<?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-4509092491360020867</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:11:05.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FADING AWAY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-5095287118198897168</id><published>2007-04-06T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:01:16.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rha0XpP97JI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WCJt9l1-lW8/s1600-h/Am_I__by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050422350445407378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rha0XpP97JI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WCJt9l1-lW8/s400/Am_I__by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you love to see me cry, as you hear me scream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you wait to see my tears, is that what you dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you breathe in my agony, does my pain comfort you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my sadness do you laugh, they all say it is true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you swim in the blood I shed, is that your smile I see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is what makes you happy, I empty all of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-5095287118198897168?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5095287118198897168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=5095287118198897168' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/5095287118198897168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/5095287118198897168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-love-to-see-me-cry-as-you-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rha0XpP97JI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WCJt9l1-lW8/s72-c/Am_I__by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-3189046693616365825</id><published>2007-04-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T06:23:13.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOmoJP97HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/agSfwD2U7fI/s1600-h/silhouettes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049562815820328050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOmoJP97HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/agSfwD2U7fI/s400/silhouettes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my laughter, you are my pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see you smile, I feel sane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the thorns, you are the rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw you first, I knew the path I chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my road less travelled, you are my highway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wait for you, for that something you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my darkness, you are my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I let go of the one my heart fears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ripped my heart, my life you lit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An obsession it was, now just a habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-3189046693616365825?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3189046693616365825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=3189046693616365825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/3189046693616365825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/3189046693616365825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-my-laughter-you-are-my-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOmoJP97HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/agSfwD2U7fI/s72-c/silhouettes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-3517021642493103045</id><published>2007-04-04T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:53:46.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOfp5P97GI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HlzleRYm9Oo/s1600-h/spiritual_______3_by_mehmeturgut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049555149303704674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOfp5P97GI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HlzleRYm9Oo/s400/spiritual_______3_by_mehmeturgut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She stands on the mountain, her eyes looking down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wind pushing her to the edge, she doesn't frown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sees her distorted reflection in the ocean below,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns around at the world that fails to see her glow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One step closer to the place she rests in peace forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away from here, away from him, thoughts make her shiver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closes her eyes, he is all that she can see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She takes a step ahead, to reach that somewhere she longs to be।&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-3517021642493103045?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3517021642493103045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=3517021642493103045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/3517021642493103045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/3517021642493103045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-stands-on-mountain-her-eyes-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOfp5P97GI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HlzleRYm9Oo/s72-c/spiritual_______3_by_mehmeturgut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-9022406349286645571</id><published>2007-04-04T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:48:03.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOeQZP97FI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7HA0OW8EOPU/s1600-h/before_being_a_butterfly_4_by_mehmeturgut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049553611705412690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOeQZP97FI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7HA0OW8EOPU/s400/before_being_a_butterfly_4_by_mehmeturgut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you wake up every morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To wander under these city lights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only to sleep with our sadness at nights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you seek pain in pleasure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hide from yourself, scared to be happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pain is a part of you, illusion can it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you love him till you rest in peace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see love in his hatered, as you wake up each day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You bleed from within, "I hate you" he says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He smiles at your tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughs at your darkest fears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wake up every morning , breathing hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under these city lights, your tears you guard। &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-9022406349286645571?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/9022406349286645571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=9022406349286645571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/9022406349286645571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/9022406349286645571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-you-wake-up-every-morning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOeQZP97FI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7HA0OW8EOPU/s72-c/before_being_a_butterfly_4_by_mehmeturgut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-4565345128505307390</id><published>2007-04-04T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:13:44.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOWU5P97DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/U47bOYxAxBU/s1600-h/Jason_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049544892921801778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOWU5P97DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/U47bOYxAxBU/s400/Jason_by_complejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at these people, so petty, so plastic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey talk to each other like hollow vacuum sticks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smiles they wear, happiness can it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When tears roll down their face, is it sadness you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The laugh and play when their heart bleeds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you look into their eyes, do you see what it reads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hold you when you fall, they fight all your fears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe what they say, what your heart hears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't know themselves, they don't know you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They life you high, let you go, the someone you always thought you knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-4565345128505307390?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4565345128505307390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=4565345128505307390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4565345128505307390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4565345128505307390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-look-at-these-people-so-petty-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOWU5P97DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/U47bOYxAxBU/s72-c/Jason_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-285971535580977716</id><published>2007-04-04T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:17:40.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOS_pP97CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vadjLI1-w4A/s1600-h/In_Memory_Of_Innocence_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049541229314698274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOS_pP97CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vadjLI1-w4A/s400/In_Memory_Of_Innocence_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her laughs echo her innocence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way she hopped and played across the fence, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He jumped into her life, she dove too deep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She drowned in his arms, she had forgotten to weep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took her hand, they ran far, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gave up everything, he healed her scar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she lay shattered, her innocence he stole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betrayal is all she can sense now, engulfing her soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-285971535580977716?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/285971535580977716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=285971535580977716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/285971535580977716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/285971535580977716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/her-laughs-echo-her-innocence-way-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOS_pP97CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vadjLI1-w4A/s72-c/In_Memory_Of_Innocence_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-1163705869087502184</id><published>2007-04-04T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:32:43.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOMppP97AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Yyjvplis8Ek/s1600-h/fading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049534254287809538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOMppP97AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Yyjvplis8Ek/s400/fading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks out of the window, she smiles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The breeze blowing on her face, she ran a thousand miles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She smiles to herself again, feeling the devouring pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still sits here , watching the stubborn rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't wash away the blood that stains her hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thinks of you, your blood she holds, leaving you under the sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-1163705869087502184?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1163705869087502184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=1163705869087502184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/1163705869087502184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/1163705869087502184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-looks-out-of-window-she-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOMppP97AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Yyjvplis8Ek/s72-c/fading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-4424491767062550656</id><published>2007-04-04T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:17:54.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOJGpP96_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/D9ngKuWKUXI/s1600-h/blood_detail.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049530354457504754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOJGpP96_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/D9ngKuWKUXI/s400/blood_detail.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lay together, cuddled up all night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She opens her eyes, strokes his hair, feels his plight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves him to death, she thinks again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To stay with him, she has to be his heartsbane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sucks his blood,life so short, she feels the taste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closer to him, his smell so familiar, not a moment she will waste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They wake up in each others arms, he kisses her gently, holding her close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it is dark again, his blood she will suck, her daily dose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-4424491767062550656?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4424491767062550656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=4424491767062550656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4424491767062550656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4424491767062550656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/they-lay-together-cuddled-up-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOJGpP96_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/D9ngKuWKUXI/s72-c/blood_detail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-7340308602894147262</id><published>2007-04-04T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:01:19.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOFaZP96-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yGPSrYzX0Ao/s1600-h/_your_kiss_is_like_cocaine__by_rache_engel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049526295713410018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOFaZP96-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yGPSrYzX0Ao/s400/_your_kiss_is_like_cocaine__by_rache_engel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They see each other, they feel the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drowning in their world, they pray again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They looks outside, they see those devouring eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She holds him closer, there in truth in her eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is love to her, an eternal feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she hinks of him, her heart wants to dane and sing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is underneath all this flesh and blood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not anger, not lust, all these emotions flood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He runs, far away from her, runs from love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scared of himself, pacing faster but how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love conquers all, they say, is it true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tried to stop him, ripped herself apart, this feeling only grew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she waits all alone, her tears her only friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks for him eevry place she goes, doing this, a lifetime she will spend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-7340308602894147262?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7340308602894147262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=7340308602894147262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/7340308602894147262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/7340308602894147262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/they-see-each-other-they-feel-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOFaZP96-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yGPSrYzX0Ao/s72-c/_your_kiss_is_like_cocaine__by_rache_engel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-225198908694895682</id><published>2007-04-03T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:43:57.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhLKAHb8r8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/W5a5PcLgfBY/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049320235580829634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhLKAHb8r8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/W5a5PcLgfBY/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk on this dessert, I walk alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bleed for who I am, I feel so torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat is dry, heart weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look up at the sky, what do I seek?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds don't fly, people don't talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take another step, with my tears I walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas! I see a shadow, I wear a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following it in hope, I walk a mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk to it, I cry and laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I try to hold it, I cut it in half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the sun, these tears still flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awe- struck by his evanescent glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall to my knee, I fall too hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shadow becomes me, becomes my eternal guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-225198908694895682?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/225198908694895682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=225198908694895682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/225198908694895682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/225198908694895682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-walk-on-this-dessert-i-walk-alone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhLKAHb8r8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/W5a5PcLgfBY/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-6717317651806084775</id><published>2007-04-03T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:40:23.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhLJKnb8r7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Wjd7dI0uGOI/s1600-h/mirror_lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049319316457828274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhLJKnb8r7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Wjd7dI0uGOI/s400/mirror_lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at you, I see me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reflection of what I used to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see these tears, do you see me bleed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you feel my pain, do you know all I need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made you laugh, gave you more pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trapped in my world, I see no gain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run to my grave, trip and fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I close my eyes, your name I call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-6717317651806084775?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6717317651806084775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=6717317651806084775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/6717317651806084775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/6717317651806084775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-look-at-you-i-see-me-reflection-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhLJKnb8r7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Wjd7dI0uGOI/s72-c/mirror_lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-3845839526116484049</id><published>2007-04-03T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:32:30.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOaUpP97EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dW2n3mX6GAs/s1600-h/Gutter_Flower_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049549286673345602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOaUpP97EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dW2n3mX6GAs/s400/Gutter_Flower_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOaUpP97EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dW2n3mX6GAs/s1600-h/Gutter_Flower_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hates her for who she is, why wouldn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhere close to her, is not where he wants to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She falls again, too weak to get up this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels safe on this hard ground, feels it is a crime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is no where here to rescue her, no where in this crowd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't see her curled up on the ground, they look so proud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some look down at her now, smile, pity on their face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some ignore her, they don't hear her case,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He watches her slow death, he tries to look away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she disappears, for them it is just another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-3845839526116484049?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3845839526116484049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=3845839526116484049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/3845839526116484049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/3845839526116484049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-hates-her-for-who-she-is-why-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RhOaUpP97EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dW2n3mX6GAs/s72-c/Gutter_Flower_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-778953886824495441</id><published>2007-03-27T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:43:11.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglJHHCvPCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4LovmYRfaVc/s1600-h/beech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046645243943795746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglJHHCvPCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4LovmYRfaVc/s400/beech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I run to that village, I hear there is life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To remind myself I am human, I carry a knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These trees so green, sky so blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I believe my eyes, can this be true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see them people, laugh and play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel my pulse wither away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hold my breath to feel life around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call out to them, their ignorance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seeI pull out my knife, slit my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blood flowing down this happy land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They run to me, to my rescue I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel too weak but my soul won't sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The village people play again, now with my blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is all I sense now and these random thoughts that flood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They laugh and run around me, their happiness I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I struggle to open my eyes, my cold grave they seal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-778953886824495441?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/778953886824495441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=778953886824495441' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/778953886824495441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/778953886824495441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-run-to-that-village-i-hear-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglJHHCvPCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4LovmYRfaVc/s72-c/beech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-5961128400367526400</id><published>2007-03-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:25:07.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglE_XCvPBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ezTtajaA2Ac/s1600-h/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046640712753298450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglE_XCvPBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ezTtajaA2Ac/s400/tear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood rolling down my cheeks like tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showing today what the eye fears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I clench my fist, I hold my breath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I feel the fading pain, I welcome death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you holding on to me as I disappear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or will you place a rose on my grave and shed a silent tear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-5961128400367526400?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5961128400367526400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=5961128400367526400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/5961128400367526400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/5961128400367526400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/blood-rolling-down-my-cheeks-like-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglE_XCvPBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ezTtajaA2Ac/s72-c/tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-5262284197149066065</id><published>2007-03-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:15:58.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglB_nCvPAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7tlH1rmTQF8/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046637418513382402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglB_nCvPAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7tlH1rmTQF8/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look around the people gathered here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recognizing they’re from far and near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are sitting in a corner in this crowded room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars shine bright but I can’t see the moon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk through the darkness moving closer as I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes filled with tears like they never knew me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The silence grows louder as you take my hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are death itself to me, I vanish from my land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-5262284197149066065?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5262284197149066065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=5262284197149066065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/5262284197149066065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/5262284197149066065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-look-around-people-gathered-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglB_nCvPAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7tlH1rmTQF8/s72-c/untitled5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-4816741196193776906</id><published>2007-03-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:05:16.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglAE3CvO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0HhT46fMjOg/s1600-h/White+Rose+&amp;+Blood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046635309684440050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglAE3CvO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0HhT46fMjOg/s400/White+Rose+%26+Blood1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She falls to the bed, naked and alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at her white satin dress she had worn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her eyes made of jade, hair of silk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile like an angel, her skin like she bathed in milk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She closes her eyes, she dreams again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She twists and turns to forget her pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This beauty bears the ugliness only she can feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walks to her window, jumps out, now her soul can heal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She falls to the ground, falls drop dead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She wears a smile now, a white rose turned red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-4816741196193776906?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4816741196193776906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=4816741196193776906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4816741196193776906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4816741196193776906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/she-falls-to-bed-naked-and-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RglAE3CvO_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0HhT46fMjOg/s72-c/White+Rose+%26+Blood1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-4627650316439394421</id><published>2007-03-27T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:57:15.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rgk-enCvO-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_fCM1kv4IWk/s1600-h/0048-surreal-adam-eve-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046633553042815970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rgk-enCvO-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_fCM1kv4IWk/s400/0048-surreal-adam-eve-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we hear the truth about Adam and Eve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who sent the serpent, Satan we believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why didn't God stop Eve, why did she give in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why didn't God stop Adam, why did he leave her to sin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her first bite of the forbidden fruit, the end of all humanity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did Adam walk away, was he in search of sanity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are God and Satan all the same, are we a part of their plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They set their stage, the garden of Eden, birth is death to man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-4627650316439394421?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4627650316439394421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=4627650316439394421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4627650316439394421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4627650316439394421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-we-hear-truth-about-adam-and-eve-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rgk-enCvO-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/_fCM1kv4IWk/s72-c/0048-surreal-adam-eve-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-249438433725171822</id><published>2007-03-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:53:00.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rgk8T3CvO9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tv3VOdRNcWQ/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046631169335966674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rgk8T3CvO9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tv3VOdRNcWQ/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They walk a thousand miles, salvation they seek,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yearning for his blessings, they fast till their minds are weak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temples they visit, all night and day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He is watching us, be good", you hear them say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look around me, questioning his existence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anger, lust, greed, pain, does all this make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing faith in themselves, they run to him again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close their eyes, cry to him, all this keeps them sane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look inside you, open your eyes, you will find him there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is no one but you, don't look outside if you care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-249438433725171822?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/249438433725171822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=249438433725171822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/249438433725171822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/249438433725171822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/they-walk-thousand-miles-salvation-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/Rgk8T3CvO9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tv3VOdRNcWQ/s72-c/untitled4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-8938844932613462452</id><published>2007-03-27T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:34:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkcrXCvO8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ul2GriAErDA/s1600-h/521583_feet_in_grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046596388690803650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkcrXCvO8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ul2GriAErDA/s400/521583_feet_in_grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She goes to bed feeling lonely again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping to see a better tomorrow, hoping to be sane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wakes up and sees the bright light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She steps out of the door, this feels so right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her feet on the wet grass, eyes looking at the clear blue sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudden memories of the past, she takes a deep breath, no more she will cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She feels this morning, she feels her heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles like never before, feels her pain depart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She smells the fresh air, sees children play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sings her favorite song, who took all her pain away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain still eats her from within, she sees a bright beam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wakes up to this world with tears in her eyes, wakes up from her dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-8938844932613462452?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/8938844932613462452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=8938844932613462452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/8938844932613462452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/8938844932613462452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/she-goes-to-bed-feeling-lonely-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkcrXCvO8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ul2GriAErDA/s72-c/521583_feet_in_grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-7332967069264242630</id><published>2007-03-27T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:23:20.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkaDHCvO7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/I3kLcSYpu88/s1600-h/abuse-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046593498177813426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkaDHCvO7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/I3kLcSYpu88/s400/abuse-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so beautiful she is, this six year old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She smiles like an angel, she talks so bold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Innocence in her deeds, he says he loves her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She runs to him, they play hide and seek, this makes her wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He touches her, she can't think anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She feels ugly, he doesn't stop, she feels soar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't move but her soul leaves her body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He plays with her everyday,there is no one else she can see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't tell mommy, she won't believe you" he says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He leaves her feeling hollow, shattering all the dreams she wanted to chase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hears the door open, he is here to play again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is dead to herself, she doesn't feel any pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-7332967069264242630?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7332967069264242630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=7332967069264242630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/7332967069264242630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/7332967069264242630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-so-beautiful-she-is-this-six-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkaDHCvO7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/I3kLcSYpu88/s72-c/abuse-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-4444749727232076166</id><published>2007-03-27T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:13:05.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkW8nCvO6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/saYb3XYsyik/s1600-h/grave.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046590087973780386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkW8nCvO6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/saYb3XYsyik/s400/grave.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall on you, your eyes look at me,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe on you, make me who I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Their stare so cold, they close in on me,&lt;br /&gt;I try to break free, its only you I don't see,&lt;br /&gt;They walk on me, don't hear my screams,&lt;br /&gt;I still wait for you, don't shatter my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;One man places his foot on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;Bigger, stronger, bolder than the rest,&lt;br /&gt;I know that touch, I recognize that pain,&lt;br /&gt;You smile at me, your feet pressing harder again,&lt;br /&gt;I think of the past, think of what I did to you,&lt;br /&gt;I am the end of me, now you know it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-4444749727232076166?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4444749727232076166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=4444749727232076166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4444749727232076166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/4444749727232076166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-fall-on-you-your-eyes-look-at-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkW8nCvO6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/saYb3XYsyik/s72-c/grave.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509092491360020867.post-7328401964639570874</id><published>2007-03-27T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T05:53:11.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkTSnCvO5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qr63RxHS0r8/s1600-h/307050281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046586067884391314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkTSnCvO5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qr63RxHS0r8/s400/307050281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will I do on the last day on earth?&lt;br /&gt;Will I think of life after death or rebirth?&lt;br /&gt;Will I look into your eyes and say "I love you"?&lt;br /&gt;You look away, like before, you feel nothing new,&lt;br /&gt;Will they forgive me for all I have done?&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, I strech my arms, looking at the sun,&lt;br /&gt;What will be the last thought running through my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Will I sit with my friends, happiness I find?&lt;br /&gt;I look back at my life, I look back at you,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was always pure, my love for you is true,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe my last, will I rest in peace?&lt;br /&gt;I will always be with you, only my body leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4509092491360020867-7328401964639570874?l=dark-poems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7328401964639570874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4509092491360020867&amp;postID=7328401964639570874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/7328401964639570874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4509092491360020867/posts/default/7328401964639570874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dark-poems1.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-will-i-do-on-last-day-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Pri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884134866013228803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hajjE87dfGI/R5hByIF-MeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zg--HqRMUxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hajjE87dfGI/RgkTSnCvO5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qr63RxHS0r8/s72-c/307050281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
