp for your touch,&lt;br /&gt;As your lips capture mine.&lt;br /&gt;Then I take flight as your soul caresses me&lt;br /&gt;And you wrap me in your wings,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me closer still.&lt;br /&gt;And as I entwine myself in you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning and flying still&lt;br /&gt;In the power of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, softly you subside,&lt;br /&gt;Softly covering me with your Angel kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Then you wrap me up in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Holding me tight you whisper "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;And I think my heart will burst,&lt;br /&gt;Sending an explosion of my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Into the sweet early morning air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-4160243375516586144?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4160243375516586144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7426863936119081480</id><published>2008-08-14T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:57:04.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>anxiety attack</title><content type='html'>It hurts, the pain beyond you&lt;br /&gt;And the pain because I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Desperately Suffocating&lt;br /&gt;From my own choking, deathly silent screams,&lt;br /&gt;Twisted sheets threaten to strangle me.&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm so consumingly terrified&lt;br /&gt;Of something I can't quite decipher&lt;br /&gt;Part of me pleads with their twisted, crisp, white arms&lt;br /&gt;To take the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;There in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I cling despondently to your absence&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;And relief whimpers as you hold me and tell me&lt;br /&gt;That its okay, you're there now.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you, always, like always I believe you.&lt;br /&gt;I gasp for hope, sucking it in like air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Then realization twists the dagger&lt;br /&gt;As consciousness betrays that it is only&lt;br /&gt;A hopeless attempt to fight the pain&lt;br /&gt;And that I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, to drown myself in the tears;&lt;br /&gt;But not even a sob can escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7426863936119081480?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7426863936119081480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-1013538713144272001</id><published>2008-08-14T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:10:17.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><title type='text'>bandaid</title><content type='html'>When we were young we would&lt;br /&gt;Wear our bandaids so pridefully!&lt;br /&gt;Because we had endured some kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we wear the scars on our wrists&lt;br /&gt;Shamefully.&lt;br /&gt;Because we have endured such pain.&lt;br /&gt;Big news travels fast in small places&lt;br /&gt;Such as peoples hearts.&lt;br /&gt;In five seconds flat,&lt;br /&gt;Our secret of suffering is out.&lt;br /&gt;And malicious, viscous taunts stab at us&lt;br /&gt;Like the razor blade did, only deeper.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we've healed and we are&lt;br /&gt;Stronger, and more real&lt;br /&gt;Than those superficial Barbie Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Will ever be, they have a power.&lt;br /&gt;Their words get under our skin&lt;br /&gt;And eat at our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1013538713144272001?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1013538713144272001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1013538713144272001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1013538713144272001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1013538713144272001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/bandaid.html' title='bandaid'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-280852681118054490</id><published>2008-08-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:09:18.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shani'/><title type='text'>bff</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you're wandering along this lonely road,&lt;br /&gt;You need someone's hand to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to catch you when you fall,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away your tears and help you stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to help make reality more like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's just like you, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I thank God that I've got you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who helps me through.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here for you, until the end.&lt;br /&gt;You're broken hearts, I'll try to mend.&lt;br /&gt;When you can't smile, mine I'll lend.&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you up, whenever you fall,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up for you, and help you stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me,&lt;br /&gt;By your side is where I will be.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shelter from the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you find a smile again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I know just what you're going through,&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And I understand one thing eternally,&lt;br /&gt;That's how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;My arms are always open to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always try to help you through.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here whenever you need me,&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, you'll always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-280852681118054490?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/280852681118054490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=280852681118054490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/280852681118054490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/280852681118054490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/bff.html' title='bff'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-8328107024550661072</id><published>2008-08-14T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:57:36.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>Tired eyes,&lt;br /&gt;From loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks not shiny,&lt;br /&gt;From your gentle touch.&lt;br /&gt;Hair not flat,&lt;br /&gt;From your entwining fingers.&lt;br /&gt;But you still think&lt;br /&gt;That I'm Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8328107024550661072?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8328107024550661072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=8328107024550661072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8328107024550661072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8328107024550661072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5615137143903056332</id><published>2008-08-14T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:07:18.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><title type='text'>butterfly</title><content type='html'>They say the struggles of the caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;Give the butterfly strength to soar.&lt;br /&gt;You'll soar higher than all the rest some day.&lt;br /&gt;But, in my mind you already do.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;Soaring so far above the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Giving me hope and strength,&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on, a loving embrace,&lt;br /&gt;When my world came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had your strength, your courage, your smile.&lt;br /&gt;You're my hero as well as my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that always.&lt;br /&gt;You've saved me more than once, I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could've saved you.&lt;br /&gt;But, to make up for past regret,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here for you,&lt;br /&gt;To give you a loving embrace, a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and help you rebuild your world.&lt;br /&gt;And someday, we'll soar together.&lt;br /&gt;Two beautiful butterflies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5615137143903056332?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5615137143903056332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5615137143903056332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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confess, Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pair of Cinderella slippers&lt;br /&gt;Where my dreams take flight.&lt;br /&gt;I lost them on the cliff that was you&lt;br /&gt;When I jumped beyond myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is missing tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Almost as much as I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Broken heart pieces all over the floor&lt;br /&gt;Prove once more that&lt;br /&gt;Angels fall, without your Grace.&lt;br /&gt;My heart may be battered but&lt;br /&gt;My glass slippers are still intact&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should wear them with&lt;br /&gt;My Angel wings&lt;br /&gt;And dream to the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Like the ones in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8868031104934508362?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8868031104934508362/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-4581110265549447386</id><published>2008-08-14T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:05:35.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>cocoon</title><content type='html'>They say the struggles of the butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Give it strength to make it soar.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, after the butterfly is almost willing&lt;br /&gt;To give up and die.&lt;br /&gt;The cocoon breaks.&lt;br /&gt;And the butterfly emerges,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and strong,&lt;br /&gt;Spreading its wings to soar into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For reminding me that I too will have wings,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and strong.&lt;br /&gt;For not letting me give up,&lt;br /&gt;And making sure my soul doesn't die.&lt;br /&gt;For listening to me when nobody else would,&lt;br /&gt;And when my heart would cry.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted you to know,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel my wings&lt;br /&gt;Brush against your cheek&lt;br /&gt;When I spread my wings,&lt;br /&gt;And fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-4581110265549447386?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4581110265549447386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=4581110265549447386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4581110265549447386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4581110265549447386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/cocoon.html' title='cocoon'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-9079349101429531800</id><published>2008-08-14T00:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:04:32.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark'/><title type='text'>don't cry</title><content type='html'>Don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;You say.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;And tell me I can.&lt;br /&gt;But all you say is&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I tell you to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;But, as I lay in your rigid arms,&lt;br /&gt;And you smother me with unwanted kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Kisses that don't mean I love you, but mean&lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;And I think of someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Who would whisper,&lt;br /&gt;And make my tears go away,&lt;br /&gt;Even though he couldn't hold me,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to tell him I wanted him to,&lt;br /&gt;And I knew his arms weren't like yours.&lt;br /&gt;And his kisses meant I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And he would whisper&lt;br /&gt;Its okay to cry. . .&lt;br /&gt;Its okay to cry. . .&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't cry anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-9079349101429531800?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-8090836304868309891</id><published>2008-08-14T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:03:43.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>don't</title><content type='html'>I confessed my dreams to him&lt;br /&gt;He promised he'd make them all come true&lt;br /&gt;I confessed my fear of getting hurt to him&lt;br /&gt;He promised he would never hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I thrived upon those promises&lt;br /&gt;And in one single minute,&lt;br /&gt;They were shattered on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make promises you cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold me so close&lt;br /&gt;Don't wipe away my tears&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare say you love me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss me so tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me so happy&lt;br /&gt;Don't say such sweet things&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare say you love me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me trust you&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so incredibly perfect&lt;br /&gt;Don't whisper sweet nothings in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare say you love me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Don't melt me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so understanding&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare say you love me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare say you love me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8090836304868309891?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5097715183071807956</id><published>2008-08-14T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:03:09.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>forever</title><content type='html'>The jealous June sun set behind the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;Painting the brilliance of our love across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Your soul took my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And my fingers intertwined with our destinies.&lt;br /&gt;You kissed my heart with an endless, drowning passion.&lt;br /&gt;And you held my soul when it cried.&lt;br /&gt;That moment I fell in love. . .forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5097715183071807956?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-3263857544049402964</id><published>2008-08-14T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:02:19.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other heartbreaks'/><title type='text'>paul at lagoon</title><content type='html'>My sweet tears fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;and remind me. . .&lt;br /&gt;You smiled so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;You lured me in so cunningly,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my conscience could not compete with you.&lt;br /&gt;Words I longed to hear blew in the wind around you.&lt;br /&gt;Your sun warmed my cold body.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else's Angel fell from Grace that day.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you made me forget the fall.&lt;br /&gt;And the loss of my sweet innocence,&lt;br /&gt;such a pleasurable thrill.&lt;br /&gt;Seeming like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I saw blood on the tips of your wings.&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;ever so tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;And bid me goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Never to see me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-3263857544049402964?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3263857544049402964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=3263857544049402964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3263857544049402964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3263857544049402964'/><link 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1196880922194058874?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1196880922194058874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1196880922194058874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1196880922194058874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1196880922194058874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworks.html' title='fireworks'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-3748343286443063318</id><published>2008-08-13T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:00:30.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>hopeful toes ii</title><content type='html'>When I feel the music&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pain, the love, the tears. . .the utter joy!&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my soul.&lt;br /&gt;My toes kiss the ground through satin slippers&lt;br /&gt;And my heart develops wings.&lt;br /&gt;Only reality holds me inside of these oh-so-confining walls!&lt;br /&gt;Spinning and leaping rhythmically,&lt;br /&gt;I paint the hopes and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Of these familiar notes&lt;br /&gt;Across the canvas of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Two, three, four. . .&lt;br /&gt;Satin pounds against the hardwood floor.&lt;br /&gt;Unconsciously I dance as I feel,&lt;br /&gt;For routine reminds me too much,&lt;br /&gt;Of reality.&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes I am unaware&lt;br /&gt;Of anything but the rhythm and grace,&lt;br /&gt;Seeping out of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Delicate hands and powerful arms&lt;br /&gt;Propel me as my heart sings&lt;br /&gt;And I savor the feel of the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my blistered toes.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the music stops,&lt;br /&gt;And I unknowingly subside.&lt;br /&gt;I breathe furiously and collapse on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;My heart laughing for joy.&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing toes, forced so long against that&lt;br /&gt;Sustaining block of wood in those satin shoes&lt;br /&gt;Had hardly noticed!&lt;br /&gt;They thought they were dancing in the clouds. . .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. . .&lt;br /&gt;So did I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-3748343286443063318?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3748343286443063318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=3748343286443063318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3748343286443063318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3748343286443063318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/hopeful-toes-ii.html' title='hopeful toes ii'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-9112288734178023297</id><published>2008-08-13T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:59:36.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shani'/><title type='text'>God sent me two</title><content type='html'>God Sends us Angels to help us through,&lt;br /&gt;When the tears fall like rain and our smiles turn blue.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago before I was born,&lt;br /&gt;I met two Angels and our love and friendship was sworn.&lt;br /&gt;On a road of trials we walked, we touched and we felt, we smiled and we cried.&lt;br /&gt;We hurt and we laughed, we screamed and shouted for joy into the skies.&lt;br /&gt;We learned that sunshine can burn and roses can make us bleed.&lt;br /&gt;We learned to give and we learned that there were somethings we would need.&lt;br /&gt;I learned, that what I needed was you.&lt;br /&gt;God not only sent me an Angel, he sent me two.&lt;br /&gt;He sent me someone to make me smile and laugh and to wipe away my tears,&lt;br /&gt;And someone to hug and someone to listen to and someone to calm my fears.&lt;br /&gt;God sent me a best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Whose love I knew would never end.&lt;br /&gt; God not only sent me an Angel, he sent me two.&lt;br /&gt;God sent me you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-9112288734178023297?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/9112288734178023297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=9112288734178023297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/9112288734178023297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/9112288734178023297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-sent-me-two.html' title='God sent me two'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7874676107210858679</id><published>2008-08-13T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:58:19.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>hate</title><content type='html'>I hate the way you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way my tears burn my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way the pressure in my head hurts so much,&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm sure a bullet would feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way my soul feels like it's screaming.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I can't eat, or sleep, or even think.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my dreams seem insignificant now.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being afraid to trust someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to tell them I'm not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this nothingness inside.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'd rather not be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I let you control me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I feel as if I could never love again.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I was willing to sacrifice so much to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I can't move on,&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you keep coming back to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the things you say.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;But, what I hate more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I don't hate you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7874676107210858679?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7874676107210858679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7874676107210858679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7874676107210858679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7874676107210858679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/hate.html' title='hate'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7492378436745861180</id><published>2008-08-13T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:57:38.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>hearing my voice</title><content type='html'>Press record, rewind and play&lt;br /&gt;Throw it across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I hear my soul instead of what I say?&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more. . .&lt;br /&gt;Down my cheeks hot tears are streaming.&lt;br /&gt;These mad emotions in my head!&lt;br /&gt;And inside my heart is screaming. . .&lt;br /&gt;My spirit might as well be dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7492378436745861180?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7492378436745861180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7492378436745861180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7492378436745861180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7492378436745861180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/hearing-my-voice.html' title='hearing my voice'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-177873503450580603</id><published>2008-08-13T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:13:16.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>hopeful toes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Life gets so tough&lt;br /&gt;That you have to plant your feet&lt;br /&gt;Steadily on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And walk upright with your head held high,&lt;br /&gt;But with your eyes fixed on your toes. . .&lt;br /&gt;Because your toe-ring,&lt;br /&gt;Says "hope" on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-177873503450580603?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/177873503450580603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=177873503450580603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>i meant it</title><content type='html'>When I said I couldn't live&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm dying inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2518141177935787513?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2518141177935787513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2518141177935787513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2518141177935787513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2518141177935787513'/><link 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imagined.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;You, completely oblivious&lt;br /&gt;To the neon sign flashing above my head.&lt;br /&gt;"I need you. I need you. I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"&lt;br /&gt;As it kills a broken hearted fly.&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure you'd take me in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Where at least they could love me.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Your simple smile smirked at me.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought for sure you'd apologise,&lt;br /&gt;At least for the sake of getting yourself&lt;br /&gt;Some much-needeed action,&lt;br /&gt;And to relieve the tension hanging in the air&lt;br /&gt;For mine...For me.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'd thought for sure the night before&lt;br /&gt;You'd notice my sign, my tears, my ache&lt;br /&gt;And give me a little comfort.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;You just said that you felt like hell&lt;br /&gt;Because of consequences&lt;br /&gt;Coming into play.&lt;br /&gt;So I took you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;And I made you smile, I made you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure I could drive home&lt;br /&gt;Without the tears blurring my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure those yellow lines&lt;br /&gt;would strangle me.&lt;br /&gt;But, they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I thought for almost sure you could fill the void,&lt;br /&gt;Make my heart smile, my soul laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Make me love you like I love him,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5538200229145952575?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5538200229145952575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5538200229145952575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5538200229145952575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5538200229145952575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-thought-you-could.html' title='i thought you could'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-6781110087718357633</id><published>2008-08-13T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:53:37.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>someday</title><content type='html'>Your love is like sunshine on a cold winter day,&lt;br /&gt;Like dancing on your tiptoes, barefoot in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Like when you can't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;And you can't remember why,&lt;br /&gt;Like when you're so high above the world,&lt;br /&gt;You're certain you could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Love, I want you forever someday.&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me the wind whispers,&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile I see the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss is that of angels,&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes I see my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I want you forever someday.&lt;br /&gt;If I had one wish to wish upon the diamond stars,&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish to give this love back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Theres a feeling inside that I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one, and I can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;I can't say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I want you forever someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6781110087718357633?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-973650328269679111</id><published>2008-08-13T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:52:46.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>in desperation</title><content type='html'>In desperation.&lt;br /&gt;give in.&lt;br /&gt;Give up your heart.&lt;br /&gt;In desperation hold me&lt;br /&gt;in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till i drain&lt;br /&gt;completely.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel the feeling&lt;br /&gt;you give me.&lt;br /&gt;like fire after cold.&lt;br /&gt;rest after weariness.&lt;br /&gt;Relief, such relief you are!&lt;br /&gt;In desperation let me&lt;br /&gt;bury my face in your chest&lt;br /&gt;And lose myself&lt;br /&gt;in your cloudless heaven.&lt;br /&gt;In desperation bury&lt;br /&gt;your face in my hair and&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Cry those sugary tears.&lt;br /&gt;let me lift your head&lt;br /&gt;and kiss them away forever&lt;br /&gt;again and again.&lt;br /&gt;In desperation&lt;br /&gt;let me hold you&lt;br /&gt;let me take away your&lt;br /&gt;Vicious Pain.&lt;br /&gt;the poisonous demons that&lt;br /&gt;wrench your beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;In desperation&lt;br /&gt;give in&lt;br /&gt;let your heart take rule and&lt;br /&gt;kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Softly&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me take your torment&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;Then, look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;See through that crystal body&lt;br /&gt;that glistens in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;and makes rainbows on my smile.&lt;br /&gt;See through to your soul&lt;br /&gt;See what I have seen all along&lt;br /&gt;and whisper&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;And feel desperation no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-973650328269679111?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/973650328269679111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=973650328269679111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/973650328269679111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/973650328269679111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-desperation.html' title='in desperation'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7921991494426249113</id><published>2008-08-13T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:51:34.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>kill me</title><content type='html'>Harder.&lt;br /&gt;Deeper.&lt;br /&gt;Twist that knife a little more.&lt;br /&gt;Rip it up, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart once again.&lt;br /&gt;Tear it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Chew it up.&lt;br /&gt;Spit it out, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Put out that joint on it?&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me because I care.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me because I haven't given up on you.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me because I'm the only one who won't.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Do it again, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead once more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it hurts just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;So, why should I?&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Break it again, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;See how much more&lt;br /&gt;You can kill me!&lt;br /&gt;Kill me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7921991494426249113?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7921991494426249113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7921991494426249113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Or make the sun rise.&lt;br /&gt;You smile would woo the world.&lt;br /&gt;How much I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you,&lt;br /&gt;even the parts that made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I miss us. I miss you. I miss me.&lt;br /&gt;I am missing a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;She's beautiful, happy and alive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing her courage, her strength,&lt;br /&gt;her hope, her faith, her genuine laugh,&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle in her eye, the love in her sighs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing, the stars in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;I think you have her, you're keeping her with you,&lt;br /&gt;along with my heart, you're keeping her captive.&lt;br /&gt;I had never met her before, until I met you.&lt;br /&gt;You introduced me to her, and we became one.&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the best in me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss us, I miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-287632616292064986?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/287632616292064986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=287632616292064986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/287632616292064986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/287632616292064986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/lacking.html' title='lacking'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-1204104681267770477</id><published>2008-08-13T23:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:13:35.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>I find it somehow&lt;br /&gt;Ironic&lt;br /&gt;That a child's&lt;br /&gt;First sign&lt;br /&gt;Of life is a&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1204104681267770477?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1204104681267770477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1204104681267770477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1204104681267770477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1204104681267770477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/cry.html' title='cry'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-6262978024884517191</id><published>2008-08-13T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:14:00.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>morning</title><content type='html'>As I fight my blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;In the mornings,&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the girl glaring back at me&lt;br /&gt;And wonder, who she is&lt;br /&gt;And how she got so very far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6262978024884517191?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6262978024884517191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6262978024884517191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6262978024884517191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6262978024884517191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning.html' title='morning'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5284860645986895700</id><published>2008-08-13T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:59:47.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>Memories&lt;br /&gt;Like the song of an Angel&lt;br /&gt;She smiles in remembrance,&lt;br /&gt;But weeps with a chorus of&lt;br /&gt;Longing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5284860645986895700?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-2988556915712477710</id><published>2008-08-13T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:45:53.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>mirror, mirror</title><content type='html'>Mirror, mirror, on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Who is the fairest of us all?&lt;br /&gt;Distorted image you paint before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In my sight, nothing but lies.&lt;br /&gt;I sicken myself as my mind looks back on reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and words of so-called perfection.&lt;br /&gt;They've warped our minds and consumed us one, by one.&lt;br /&gt;We do anything and everthing that could possibly be done,&lt;br /&gt;To "perfect" our bodies, regardless of pain.&lt;br /&gt;And yet to be so vain,&lt;br /&gt;that it becomes against ourselves a competition.&lt;br /&gt;And hopelessly in our own minds, we never reach "perfection."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2988556915712477710?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2988556915712477710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2988556915712477710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2988556915712477710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2988556915712477710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/mirror-mirror.html' title='mirror, mirror'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-756099507784010469</id><published>2008-08-13T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:45:02.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>missing you</title><content type='html'>Missing you is just a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises in the east,&lt;br /&gt;And sets in the west.&lt;br /&gt;The moon pulls the tide.&lt;br /&gt;The stars fall.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Sand falls from the hour glass.&lt;br /&gt;The world spins round and round.&lt;br /&gt;Trees blossom.&lt;br /&gt;Roses wilt.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons change.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;You never leave my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Missing you has always been,&lt;br /&gt;Just a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference now,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I wish that you were mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-756099507784010469?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/756099507784010469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=756099507784010469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/756099507784010469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/756099507784010469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-you.html' title='missing you'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7338842833317270313</id><published>2008-08-13T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:00:28.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>moonlit dream</title><content type='html'>We lay in the bottom of a faded red canoe in each others arms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaze up at the blazing sun descending from the soft array of brilliance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is fading away to darkness in the sky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars emerge from the vast sea of black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sparkling like the diamonds in your eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The envious moon shines on the waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting a beautiful silver light over everything its shadow touches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaze up at you adoringly and you caress my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soft lips press against mine and for a moment I've left this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to my disappointment I wake up. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gazing up at silver moon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shining on the rippling water beneath our faded red canoe,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst the sparkling stars in the sky like those in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7338842833317270313?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7338842833317270313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7338842833317270313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7338842833317270313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7338842833317270313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/moonlit-dream.html' title='moonlit dream'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-2198138376761334421</id><published>2008-08-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:58:49.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><title type='text'>prayers</title><content type='html'>Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;That every night,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you?&lt;br /&gt;I pray so hard that I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I beg and I plead,&lt;br /&gt;While the tear drops fall.&lt;br /&gt;Every night for as long as I live,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will keep you safe,&lt;br /&gt;That he will keep you warm,&lt;br /&gt;While I can't hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that He'll let you know,&lt;br /&gt;That I would hold you if my arms could reach.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you'll have strength,&lt;br /&gt;And you will have an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will know that you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you'll know He loves you,&lt;br /&gt;And just how much He does,&lt;br /&gt;That you really do have so much worth,&lt;br /&gt;That you really are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that he'll tell you,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;And that everyone can change.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that he'll tell you,&lt;br /&gt;How much you've changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that he'll help me give it back to you,&lt;br /&gt;That you'll reach for me when you need me,&lt;br /&gt;And that I may have the strength to catch you when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;That He will somehow tell you of the measure of my love.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I'll be strong as I watch you walk the road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I'll be guided, to lend you my hand when you need it,&lt;br /&gt;And walk away when I should.&lt;br /&gt;Every night I cry as I plead so fervently.&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2198138376761334421?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2198138376761334421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2198138376761334421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2198138376761334421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2198138376761334421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayers.html' title='prayers'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-4670055117190511376</id><published>2008-08-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:57:42.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><title type='text'>my Reedeemer</title><content type='html'>He cured the sick and healed the blind&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful man so gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;He healed the deaf and rose the dead&lt;br /&gt;Aching hearts he did mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crown of thorns upon his head&lt;br /&gt;From every pore he bled&lt;br /&gt;Nails piercing his healing hands&lt;br /&gt;He carried his own cross across the lands&lt;br /&gt;Great suffering he did endure&lt;br /&gt;This loving man so strong and pure&lt;br /&gt;Wept tears of grief and pain&lt;br /&gt;So we could return home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world that&lt;br /&gt;he gave his only begotten Son,&lt;br /&gt;that whosoever believeth in him shall&lt;br /&gt;not perish but shall have everlasting life."&lt;br /&gt;St. John 3:16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-4670055117190511376?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4670055117190511376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=4670055117190511376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4670055117190511376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4670055117190511376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-reedeemer.html' title='my Reedeemer'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-354432176003543026</id><published>2008-08-13T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:56:39.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>obsessive</title><content type='html'>Why do I evaluate my self worth&lt;br /&gt;In comparison to my dress size?&lt;br /&gt;Why did they have to make size zero,&lt;br /&gt;When I was finally satisfied with one?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I deliberately avoid mirrors?&lt;br /&gt;Or ponder if I could get my waistline to single digits?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I read nutrition labels, on bottled water?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate myself, when I eat three meals a day?&lt;br /&gt;Why can I fell my stomach blow up like a balloon,&lt;br /&gt;When I eat more than seven nonfat crackers?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I read beauty magazines,&lt;br /&gt;When they make me feel repulsive?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find myself comparing even my toes,&lt;br /&gt;To those that I feel I can never measure up too?&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I look in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Do I see an ugly girl staring back at me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-354432176003543026?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/354432176003543026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=354432176003543026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/354432176003543026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/354432176003543026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/obsessive.html' title='obsessive'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-6641982736255287818</id><published>2008-08-13T17:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:55:41.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>ocean</title><content type='html'>I sit here listening to talk of who likes who&lt;br /&gt;And he said she said and&lt;br /&gt;I try to pretend to be interested&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if I can fool them&lt;br /&gt;Once more.&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I am really an ocean deep&lt;br /&gt;With waves of disturbance, controlled by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Crashing inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Or, if I just pretend to be-&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel different. . .&lt;br /&gt;Or rather more than lipgloss and nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I feel a wave crash.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6641982736255287818?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6641982736255287818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6641982736255287818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6641982736255287818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6641982736255287818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/ocean.html' title='ocean'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5378311560193710937</id><published>2008-08-13T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:01:21.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>once upon a time</title><content type='html'>I speak cautiously&lt;br /&gt;And I feel her burning stare&lt;br /&gt;What is playing through her mind?&lt;br /&gt;I hang my head in sickening shame.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I wonder what you would say&lt;br /&gt;To lift my chin to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I can smile again.&lt;br /&gt;Because once, I made your heart smile,&lt;br /&gt;And you loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5378311560193710937?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5378311560193710937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5378311560193710937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5378311560193710937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5378311560193710937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Can you feel my heart crumbling beneath your feet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2999792057780107430?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2999792057780107430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2999792057780107430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2999792057780107430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2999792057780107430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5291978409359557124</id><published>2008-08-13T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:52:41.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>piercing arrow</title><content type='html'>Tears run dry.&lt;br /&gt;As your arrow&lt;br /&gt;Pierces my heart&lt;br /&gt;With a numbing venom,&lt;br /&gt;An acid that denigrates the soul&lt;br /&gt;Like a bullet to the brain,&lt;br /&gt;Life has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;As I plummet from nirvana&lt;br /&gt;And bear this heavy cross&lt;br /&gt;That you bestowed upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is uncertain-&lt;br /&gt;nonexistent now.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, my soul cries.&lt;br /&gt;Because your love&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a rose overgrown with thorns&lt;br /&gt;That draw my blood,&lt;br /&gt;Is utterly irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, my love for you is as incalculable&lt;br /&gt;As the breath that fills the space&lt;br /&gt;Between the stars. . .&lt;br /&gt;That I once saw in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5291978409359557124?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5291978409359557124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5291978409359557124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dress&lt;br /&gt;Writing her name&lt;br /&gt;In cursive&lt;br /&gt;With her hips,&lt;br /&gt;Out on&lt;br /&gt;The dance floor?&lt;br /&gt;The platinum blonde hair. . .&lt;br /&gt;Is that real?&lt;br /&gt;I can hear what she is saying&lt;br /&gt;Inside her head.&lt;br /&gt;Is this me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think.&lt;br /&gt;Just dance.&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;That cherry red lipstick smile.&lt;br /&gt;Shiny and painted on with such care.&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly matching her fake nails.&lt;br /&gt;That platinum blonde hair. . .&lt;br /&gt;It can't be real.&lt;br /&gt;Tick. tick. tick.&lt;br /&gt;Goes the bomb,&lt;br /&gt;Like the&lt;br /&gt;Click. click. click.&lt;br /&gt;Of her chunky heels&lt;br /&gt;Against the mock-marble floor.&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tick, tick,&lt;br /&gt;Click, click, click.&lt;br /&gt;Tickticktick!&lt;br /&gt;Clickclickclick!&lt;br /&gt;Slam goes the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;And the tears flow like&lt;br /&gt;The ice water&lt;br /&gt;From the faucet.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear what shes saying&lt;br /&gt;Inside her head.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I deal with this. . .nothingness?&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing. Nothing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows that the click click and the tick tick&lt;br /&gt;Finally went off for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Because she wouldn't dare let you see&lt;br /&gt;Past that cherry red smile,&lt;br /&gt;That dance.&lt;br /&gt;Those perfectly matched fake nails&lt;br /&gt;And that perfectly platinum blonde hair!&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't dare let you see her fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And actually let you see&lt;br /&gt;How much those words&lt;br /&gt;Kill her.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she paints on that cherry smile.&lt;br /&gt;And with her perfect fake nails,&lt;br /&gt;Smooths that perfectly platinum blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;And her perfectly matched heels&lt;br /&gt;Click against the mock-marble tile.&lt;br /&gt;She has to go she says&lt;br /&gt;After a few perfect drunk guys chat her up.&lt;br /&gt;As she walks through the door.&lt;br /&gt;You ask "Who does your hair? That can't be real!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not," she says with that cherry smile.&lt;br /&gt;As she runs out the door&lt;br /&gt;And lets the rain soak her platinum blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;Melting it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6515507883675865541?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6515507883675865541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6515507883675865541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6515507883675865541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6515507883675865541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/platinum-blonde.html' title='platinum blonde'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-2284337991529348354</id><published>2008-08-13T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:02:14.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>prince charming called</title><content type='html'>Prince Charming called&lt;br /&gt;So my heart smiled and did cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;So, I put on my glass slippers,&lt;br /&gt;And my beautiful Cinderella dress.&lt;br /&gt;I spun around in circles,&lt;br /&gt;And made my dress go poof.&lt;br /&gt;I danced around my room,&lt;br /&gt;Even though he wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the ball,&lt;br /&gt;And escaped back to his arms.&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming called,&lt;br /&gt;So my heart did cartwheels,&lt;br /&gt;And my dress went poof,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't lost my slipper yet. . .&lt;br /&gt;But he thinks my feet are cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2284337991529348354?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2284337991529348354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2284337991529348354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2284337991529348354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2284337991529348354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/prince-charming-called.html' title='prince charming called'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-1374613195355339807</id><published>2008-08-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:46:03.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark'/><title type='text'>regarding my former poem, "don't"</title><content type='html'>Dear. . .boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;I want to applaud you&lt;br /&gt;In your efforts to satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;You must've read my poetry&lt;br /&gt;Like you said you did...&lt;br /&gt;Because in regards to my former poem&lt;br /&gt;"Don't"&lt;br /&gt;You are doing an&lt;br /&gt;excellent&lt;br /&gt; job.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to wipe&lt;br /&gt;my own tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1374613195355339807?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1374613195355339807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1374613195355339807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1374613195355339807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1374613195355339807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/regarding-my-former-poem-dont.html' title='regarding my former poem, 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look on your face.&lt;br /&gt;The stars in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your sweet, sweet kiss.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forget&lt;br /&gt;Every word.&lt;br /&gt;Every smile.&lt;br /&gt;Every kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Every touch.&lt;br /&gt;Every glance.&lt;br /&gt;Every gesture.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6987294249665339471?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6987294249665339471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6987294249665339471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>rooftop</title><content type='html'>The moon smiles down upon me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying again, and she doesn't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;The stars continue to shine in thier endless darkened sea;&lt;br /&gt;Shining, shimmering, caressing everything with a silver jealous glare.&lt;br /&gt;I sigh at our oh-so-sudden twist of fate;&lt;br /&gt;As the crickets sing my heart to sleep with their same sweet song.&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet, my heart contiues to wait.&lt;br /&gt;The sky drinks my salty tears, for in my arms, you belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-251883236621633510?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/251883236621633510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=251883236621633510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/251883236621633510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/251883236621633510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/rooftop.html' title='rooftop'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-6403407951392422279</id><published>2008-08-13T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:43:47.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>weeds</title><content type='html'>The dandelion chokes&lt;br /&gt;The wild rose.&lt;br /&gt;You tamed this wild heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Look. . .there it goes.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me, Love&lt;br /&gt;Let go of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, Love&lt;br /&gt;Quit making my soul fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me, Love&lt;br /&gt;Then why didn't I see all of those lies,&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me, Love&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I see them in those beautiful eyes?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me, Love&lt;br /&gt;Why do I chase run away dreams,&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me, Love&lt;br /&gt;Why do I run the opposite direction, farther away?&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, Love&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you even running away?&lt;br /&gt;You must not want me. . . Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6403407951392422279?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6403407951392422279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6403407951392422279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6403407951392422279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6403407951392422279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/weeds.html' title='weeds'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-3264638375696610608</id><published>2008-08-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:42:29.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>scissors</title><content type='html'>I was simply your puppet on a string,&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly putting up with everything&lt;br /&gt;Because I loved you so.&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me to think, I let you have that much control.&lt;br /&gt;I did everything in my power to make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;I loved and adored you unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;You toyed carelessly with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You deceived me, made me cry and ripped my soul apart.&lt;br /&gt;Your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;My heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I be your play thing,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to cut the string.&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on, no more will you consume me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find happiness, a new reason to be.&lt;br /&gt;Each time you crush my mangled heart again, I hope the action mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;Choke on my hurt-filled tears.&lt;br /&gt;I will be your puppet on a string, no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-3264638375696610608?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3264638375696610608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=3264638375696610608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3264638375696610608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3264638375696610608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/scissors.html' title='scissors'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7198360940291663958</id><published>2008-08-13T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:14:37.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>self-worth</title><content type='html'>I felt your burning stare&lt;br /&gt;That sent my skin crawling&lt;br /&gt;And I even saw that finger&lt;br /&gt;Your whisper. . .so discreet.&lt;br /&gt;So for your convenience&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd answer all of those questions&lt;br /&gt;That I hope are burning your brains out:&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not high because&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my brain functions superior to that.&lt;br /&gt;No, my mind is just fine-&lt;br /&gt;You should know what I think of you now.&lt;br /&gt;No I am not insane. . .&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not deaf,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the taunts too well.&lt;br /&gt;Nor am I a foreign exchange student;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in this position many times before.&lt;br /&gt;No that wasn't a prank phone call and&lt;br /&gt;No this is not a dare. . .&lt;br /&gt;This isn't worth your laughs.&lt;br /&gt;No this isn't a game&lt;br /&gt;Though you seem to think it is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly sick of playing&lt;br /&gt;But roll the dice if you insist.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well maybe my mouth is full;&lt;br /&gt;Full of unspoken words that could&lt;br /&gt;Tear at your heart too.&lt;br /&gt;But as I turn and walk silently away with&lt;br /&gt;Tears burning my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That I can't let you see and&lt;br /&gt;White knuckles that would&lt;br /&gt;Like to strangle you&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you found your&lt;br /&gt;Cheap entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Because the price was high.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll forgive you&lt;br /&gt;The hate will fade&lt;br /&gt;Into your words, forever hanging in the air.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't ever see my eyes again&lt;br /&gt;Or hear them laugh&lt;br /&gt;See me breathe&lt;br /&gt;Or feel my smile&lt;br /&gt;Because for all tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;When we encounter&lt;br /&gt;The lump in my throat,&lt;br /&gt;The sting of my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The fire of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Will force my feet away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from you and all of the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;Your faces, names, your circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Are forever etched in a heart&lt;br /&gt;You try to turn to stone&lt;br /&gt;But you won't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7198360940291663958?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7198360940291663958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7198360940291663958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7198360940291663958'/><link rel='self' 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Shame, Shame&lt;br /&gt;I am such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Shame, Shame, shame&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I scream and fall to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Shame, Shame, Shame&lt;br /&gt;I shake with anger and frustration&lt;br /&gt;Shame, Shame, Shame&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;People stare&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty name&lt;br /&gt;Such a gorgeous girl&lt;br /&gt;I speak&lt;br /&gt;They stop&lt;br /&gt;They whisper:&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Shame, Shame, Shame&lt;br /&gt;I am alone&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I scream, fall to my knees and shake&lt;br /&gt;Shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1615043084386942947?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1615043084386942947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1615043084386942947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1615043084386942947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1615043084386942947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/shame.html' title='shame'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-757298246547656771</id><published>2008-08-13T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:15:01.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>slide</title><content type='html'>I went&lt;br /&gt;running today,&lt;br /&gt;running from insanity.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the park and&lt;br /&gt;I slid down the slippery slide&lt;br /&gt;When nobody was looking, and&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good that I smiled, the entire way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-757298246547656771?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-981816125295876195</id><published>2008-08-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:03:17.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>Smile, Baby,&lt;br /&gt;It won't break you.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll pick up the peices and&lt;br /&gt;put you back together.)&lt;br /&gt;Smile, Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Unlock those soul-confining chains.&lt;br /&gt;(Its my turn to set you free.)&lt;br /&gt;Smile, Baby,&lt;br /&gt;A little sunshine won't burn.&lt;br /&gt;(Just a little.)&lt;br /&gt;Smile, Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll hold your hand. . .&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold your hand.)&lt;br /&gt;Smile, Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Smile that smile of yours.&lt;br /&gt;(The one that makes rainbows&lt;br /&gt;on mine.)&lt;br /&gt;Smile, Baby. . .&lt;br /&gt;(I'll cry the tears.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-981816125295876195?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/981816125295876195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=981816125295876195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/981816125295876195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/981816125295876195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;And still, I can't say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever just shut you away?&lt;br /&gt;You can't possibly be just a sweet memory.&lt;br /&gt;Still, you mean too much to me.&lt;br /&gt;How can I just put you in a shoebox,&lt;br /&gt;And not give you another thought?&lt;br /&gt;Give up on you, on us,&lt;br /&gt;On everything I've been fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;I still go out,&lt;br /&gt;I still smile and I still laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But still, every time the phone rings,&lt;br /&gt;My heart still skips a beat.&lt;br /&gt;You still have me crazy over you.&lt;br /&gt;And still, I won't just shut you away,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make you happy someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8386853645800437402?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8386853645800437402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=8386853645800437402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8386853645800437402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8386853645800437402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/still_12.html' title='still'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-6191929273061422601</id><published>2008-08-12T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:34:05.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>kisses and giggles</title><content type='html'>I keep looking at&lt;br /&gt;My Swing&lt;br /&gt;Where we sat as it&lt;br /&gt;Creaked and croaked&lt;br /&gt;while we laughed at it.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and Giggles,&lt;br /&gt;Feet and toes playfully&lt;br /&gt;Kissing each other&lt;br /&gt;As you Held me&lt;br /&gt;You held me. . .&lt;br /&gt;You've always known to&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;And I touched your face&lt;br /&gt;My fingers spilling adoration&lt;br /&gt;On your cheeks and lips&lt;br /&gt;While the wind blew and made our&lt;br /&gt;Noses rosy and cold&lt;br /&gt;(That we rubbed against each other,&lt;br /&gt;and we were so warm again. . .)&lt;br /&gt;And made our tongues, that talked softly&lt;br /&gt;(The same tongue that kissed me. . .)&lt;br /&gt;Like cherry popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It swings seemingly empty now&lt;br /&gt;Holding two white, invisible Angels&lt;br /&gt;That swing glittery starlight legs&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth, Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Kissing and Giggling&lt;br /&gt;As it Creeks and Croaks in reply&lt;br /&gt;To the whisper of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath, a pile of sunlight leaves&lt;br /&gt;have fallen&lt;br /&gt;That I would play in if I was&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;And just beside my swing, sits my tree&lt;br /&gt;With its old low arm that seems&lt;br /&gt;To reach down to hug me&lt;br /&gt;And my clay Fairy lies on top,&lt;br /&gt;upon her stomach&lt;br /&gt;smiling when the branch sways&lt;br /&gt;a little in the wind&lt;br /&gt;As she looks down at my garden rock,&lt;br /&gt;that says. . .&lt;br /&gt;Believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6191929273061422601?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6191929273061422601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6191929273061422601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6191929273061422601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6191929273061422601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/kisses-and-giggles.html' title='kisses and giggles'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7973100809992183058</id><published>2008-08-12T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:31:38.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shani'/><title type='text'>shani</title><content type='html'>When I can finally stop crying,&lt;br /&gt;And dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;When frowns turn to laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear you call my name.&lt;br /&gt;How all of your hugs&lt;br /&gt;Set my smiles free.&lt;br /&gt;And how those simple things&lt;br /&gt;Can mean so much to me,&lt;br /&gt;And when they remind me of your love.&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I know,&lt;br /&gt;You're my other Angel from above.&lt;br /&gt;To love forever and always be&lt;br /&gt;My salvation from the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to comfort too,&lt;br /&gt;And to dance with in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Shani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7973100809992183058?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7973100809992183058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7973100809992183058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7973100809992183058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7973100809992183058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/shani.html' title='shani'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-4600158842217566867</id><published>2008-08-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:29:44.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>there comes a time</title><content type='html'>If I ran away,&lt;br /&gt;Would you follow me?&lt;br /&gt;If you made me cry,&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the tears away?&lt;br /&gt;If you broke my heart into a million peices,&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold me, when I came back to you?&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't know if you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you keep me forever,&lt;br /&gt;Or is this just a dream&lt;br /&gt;And will I soon awaken?&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me hold you in my arms again?&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me ease your terrible pain?&lt;br /&gt;Will you cry in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And let me kiss your tears away?&lt;br /&gt;Will you listen to me just once,&lt;br /&gt;As I come to you once more&lt;br /&gt;With no demands,&lt;br /&gt;Only comming only to give&lt;br /&gt;And to receive nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Not even your love?&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you all I have, and even more.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you my life, my world,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;But there comes a time,&lt;br /&gt;When too many tears have fallen&lt;br /&gt;And your heart is too confused.&lt;br /&gt;When your soul is hurt and broken&lt;br /&gt;And you feel your dreams have been used.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you pick up the peices&lt;br /&gt;Of something you can't make out.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you just let go.&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do, is hope that destiny is gentle&lt;br /&gt;And faith stronger still.&lt;br /&gt;When you trust in God, and let him do his will.&lt;br /&gt;When you don't say "Goodbye, Love."&lt;br /&gt;But "Goodnight, Love."&lt;br /&gt;And you let it rest&lt;br /&gt;And you give it time.&lt;br /&gt;When you have to know I'm not leaving,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll only be here, always here.&lt;br /&gt;Always loving you,&lt;br /&gt;Always cherishing you, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Always hoping, we won't always be apart.&lt;br /&gt;Always waiting, for you to reach for me.&lt;br /&gt;Always loving you and only you.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever letting go.&lt;br /&gt;Always waiting for your "Hello,"&lt;br /&gt;Never saying "Goodbye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-4600158842217566867?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4600158842217566867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=4600158842217566867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4600158842217566867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4600158842217566867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-comes-time.html' title='there comes a time'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-3642495341115237607</id><published>2008-08-12T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:28:01.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>bullet to the brain....&lt;br /&gt;softer than this pain...&lt;br /&gt;so tired of life...&lt;br /&gt;why can't i bear this strife?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-3642495341115237607?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3642495341115237607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=3642495341115237607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3642495341115237607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3642495341115237607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-3392322631002142056</id><published>2008-08-12T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:26:35.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><title type='text'>when i first saw you</title><content type='html'>I remember the first time I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;You were dancing, making your dress twirl round.&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father told me there was a task I must do,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to tell him what I'd found.&lt;br /&gt;"She's the one!" I said excitedly "That's who is to be my mother."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry," he sadly replied,&lt;br /&gt;"you will have to choose another."&lt;br /&gt;"But, I can't choose someone else!" I cried,&lt;br /&gt;"There is no other."&lt;br /&gt;"Father, of this I am sure. She is the only one."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let me see," he began sympathetically,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure there's something to be done."&lt;br /&gt;"There is a way, but a struggle it will be."&lt;br /&gt;"I know," I whispered "I've been shown before."&lt;br /&gt;"But, she'll pull me through, and she'll help me."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be here too, for you both," he said "You just have to open the door."&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me what to do Father," I said, "tell me the plan."&lt;br /&gt;"You will not be carried in her stomach, but in her heart."&lt;br /&gt;"But, there is a young woman who loves a young man,"&lt;br /&gt;"to give you life will be her part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From her arms you will go,"&lt;br /&gt;"to the little girl's with the twirling dress."&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect one, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I would not settle for any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-3392322631002142056?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3392322631002142056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=3392322631002142056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3392322631002142056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3392322631002142056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-first-saw-you.html' title='when i first saw you'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-8704147782651997961</id><published>2008-08-12T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:24:57.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>Unkept Promises.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Broken Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;Desolation and Despair.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to throw everything away,&lt;br /&gt;After all the miracles we shared?&lt;br /&gt; I drown in a sea of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Memories vivid,&lt;br /&gt;Eat at my heart with a longing.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and everything&lt;br /&gt;Whispers your name to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stop thinking of you?&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness consumes me.&lt;br /&gt;I ache for your arms around me and for&lt;br /&gt;This sense of worthlessness to be done away with.&lt;br /&gt;Like a vulture, you ripped out my heart&lt;br /&gt;And you left me to die.&lt;br /&gt;So why do I still so effortlessly, hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Love you?&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been waking with tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Screaming your name,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching desperately for you.&lt;br /&gt;I try hopelessly to move forward,&lt;br /&gt;Yet days seem like years without you.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I go on without you?&lt;br /&gt;My soul screams for its other half&lt;br /&gt;My lips cry for your kiss&lt;br /&gt;My hands ache to hold yours&lt;br /&gt;My eyes weep to look into the mirrors of your soul&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken, battered, shattered and torn&lt;br /&gt;In your hands, still.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8704147782651997961?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8704147782651997961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=8704147782651997961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8704147782651997961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8704147782651997961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-8588598209551675742</id><published>2008-08-12T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:02:11.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark'/><title type='text'>wild heart</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm going to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll break&lt;br /&gt;Your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Take away tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And leave you with nothing&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday and&lt;br /&gt;Our memories.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't take the deception&lt;br /&gt;My heart is telling my head . . .&lt;br /&gt;Because when you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes too tight&lt;br /&gt;And I lie, In your arms I lie.&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But my wings are beating against&lt;br /&gt;Closed windows,&lt;br /&gt;And I must fly.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot tame my wild heart&lt;br /&gt;But oh, I know you tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8588598209551675742?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8588598209551675742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=8588598209551675742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8588598209551675742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8588598209551675742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/wild-heart.html' title='wild heart'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-1424868370458126790</id><published>2008-08-12T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:23:33.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>without you</title><content type='html'>I don't cry because its over&lt;br /&gt;Anymore;&lt;br /&gt;I smile because it happened&lt;br /&gt;And it was Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;And in the Battle of Hope and Despair&lt;br /&gt;Forever always wins . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I'm living&lt;br /&gt;Without you;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I wouldn't be me&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't believe in Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I wouldn't be your Angel Girl&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Dust would not exist in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I wouldn't be this strong&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have made it this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I wouldn't be here without you today&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'd never find my soul in anyone's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't see through your heart's disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I wouldn't know love&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;I'd never feel anything this Beautiful sent from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I wouldn't see my own value&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;What would I hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you sunsets wouldn't be as Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you,&lt;br /&gt;Wish-upon-a-stars would too soon fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you my smiles wouldn't sing like they do&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know the bliss of just thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I wouldn't know how to fly&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;In Despair the Angels would cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you my fairytale wouldn't be true&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know to believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there hadn't been you&lt;br /&gt;My heart would be so sad.&lt;br /&gt;But, There was you.&lt;br /&gt;There was you . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1424868370458126790?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1424868370458126790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1424868370458126790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1424868370458126790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1424868370458126790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/without-you.html' title='without you'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-8874429106091418453</id><published>2008-08-12T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:05:03.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>jekel and hyde</title><content type='html'>Mascara stained pillows are choked&lt;br /&gt;By the twisted sheets of sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;And the muffled sobs scream out for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And your arms.&lt;br /&gt;No, not you.&lt;br /&gt;You- the arms that hold me.&lt;br /&gt;The fingers: tangled and safe.&lt;br /&gt;Soft, tender, singing voice. . .&lt;br /&gt;These tormented nights miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Not the rigid, forgetful arms&lt;br /&gt;And cold hands that push me away!&lt;br /&gt;Not the foreign, distant, crazy sound:&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid Bitch."&lt;br /&gt;They scream for the want to strangle you&lt;br /&gt;In their twisted, sweaty torture.&lt;br /&gt;And muffled sobs desire to see you&lt;br /&gt;Lying in your brain, twisted and choked-&lt;br /&gt;Your muffled screams they want to hear&lt;br /&gt;From beneath themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8874429106091418453?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8874429106091418453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=8874429106091418453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8874429106091418453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8874429106091418453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/you.html' title='jekel and hyde'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-6787218536933603189</id><published>2008-08-12T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:20:29.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>fairytale</title><content type='html'>His Angel Princess&lt;br /&gt;Trapped inside the tower&lt;br /&gt;Of her self-constructed misery&lt;br /&gt;Saved by the star-filled eyes of&lt;br /&gt;Her Prince Charming and&lt;br /&gt;His smile-&lt;br /&gt;The one she painted a million times&lt;br /&gt;Saved from a fate of death by soul&lt;br /&gt;Only to fall to a fate of hopeless love&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by his brilliance&lt;br /&gt;Struck senseless by his love&lt;br /&gt;She could not see those chains&lt;br /&gt;He concealed so well&lt;br /&gt;-Even while wiping away&lt;br /&gt;Her tears and throwing them&lt;br /&gt;Into their sea of star dusted dreams&lt;br /&gt;And slaying the demons&lt;br /&gt;Of her winged and wild heart&lt;br /&gt;And cold now, she asks&lt;br /&gt;How can she save her gallant Prince?&lt;br /&gt;How can she slay the dragon he feeds?&lt;br /&gt;If only she could shatter the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;The distorted mirrors of his soul&lt;br /&gt;If the dragon’s eyes bled her love&lt;br /&gt;Would he then see he is Beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;And then, would Happily Ever After&lt;br /&gt;Begin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6787218536933603189?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6787218536933603189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6787218536933603189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6787218536933603189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6787218536933603189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/fairytale.html' title='fairytale'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-1226318345344066954</id><published>2008-08-12T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:15:40.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>rotten</title><content type='html'>Life has sucked out of me&lt;br /&gt;The sweet nectar in my veins&lt;br /&gt;And has scraped the zest&lt;br /&gt;From my knees&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me bony&lt;br /&gt;And exposed.&lt;br /&gt;My flesh is covered&lt;br /&gt;In spots of bruising.&lt;br /&gt;I am bitter&lt;br /&gt;And require an acquired taste.&lt;br /&gt;I have gone rotten and have spoiled&lt;br /&gt;And I am only eighteen years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1226318345344066954?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1226318345344066954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1226318345344066954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1226318345344066954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1226318345344066954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/rotten.html' title='rotten'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-2919916155237502316</id><published>2008-08-12T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:05:33.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>the bitter absense of arms</title><content type='html'>I wish I could run from this&lt;br /&gt;Bitter loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hide.&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;I only long to be held&lt;br /&gt;In strong arms&lt;br /&gt;And my hair soothed of &lt;br /&gt;Its heartache.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, there are&lt;br /&gt;No arms&lt;br /&gt;For me to escape to.&lt;br /&gt;Only those of my twisted,&lt;br /&gt;Tear stained sheets&lt;br /&gt;And my cold,&lt;br /&gt;Empty&lt;br /&gt;Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/29/02&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2919916155237502316?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2919916155237502316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2919916155237502316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2919916155237502316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2919916155237502316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitter-absense-of-arms.html' title='the bitter absense of arms'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-979636697863559483</id><published>2008-08-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:05:58.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>one fairytale</title><content type='html'>You always knew just the right thing to say;&lt;br /&gt;You could melt the iciest heart with that charm.&lt;br /&gt;You knew it was the little things that counted&lt;br /&gt;So you made everything you could purple&lt;br /&gt;And told me I was beautiful, every single day.&lt;br /&gt;You could sense when my heart was hurting&lt;br /&gt;And could turn the blackest night into day&lt;br /&gt;Just by holding me right where I fit best . . .&lt;br /&gt;In those arms of yours.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever fit like that&lt;br /&gt;In anyone else’s.&lt;br /&gt;I worry that I’ll only get&lt;br /&gt;One fairytale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-979636697863559483?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/979636697863559483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=979636697863559483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/979636697863559483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/979636697863559483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-fairytale.html' title='one fairytale'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-647540876917262314</id><published>2008-08-12T19:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:06:25.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>go now</title><content type='html'>Go Now&lt;br /&gt;And leave me&lt;br /&gt;Without so much&lt;br /&gt;As a taste of&lt;br /&gt;The fruit of your lips.&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Cannot bear it&lt;br /&gt;Any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-647540876917262314?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/647540876917262314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=647540876917262314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/647540876917262314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/647540876917262314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-now.html' title='go now'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-4074854674680464369</id><published>2008-08-12T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:06:41.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>endless</title><content type='html'>I keep waiting for myself&lt;br /&gt;to awaken from the beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;that you are.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems,&lt;br /&gt;your magic is endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-4074854674680464369?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4074854674680464369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=4074854674680464369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4074854674680464369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4074854674680464369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/endless.html' title='endless'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-546818487322625079</id><published>2008-08-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:05:22.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>the tradgic yet familiar loss of my best friend</title><content type='html'>My head feels heavy&lt;br /&gt;And hopeless tonight.&lt;br /&gt;The silence between us is thick&lt;br /&gt;But the distance thicker.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long drive home&lt;br /&gt;For having nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard not to think&lt;br /&gt;Of how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard not to miss you-&lt;br /&gt;Or try to fix it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done all I can,&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all your fault-&lt;br /&gt;It’s all your fault!&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;With you sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not supposed to be this way-&lt;br /&gt;It’s not supposed to be this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-546818487322625079?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/546818487322625079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=546818487322625079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/546818487322625079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/546818487322625079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/tradgic-yet-familiar-loss-of-my-best.html' title='the tradgic yet familiar loss of my best friend'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5161366934673518441</id><published>2008-08-12T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:07:14.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>pause not</title><content type='html'>Cut the cord and do it&lt;br /&gt;Quick.&lt;br /&gt;Pause not for thought-&lt;br /&gt;to severe each tiny nerve,&lt;br /&gt;(as if I were nothing)&lt;br /&gt;one by one, by one.&lt;br /&gt;Sharpen the blade that&lt;br /&gt;you've used for so long, Love.&lt;br /&gt;(It's getting dull.)&lt;br /&gt;Please, be truthful-&lt;br /&gt;Put away those kid gloves,&lt;br /&gt;though my blood will stain&lt;br /&gt;your hands.&lt;br /&gt;But do it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Then please, give me&lt;br /&gt;something to numb the&lt;br /&gt;pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5161366934673518441?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5161366934673518441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5161366934673518441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5161366934673518441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5161366934673518441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/pause-not.html' title='pause not'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-1962544621106218314</id><published>2008-08-12T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:03:31.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>on the withered sofa</title><content type='html'>It is dusk&lt;br /&gt;and the stars&lt;br /&gt;are just beginning&lt;br /&gt;to shine.&lt;br /&gt;On the withered sofa,&lt;br /&gt;we lay entwined-&lt;br /&gt;fingers and legs&lt;br /&gt;all tangled and safe.&lt;br /&gt;Eyelids droop&lt;br /&gt;As your hands find their way&lt;br /&gt;through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;It is then that I realize&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment&lt;br /&gt;All of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1962544621106218314?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1962544621106218314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1962544621106218314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1962544621106218314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1962544621106218314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-withered-sofa.html' title='on the withered sofa'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-8268056164412970422</id><published>2008-08-12T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:16:05.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>medicate yourself</title><content type='html'>These pills are hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Mixed with all these tears&lt;br /&gt;They&lt;br /&gt;  just&lt;br /&gt;      Slide&lt;br /&gt;mercilessly on&lt;br /&gt;Your tongue and then&lt;br /&gt;Choke down your throat-&lt;br /&gt;Dry and sudden&lt;br /&gt;As you pretend not to taste&lt;br /&gt;The gagging red syrup&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating you&lt;br /&gt;Or feel the pleading needles with&lt;br /&gt;No more veins to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;You read "Pain Relief" on one&lt;br /&gt;Of the many bottles and as&lt;br /&gt;You peel it off,&lt;br /&gt;You start to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8268056164412970422?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8268056164412970422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=8268056164412970422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8268056164412970422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8268056164412970422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/medicate-yourself.html' title='medicate yourself'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-3943728554006007503</id><published>2008-08-12T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:54:05.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>pretty brown eyes</title><content type='html'>How dare you close&lt;br /&gt;Those pretty brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;And sleep so peacefully&lt;br /&gt;When you know&lt;br /&gt;That I lie awake,&lt;br /&gt;My teary eyes dripping&lt;br /&gt;For all&lt;br /&gt;That was not said.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you close&lt;br /&gt;Those pretty&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/20/03&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-3943728554006007503?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3943728554006007503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=3943728554006007503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3943728554006007503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3943728554006007503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/pretty-brown-eyes.html' title='pretty brown eyes'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7015857956181298709</id><published>2008-08-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:16:28.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>earthworm tradgedy</title><content type='html'>Today it rained&lt;br /&gt;And millions of earthworms,&lt;br /&gt;Squirming, helpless-- limbless,&lt;br /&gt;Were condemned to a tragic death . . .&lt;br /&gt;Torn from their earthworm holes&lt;br /&gt;And swept to the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Only to be crushed&lt;br /&gt;By careless feet;&lt;br /&gt;Their tiny carcasses&lt;br /&gt;Strewn and smushed&lt;br /&gt;Against the cold, hard, pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/28/2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7015857956181298709?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7015857956181298709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7015857956181298709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7015857956181298709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7015857956181298709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/earthworm-tradgedy.html' title='earthworm tradgedy'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-6417160558296894587</id><published>2008-08-12T19:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:16:54.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>first snow</title><content type='html'>Snow flakes dance softly&lt;br /&gt;On the window sill&lt;br /&gt;While delicate crystals&lt;br /&gt;Frost the tips of trees&lt;br /&gt;Enchanting them&lt;br /&gt;With all of their wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6417160558296894587?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6417160558296894587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6417160558296894587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6417160558296894587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/6417160558296894587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-snow.html' title='first snow'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-4790123919392707538</id><published>2008-08-12T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:07:57.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>I know our story has ended,&lt;br /&gt;I know our time is through&lt;br /&gt;I only have one last request&lt;br /&gt;One thing to ask of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering if maybe&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for just tonight&lt;br /&gt;You could come and hold me&lt;br /&gt;And tell me everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lying sleepless in this hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;And this flaming IV will not calm my soul.&lt;br /&gt;With each drip, a new trepidation fills my head.&lt;br /&gt;By starlight, I’m missing you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very much has happened and&lt;br /&gt;I’m frightened and alone&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid of what tomorrow brings&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need strong arms to hold me&lt;br /&gt;And keep me from the cold&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel your familiar heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;And so at the risk of sounding bold,&lt;br /&gt;I ask God, please for just one night&lt;br /&gt;Give me back my Angel&lt;br /&gt;And give me rest tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-4790123919392707538?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4790123919392707538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=4790123919392707538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4790123919392707538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4790123919392707538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7451164409439919625</id><published>2008-08-12T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:50:43.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>fragile</title><content type='html'>When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;With those wolfish eyes&lt;br /&gt;A gaze so intense&lt;br /&gt;And unbidden&lt;br /&gt;You seem to see right&lt;br /&gt;Into me&lt;br /&gt;Gazing with sadness&lt;br /&gt;Upon my fragile heart&lt;br /&gt;Tattered, purple, frayed and&lt;br /&gt;Shattered pieces&lt;br /&gt;That cling to one another&lt;br /&gt;By means of cheap scotch tape&lt;br /&gt;And with each struggling&lt;br /&gt;Beat&lt;br /&gt;It pleads,&lt;br /&gt;“Please, Handle me&lt;br /&gt;With care.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7451164409439919625?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7451164409439919625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7451164409439919625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7451164409439919625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7451164409439919625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/fragile.html' title='fragile'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5669648980125710756</id><published>2008-08-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:51:21.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>in the mourning</title><content type='html'>Get some sleep, darling&lt;br /&gt;Things will look better&lt;br /&gt;In the mourning&lt;br /&gt;Things will look better, and&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry that your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are bleeding&lt;br /&gt;And your face is sullen&lt;br /&gt;And swollen with fright&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will notice your throbbing&lt;br /&gt;Head&lt;br /&gt;Or your quivering, lonely lip&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will notice that your&lt;br /&gt;Wings have been clipped&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you’re grounded now&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep, Love&lt;br /&gt;Things will look better&lt;br /&gt;In the mourning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5669648980125710756?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5669648980125710756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5669648980125710756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5669648980125710756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5669648980125710756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-mourning.html' title='in the mourning'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-8169637352897317440</id><published>2008-08-12T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:04:24.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><title type='text'>train wreck</title><content type='html'>Love, you’re like a train wreck&lt;br /&gt;And I knew&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should’ve never&lt;br /&gt;Stepped aboard&lt;br /&gt;Love, you’re like a train wreck&lt;br /&gt;And the odds of survival&lt;br /&gt;Are slim&lt;br /&gt;I should exit while I can&lt;br /&gt;First instincts always win&lt;br /&gt;But at the door, I pause&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe you&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe the tracks&lt;br /&gt;Do not end&lt;br /&gt;But my defense mechanism&lt;br /&gt;Has been activated&lt;br /&gt;And now my heart is scared&lt;br /&gt;And unsure&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I detach myself&lt;br /&gt;From all that you mean&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I convince myself&lt;br /&gt;You never meant anything&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;But I know your truth . . . I know&lt;br /&gt;You did&lt;br /&gt;Love, you’re like a train wreck&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;If I can stay aboard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-8169637352897317440?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8169637352897317440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=8169637352897317440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8169637352897317440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/8169637352897317440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/train-wreck.html' title='train wreck'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-528781073141143377</id><published>2008-08-12T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:03:05.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>salted</title><content type='html'>You’re like salt&lt;br /&gt;on an old wound, Love,&lt;br /&gt;A scab that I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;Picking at for years.&lt;br /&gt;But, Sweetheart, this&lt;br /&gt;nervous habit is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;And Lately, you’ve been drawing&lt;br /&gt;So much blood . . .&lt;br /&gt;With every word unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Every commitment disappointed&lt;br /&gt;Every goodnight kiss lost&lt;br /&gt;And every time I walk to my car&lt;br /&gt;All alone . . .&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much blood.&lt;br /&gt;Is this always what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;This is always what happens&lt;br /&gt;When I fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love . . .&lt;br /&gt;There’s just too much&lt;br /&gt;Blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-528781073141143377?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/528781073141143377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=528781073141143377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/528781073141143377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/528781073141143377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/salted.html' title='salted'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-1872786998175291880</id><published>2008-08-12T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:02:17.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><title type='text'>another lonely wednesday</title><content type='html'>“He’s letting you down easy.  &lt;br /&gt;Get out while you still have&lt;br /&gt;What’s left of your heart&lt;br /&gt;And your dignity,” she says.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re so naïve,” he says,&lt;br /&gt;“he only wanted sex, and now&lt;br /&gt;He wants out.”  &lt;br /&gt;“There are other fish in the sea,”&lt;br /&gt;She says, “You’ve been out four times already,&lt;br /&gt;And today, Matt called you Beautiful.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” he says, “He doesn’t realize,&lt;br /&gt;How lucky he is.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” she agrees, “He doesn’t see&lt;br /&gt;Your value, anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;And silence engulfs me,&lt;br /&gt;As I digest these sharp words&lt;br /&gt;And try to swallow them whole,&lt;br /&gt;Chasing them down with tepid tears.&lt;br /&gt;“But he asked me to the party!”&lt;br /&gt;I argue, “besides, you don’t even know,&lt;br /&gt;I‘m willing to take things slow.”&lt;br /&gt;“He only wants a piece, you’re so naïve.”&lt;br /&gt;And I have to leave&lt;br /&gt;So they won’t see the tears, stinging&lt;br /&gt;My swollen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Come out, come out,” they say,&lt;br /&gt;“We just don’t want to see you hurt.”&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s too late for that now,&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;And you aren’t, are you . . . ?&lt;br /&gt;And you do, don’t you . . . ?&lt;br /&gt;And why do I . . . ?&lt;br /&gt;And why can’t I just walk away&lt;br /&gt;While my head can still be held high?&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t toss you away&lt;br /&gt;I miss your kisses&lt;br /&gt;And your roguish smile&lt;br /&gt;And our giggles&lt;br /&gt;And how ticklish you are&lt;br /&gt;And our long conversations in each other’s arms&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid smile&lt;br /&gt;That grazes my face in the morning&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;So how do I throw&lt;br /&gt;All of that away?&lt;br /&gt;How do I face&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely Wednesday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-1872786998175291880?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1872786998175291880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=1872786998175291880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1872786998175291880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/1872786998175291880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-lonely-wednesday.html' title='another lonely wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-4392029420012546349</id><published>2008-08-12T18:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:01:18.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>thanks for the roses</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the roses&lt;br /&gt;They were purple&lt;br /&gt;As always . . .&lt;br /&gt;And the sentiment was sweet&lt;br /&gt;But you should know&lt;br /&gt;Now, my favorite color is pink;&lt;br /&gt;Purple makes me think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I dreampt of you the night I got them,&lt;br /&gt;Of the day you’ll come to see me&lt;br /&gt;You were so charming&lt;br /&gt;And familiar . . .&lt;br /&gt;We sat at our favorite restaurant&lt;br /&gt;In the back corner booth&lt;br /&gt;And our hands held each other&lt;br /&gt;Across the table&lt;br /&gt;And you loved my hair&lt;br /&gt;(Its never been this long before)&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn’t quit telling me&lt;br /&gt;That I was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I ordered soup&lt;br /&gt;And you ordered chicken&lt;br /&gt;And I ate half of yours&lt;br /&gt;And you ate half of mine&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards we drove to your hotel&lt;br /&gt;And fell asleep in each other’s arms&lt;br /&gt;But I woke up at four in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you were someone else&lt;br /&gt;So I left you a lipstick note&lt;br /&gt;On hotel stationary&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry” in the place of my head&lt;br /&gt;That laid upon your chest&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn’t return your calls&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn’t come to the door&lt;br /&gt;And you finally quit trying&lt;br /&gt;When you turned over my note&lt;br /&gt;And you saw with teary eyes&lt;br /&gt;“P.S. I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But you know what they say&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around . . .&lt;br /&gt;And Darling,&lt;br /&gt;isn’t payback such a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the roses.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-4392029420012546349?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4392029420012546349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=4392029420012546349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4392029420012546349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4392029420012546349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-for-roses.html' title='thanks for the roses'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-4869713101420666680</id><published>2008-08-12T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:52:36.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>tripping</title><content type='html'>There is a wall between us&lt;br /&gt;Of unspoken words and&lt;br /&gt;Lost embraces&lt;br /&gt;And lonely walks home&lt;br /&gt;And doubting hearts&lt;br /&gt;And defensive ones too&lt;br /&gt;And teary nights spent&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Of surface conversations&lt;br /&gt;And unspoken accusations&lt;br /&gt;And this stupid game&lt;br /&gt;In which we’re now inclined&lt;br /&gt;to play.&lt;br /&gt;And its pushing a wedge&lt;br /&gt;So far between us&lt;br /&gt;So lets make a deal&lt;br /&gt;A despondent compromise&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let down my defenses&lt;br /&gt;You calm your fears&lt;br /&gt;No more absent phone calls&lt;br /&gt;No more hasty conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Lets take things slow&lt;br /&gt;As in the original plan&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;Lets drift slowly into love&lt;br /&gt;Instead of tripping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-4869713101420666680?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4869713101420666680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=4869713101420666680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4869713101420666680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/4869713101420666680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/tripping.html' title='tripping'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5547317411083850787</id><published>2008-08-12T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:58:57.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><title type='text'>moonstruck</title><content type='html'>Watching Moonstruck&lt;br /&gt;Made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ronny reminds me&lt;br /&gt;So much of you:&lt;br /&gt;Strong, masculine physique&lt;br /&gt;Yet such a gentle touch.&lt;br /&gt;A man whose deep torment&lt;br /&gt;Is manifested in intense eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Blue or grey, depending on the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Manner and appearance&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent of&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful, but lonely wolf.&lt;br /&gt;One who fell so unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;Into love’s trap&lt;br /&gt;So frightened that he chewed off&lt;br /&gt;His own leg&lt;br /&gt;To get away.&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to trap you,&lt;br /&gt;Only to keep you for my own.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, love,&lt;br /&gt;I was moonstruck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5547317411083850787?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5547317411083850787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5547317411083850787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5547317411083850787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5547317411083850787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/moonstruck.html' title='moonstruck'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5291553023367489191</id><published>2008-08-12T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:53:16.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>p.s. i miss you</title><content type='html'>I know by now&lt;br /&gt;I should be over you,&lt;br /&gt;My longing should be gone&lt;br /&gt;My tears shed no more.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems&lt;br /&gt;My decision to end it&lt;br /&gt;Was rash&lt;br /&gt;Because I fear&lt;br /&gt;It has only just begun:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5291553023367489191?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5291553023367489191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5291553023367489191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5291553023367489191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5291553023367489191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/ps-i-miss-you.html' title='p.s. i miss you'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-7698847538128516936</id><published>2008-08-12T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:53:50.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>hungry</title><content type='html'>Empty eyes stare back at me&lt;br /&gt;And sullen lips part&lt;br /&gt;In pleading silence&lt;br /&gt;As a tear drop hits the floor&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure my heart is beating&lt;br /&gt;On its own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My belly is hollow now&lt;br /&gt;And I’m starving for the love&lt;br /&gt;That once, we gorged ourselves upon&lt;br /&gt;When you fed me pretty words&lt;br /&gt;and glances&lt;br /&gt;Each one encrusted with glitter&lt;br /&gt;Pink, and sparkley . . .&lt;br /&gt;(You knew I couldn’t resist!)&lt;br /&gt;My insides ache&lt;br /&gt;For the love we devoured&lt;br /&gt;But at this point, I’d even settle&lt;br /&gt;For the latter crumbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-7698847538128516936?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7698847538128516936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=7698847538128516936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7698847538128516936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/7698847538128516936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/hungry.html' title='hungry'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-3367211486773548738</id><published>2008-08-12T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:17:45.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>butterfly, butterfly</title><content type='html'>Break free, Butterfly, break free.&lt;br /&gt;Release yourself of your&lt;br /&gt;tightly woven cocoon&lt;br /&gt;(One that resembles mine)&lt;br /&gt;And fly.&lt;br /&gt;Each strand of silk a tribulation,&lt;br /&gt;Each strand a new feat to&lt;br /&gt;Overcome, only making you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Come out, Butterfly, come out.&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun warm your wings,&lt;br /&gt;Let the light give you hope;&lt;br /&gt;The strength to make you fly.&lt;br /&gt;Fly, Butterfly, fly.&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly.&lt;br /&gt;Fly fearlessly, butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;Fly into the dawn of a new day.&lt;br /&gt;And when the sun warms my body&lt;br /&gt;I too, someday, will fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-3367211486773548738?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5250690891254341951</id><published>2008-08-12T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:18:03.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>girls</title><content type='html'>Every night at the gym&lt;br /&gt;I watch girls around me&lt;br /&gt;In sports bras and pajama pants&lt;br /&gt;And swinging pony tails&lt;br /&gt;Freaking out on elliptical runners&lt;br /&gt;And treadmills, and bikes,&lt;br /&gt;And stair-steppers and weights,&lt;br /&gt;Begging to be skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Hidden tears in their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And frustration on their&lt;br /&gt;Furrowed, sweaty brows,&lt;br /&gt;As they recall everything&lt;br /&gt;They’ve eaten that day.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine many of them like me&lt;br /&gt;And my friends&lt;br /&gt;Starving their bodies,&lt;br /&gt;Shoving desperate fingers down their throats,&lt;br /&gt;Filling their toilets with a sense&lt;br /&gt;Of pride,&lt;br /&gt;Popping laxative after laxative,&lt;br /&gt;Counting calorie after calorie,&lt;br /&gt;Carb after carb…&lt;br /&gt;Fat gram after fat gram …&lt;br /&gt;Weighing themselves on sinister scales&lt;br /&gt;“That’s it. Tomorrow I only eat&lt;br /&gt;Five frosted miniwheats.”&lt;br /&gt;It satisfies me when I beat most of them&lt;br /&gt;In the “whose skinner” contest;&lt;br /&gt;It motivates me to freak out&lt;br /&gt;On my machine&lt;br /&gt;A little longer&lt;br /&gt;To maintain my position&lt;br /&gt;In the horrific hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;Whom I remain beneath.&lt;br /&gt;Her pale flesh clings to&lt;br /&gt;Tiny bones&lt;br /&gt;That protrude fiercely&lt;br /&gt;Sharp and proud.&lt;br /&gt;She runs on the elliptical runner&lt;br /&gt;In front of me,&lt;br /&gt;Pedaling as fast as she can&lt;br /&gt;Sweating out the only thing&lt;br /&gt;She feeds herself.&lt;br /&gt;She stops every half hour&lt;br /&gt;To take her pulse&lt;br /&gt;So both of us can be sure&lt;br /&gt;She’s still alive.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she motivates herself&lt;br /&gt;To go that fast, for that long&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize she is staring at&lt;br /&gt;A pretty woman on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;I know what is going through her mind,&lt;br /&gt;“I want to look like her…&lt;br /&gt;Faster! Harder! A little bit longer!&lt;br /&gt;You should look like her.”&lt;br /&gt;(Although she is already half her size)&lt;br /&gt;How do I know, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;It’s the same thing going through&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;br /&gt;As I look at her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5250690891254341951?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5250690891254341951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5250690891254341951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5250690891254341951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5250690891254341951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls.html' title='girls'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-2869763607712693119</id><published>2008-08-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:54:31.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>the breakdown</title><content type='html'>up till three&lt;br /&gt;quiz at eight&lt;br /&gt;knots in my back&lt;br /&gt;and grinds of my teeth&lt;br /&gt;swollen ankles and&lt;br /&gt;throbbing feet&lt;br /&gt;thinning face and&lt;br /&gt;have i eaten today?&lt;br /&gt;laundry overflowing&lt;br /&gt;funds depleting&lt;br /&gt;sanity going&lt;br /&gt;midterms and projects&lt;br /&gt;meetings and interviews&lt;br /&gt;and shifts I’m far too qualified&lt;br /&gt;to endure&lt;br /&gt;this was all so much easier&lt;br /&gt;with your strong arms&lt;br /&gt;to hold me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2869763607712693119?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2869763607712693119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2869763607712693119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2869763607712693119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2869763607712693119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/breakdown.html' title='the breakdown'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5853589796743307524</id><published>2008-08-12T18:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:58:56.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>hunter's new place</title><content type='html'>Ascending the dark,&lt;br /&gt;despondent stairs,&lt;br /&gt;a nail caught my sweater—&lt;br /&gt;an urgent warning to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;The door was shut&lt;br /&gt;as I neared its unwelcoming frame&lt;br /&gt;Already, the scent of old cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;filled my sorry nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen was tiny&lt;br /&gt;and white with heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;It was lit with just one bulb&lt;br /&gt;and ashes gathered on the blades of the ceiling fan:&lt;br /&gt;the remnants of cigarettes, and days of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;long gone by.&lt;br /&gt;His cupboards were bare . . .&lt;br /&gt;and in his fridge, lay only an empty bottle of steak sauce&lt;br /&gt;Proud in its defeat.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how long that steak sauce had sustained him&lt;br /&gt;and wondered, “Why couldn’t I?”&lt;br /&gt;I speculated as to how long his stomach had starved&lt;br /&gt;as mine began to ache, and I began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Depleted cans of beer lay strew about the ground,&lt;br /&gt;their presence much like his,&lt;br /&gt;used till empty&lt;br /&gt;and disregarded&lt;br /&gt;on the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5853589796743307524?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5853589796743307524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5853589796743307524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5853589796743307524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5853589796743307524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/hunters-new-place.html' title='hunter&apos;s new place'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-516447403163321240</id><published>2008-08-12T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:21:07.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>fine print</title><content type='html'>I read you my fine print&lt;br /&gt;and I gave you my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I handed you, so trustingly,&lt;br /&gt;your chopping blade of choice.&lt;br /&gt;You’re leaning now&lt;br /&gt;with a sharp serrated edge,&lt;br /&gt;pricking me with each&lt;br /&gt;shallow breath.&lt;br /&gt;You’re taunting me&lt;br /&gt;dangling joy on a gold chain,&lt;br /&gt;just beyond the reach&lt;br /&gt;of my lips&lt;br /&gt;disguising your indiscretion&lt;br /&gt;with sparkling words&lt;br /&gt;and shiny advances.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you place my hand&lt;br /&gt;from the safety of your own&lt;br /&gt;back into my lonely lap.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve stopped calling now&lt;br /&gt;the bell is without your voice.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what happened&lt;br /&gt;and I can’t help but ask. . .&lt;br /&gt;Was it too much to handle?&lt;br /&gt;Was it just too much to take?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever stop to think&lt;br /&gt;It was my heart that was at stake?&lt;br /&gt;Was it too complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Not what you expected?&lt;br /&gt;Boy, every pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Comes with a catch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-516447403163321240?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/516447403163321240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=516447403163321240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/516447403163321240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/516447403163321240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-read-you-my-fine-print-and-i-gave-you.html' title='fine print'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-3545455518635685798</id><published>2008-08-12T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:55:38.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>misplaced</title><content type='html'>I left my hat&lt;br /&gt;at your house once&lt;br /&gt;to ensure&lt;br /&gt;a next-day call-back.&lt;br /&gt;It worked.&lt;br /&gt;But last night&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realized&lt;br /&gt;I left my heart&lt;br /&gt;on your dresser&lt;br /&gt;and you never called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-3545455518635685798?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3545455518635685798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=3545455518635685798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3545455518635685798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/3545455518635685798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/misplaced.html' title='misplaced'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5147094213615642937</id><published>2008-08-12T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:56:15.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>wilson</title><content type='html'>There is a wonderful man&lt;br /&gt;in all of my classes&lt;br /&gt;with an innate sense of fashion&lt;br /&gt;and broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;We competed the first week of&lt;br /&gt;linguistic enlightenment,&lt;br /&gt;to see who could win&lt;br /&gt;the best dressed award.&lt;br /&gt;(that they’ve not given out&lt;br /&gt;since high school!)&lt;br /&gt;The second week came&lt;br /&gt;and he has since given up.&lt;br /&gt;My victory is bittersweet—&lt;br /&gt;For now,&lt;br /&gt;since I’ve lost you&lt;br /&gt;as well as Wilson&lt;br /&gt;whom might I get dressed for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5147094213615642937?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5147094213615642937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5147094213615642937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5147094213615642937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5147094213615642937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/wilson.html' title='wilson'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-5525917462934064620</id><published>2008-08-12T18:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:19:52.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>interrupted brilliance</title><content type='html'>This morning there were&lt;br /&gt;leaves dancing with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;ring-around-the-rosie&lt;br /&gt;on the ginger ground;&lt;br /&gt;Their exteriors glittering gold&lt;br /&gt;in the rising, tired sun.&lt;br /&gt;Then, their brilliance&lt;br /&gt;was tragically interrupted&lt;br /&gt;by a set of careless, intruding feet&lt;br /&gt;which I scowled at&lt;br /&gt;the whole way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-5525917462934064620?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5525917462934064620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=5525917462934064620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5525917462934064620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/5525917462934064620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/interrupted-brilliance.html' title='interrupted brilliance'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-6967236119964259641</id><published>2008-08-12T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:46:35.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other heartbreaks'/><title type='text'>breathe your last breath of me</title><content type='html'>365 breaths too late&lt;br /&gt;you’ve suddenly realized&lt;br /&gt;what it was you had&lt;br /&gt;you want me now&lt;br /&gt;when just one sigh ago&lt;br /&gt;you weren’t quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;you say;&lt;br /&gt;you need room for more breaths&lt;br /&gt;time to figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting…&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;who can’t wait to be with me&lt;br /&gt;and the breath he takes away from me&lt;br /&gt;will be the last breath we take apart&lt;br /&gt;and he’ll see me, right away,&lt;br /&gt;for all that I am:&lt;br /&gt;Everything you could ever want&lt;br /&gt;and everything you’ll always regret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-6967236119964259641?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6967236119964259641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=6967236119964259641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>vegas ii</title><content type='html'>As we walked home that night,&lt;br /&gt;two sparkles moving along a strip&lt;br /&gt;of cheap costume jewelry,&lt;br /&gt;we followed her.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny bones protruded from an awkward&lt;br /&gt;thirteen-year-old frame&lt;br /&gt;draped in slutty fabric&lt;br /&gt;desperate to make up the difference.&lt;br /&gt;She giggled as the man beside her&lt;br /&gt;patted her bottom&lt;br /&gt;and kept her from falling&lt;br /&gt;over her tangled, dizzy feet.&lt;br /&gt;He looked old enough to be&lt;br /&gt;her grandfather…&lt;br /&gt;a sick old man&lt;br /&gt;craving something young and tender&lt;br /&gt;to break.&lt;br /&gt;We wondered how many drinks he’d bought her&lt;br /&gt;and how many she thought she would need…&lt;br /&gt;not enough in either case, we thought,&lt;br /&gt;when she wandered out into the busy street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-235248571530310551?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/235248571530310551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=235248571530310551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/235248571530310551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/235248571530310551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/vegas-ii.html' title='vegas ii'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-2069987208401002228</id><published>2008-08-12T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:44:52.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><title type='text'>as i lay dying</title><content type='html'>My eyes can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;without your ghostly arms&lt;br /&gt;I miss you singing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I listen for your voice&lt;br /&gt;but all I hear is heartache&lt;br /&gt;your silence hurts my head&lt;br /&gt;can’t you numb this pain?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you’d just take me away&lt;br /&gt;deep into your arms and&lt;br /&gt;drown me in your heart&lt;br /&gt;then I can live forever&lt;br /&gt;can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly dying inside!&lt;br /&gt;I’m so lost and&lt;br /&gt;I’m so lonely and&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to breathe anymore&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m starting to believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you said, “It just isn’t meant to be...”&lt;br /&gt;You had a choice&lt;br /&gt;But you chose tears and anger&lt;br /&gt;instead of me&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep killing myself&lt;br /&gt;over your anguished heart&lt;br /&gt;I choose to live&lt;br /&gt;and I choose to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And to sing my heart to smile&lt;br /&gt;as I lay dying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2069987208401002228?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2069987208401002228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2069987208401002228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2069987208401002228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2069987208401002228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-i-lay-dying.html' title='as i lay dying'/><author><name>Chelsi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_iSN8BbgTo/SbGhImeVa4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1Ln-gOyws6c/S220/DSC00817.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226323689785292322.post-2210214801402901903</id><published>2008-08-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:08:54.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>echo</title><content type='html'>I don’t like to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;in big rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Your echo seems&lt;br /&gt;too far away&lt;br /&gt;for mine to reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226323689785292322-2210214801402901903?l=silencedmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2210214801402901903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226323689785292322&amp;postID=2210214801402901903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226323689785292322/posts/default/2210214801402901903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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