<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189</id><updated>2009-09-10T13:01:01.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undiscovered Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>Undiscovered Moments is a collection of my bits of poetry from here and there.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-1003481738377418886</id><published>2008-12-08T15:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:31:16.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Money or Beliefs (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Somehow ended up on the wrong side&lt;br /&gt;when I sought to take care of things.&lt;br /&gt;Came to find an ends to meet with.&lt;br /&gt;Found my life's been lacking&lt;br /&gt;all that makes yours right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow ended up on your wrong side&lt;br /&gt;when I started working my new job.&lt;br /&gt;Came to see that loves not the start.&lt;br /&gt;Found your heart too slow to move.&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to recurring&lt;br /&gt;weakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-1003481738377418886?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1003481738377418886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=1003481738377418886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/1003481738377418886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/1003481738377418886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/money-or-beliefs-lyrics.html' title='Money or Beliefs (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-2228937793501204113</id><published>2008-12-02T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:39:12.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Below You</title><content type='html'>Taken out from under,&lt;br /&gt;pulled aside with love,&lt;br /&gt;you've not taken me for granted,&lt;br /&gt;but sunk my body into sand.&lt;br /&gt;No appology can mend,&lt;br /&gt;save for two bottles of &lt;br /&gt;the cheapest gin,&lt;br /&gt;the slowness you've caused my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-2228937793501204113?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2228937793501204113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=2228937793501204113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/2228937793501204113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/2228937793501204113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/below-you.html' title='Below You'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-6494763243843784161</id><published>2008-10-24T15:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:38:11.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality is Weak (Poem)</title><content type='html'>Those are years you're counting now.&lt;br /&gt;The span of so many days...&lt;br /&gt;One year ago I moved our rock,&lt;br /&gt;afraid of what I might have said.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the shore&lt;br /&gt;to find a dying starfish.&lt;br /&gt;Not as soft as you think.&lt;br /&gt;Stoney and rough,&lt;br /&gt;his legs didn't catch the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I don't sing a song &lt;br /&gt;for things past dead.&lt;br /&gt;But I felt like bothering this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-6494763243843784161?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6494763243843784161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=6494763243843784161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/6494763243843784161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/6494763243843784161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/reality-is-weak-poem.html' title='Reality is Weak (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-4869883428098974713</id><published>2008-10-17T11:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:27:40.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Short (Poem)</title><content type='html'>Can't say I'm ever fighting,&lt;br /&gt;always dying for the word,&lt;br /&gt;coming down hard as snow,&lt;br /&gt;reaching out in blindness.&lt;br /&gt;The plastic people&lt;br /&gt;eat from paper plates.&lt;br /&gt;It's income disposable,&lt;br /&gt;and throw-away friends.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just wants&lt;br /&gt;a safe place to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Suburbs aren't affordable.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pricey condo in&lt;br /&gt;a nice neighborhood,&lt;br /&gt;a downtown dumpster&lt;br /&gt;in a shitty alley.&lt;br /&gt;Money only buys you &lt;br /&gt;more short-comings.&lt;br /&gt;And those will always&lt;br /&gt;bring you home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-4869883428098974713?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4869883428098974713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=4869883428098974713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/4869883428098974713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/4869883428098974713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/falling-short-poem.html' title='Falling Short (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-37886249309008615</id><published>2008-10-09T14:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:17:17.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relational Entirety (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>I can't afford this traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;and all the fees it has incurred.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to lose something&lt;br /&gt;not yet accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;There's things I haven't washed&lt;br /&gt;in longer than a year.&lt;br /&gt;There are lies left untold&lt;br /&gt;because I've grown out of fears.&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about shades of grey&lt;br /&gt;that don't exist for normal folks.&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetical love affairs...&lt;br /&gt;we'll both miss out.&lt;br /&gt;One good thing's left of this mess:&lt;br /&gt;Still can't say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;with my face on straight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a drink tonight in three,&lt;br /&gt;just to take the edge off your glare&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;despite your lovely face.&lt;br /&gt;The lies that melt in your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;like homemade cotton candy,&lt;br /&gt;leave scars across my chest&lt;br /&gt;in every new direction.&lt;br /&gt;I still smile when I say it.&lt;br /&gt;I still mean what I say.&lt;br /&gt;We're still worth every kiss,&lt;br /&gt;and love should always come first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-37886249309008615?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/37886249309008615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=37886249309008615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/37886249309008615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/37886249309008615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/relational-entirety-lyrics.html' title='Relational Entirety (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-5665279341981108136</id><published>2008-10-09T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:51:03.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debts Unplanned (Poem)</title><content type='html'>Tonight as I come out of the E.R.&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna run to your arms,&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't died in that transfer.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't planned this way.&lt;br /&gt;There was no grand design at play.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in what you're told,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm telling you I won't grow old.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I have a soul.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not what has to happen&lt;br /&gt;that dictates when we're saddened.&lt;br /&gt;It's mortality and accidents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-5665279341981108136?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5665279341981108136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=5665279341981108136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/5665279341981108136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/5665279341981108136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/debts-unplanned-poem.html' title='Debts Unplanned (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-6732999872468830829</id><published>2008-10-02T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:24:26.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Feel the Cold (Poem)</title><content type='html'>You know this jacket's just for show&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't feel the icy glare&lt;br /&gt;your eyes cast around so easily&lt;br /&gt;after all you've put us through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-6732999872468830829?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6732999872468830829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=6732999872468830829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/6732999872468830829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/6732999872468830829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-feel-cold-poem.html' title='Don&apos;t Feel the Cold (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-6516633035522722794</id><published>2008-09-17T09:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:40:43.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since Yesterday (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>I brush my hand&lt;br /&gt;on your sleeping shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Blankets move&lt;br /&gt;and Love awakes.&lt;br /&gt;Slow motion takes over&lt;br /&gt;and it's like a&lt;br /&gt;perfect movie moment.&lt;br /&gt;But short-term memories&lt;br /&gt;are never quite &lt;br /&gt;what they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;You're not really here.&lt;br /&gt;You're in another state.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;probably chasing out &lt;br /&gt;some cash.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you since yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-6516633035522722794?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6516633035522722794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=6516633035522722794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/6516633035522722794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/6516633035522722794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/since-yesterday-lyrics.html' title='Since Yesterday (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-3638537599623259203</id><published>2008-09-17T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:35:49.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Disorders (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Creeping over the edge&lt;br /&gt;each morning with the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Seeping into every crack&lt;br /&gt;never failing to light your day.&lt;br /&gt;It's a thirst that's never quenched&lt;br /&gt;so I keep my drinking all the while.&lt;br /&gt;When I think it's gone away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slap in the face&lt;br /&gt;from a silver tray.&lt;br /&gt;It takes hold and runs.&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Spin, spin, spin and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling out of bed&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking this ends today.&lt;br /&gt;Can't finish what you start&lt;br /&gt;when the devil's always in the way.&lt;br /&gt;The logic's not around&lt;br /&gt;during bouts of sweat and chills.&lt;br /&gt;Right before I leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slap in the face&lt;br /&gt;from a silver tray.&lt;br /&gt;It takes hold and runs.&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Spin, spin, spin and run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-3638537599623259203?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3638537599623259203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=3638537599623259203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/3638537599623259203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/3638537599623259203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/light-disorders-lyrics.html' title='Light Disorders (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-7509602611700108340</id><published>2008-09-10T12:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:30:56.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Playing This Game (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decisions are in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anxiety's up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A heartbeat's for fools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not making excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for talk I don't own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Believe anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holding the knives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the gossip queen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;drama king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;friends when time was new,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they have your vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lend an ear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, given away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paid off for lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Traded in poor faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not making excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for talk I don't own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go to your sources,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;your trusted bros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They know me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;better than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A full 5 months,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 dog years, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, they know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the things I really mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that I have no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;good intentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spiteful bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manipulative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm filling the machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coating candies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with sweet lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not making excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for talk I don't own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't care what they say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but I'm cut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;by how easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paranoia's slick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your friends will tell you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch out for girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;especially your own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whoever she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not making excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for talk I don't own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tired of prying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at what someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're mad but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not making excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for talk I don't own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-7509602611700108340?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7509602611700108340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=7509602611700108340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/7509602611700108340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/7509602611700108340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-playing-this-game-lyrics.html' title='I&apos;m Not Playing This Game (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-6146515920011645972</id><published>2008-09-04T09:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:34:15.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Out the Lines (Poem)</title><content type='html'>I think I'm sick of this corporate old,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I've gotta stop doing what I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;Predictability is on the rise&lt;br /&gt;so I got my hands on some pesticide,&lt;br /&gt;ready to take things into my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make a scene burning these suit pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying my hair and painting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my clothes and lifting these pails.&lt;br /&gt;About to give up on making my rent,&lt;br /&gt;give up my dog, look into buying a tent.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom's not a game you play by someone else's rules.&lt;br /&gt;You can shake your head while calling me the fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-6146515920011645972?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6146515920011645972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=6146515920011645972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/6146515920011645972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/6146515920011645972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-out-lines-poem.html' title='Running Out the Lines (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-8473103821622293133</id><published>2008-09-03T08:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:11:08.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Girl (Poem)</title><content type='html'>My embarrassment drops&lt;br /&gt;to the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;explodes in every new direction.&lt;br /&gt;The pieces catch&lt;br /&gt;in the early morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;They'll stay there&lt;br /&gt;on the street all day long.&lt;br /&gt;My heart quickens,&lt;br /&gt;stomach churns,&lt;br /&gt;and dread wells up inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;It seeps out my nose&lt;br /&gt;mouth and eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the tips of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;My every movement betrays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-8473103821622293133?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8473103821622293133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=8473103821622293133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/8473103821622293133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/8473103821622293133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/nervous-girl-poem.html' title='Nervous Girl (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-4561487462750223545</id><published>2008-09-02T08:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:06:32.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Day I Die (I Work For Corporate America) (Poem)</title><content type='html'>Silence speaks my name,&lt;br /&gt;calls out for my surrender.&lt;br /&gt;Life slips between these cracks.&lt;br /&gt;Skies are black and blue,&lt;br /&gt;bruised by storm clouds&lt;br /&gt;who've been rallied by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;This world swallowed the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my end of days,&lt;br /&gt;where this secret burns&lt;br /&gt;inside my darkened heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's brightness is not what's good,&lt;br /&gt;the mark of all that's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Will I save the world this way?&lt;br /&gt;Walking the pavement&lt;br /&gt;of downtown a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Where every face is blank,&lt;br /&gt;every life, somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I slip between them like a ghost,&lt;br /&gt;they don't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;Faces float through the streets&lt;br /&gt;on bodies that I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a place between worlds,&lt;br /&gt;a self-induced trance?&lt;br /&gt;It's an overwhelming sadness&lt;br /&gt;that I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;No fear has found me yet,&lt;br /&gt;no wrath has claimed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;This secret burns the brightest&lt;br /&gt;outside square office buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Pavement opens up below&lt;br /&gt;and pulls my ankles down.&lt;br /&gt;I reach for help, the faces pass.&lt;br /&gt;A dirty beard.&lt;br /&gt;Broken nails.&lt;br /&gt;The homeless look for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pulled out,&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling down.&lt;br /&gt;"Those who lose their way can't stay"&lt;br /&gt;His face burns into the black&lt;br /&gt;and we float towards another day,&lt;br /&gt;another form of incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;My world was never real.&lt;br /&gt;It was never fake.&lt;br /&gt;Real to me but no one else,&lt;br /&gt;fake to them but not myself.&lt;br /&gt;Burning brightness in the void,&lt;br /&gt;the secret of love unfolds,&lt;br /&gt;its fury flowing through me.&lt;br /&gt;My world's consumed by day-lit night.&lt;br /&gt;I work for Corporate America.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-4561487462750223545?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4561487462750223545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=4561487462750223545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/4561487462750223545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/4561487462750223545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-day-i-die-poem.html' title='This is the Day I Die (I Work For Corporate America) (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-5244419675254523781</id><published>2008-08-29T11:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:20:50.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want to Remember You (Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Someday when you feel right&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit down and we can talk&lt;br /&gt;and you can get up and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I was gonna say&lt;br /&gt;that makes your mood begin to rot.&lt;br /&gt;It's honesty that gets your feet to moving,&lt;br /&gt;like you've been put on the spot&lt;br /&gt;even though there's nothing now&lt;br /&gt;that you need to prove.&lt;br /&gt;You can drop me off at the exit here.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what comes next,&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan to let you in again.&lt;br /&gt;A one-way ticket's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;Let me forget you didn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want these memories of our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-5244419675254523781?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5244419675254523781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=5244419675254523781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/5244419675254523781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/5244419675254523781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-want-to-remember-you-poem.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want to Remember You (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-2331676531672835817</id><published>2008-08-19T15:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:26:54.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening With Mae (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>The things you say are&lt;br /&gt;nothing like what you&lt;br /&gt;say you mean.&lt;br /&gt;We're all supposed to believe&lt;br /&gt;you planned to live&lt;br /&gt;this underpriviledged life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you everything I see&lt;br /&gt;in this shitty cup&lt;br /&gt;of your best black coffee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I guess you already know everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm ever&lt;br /&gt;gonna say...&lt;br /&gt;about your growing plants,&lt;br /&gt;your paper bills,&lt;br /&gt;cheddar cheese, and prozak pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can end it here&lt;br /&gt;before I key your hood&lt;br /&gt;of that piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;you claim not to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-2331676531672835817?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2331676531672835817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=2331676531672835817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/2331676531672835817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/2331676531672835817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/evening-with-mae-lyrics.html' title='An Evening With Mae (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-9194666706918725139</id><published>2008-08-13T16:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:34:25.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Pamphlets (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Is that you&lt;br /&gt;staring me down&lt;br /&gt;in the back alleyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that you&lt;br /&gt;coming round the&lt;br /&gt;corner of the store door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it you&lt;br /&gt;who took my heart&lt;br /&gt;and left it lonely&lt;br /&gt;on the sidewalk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a God-fearing&lt;br /&gt;pamphlet.&lt;br /&gt;Like spiritual&lt;br /&gt;propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you&lt;br /&gt;who's lost her faith&lt;br /&gt;in what they called&lt;br /&gt;our love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-9194666706918725139?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9194666706918725139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=9194666706918725139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/9194666706918725139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/9194666706918725139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/paper-pamphlets-lyrics.html' title='Paper Pamphlets (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-7161037769587115829</id><published>2008-08-12T08:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:40:08.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Took A Chance (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>I saw you in the viewing room&lt;br /&gt;of my girlfriend's&lt;br /&gt;summer home.&lt;br /&gt;She said you liked&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes,&lt;br /&gt;but only while they're red.&lt;br /&gt;You caught my eye with&lt;br /&gt;heartstrings pulling tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me I'm just a gamble,&lt;br /&gt;a bet you'd like to win.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe here I'll stay,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You met me at an age&lt;br /&gt;when I was more than&lt;br /&gt;just naive.&lt;br /&gt;Older than a tree,&lt;br /&gt;but trees have&lt;br /&gt;imortality.&lt;br /&gt;The way you say your mind&lt;br /&gt;all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me I'm just a gamble,&lt;br /&gt;a bet you cannot win.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;In the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl who says&lt;br /&gt;a tulip's not a flower nor a&lt;br /&gt;ventricle a heart.&lt;br /&gt;We've argued over coffee&lt;br /&gt;and picked each other clean.&lt;br /&gt;Ripping skin from bone&lt;br /&gt;like fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;from a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me I was a gamble,&lt;br /&gt;now a debt you've gotta pay.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I stay.&lt;br /&gt;In your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I stay.&lt;br /&gt;In  your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-7161037769587115829?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-1737129601292739544</id><published>2008-08-11T16:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:21:39.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Days (Poem)</title><content type='html'>Sounds of home...&lt;br /&gt;electric fences,&lt;br /&gt;summer breezes.&lt;br /&gt;Where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;telephone wires,&lt;br /&gt;carwash flyers...&lt;br /&gt;Grass grows in the cracks&lt;br /&gt;between every piece&lt;br /&gt;of cement,&lt;br /&gt;in the city where drugs are free&lt;br /&gt;and liberty costs more&lt;br /&gt;money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-1737129601292739544?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1737129601292739544/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>Final Decision (Poem)</title><content type='html'>From all the trees drop&lt;br /&gt;leaves of somber tears&lt;br /&gt;of light-colored rain&lt;br /&gt;and fresh scents of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committed to fall&lt;br /&gt;from the tall buildings&lt;br /&gt;built on stones from love's&lt;br /&gt;final re-fueling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-7419916256972974051?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7419916256972974051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=7419916256972974051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/7419916256972974051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;have a sip.&lt;br /&gt;Burnt my tongue instead of lip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-4699076520861207203?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4699076520861207203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=4699076520861207203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/4699076520861207203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/4699076520861207203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-intentions-poem.html' title='Good Intentions 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there when you're not needed.&lt;br /&gt;Be there when you&lt;br /&gt;feel like staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to go without.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pissing on me.&lt;br /&gt;It's always something&lt;br /&gt;I've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You're never who's at fault.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not out to get you,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel loved too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-6675704321012073234?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6675704321012073234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=6675704321012073234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;sober and alert&lt;br /&gt;a mind made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mind&lt;br /&gt;fucked up&lt;br /&gt;"leave me alone"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not worth the love you give me"&lt;br /&gt;drunk and in a stupor&lt;br /&gt;"you can't trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave&lt;br /&gt;just please&lt;br /&gt;leave me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fight anymore&lt;br /&gt;tell me you're done with me&lt;br /&gt;don't wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;you say&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you every day"&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, you're my only one"&lt;br /&gt;forget last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-3494557225079042062?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3494557225079042062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=3494557225079042062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/3494557225079042062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/3494557225079042062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-and-forth-sober-and-drunk-lyrics.html' title='Back and Forth, Sober and Drunk (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-1104319037866464065</id><published>2008-07-24T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:48:46.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Once Stole A Love From Me (Poem)</title><content type='html'>She's got eyes like broken blue glass&lt;br /&gt;and in them a pain that seems to last,&lt;br /&gt;but she's got talent like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;black belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a heart as sharp as felt.&lt;br /&gt;A love I couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;she left for out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I thought she might come back again&lt;br /&gt;but she stayed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Connecticut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I used to write her letters&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I was better&lt;br /&gt;than what she said I was.&lt;br /&gt;She told me she left because&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't trust in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-1104319037866464065?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11911189.post-6452545417739222468</id><published>2008-07-23T13:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:27:13.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Burning (Poem)</title><content type='html'>You've got me cornered and alone.&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch you on your throne.&lt;br /&gt;All our friends will take up your cause&lt;br /&gt;and leave me frozen without pause.&lt;br /&gt;Their loyalty's been sworn to you&lt;br /&gt;even after all we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching the room for a shining knight&lt;br /&gt;but all I find is our most recent fight.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sees the light on your side,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the one too full of pride.&lt;br /&gt;Convinced your cause is true and noble,&lt;br /&gt;you break me down and watch me fumble&lt;br /&gt;with my words through all my tears,&lt;br /&gt;while you accentuate my fears.&lt;br /&gt;You've been cruel to me and don't deserve&lt;br /&gt;the love I've given that's not returned.&lt;br /&gt;Will I turn and walk out the doors?&lt;br /&gt;Will I stay and beg you from the floor?&lt;br /&gt;Do I choose freedom and isolation?&lt;br /&gt;Do I choose to stay in trepidation?&lt;br /&gt;Here standing in your court&lt;br /&gt;I've not much happiness in report.&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only thing I've got,&lt;br /&gt;All your friends and the things I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nowhere else to turn&lt;br /&gt;So light me up and watch me burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-6452545417739222468?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6452545417739222468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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(Poem)</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of silent temper tantrums&lt;br /&gt;based on the phases of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;This stepping on amendments&lt;br /&gt;has me filling up my glass with rum.&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling you think my freedom's worthless&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's all about your insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;I'm far past being sorry to impress,&lt;br /&gt;just say when you're ready to be free of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm honest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same can't be said of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say call your anger back from protest&lt;br /&gt;look me in the face and tell me why so red and blue,&lt;br /&gt;why you've quietly brushed my hand away.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you let your anger stew?&lt;br /&gt;You think you want to make me pay.&lt;br /&gt;Pay for what? I'll pull my pockets inside out,&lt;br /&gt;show there's nothing else to give,&lt;br /&gt;all your problems are due to doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't my issues we need to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11911189-5567250998936340147?l=umoments.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5567250998936340147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11911189&amp;postID=5567250998936340147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/5567250998936340147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11911189/posts/default/5567250998936340147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-speak-outside-riddles-poem.html' title='So Speak Outside the Riddles (Poem)'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13603010182530705572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>