<?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-8489097289703573844</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:27:07.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry4Teens</title><subtitle type='html'>You belong here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-980442140535961872</id><published>2012-01-19T20:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:26:00.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Madness</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:mcfaddenali99@yahoo.com"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart is the sound of chaos that worsens by every second I think of you.&amp;nbsp; This pain I call my friend breaks me down, pulls me into a ball, as I scream in agony. &amp;nbsp;I’m lost in all this destruction. I cannot see. Am I blind? NO, I refuse to believe these LIES!!! But...are these things lies? Maybe they are the TRUTH. I fall over on my back as you hold my arms down. I feel the sharp cold knife of abandonment plunge into what once held my heart. Millions of freezing hands cover my body. I CAN’T BREATHE!! Someone help me? I’m nothing but a shell with no shell. Everything that I once loved is slipping away with every tear that pushes its way out of my eyes. I scream so loud but no one hears me. My tears turn into blood. The darkness clouds over me. My heart is exposed by the torn skin. A hundred tiny silver hooks surround my heart.&amp;nbsp; It’s so cold.&amp;nbsp; The tiny hooks jerk back and my heart spills and the only thing I can do is scream and cry in terrible pain. WHY AM I STILL ALIVE!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; My old friend pain starts to overtake my being... Suddenly I break free of these invisible forces holding me down and fire fills my eyes. I was not wrong. Pain, misery, destruction, and agony were always there for me. They always held my hand. &amp;nbsp;When I held a knife to my wrist they were there to push it through. When I cried they turned my tears into blood. If I was ever happy they reminded me that happiness was a guiltless twisted LIE. Happiness only brought hell. I am changed; I cannot go back to what I was. Everything I once cared for...once loved is gone... I’M GONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-980442140535961872?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/980442140535961872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=980442140535961872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/980442140535961872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/980442140535961872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2012/01/sound-of-madness.html' title='Sound of Madness'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5213638049811373971</id><published>2012-01-19T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:27:07.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Girl</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I woke up from the dead and found myself lost and alone. I was not really dead but it was starting to feel like it. I woke up like every other day, but this day seemed different somehow. A part of me was lost and wished to die right then and there, but I think I was afraid. I could not stand it anymore, this bitterness and loneliness or whatever it was. I tried to understand what was happening but I could not. I was too scared to even think what it might be. Most people forget about it and move on but, then again, I am not most people. I am not even sure I am a person. I feel more like a soulless being. I feel like there’s nothing inside me that is human at all. I feel alone and dead inside, but also like a monster. I don’t know even what I am anymore or who I am. I am a soulless person. Now I am a lost soul. It feels like I don’t belong at all. I could try to run but that would be useless. I am useless. What good am I for? What will happen to me if I don’t stay in this dried-up and lonely world? What is this place I have grown to love and hate? What does this all mean? What is happing to me and my soul? What am I? I can’t even look myself in the mirror anymore and say that’s me because I don’t even know what the real me looks like anymore. I feel like a dark hole that is being sucked in by this sad and bloody world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5213638049811373971?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5213638049811373971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=5213638049811373971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/5213638049811373971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/5213638049811373971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2012/01/broken-girl.html' title='Broken Girl'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-2512490587084911457</id><published>2011-12-21T07:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:48:36.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:asherdasher5008@att.net"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;want to die&lt;br /&gt;instead i cry&lt;br /&gt;suicide?&lt;br /&gt;cant decide&lt;br /&gt;what to do&lt;br /&gt;who to run to&lt;br /&gt;so many fears&lt;br /&gt;drowning in tears&lt;br /&gt;dead inside&lt;br /&gt;lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;fuck my life&lt;br /&gt;wheres my knife&lt;br /&gt;cant take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;my eyes continue to pour&lt;br /&gt;looking around&lt;br /&gt;you're nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;i guess when i said hi&lt;br /&gt;i really meant goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/" target="_blank"&gt;National Suicide Prevention Lifeline&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-2512490587084911457?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/2512490587084911457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=2512490587084911457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2512490587084911457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2512490587084911457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/12/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-4942196247414657141</id><published>2011-12-21T07:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:52:25.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conflict Inside My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;by &lt;a href="mailto:amandabearkillz@yahoo.com" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;There's a conflict brewing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;deep in the middle of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;It's slowly finding its way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;finally finding the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;The conflict has become,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;a part of who I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;and who I must become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Fighting its way to the surface,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;trying to leave my mind's domain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;My head pounds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;as the conflict inside is torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Suddenly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;my mind brings me to realize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;that no conflict was present,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;nothing was ever there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;it was a cliche, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;a nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;There was nothing to become,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;nothing to strive to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;because I've been it all along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;I've been strong throughout it all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;honest with myself and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Passionate with nature itself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;and proud of who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;The conflict was a cliche,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;a nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;a mirage of the imagination,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;a conflict of nothingness.&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;I never expected to want to stay here, so far from home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;But in those short moments when we talk, I don't feel so alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;It's probably not meant to be, only a dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;I'm scared I'll wake up and won't remember the eyes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;that tell stories and a smile that never lies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;But that's all I'm allowed to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;I wonder what it would be like to touch you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;See if you're real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;We'll separate soon, and I'll cry,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-other;"&gt;Because the person I wanted to know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; 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9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1856671358378696633?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/1856671358378696633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=1856671358378696633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1856671358378696633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1856671358378696633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/11/person-ill-never-know.html' title='The Person I&apos;ll Never Know'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-4881970525609912273</id><published>2011-11-19T19:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:36:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;by &lt;a href="mailto:annaoxx14@aim.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Why am I so crazy about this one strange guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;It seems that every time I'm with him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;time just flies by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;He's quirky and outgoing.&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;He sings and plays guitar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;But if I tell him how I really feel,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;I will have gone too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Hopefully we'll just be perfect&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;When he sees who I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;He'll laugh and talk and smile and walk&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;And just love me for being Sam.&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-4881970525609912273?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/4881970525609912273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=4881970525609912273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/4881970525609912273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/4881970525609912273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/11/he.html' title='He'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-2306946734045947565</id><published>2011-11-05T12:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:18:02.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;by &lt;a href="mailto:anniejadeberina@yahoo.com"&gt;Anja &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Is it better this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When I'm dying every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Loneliness likes to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you want me to walk away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't leave me hanging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;In this world that's ever changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Can't you see I'm fading?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Please take care of my heart that's been bleeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Will I have no more tears to cry?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Will I never hear you say "goodbye"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Or will we never have another try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Will you ever turn and walk away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Will you not rescue me today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;All I want for you is to stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Until the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-2306946734045947565?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/2306946734045947565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=2306946734045947565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2306946734045947565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2306946734045947565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/11/4him.html' title='4Him'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6452821340217392350</id><published>2011-11-05T08:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:37:51.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:livin4myfamily@yahoo.com"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;A Father's Touch,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;A Daddy's Kiss, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;A Grieving Daughter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;You're Truly Missed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;An Empty House,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;An Empty Chair,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;My Daddy's Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;No Longer There.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;A Broken Heart,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Tear Filled Eyes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Another Soul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;To Fill The Sky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Many Memories&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;In My Mind,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Some I Laugh,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Some I Cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;The Times We Shared,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;The Laughs We Had, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Things I Miss&lt;br /&gt;When I Think Of You Dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Realizing That's All I Have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;To Hold On To,&lt;br /&gt;Only Memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Of What Was Once You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Missing Your Laugh,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;I Will Never Again Hear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;This Is The Reality&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;That Fills Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;With So Much Fear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;No More Smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;On Your Face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;No More Warmth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Of Your Embrace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;The Last Hug,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;The Last Kiss, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;The Last "Goodbye" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Leaves Me With&lt;br /&gt;One Last Wish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;To Have You Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Here Today&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Never To Leave&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;Your Daughter This Way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;A Father's Touch,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;A Daddy's Kiss, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;A Grieving Daughter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: auto; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-autospace: ideograph-numeric ideograph-other;"&gt;You're Truly Missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6452821340217392350?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6452821340217392350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6452821340217392350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6452821340217392350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6452821340217392350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/11/daddy-i-miss.html' title='Daddy I Miss'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5140212852039883544</id><published>2011-11-04T21:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:14:51.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;by &lt;a href="mailto:taylor_woodcock@yahoo.com"&gt;Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I'll tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;love is when you want to be with someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;so bad that you'll do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;it means that you don't want anyone other than that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;you think about them all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;wondering if they feel the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;but you never truly know how they feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;which hurts when you find out they don't feel the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;and no matter how hard you try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;you can never truly get them off your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;the worst part about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;is that you never stop searching for someone better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;when you know that isn't possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;but when time comes to move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;don't go looking for someone new;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;let them find you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5140212852039883544?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5140212852039883544/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-7317238232637249795</id><published>2011-11-02T21:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:53:19.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Icarus</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:whydoesitmatter@verizon.net"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;even naïve, when I first met Her;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful white dove&lt;br /&gt;with wings like an angel&lt;br /&gt;and eyes blue as the sky.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me wings;&lt;br /&gt;she taught me&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;to fly&lt;br /&gt;Floating&lt;br /&gt;Soaring&lt;br /&gt;with Her&lt;br /&gt;always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wings disappear&lt;br /&gt;and I’m falling,&lt;br /&gt;Falling,&lt;br /&gt;the wind tearing at me&lt;br /&gt;the empty endless sky&lt;br /&gt;my only witness&lt;br /&gt;falling down &lt;br /&gt;to the rock hard ground &lt;br /&gt;of Reality.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I stand up&lt;br /&gt;and pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;of my shattered soul&lt;br /&gt;and begin anew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-7317238232637249795?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/7317238232637249795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=7317238232637249795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7317238232637249795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fighting the world with all my might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoping to stay alive for just another night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Feeling the innocence soon to be conceived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The face of that man living inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Looking at my future ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Almost gone as good as dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Remembering all the pain and tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Using the white stuff to take away fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;starring into the city of strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;They don't care about me or my anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Trying hard not to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Crying during the storms of November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-9052765270463600430?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/9052765270463600430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=9052765270463600430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="mailto:adonovan430@gmail.com"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watch the sunrise and think of you; of us.&lt;br /&gt;i remember us barefoot, us in the rain, us watching the stars.&lt;br /&gt;now i know i'd take back the words i have said. &lt;br /&gt;especially the ones said to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1514731581176672470?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/1514731581176672470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=1514731581176672470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1514731581176672470'/><link rel='self' 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Katrina came up to New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;And I know all you out there will find that offensive,&lt;br /&gt;But right now my mind is on things much more extensive&lt;br /&gt;Than your puny unintelligent ignorant opinions&lt;br /&gt;Because in my eyes, you all are just stupid mindless minions.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what is like, to be like me&lt;br /&gt;And really, really wish, that you could see,&lt;br /&gt;Why I happen to decide to do the things that I do,&lt;br /&gt;And why it looks like everyday I'm feeling so blue.&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;I know that by now to you I'm worthless and scum,&lt;br /&gt;And I also know I'm still worth something to some,&lt;br /&gt;The ones I sell to and buy to anytime that I please,&lt;br /&gt;And my dog and my girlfriend who's really a sleaze,&lt;br /&gt;So maybe before you go making your petty judgments,&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice that the heart that keeps me going has multiple dents,&lt;br /&gt;Because I hope that, one day, I'll be saved,&lt;br /&gt;From this one stupid drug that I've always craved.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this all down from my room all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my nonexistent wife to come home.&lt;br /&gt;Because the drug that I desire is a drug you can't make,&lt;br /&gt;But everyone needs and some people make it seem fake,&lt;br /&gt;The drug that I want and the drug that I need,&lt;br /&gt;Is the drug that would explain it to you all indeed.&lt;br /&gt;It is the reason why I am such a pitiful being,&lt;br /&gt;And right now I cannot believe what I'm seeing.&lt;br /&gt;Because I think my true dealer has come to stay,&lt;br /&gt;The one girl I love just stopped my death and decay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-2766805364083783811?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5564375520756157834</id><published>2011-09-08T21:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:27:17.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Man</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:chelseatew@msn.com"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark night in September,&lt;br /&gt;And yet she could still remember,&lt;br /&gt;The pain she had inflicted,&lt;br /&gt;To the one man that was gifted,&lt;br /&gt;He was the only man, who knew,&lt;br /&gt;What she had been going through,&lt;br /&gt;A fate worse than death,&lt;br /&gt;Her soul did not dare rest,&lt;br /&gt;Glancing over her shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;Her body grew colder,&lt;br /&gt;She sensed that someone was there,&lt;br /&gt;She felt eyes on her everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Casting eyes over to the shadow,&lt;br /&gt;She had a feeling that she’d know,&lt;br /&gt;The man hiding in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly stepping closer,&lt;br /&gt;She knew him at a glance,&lt;br /&gt;The man she’d met by chance,&lt;br /&gt;Five years he had been gone,&lt;br /&gt;For her it was too long,&lt;br /&gt;She could see into his heart, &lt;br /&gt;Knowing she had no part,&lt;br /&gt;The man she once knew,&lt;br /&gt;Was staring right on through,&lt;br /&gt;One word escaped his lips,&lt;br /&gt;As he moved his finger tips,&lt;br /&gt;“Betrayed” &lt;br /&gt;To her it was treason,&lt;br /&gt;She thought of what had died,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath those bloodshot eyes,&lt;br /&gt;He looked more ghost than man,&lt;br /&gt;He slowly lifted his hand,&lt;br /&gt;He held a single rose,&lt;br /&gt;And made her cold down to her toes,&lt;br /&gt;He dropped it on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;And slowly turned towards the door,&lt;br /&gt;She knew he meant to leave,&lt;br /&gt;And she knew that she would grieve,&lt;br /&gt;For all the love he once had shown,&lt;br /&gt;To the woman who let out a groan,&lt;br /&gt;She had given up her life,&lt;br /&gt;For the man who now had a wife,&lt;br /&gt;Beaten and betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;She tried to call his name,&lt;br /&gt;He slowly turned to stare,&lt;br /&gt;At the woman who never cared,&lt;br /&gt;He turned around once more,&lt;br /&gt;And walked firmly out the door,&lt;br /&gt;She fell onto her knees,&lt;br /&gt;And let out sobbing pleas,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he was lost, &lt;br /&gt;And crying at the cost,&lt;br /&gt;The man whom she had snubbed,&lt;br /&gt;And the one man she had loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5564375520756157834?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5564375520756157834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-8816073532451912317</id><published>2011-09-03T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:18:16.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay True</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:shockwave96@comcast.net"&gt;Isaac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the facts&lt;br /&gt;too hard to follow&lt;br /&gt;but I will find a way&lt;br /&gt;so stay true&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for attention&lt;br /&gt;just compassion&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels to be me&lt;br /&gt;empty inside&lt;br /&gt;so I'll try to stay true&lt;br /&gt;don't matter that they judge you&lt;br /&gt;they're not any better than me or you&lt;br /&gt;so forget what they say&lt;br /&gt;those words seem to make &lt;br /&gt;my self esteem seem to fade&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be true,&lt;br /&gt;but won't say the truth&lt;br /&gt;They call me a corrupter&lt;br /&gt;just think&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the corrupted&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me cause i'm calling you&lt;br /&gt;just stay true&lt;br /&gt;I got shoe's that fit me not you&lt;br /&gt;mine are too small for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay true,&lt;br /&gt;but won't say the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8816073532451912317?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/8816073532451912317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=8816073532451912317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="mailto:shockwave96@comcast.net"&gt;Isaac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too late for you &lt;br /&gt;to make it right inside all these&lt;br /&gt;i used to be willing to die for you,&lt;br /&gt;but I no longer cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I act like i'm fine &lt;br /&gt;underneath this skin i scream&lt;br /&gt;I'll break all these damn mirrors&lt;br /&gt;can't stand myself&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through some changes&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what they are,&lt;br /&gt;but I keep flowing through em&lt;br /&gt;I walk around, people always staring&lt;br /&gt;Just take a sleeping pill or I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;slit my wrist to make myself have some justice&lt;br /&gt;doesn't make sense except in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get a chance again &lt;br /&gt;so i'll just say the truth&lt;br /&gt;i fuckin hate you.&lt;br /&gt;it's just too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-428028781096811660</id><published>2011-09-03T17:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:50:19.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Till I Run Dry</title><content type='html'>by Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i collapse&lt;br /&gt;i'ma fight,&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't a fucking fighter&lt;br /&gt;just a fuckin loner&lt;br /&gt;i ain't the corrupted &lt;br /&gt;i'm the corrupter&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer the influenced&lt;br /&gt;but this time the &lt;br /&gt;influencer&lt;br /&gt;they all say &lt;br /&gt;"say no 2 drugs"&lt;br /&gt;why don't you help me &lt;br /&gt;and i wont take that road&lt;br /&gt;but too late now to say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;because it's all gone &lt;br /&gt;i'm gone faster than 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get burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you say,&lt;br /&gt;the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;are not just hurting me&lt;br /&gt;but hurting others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I won't be here, &lt;br /&gt;you won't see me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;you'll sit there from the window,&lt;br /&gt;watching me walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're tearing this family apart,&lt;br /&gt;and we'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;you're toying with all our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, this isn't a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is starting to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;and I may begin to cry,&lt;br /&gt;But before I do, tell me one thing,&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6523158247751417851?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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End'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-8555450229892698721</id><published>2011-08-08T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:11:13.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without You Won't Do</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:ALifeNotWorthLivingPoetry@gmail.com"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;All I dream about&lt;br /&gt;Not loving you is like blacking out&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting about you is harder than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell for you hard&lt;br /&gt;You caught me off guard,&lt;br /&gt;left me hanging in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips pushed me over the edge&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't breath without hearing your voice &lt;br /&gt;over the phone or hearing you whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do&lt;br /&gt;You made me fall hard and I didn't think anyone &lt;br /&gt;could make me feel more alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all I needed&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I will love you forever &lt;br /&gt;through wherever life takes us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to that&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my heart break&lt;br /&gt;Because I can feel it &lt;br /&gt;but I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to you what you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;My eyes didn't make you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;As yours did to me&lt;br /&gt;As you played my heart and left me aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can't be worth living&lt;br /&gt;When you're not here to live it with me&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it without you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take the empty feeling you left with me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8555450229892698721?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/8555450229892698721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=8555450229892698721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8555450229892698721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8555450229892698721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-without-you-wont-do.html' title='Life Without You Won&apos;t Do'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6077779831992416561</id><published>2011-08-07T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:20:47.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:kristanlewis16@yahoo.com"&gt;Kristan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret how I treated you&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart too&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;I miss your touch&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have knew&lt;br /&gt;That all you wanted to do was play&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would have said the words you had to say&lt;br /&gt;Why did you hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;And ruin everything we was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Why did you throw everything away?&lt;br /&gt;We could still be together this very day&lt;br /&gt;I want everything back&lt;br /&gt;I don't want love to lack&lt;br /&gt;Why did you send me away with tears&lt;br /&gt;You didn't make anything clear&lt;br /&gt;You said we were meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you use me?&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't have lied &lt;br /&gt;about what we were suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;What is it about her? &lt;br /&gt;Is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I want what we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want money, sex, I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love sent to me from above.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you when I'm not looking?&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch you on the couch facebooking&lt;br /&gt;I want you home with me&lt;br /&gt;Things need to go back to the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;Together forever in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;No one should have torn that apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6077779831992416561?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6077779831992416561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6077779831992416561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6077779831992416561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6077779831992416561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/08/breaking-up.html' title='Breaking Up'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-3509979867464029391</id><published>2011-08-04T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T22:59:28.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain That Rules</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:kelsie.manna@gmail.com"&gt;Kelsie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pain that affects me&lt;br /&gt;Stress that rules me&lt;br /&gt;Hate that gives me all the rage to blow&lt;br /&gt;Want to escape..&lt;br /&gt;Need to escape..&lt;br /&gt;Before I start rolling down that hill&lt;br /&gt;Walking down that dark path &lt;br /&gt;I pray for my mental state to die down &lt;br /&gt;I pray that my body keeps going&lt;br /&gt;That I stop rolling&lt;br /&gt;That one day waking up was not as hard&lt;br /&gt;One day I looked at life with different eyes&lt;br /&gt;One day I felt pleasure and happiness once again &lt;br /&gt;If I could make anything in this world go away&lt;br /&gt;It would be the thoughts that almost killed me &lt;br /&gt;The pain, that doesn't hurt anymore &lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head, make this life go away &lt;br /&gt;And replace me with a new mind and look with new eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3509979867464029391?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/3509979867464029391/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-2636605270740862253</id><published>2011-08-04T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:56:21.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recovery</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:kristanlewis16@yahoo.com"&gt;Kristan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the same person I was before&lt;br /&gt;My recovery has opened a lot of doors&lt;br /&gt;Picking up that white key tag was great&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was late&lt;br /&gt;I could pick up those drugs anyday&lt;br /&gt;But I choose to say that drugs are ***&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do the things I do?&lt;br /&gt;This question I dont have the answer to&lt;br /&gt;Change takes time&lt;br /&gt;Time is all mine&lt;br /&gt;I might not ever get all better&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am writing this letter&lt;br /&gt;I am me&lt;br /&gt;This is the person I will forever be&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did it to cover the pain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did it to keep me sane&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did it for&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want to be clean for me&lt;br /&gt;I want to show everyone what I can be&lt;br /&gt;I know I can say I want to try&lt;br /&gt;I really want this &lt;br /&gt;I will do anything so I don't die&lt;br /&gt;I know some days I am going to sigh&lt;br /&gt;And feel like I wanna die&lt;br /&gt;But I am not going to get high&lt;br /&gt;I am going to live everyday and try not to lie&lt;br /&gt;To all those so called "friends" I say bye&lt;br /&gt;Today I am not going to get high&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-2636605270740862253?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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the laughter and comments. &lt;br /&gt;i try to say there is no pain, &lt;br /&gt;i try to be strong for the ones &lt;br /&gt;i need to be an example for. &lt;br /&gt;who are you to pick my soul apart? &lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you realize that you and i are just the same, &lt;br /&gt;making me cry is worse than suicide. &lt;br /&gt;i remember when i loved school, i remember always going &lt;br /&gt;and being upset when i got sick because i missed a day. &lt;br /&gt;but that all changed in high school. &lt;br /&gt;everyone says im too ugly, too fat, or my hair is ugly. &lt;br /&gt;well in my eyes i am, but i am more than just that. &lt;br /&gt;you don't even understand the stuff ive been through. &lt;br /&gt;everyday i'm suffering, because of what you all say to me, &lt;br /&gt;this time you re not the victim, its me. &lt;br /&gt;this is my life and ive realized, i did no harm. &lt;br /&gt;but don't worry about me, &lt;br /&gt;im just some girl that has people who have ruined her life. &lt;br /&gt;they don't even take the blame &lt;br /&gt;they just live knowing they are hurting am innocent person. &lt;br /&gt;they put me through all this torture that i don't deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-9167991168433260536?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/9167991168433260536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=9167991168433260536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/9167991168433260536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/9167991168433260536'/><link 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/&gt;For her I have lost&lt;br /&gt;I want her back at all costs&lt;br /&gt;For my grandma he has hurt&lt;br /&gt;All he did was treat her like dirt&lt;br /&gt;When I look in the mirror I feel ugly and fat&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted that&lt;br /&gt;He wanted lust&lt;br /&gt;Because of that I am filled with disgust&lt;br /&gt;She has always been there for me&lt;br /&gt;Now she won't even look at me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts more everyday&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have words to say&lt;br /&gt;My friends don't understand this&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me really pissed&lt;br /&gt;Trying to understand and feel&lt;br /&gt;But I am so lost, don't know how to heal&lt;br /&gt;How do I get my life back&lt;br /&gt;My nightmares give me panic attacks&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to get better&lt;br /&gt;I have tried writing many letters&lt;br /&gt;All I do is hurt and cry&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts are I wanna die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Molestation'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-432267779494847535</id><published>2011-08-04T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:41:15.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:kristanlewis16@yahoo.com"&gt;Kristan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took away all the pain&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much it drives me insane&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I healed&lt;br /&gt;Never have I felt this way&lt;br /&gt;God, the love I feel for you each day&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;And I know you would too&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you treat me&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that has the key&lt;br /&gt;I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;All it would do is break my heart&lt;br /&gt;You drive me so wild&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to have our first child&lt;br /&gt;I could never make up &lt;br /&gt;For what you have done for me&lt;br /&gt;But that you don't see&lt;br /&gt;You are the best I have ever had&lt;br /&gt;For that I am so glad&lt;br /&gt;I have never fell in love so fast&lt;br /&gt;I hope it will last&lt;br /&gt;I am head over heels in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you are too&lt;br /&gt;You picked me up when I was down&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am with you I don't frown&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be mine forever&lt;br /&gt;I want you to say forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your wife&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;I want kids and to be a mother&lt;br /&gt;And for you to never love another&lt;br /&gt;You have the key to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You better never ever tear that apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-432267779494847535?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/432267779494847535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=432267779494847535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/432267779494847535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/432267779494847535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/08/chris.html' title='Chris'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-673416523225393285</id><published>2011-08-04T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:37:26.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:kristanlewis16@yahoo.com"&gt;Kristan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls want to be fat or thin?&lt;br /&gt;Why be happy every now and then?&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, not that long&lt;br /&gt;Admit your wrongs&lt;br /&gt;No harm or fear&lt;br /&gt;Drop every tear&lt;br /&gt;Make life great&lt;br /&gt;Never miss any date&lt;br /&gt;Have fun&lt;br /&gt;For your life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Never believe another who hurts you&lt;br /&gt;What they say is not true&lt;br /&gt;You know what you are&lt;br /&gt;Even though words leave scars&lt;br /&gt;Some friends stab you in the back&lt;br /&gt;So trust is really hard not lack&lt;br /&gt;Love hard and kiss slow&lt;br /&gt;Never hate a foe&lt;br /&gt;Time fades and people too&lt;br /&gt;Just forget the ones that hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Be who you are&lt;br /&gt;Because inside and out you are a shining star&lt;br /&gt;Forget the past and let it go&lt;br /&gt;Time never goes slow&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is gone so it's the past&lt;br /&gt;All you have is today so make it last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-673416523225393285?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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drove me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Without a show &lt;br /&gt;you gave me your attention&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted us.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted we.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Existing off of the Could've Been&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-2850730266650874168?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/2850730266650874168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=2850730266650874168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2850730266650874168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2850730266650874168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/08/couldve-been.html' title='Could&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-1724841218788421439</id><published>2011-08-04T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T22:00:24.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>by Nyelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person&lt;br /&gt;One who should have respect,&lt;br /&gt;I am an African American &lt;br /&gt;And proud to be.&lt;br /&gt;The tears I shed &lt;br /&gt;The blood I shed,&lt;br /&gt;Innocent souls dead,&lt;br /&gt;For being judged&lt;br /&gt;We need respect.&lt;br /&gt;I should be judged&lt;br /&gt;By how I act.&lt;br /&gt;I should be judged&lt;br /&gt;By what I do &lt;br /&gt;And what I say.&lt;br /&gt;Also what I have &lt;br /&gt;To offer the world.&lt;br /&gt;Not by a color which&lt;br /&gt;People call black.&lt;br /&gt;We all need to respect.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid of me:&lt;br /&gt;You can love me,&lt;br /&gt;Or you can hate me.&lt;br /&gt;All that matters&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;I am still a &lt;br /&gt;Child of God.&lt;br /&gt;And a human being.&lt;br /&gt;I need respect&lt;br /&gt;We all do.&lt;br /&gt;But first,&lt;br /&gt;We all need to know &lt;br /&gt;What is respect?&lt;br /&gt;And what does it mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1724841218788421439?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6566192052102636323</id><published>2011-06-12T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:22:57.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. You are unrequited everything and happy nothing. You make me wake up in the morning and wonder why. I do good and you never reward me. I offer mercy to others and you show me none in return. I suffer and you never comfort me. I break and you never heal me. I cry and you let me drown. I bleed and you let me run dry. I pray and it doesn't matter. I hope til Im blue in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is an open, gaping wound, crying out for someone to save it. But it will never happen and never matter. It will be ignored, stepped on, or used up and returned. And that is who *I* will always be. There is no hope on the horizon. There is no spark waiting to catch flame. There is no one with their heart set on mine. I am as alone as I was yesterday and will only be more so tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If only we had known.." How much do I have to say, with how many words, in how many ways? Do I have to scream, in the middle of the street? Do I have to stop traffic, to get someone to care, to get someone to understand, to get someone to notice? Or perhaps I'll never exist to anyone and will eventually be crushed underneath the weight of my own tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6566192052102636323?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6566192052102636323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6566192052102636323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6566192052102636323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6566192052102636323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-219909922862885794</id><published>2011-06-12T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:20:44.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry everybody is better than me&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry everybody is prettier than me&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry everybody is cooler than me&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry nobody wants to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry no one wants to be friends with me&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I hang my head when Im around other people&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I  look at the ground all the time&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I never smile&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry that even when I try to smile no one can tell&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry no one will ever want to be my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Ill never have a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry no one will ever think Im special&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry no one will ever put me first&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry no one will ever send me flowers&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry no one will ever make me dinner&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry no one will ever go out of their way for me&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Ill never take dancing lessons with my husband when we're old&lt;br /&gt;im sorry no one will ever catch on when Im feeling bad&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I will never depend on anyone&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Im a nobody&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-219909922862885794?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-1579274493961104632</id><published>2011-06-08T22:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:22:43.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Kiss</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:br0wnidb3auty@aol.com"&gt;Aareyon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile glows like the moon, &lt;br /&gt;blossoms Beautiful as the Rose in the purest hope of spring.&lt;br /&gt;My heart follows your deep voice &lt;br /&gt;and leaps like a Rabbit at the whisper of your name.&lt;br /&gt;The evening floats in on a great Butterfly wing.&lt;br /&gt;I am comforted by your hand,&lt;br /&gt;that I carry into the breeze of the wind &lt;br /&gt;and hold next to my Heart. &lt;br /&gt;I am filled with hope,&lt;br /&gt;that you may dry my tears of Ocean Water. &lt;br /&gt;As my Tears falls from my Face, &lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of your laugh. &lt;br /&gt;In the quiet, I listen for the last Laughs of the night.&lt;br /&gt;My heated Face leaps to my Gloves. &lt;br /&gt;I wait in the moonlight for your secret Kiss &lt;br /&gt;So that we may Run as one, hand in hand, &lt;br /&gt;in search of the magnificent and mystical palace of love.&lt;br /&gt;But you no longer exist, so I’ll never get that secret kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1579274493961104632?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/1579274493961104632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=1579274493961104632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="mailto:happytrain98@gmail.com"&gt;Pockets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life gives you napalm what shall you do?&lt;br /&gt;Would you burn a city because they are of another race?&lt;br /&gt;Or simply because you have the arbitrary power to? &lt;br /&gt;Would you use it to help the common man &lt;br /&gt;or use it to burn what left remains of his dignity? &lt;br /&gt;Or would you be like us and burn the world to ash &lt;br /&gt;because you think you are better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-4937313510117134184?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/4937313510117134184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=4937313510117134184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/4937313510117134184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/4937313510117134184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-life-gives-you-napalm.html' title='When Life Gives You Napalm'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-4864972365778072351</id><published>2011-06-08T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:06:11.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Frame</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:zane.allen10@yahoo.com"&gt;Zane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found our old photo frame today, it was tucked under some things, that I had hidden away. I wipe the dust off, and bring the frame to my face, I strain my eyes to see what I thought I saw. A smile was plastered upon my face. No hurt, no pain, not even a trace. Your arm was wrapped around me ever so tight, I can almost hear you whispering it's alright. I take a deep breath, remembering when you left me with no air, simply breathless, but then the tears start to fall, and before I know what's happening I throw the frame at the wall. I watch the glass shatter into small pieces, knowing they can never be fixed with all the damage done. But that's how you left me. Broken, chipped. There are always going to be scars and the hesitation of letting people back into my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-4864972365778072351?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/4864972365778072351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=4864972365778072351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/4864972365778072351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/4864972365778072351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/06/photo-frame.html' title='Photo Frame'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-9179023091010532990</id><published>2011-06-08T21:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:26:11.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love for You</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:tanayasmith66@yahoo.com"&gt;Tanaya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a future with you, &lt;br /&gt;You're my lover, you're my boo.&lt;br /&gt;That's true and real.&lt;br /&gt;I know you had a past and love you still. &lt;br /&gt;I won't hurt you or put you in harm, &lt;br /&gt;cause you're the lady I want on my arm. &lt;br /&gt;When you've got a frown, &lt;br /&gt;I want to turn that to a smile. &lt;br /&gt;It's us against the world. &lt;br /&gt;You're my girl,&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to stay in my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-9179023091010532990?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/9179023091010532990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=9179023091010532990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/9179023091010532990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/9179023091010532990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-love-for-you.html' title='My Love for You'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-370344913084670727</id><published>2011-06-08T21:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:48:35.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:odaliszt@hotmail.com"&gt;Odalis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, not her, damn boy&lt;br /&gt;You complete me, &lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I think of you all day&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss her, I wish it was me&lt;br /&gt;When I see you whisper into her ear, &lt;br /&gt;I imagine that's me&lt;br /&gt;Kick her out; I should be there&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, not her, cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you could know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-370344913084670727?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/370344913084670727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=370344913084670727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/370344913084670727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/370344913084670727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/06/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss Me'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-9045786351755324938</id><published>2011-04-16T20:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:32:40.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Stay, Rain?</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:passmorekendra@yahoo.com"&gt;Kendra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you stay, rain?&lt;br /&gt;So you can wash away my pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have too much sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;My happiness need not borrow.&lt;br /&gt;You will be in my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;Even when it's love i sever.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you stay, rain?&lt;br /&gt;So you can keep me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-9045786351755324938?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/9045786351755324938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=9045786351755324938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/9045786351755324938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/9045786351755324938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-dont-you-stay-rain.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Stay, Rain?'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6194473676222483468</id><published>2011-04-16T20:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:28:47.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:passmorekendra@yahoo.com"&gt;Kendra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I try to ignore the sting in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;because I know, a strong girl never cries.&lt;br /&gt;I begin to run, run from my fears.&lt;br /&gt;But I am followed by my ever present tears.&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave these familiar places,&lt;br /&gt;leave behind all of these frequent faces.&lt;br /&gt;But where will I go?&lt;br /&gt;What will I do?&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I have to get faraway from you.&lt;br /&gt;But something keeps me here,&lt;br /&gt;crying one last tear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6194473676222483468?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6194473676222483468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6194473676222483468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="mailto:Sammy_Soccer_Freak@hotmail.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the sticky sweet lips, &lt;br /&gt;And of course my hands are on your hips. &lt;br /&gt;Your arms around my neck, as I give you a soft, sweet peck. &lt;br /&gt;Then we kiss, your lips I sure will miss. &lt;br /&gt;And your touch, I miss that so much. &lt;br /&gt;I miss your soft skin, waiting for it to begin. &lt;br /&gt;Time for two, just me, just you. &lt;br /&gt;You're in my arms again. &lt;br /&gt;Then, you mustn't leave me, &lt;br /&gt;Again, not ever again, you see. &lt;br /&gt;My heart beats for you. &lt;br /&gt;Only you, my boo, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8197379813134916230?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/8197379813134916230/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-3428802580630170226</id><published>2011-04-16T20:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:17:33.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't figure me out,&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you one thing.&lt;br /&gt;wait, stay, is that all I am? &lt;br /&gt;I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO ASK YOU TO STAY? &lt;br /&gt;but, thanks to me, you don't know a thing.&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not DESPERATE, I refuse to show&lt;br /&gt;but does that make me a coward?&lt;br /&gt;NO, I AM STRONGER THAN BEFORE, STRONGER THAN ALL ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;but, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every word I whisper, &lt;br /&gt;is a part of me that i begin to trust, &lt;br /&gt;every word is unheard. &lt;br /&gt;every word i say is unheard.&lt;br /&gt;but if I do speak, &lt;br /&gt;please listen, &lt;br /&gt;and know that once I tell you, &lt;br /&gt;i am confiding in you, &lt;br /&gt;may it be the littlest thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3428802580630170226?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/3428802580630170226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=3428802580630170226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/3428802580630170226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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am the girl who had nothing to do, &lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who spoke not a word, &lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who nobody heard, &lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who took all your lies, &lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who never could rise, &lt;br /&gt;I was the girl who knew you were cruel, &lt;br /&gt;I was the girl you said wasn’t cool, &lt;br /&gt;I was the girl who faced up to her fears, &lt;br /&gt;I was the girl who stood up to her peers, &lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who still cannot let go, &lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who just wants you to know, &lt;br /&gt;I was a person put down by your fun, &lt;br /&gt;I was a person. &lt;br /&gt;Not the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3902367093029637756?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/3902367093029637756/comments/default' 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Smiles'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-3681286142196889434</id><published>2011-01-21T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:06:42.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/jgiddens99@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People race past you,&lt;br /&gt;You wonder where they go.&lt;br /&gt;You see strangers everywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and think "I am all alone."&lt;br /&gt;A face looks at you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She starts walking closer.&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;You give a great smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3681286142196889434?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/3681286142196889434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=3681286142196889434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ayushchamp1992@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ayush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no reason for love. If there is a reason, it is not love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ecstatic drug in my lacklustre life,&lt;br /&gt;The solitary cure of my solitude;&lt;br /&gt;That angel is mine, for once....and forever,&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbstruck, frenzied and hysteric, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All at her attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is truth, the dawn of nature;&lt;br /&gt;All the rest - A mere trance, a lie;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold her tight, just once-&lt;br /&gt;And glide hand in hand: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heart lost, love gained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer decided to propose the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was returning after buying a bunch of red roses for her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when he saw her in a park....Not alone, but with a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The intimacy told he was more than a friend............&lt;br /&gt;The relationship ended before it could start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sameer still met her sometimes, at public places mostly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but he never felt nervous talking to her anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much worse than a sweet lie, is a bitter truth.&lt;br /&gt;Again was I dumbstruck, a different reason though,&lt;br /&gt;An immigrant in her heart till then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now craved to leave it fast....and forever;&lt;br /&gt;Her credibility and my trust, both hit an all-time low!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though undeserving you are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My love for you can never end,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am not dead, just tempest tossed.&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, careful of this insomnia,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is now regained, but love lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sameer never told the girl about his love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the poor girl doesn't even know what has she lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sameer would have kept her happy more than anyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and would have cared for her at all times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the girl...she had got her fate sealed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8186240232095212276?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/8186240232095212276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-3098979352457385656</id><published>2011-01-14T21:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:37:53.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Eyes</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes met mine the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the warmth in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know his first name.&lt;br /&gt;But the blue and yellow in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;made me think of the ocean as the sun meets it.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes met mine and that's when I fell for him.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3098979352457385656?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5083586989909890595</id><published>2011-01-08T20:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:42:14.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady in Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing her in red,&lt;br /&gt;as if I had been blindfolded,&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of people,&lt;br /&gt;such beauty was never expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing through her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and to realize the meaning of nice,&lt;br /&gt;those bright glowing eyes,&lt;br /&gt;were the stars in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips were such a temptation,&lt;br /&gt;that had filled my mind with the word sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short-haired girl in red,&lt;br /&gt;with stunning beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Red'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5922800158497665078</id><published>2010-11-19T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:01:16.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly, Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;fly away home&lt;br /&gt;your heart is broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but your day will come&lt;br /&gt;you love him&lt;br /&gt;he knows it&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chooses&lt;/span&gt; to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;it scares him to think about it&lt;br /&gt;because he knows he wants it&lt;br /&gt;you tell him&lt;br /&gt;you love him&lt;br /&gt;he says you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;you turned to walk away&lt;br /&gt;he saw the sadness&lt;br /&gt;the hurt&lt;br /&gt;the tears&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to reach out&lt;br /&gt;but turned away&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;fly away home&lt;br /&gt;your heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;but your day will come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5922800158497665078?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5922800158497665078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-2449675092870263738</id><published>2010-11-14T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:31:27.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever people ask me,&lt;br /&gt;How am I, &lt;br /&gt;I always end up saying&lt;br /&gt;FINE.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worse than fine,&lt;br /&gt;and fine is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel great,&lt;br /&gt;and i can only feel that when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;But ever since you're not here,&lt;br /&gt;Fine is all I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you.&lt;br /&gt;You hand in mine,&lt;br /&gt;Your arm around my waist,&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet lips caressing my own.&lt;br /&gt;But you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;All you'll ever be is gone,&lt;br /&gt;and all I'll ever be is &lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-2449675092870263738?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/2449675092870263738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=2449675092870263738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2449675092870263738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2449675092870263738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2010/11/fine.html' 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with you, so teach me how to walk with you. &lt;br /&gt;Face to Face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8878623529395197779?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/8878623529395197779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=8878623529395197779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8878623529395197779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8878623529395197779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2010/11/gone.html' 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the good, and the bads.&lt;br /&gt;I think about what's right, what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;I think if it's worth it, worth it to eat, breath.&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end it comes to just needing one more day.&lt;br /&gt;So much weight and stress pulling down, still one more day.&lt;br /&gt;When light turns to dark,&lt;br /&gt;And dark shines to light,&lt;br /&gt;Again I think and think after I'm surrounded by thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Visions circle my head, mostly of sadness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Times come when I must cry before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Still I say one more day.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the times all is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Whether to end it there becomes the debate.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is those times that puts happiness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It is those times that make me cheerful,&lt;br /&gt;For I know my friends care.&lt;br /&gt;When they understand, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to mind,&lt;br /&gt;I know that if I end it,&lt;br /&gt;Those who show and know they care,&lt;br /&gt;Show me that I am loved.&lt;br /&gt;When the end does come, it will not be me.&lt;br /&gt;But, it shall be nature.&lt;br /&gt;I know and still I push through.&lt;br /&gt;I make every day count.&lt;br /&gt;To show me, is to save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-299418564616599685?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/299418564616599685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=299418564616599685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/299418564616599685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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easier,&lt;br /&gt;notes slip through my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;the notes of your melody,&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if you even notice&lt;br /&gt;that my eyes can't help but watch you,&lt;br /&gt;my heart wants to love you,&lt;br /&gt;but my head is so unsure,&lt;br /&gt;tell me something i don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-7662635031872593239?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/7662635031872593239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=7662635031872593239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7662635031872593239'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;You’ll fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be watching from a distance&lt;br /&gt;Your personal angel.&lt;br /&gt;When he breaks your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And tears are pouring down your face,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there.&lt;br /&gt;When you pull the trigger,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll put my life on the line&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8393068458394320203?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/8393068458394320203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=8393068458394320203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8393068458394320203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8393068458394320203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-there.html' title='I&apos;ll Be There'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5551906678377710562</id><published>2009-10-05T19:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:52:15.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:Blue_eyed_hottie2417@yahoo.com"&gt;Kristen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the edge. &lt;br /&gt;Staring in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Watching the waves roll in. &lt;br /&gt;As the tears fill his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;The waves crash at their feet. &lt;br /&gt;People walk down the beach. &lt;br /&gt;He’s unable to say what he wants to say. &lt;br /&gt;Unable to say what’s in his heart. &lt;br /&gt;Pretending that it isn’t real. &lt;br /&gt;So he won’t have to feel. &lt;br /&gt;He can see the pain that is there. &lt;br /&gt;He just chose to ignore it. &lt;br /&gt;Pretending that the pain isn’t real. &lt;br /&gt;Things just seem to be moving too fast. &lt;br /&gt;Moments that don’t last. &lt;br /&gt;Wanting to change the past. &lt;br /&gt;As the sun starts to set. &lt;br /&gt;Tears form in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;He slowly starts to walk away. &lt;br /&gt;She stands staring at the sky. &lt;br /&gt;Wondering how things got this way. &lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to say to make him stay. &lt;br /&gt;The waves crash against the shore. &lt;br /&gt;As her heart shatters. &lt;br /&gt;Watching as he walks away. &lt;br /&gt;She steps close to the waves. &lt;br /&gt;He never looked back. &lt;br /&gt;Just continued to walk away. &lt;br /&gt;As she walked into the waves. &lt;br /&gt;Wanting her pain to disappear. &lt;br /&gt;Wanting to no longer be able to feel. &lt;br /&gt;Looking back one last time &lt;br /&gt;at the boy who broke her heart. &lt;br /&gt;He’s still walking down the beach. &lt;br /&gt;As the waves drag her down. &lt;br /&gt;Being pulled under without a fight. &lt;br /&gt;Getting farther from the light. &lt;br /&gt;He stops and turns around. &lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see her one last time. &lt;br /&gt;People begin shouting,&lt;br /&gt;she’s going to drown. &lt;br /&gt;As he runs back to the shore. &lt;br /&gt;She can’t be seen anymore. &lt;br /&gt;He begins calling out her name.&lt;br /&gt;As he walks into the waves. &lt;br /&gt;Searching for some sign. &lt;br /&gt;That he isn’t too late. &lt;br /&gt;That he still has a chance. As &lt;br /&gt;she rises to the surface. &lt;br /&gt;He reaches out his hand. &lt;br /&gt;Praying that she will forgive him. &lt;br /&gt;And open her heart once again. &lt;br /&gt;As he grabs her hand &lt;br /&gt;the waves pull her down. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking he will lose her again &lt;br /&gt;he pulls her towards him. &lt;br /&gt;Looking into eyes that no longer shine. &lt;br /&gt;He carries her to the shore. &lt;br /&gt;Praying for one more chance. &lt;br /&gt;Hoping he hasn’t lost her yet. &lt;br /&gt;People start to crowd around. &lt;br /&gt;As he tries to save her life. &lt;br /&gt;Finally saying all the things &lt;br /&gt;he wanted to say. &lt;br /&gt;Saying the words she wanted to hear. &lt;br /&gt;Just saying them a little too late. &lt;br /&gt;As her mind starts to cloud. &lt;br /&gt;All she can hear is his voice. &lt;br /&gt;His words that he finally said. &lt;br /&gt;His voice telling her to fight.  &lt;br /&gt;Her eyes grow tired. &lt;br /&gt;As she blocks out the world. &lt;br /&gt;His tears are falling on her face. &lt;br /&gt;Wishing to turn back time. &lt;br /&gt;Wanting her to understand. &lt;br /&gt;That even though it went unsaid. &lt;br /&gt;She meant everything to him. &lt;br /&gt;She was his reason for living. &lt;br /&gt;Praying to god to take him instead. &lt;br /&gt;Not wanting her to be taken from him. &lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;As she slowly starts to slip away. &lt;br /&gt;Telling her how much &lt;br /&gt;he needs her to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5551906678377710562?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5551906678377710562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-1731519382718899046</id><published>2009-10-05T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:47:10.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Everything</title><content type='html'>by Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky may fall, the stars may, too&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i will still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong and life turns tough &lt;br /&gt;and no one is thinking about me &lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes, open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;you're the angel that i see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1731519382718899046?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-8195854234597132016</id><published>2009-10-05T19:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:04:15.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Dream of Doing</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:twilightlover4ever33@yahoo.com"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine, before I die, the things &lt;br /&gt;I’ve always dreamed of doing&lt;br /&gt;I desire that this life &lt;br /&gt;I will live peacefully and slowly&lt;br /&gt;But the world is not like that &lt;br /&gt;So I would have to let it go  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of soaring and gliding freely&lt;br /&gt;With my own liberty, up above all ignorant humans&lt;br /&gt;To fly up to the circular yet rough moon &lt;br /&gt;and take in the sight of its pure fascination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the magnificent &lt;br /&gt;Bahamas and wonderful Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;To be entertained and relaxed &lt;br /&gt;in sublime trips to Tokyo or San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy as much as I can, &lt;br /&gt;like furry, selfish squirrels preparing to &lt;br /&gt;embrace the snowy time of hibernation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go extreme shopping with worthy friends&lt;br /&gt;And visit more than a thousand &lt;br /&gt;hot spots before the dire end&lt;br /&gt;I dream of snowboarding &lt;br /&gt;down the Appalachian like a crazed maniac&lt;br /&gt;I lust to watch a sensational Yankees game&lt;br /&gt;And to wildly root for them with a Hammy face&lt;br /&gt;As well as rocketing up through the Milky Way,&lt;br /&gt;like a hyper dog to a lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I will have enough time&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye to this cruel, spiteful world &lt;br /&gt;I have to quickly seize the day&lt;br /&gt;Before the obnoxious grave is swiftly dug&lt;br /&gt;Where I will lay&lt;br /&gt;For no human can predict the future, &lt;br /&gt;No one knows what will happen the next&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is to keep my fingers crossed &lt;br /&gt;for the absolute best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8195854234597132016?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/8195854234597132016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=8195854234597132016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8195854234597132016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8195854234597132016'/><link 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still missed you,&lt;br /&gt;would you feel the same &lt;br /&gt;or just laugh and walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i went to you in a time of need,&lt;br /&gt;would you help or just ignore me &lt;br /&gt;or make it worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i came to you and told you i still loved you,&lt;br /&gt;would you return my feelings&lt;br /&gt;or would you crush them again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many 'what ifs' in the world &lt;br /&gt;and so many wonders unanswered,&lt;br /&gt;but still we add and add &lt;br /&gt;to that growing population.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-4701380489095965981?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/4701380489095965981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-7857171194260063831</id><published>2009-10-05T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:38:15.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Glass Jar</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:ramecca@gmail.com"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear&lt;br /&gt;Shiny&lt;br /&gt;Calm &lt;br /&gt;My little glass jar&lt;br /&gt;Perfect role model&lt;br /&gt;No wining&lt;br /&gt;No complaints&lt;br /&gt;Does as it’s told&lt;br /&gt;Held by others&lt;br /&gt;Not a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;But then &lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;It breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging into all who held it&lt;br /&gt;Targeting the ones who cared&lt;br /&gt;Leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;To never heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who wouldn’t touch it&lt;br /&gt;Those who hated with no reason&lt;br /&gt;Are left&lt;br /&gt;Not a scar&lt;br /&gt;Not a scratch&lt;br /&gt;Not a care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-7857171194260063831?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/7857171194260063831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=7857171194260063831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7857171194260063831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7857171194260063831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-glass-jar.html' title='My Little Glass Jar'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5100494115442621988</id><published>2009-10-02T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:36:49.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of A Teenage Girl</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:kytasia95@yahoo.com"&gt;Kytasia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of thrills ,&lt;br /&gt;And life can be rough, &lt;br /&gt;Yet life is full of chills &lt;br /&gt;And life can be tough.&lt;br /&gt;Making decisions. &lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Choosing your future,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't easy as it seem, &lt;br /&gt;Dealing with the pressure &lt;br /&gt;Dealing with school&lt;br /&gt;As people criticize you, &lt;br /&gt;They make you look like a fool, &lt;br /&gt;Drama, Gossip &lt;br /&gt;Floating around, &lt;br /&gt;People talk&lt;br /&gt;No truth to be found,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with friends,&lt;br /&gt;So the fun never ends,&lt;br /&gt;Never drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;It'll save more lives.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful who you trust...&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk if you must,&lt;br /&gt;Share all your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Why frown when it take &lt;br /&gt;less energy to smile&lt;br /&gt;Forget all your problems &lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;Just know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Believe that you can make it&lt;br /&gt;Life your life the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;And try not to stress it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5100494115442621988?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5100494115442621988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=5100494115442621988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/5100494115442621988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/5100494115442621988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-of-teenage-girl_02.html' title='Life of A Teenage Girl'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-7614966197435999890</id><published>2009-03-24T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:59:28.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before</title><content type='html'>by Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Anything we had is now before,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna show you to the door.&lt;br /&gt;I know your heart feels very sore,&lt;br /&gt;And it's so very hard to ignore,&lt;br /&gt;But things with us just ain't too sure;&lt;br /&gt;Our situation is just too poor.&lt;br /&gt;I wish things were as before,&lt;br /&gt;Just you, me, and no one more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-7614966197435999890?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/7614966197435999890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=7614966197435999890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7614966197435999890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7614966197435999890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2009/03/before.html' title='Before'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5528570986145018460</id><published>2009-03-15T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:51:11.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Her New Best Friend</title><content type='html'>by Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly confused and lost,&lt;br /&gt;She walks this world alone,&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what path to take.&lt;br /&gt;She turns from God,&lt;br /&gt;As her friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;Turn from her.&lt;br /&gt;All the seems to be left&lt;br /&gt;Is depression and darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Anorexia and pills dont seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;They only leave her hungry and loopy.&lt;br /&gt;So she decides to try something&lt;br /&gt;All together new.&lt;br /&gt;The razor becomes her new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;It's now in her hands,&lt;br /&gt;Moving closer to her arm.&lt;br /&gt;She can feel the sting&lt;br /&gt;And the release of blood,&lt;br /&gt;As the razor slices&lt;br /&gt;Open her skin.&lt;br /&gt;While stumbling over in pain,&lt;br /&gt;She finally reliazes the answer to her prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Once again she is finally able&lt;br /&gt;To feel again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5528570986145018460?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5528570986145018460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=5528570986145018460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/5528570986145018460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/5528570986145018460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-new-best-friend.html' title='Her New Best Friend'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-2194156716077554511</id><published>2009-03-15T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:49:10.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Actuality</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:girlsrulevenus@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;Sophie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world of stark reality,&lt;br /&gt;What should I take or leave,&lt;br /&gt;What is actuality,&lt;br /&gt;And what is make-believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is so familiar,&lt;br /&gt;The feelings it brings are not,&lt;br /&gt;How can I carry on like before,&lt;br /&gt;When there is something I forgot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what it is I’m missing,&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a gap that proves it is,&lt;br /&gt;These tears aren’t of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;They’re of this thing I can’t but miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the problem,&lt;br /&gt;And solve its source,&lt;br /&gt;We learn to do this often,&lt;br /&gt;But when I’m weak then with what force?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world of stark reality,&lt;br /&gt;What should I take or leave,&lt;br /&gt;What is actuality,&lt;br /&gt;And what is make-believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-2194156716077554511?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/2194156716077554511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=2194156716077554511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/2194156716077554511'/><link 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/&gt;something to adore &lt;br /&gt;you say you won't break me down &lt;br /&gt;but you lied &lt;br /&gt;you return &lt;br /&gt;and I am broken down &lt;br /&gt;into a million pieces &lt;br /&gt;crying in my corner &lt;br /&gt;you return &lt;br /&gt;and build me up again &lt;br /&gt;and the cycle begins&lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-742341992754848061?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/742341992754848061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=742341992754848061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/742341992754848061'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you to say fit in! to promote being average or even stand out for attention. where are the people who are true to themselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realized i have been sucked into a void of never ending, always changing "he said, she said, love isnt fair, this is in, this is out" world.  no place to be yourself...am i right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am one who holds out on most of my thoughts, most of my opinions, because i will be criticized, catergorized, and rejected by society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE BLIND. WE CANNOT SEE THAT WEN WE TELL PEOPLE TO BE THEMSELVES HALF OF THEM DECIDE TO BE SOMEONE ELSE IN FEAR OF REJECTION FORM THEIR COMMUNITY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is hope? the only hope to bring back originality is to be yourself and be true to yourself 100% of the time, because even they, even the "jocks" or "preps" or "emos" or nerds cant label you because there isnt a single word that can even begin to describe your complex or simple unique personality - who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once in a blue moon there is a person. a person who is real, a person who doesnt have an ego, who doesnt care about being popular, or pretty, or noticed. they are who they are and people get shocked, curious, and even angry, possibly because they dont know why they dont want to fit in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to fit in in a world of strange, abnormal, mysterious places? who wants to be the wallpaper of the white house or a rare palace? who wants to be the attention-getter and be rebellious just to get attention?  i know i cannot truly be myself or else id be called an attention-getter. which i am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to speak my mind. i do. i want to stand up and say this isnt right. i want to. i will. because from now on i am not going to follow the crowd. i am not going to hold out on my thoughts. i am going to be, for once in a long time, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am me, who are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-207558962361250954?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/207558962361250954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=207558962361250954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten little gymnasts were all fine &lt;br /&gt;one flipped into the foam and then there were nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine little gymnasts went for a skate &lt;br /&gt;one fell down and then there were eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight little gymnasts all thought about heaven &lt;br /&gt;one went up there and then there were seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven little gymnasts were all doing kicks &lt;br /&gt;one over-stretched and then there were six. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six little gymnasts learned how to dive &lt;br /&gt;one drowned and then there were five. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five little gymnasts went through the door &lt;br /&gt;one didnt and then there were four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four little gymnasts were climbing a tree &lt;br /&gt;one slipped and then there were three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little gymnasts had a mother named Lou &lt;br /&gt;one ran away and then there were two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two little gymnasts weighed a ton&lt;br /&gt;one was too big and then there was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little gymnasts was having fun &lt;br /&gt;she got tired and then there were none!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3926588950141140196?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/3926588950141140196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=3926588950141140196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/3926588950141140196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/3926588950141140196'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;just as bad in the conscience, &lt;br /&gt;for HE hears it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8773359388814051734?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/8773359388814051734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=8773359388814051734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8773359388814051734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/8773359388814051734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2009/01/internal-evil.html' title='Internal Evil'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-277741375609518200</id><published>2009-01-03T07:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:59:33.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recall</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:tweety92_1@netzero.net"&gt;Breana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall on what was once a bliss&lt;br /&gt;Smiling faces great gifts sealed with kisses&lt;br /&gt;Then I dwell on my hell &lt;br /&gt;as the toll of bells called lies ring&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear the bells called hatred &lt;br /&gt;Followed by deceit&lt;br /&gt;Next come the toll of bells called pain&lt;br /&gt;And I remember how you inflicted so much upon me&lt;br /&gt;All through all the lies&lt;br /&gt;You were telling me&lt;br /&gt;And through all the pain you continue to bring &lt;br /&gt;And through all my tears&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;And through all my smiles fading&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that if I pray&lt;br /&gt;My troubles won't last always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-277741375609518200?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/277741375609518200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=277741375609518200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i thought&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;i always thought&lt;br /&gt;i knew everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;So much you can learn in one night&lt;br /&gt;you see?&lt;br /&gt;No you dont cuz you dont really care about me.&lt;br /&gt;I learned the times you tried&lt;br /&gt;and all the times you lied&lt;br /&gt;i heard those things and almost cried&lt;br /&gt;cuz&lt;br /&gt;in my head i knew that wasn't you&lt;br /&gt;but who knew?&lt;br /&gt;i guess &lt;br /&gt;especialy not me.&lt;br /&gt;i heard all those things they said&lt;br /&gt;all those things you did.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted&lt;br /&gt;to shout&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to defend you&lt;br /&gt;but when have you ever defended me?&lt;br /&gt;i guess you're someone&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know&lt;br /&gt;at least not anymore&lt;br /&gt;you slammed that door&lt;br /&gt;so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;wanna break free&lt;br /&gt;from that barrier&lt;br /&gt;separating &lt;br /&gt;you and me!&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;you don't.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna do it your way&lt;br /&gt;following the crowd&lt;br /&gt;or following the sway.&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself for once&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping and praying&lt;br /&gt;this is not who you have become.&lt;br /&gt;so how am i supposed to&lt;br /&gt;make this easy?&lt;br /&gt;tell me about the part&lt;br /&gt;where you decided to forget&lt;br /&gt;about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1719903237829334840?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/1719903237829334840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=1719903237829334840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>by Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to pretend, &lt;br /&gt;When my world is coming to a crashing end, &lt;br /&gt;I was foolish and I was fooled, &lt;br /&gt;To think a guy like you could ever be true, &lt;br /&gt;You know what to say, &lt;br /&gt;To keep my thoughts at bay,  &lt;br /&gt;Now my tears, &lt;br /&gt;Are oh so hard to bare, &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if you ever cared, &lt;br /&gt;But now I'm gonna take flight, &lt;br /&gt;And finally reach the light, &lt;br /&gt;I'll finally reach for the stars, &lt;br /&gt;And won't be stuck behind these bars, &lt;br /&gt;I learned to be strong, &lt;br /&gt;When everything else is wrong, &lt;br /&gt;I learned to believe, &lt;br /&gt;When you where there to decieve, &lt;br /&gt;I am so above love, &lt;br /&gt;Because with you it will never be real, &lt;br /&gt;I finished the deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Strong'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6496409741105115278</id><published>2009-01-01T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:17:00.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel Eyes</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:beautifulangel354@yahoo.com"&gt;Anita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see these pretty eyes &lt;br /&gt;but you want to know what lies &lt;br /&gt;behind these hazel eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You may see a cover &lt;br /&gt;that is oh so beautiful on the outside &lt;br /&gt;but just as heartless and cold on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;You must never know the fire &lt;br /&gt;that is behind my hazel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the guilt, the suffering, &lt;br /&gt;and the tears of my past years &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;The hate in my anger, &lt;br /&gt;the bitter in my passion, &lt;br /&gt;and the tough in my love.&lt;br /&gt;That is what lies behind these hazel eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6496409741105115278?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6496409741105115278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6496409741105115278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6496409741105115278'/><link 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/&gt;Who cares though luck&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I'm always wrong, &lt;br /&gt;you're always right&lt;br /&gt;You try to tear me down, &lt;br /&gt;but realize the more you do, &lt;br /&gt;the more you see it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I can't when I already have&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't when you know I'll do it&lt;br /&gt;You can't win, neither can I&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the world isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;You have no choice, no voice, who cares, &lt;br /&gt;though luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-7794742986866892452?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/7794742986866892452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=7794742986866892452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7794742986866892452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7794742986866892452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2009/01/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-494648170597531006</id><published>2009-01-01T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:09:00.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Here, Right Now</title><content type='html'>by Perla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be in my room, &lt;br /&gt;when all i can do is think of you.&lt;br /&gt;not another day goes by &lt;br /&gt;when i can't see your smile. &lt;br /&gt;right here, right now!&lt;br /&gt;is were you should be &lt;br /&gt;right here, right now!&lt;br /&gt;we were meant to see &lt;br /&gt;when your're away, so faraway, &lt;br /&gt;all i can do is fade away.&lt;br /&gt;you're the light &lt;br /&gt;that makes my darkness disappear &lt;br /&gt;when you're right there.&lt;br /&gt;right here, right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-494648170597531006?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/494648170597531006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-3304246513980559035</id><published>2009-01-01T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:19:54.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Real When...?</title><content type='html'>by Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you’re left to pretend?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when life is comin’ to an end?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when there’s a letter you never send?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when there’s a heart that will never mend?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you’re living a fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you can’t really see?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when it’s just you and me?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when it was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when Love is at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you’re flying an invisible kite?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you’re alone at night?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you take off for flight?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you look above?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when there’s something you cove?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when in the sky there’s a dove?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when there's someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when accidents occur?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you’re not sure?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when there’s exposure?&lt;br /&gt;What’s the real answer?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you only have one shoe? &lt;br /&gt;What’s real when you don’t know who?&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when it’s to good to be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s real when the answer to these questions is you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're real, you're real to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3304246513980559035?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-7566911752848540865</id><published>2009-01-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:05:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Promise</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:obangcham@yahoo.com"&gt;Samson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never promised days without pain,&lt;br /&gt;laughter without sorrow or sun without rain.&lt;br /&gt;But God did promise strength for the day, &lt;br /&gt;light through dark, and a guide for the way.&lt;br /&gt;And all who believe in his kingdom up above...&lt;br /&gt;He answers their faith... &lt;br /&gt;With everlasting love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-7566911752848540865?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-4542632235294634457</id><published>2008-11-23T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:19:03.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>There is this crazy thing called life&lt;br /&gt;Lately, its bringing me down&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I turn around&lt;br /&gt;I feel the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Its sitting on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Its yanking at my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can picture something better&lt;br /&gt;I can picture it all come together&lt;br /&gt;But when I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It all goes back again&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant change the past&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy at the present&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to doubt the future&lt;br /&gt;Things dont look to bright&lt;br /&gt;But I keep on wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant say I'm doing well&lt;br /&gt;No, I cant say I'd rather die&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I can feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep it down&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps coming back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant cry this time&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Cant make any promises&lt;br /&gt;Cause last night&lt;br /&gt;I almost felt a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has been spinning lately&lt;br /&gt;Cant keep my head straight&lt;br /&gt;No one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Just the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;Life is just that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-4542632235294634457?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/4542632235294634457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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will forever be my golden boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The veil of night is slowly falling&lt;br /&gt;as time drives me insane&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself from falling, &lt;br /&gt;head over heels again. &lt;br /&gt;My heart is sore, I cannot sing&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait for the phone to ring&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you wont be there if I call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always to blame for my aching heart, &lt;br /&gt;and tears were predicted from the start, &lt;br /&gt;i just hoped that you would be there &lt;br /&gt;to stop the tears from falling. &lt;br /&gt;Falling. Falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of you are slowly falling &lt;br /&gt;and the tears roll down again.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself from falling &lt;br /&gt;for your smooth green eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;Now the summers gone again, &lt;br /&gt;its time for us to part, &lt;br /&gt;and by next spring sometime&lt;br /&gt;wine will have healed my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will forever be my golden boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6480592201238835351?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6480592201238835351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6480592201238835351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in the depths of despair &lt;br /&gt;Is she wallowing there?&lt;br /&gt;Looking for which way to turn, &lt;br /&gt;she sees a sign and doesn’t &lt;br /&gt;Hide because deep inside, she’s still alive&lt;br /&gt;Walking, slowly, swiftly now &lt;br /&gt;Will she make it or be found?&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a world with no one to care&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a place she thought she could bear &lt;br /&gt;Following the road and she thinks of her head&lt;br /&gt;Filled with sorrow and dread&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the past, dwelling on the future&lt;br /&gt;But for now, she lives in the depths of despair &lt;br /&gt;Knowing she won’t always stay wallowing there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8199289400218166962?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6059422785465839367</id><published>2008-11-09T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:57:52.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Nervous</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:ladeedamel12@yahoo.com"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was nervous, and unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know people like you existed.&lt;br /&gt;i would worry, worry all the time&lt;br /&gt;who was i and what would i become. &lt;br /&gt;he came into my pathetic life and made sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i prayed for and everything i dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am me and i can be okay with that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6059422785465839367?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6059422785465839367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6059422785465839367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6059422785465839367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6059422785465839367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-nervous.html' title='I Was Nervous'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-3525219800993893505</id><published>2008-11-05T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:06:56.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About You, But Not For You</title><content type='html'>by Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 3:38 and the bell rings&lt;br /&gt;releasing me into the jungle&lt;br /&gt;of downtown Pittsburgh’s mess. &lt;br /&gt;Kids from everywhere congregate&lt;br /&gt;on corners inhaling cigarettes, &lt;br /&gt;waiting for buses and meeting&lt;br /&gt;friends from rival schools.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as I stand with&lt;br /&gt;the cold wind brushing my legs,&lt;br /&gt;my CAPA pants rolled up to my &lt;br /&gt;knees. If you were here, you’d keep&lt;br /&gt;me warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall buildings loom &lt;br /&gt;up over small ones, keeping shadows&lt;br /&gt;over most of the streets. The sun does&lt;br /&gt;little to warm us. Shannon laughs in my&lt;br /&gt;ear as she recites lines from Chicken Little,&lt;br /&gt;our favorite movie: Four views in twenty-four hours,&lt;br /&gt;an accomplishment made by the two of us over&lt;br /&gt;Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus comes, spraying slush up onto the sidewalk,&lt;br /&gt;we climb in through the back doors &lt;br /&gt;scrambling to find a seat. I sit next to &lt;br /&gt;Shannon, our laughter carrying over&lt;br /&gt;from our outside conversation.&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver looks in her mirror&lt;br /&gt;yelling to the back,&lt;br /&gt;“Put the food away before I pull this bus over!”&lt;br /&gt;Shannon and I sneak our chips, sipping our drinks &lt;br /&gt;behind Jesse and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh with them, their jokes &lt;br /&gt;and party anecdotes spilling like &lt;br /&gt;coffee from their lips. I smile&lt;br /&gt;blushing, they’re cute but not like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pause in conversation and I &lt;br /&gt;get a chance to look out the window.&lt;br /&gt;The sidewalks are littered with snow,&lt;br /&gt;black slush covering the streets. &lt;br /&gt;The trees are bare. Pittsburgh is ugly&lt;br /&gt;in winter even though you refute&lt;br /&gt;my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus pulls into Morningside,&lt;br /&gt;and I pull the yellow bell rope &lt;br /&gt;staggering my way up to front,&lt;br /&gt;waving goodbye to &lt;br /&gt;Shannon, Jesse, and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;You would be jealous if you saw me &lt;br /&gt;blush the way I do for them when &lt;br /&gt;they wave back. I show the bus driver my&lt;br /&gt;pass, say “Thank You” and jump&lt;br /&gt;down onto the street, scrambling to&lt;br /&gt;reach the sidewalk before the bus starts &lt;br /&gt;pulling away. I walk down about four&lt;br /&gt;houses and look up at my three-&lt;br /&gt;story brick house looming over me.&lt;br /&gt;I push the white gate that you&lt;br /&gt;constantly bang shut back and&lt;br /&gt;trek carefully to the steps, afraid&lt;br /&gt;of the ice that might be&lt;br /&gt;hiding under the snow; our&lt;br /&gt;footsteps frozen from the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I knock on the door, it’s Monday,&lt;br /&gt;dad’s at work. I pull out my keys on&lt;br /&gt;my GO ARMY key chain, my &lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me I’m Irish key chain, and my&lt;br /&gt;‘Stop Starring, They Don’t Talk’ key chain.&lt;br /&gt;I pick the Trib PM up off&lt;br /&gt;of the cold porch, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;unleashing the warmth upon me,&lt;br /&gt;and carry it inside with me,&lt;br /&gt;peeling away the plastic. I flip&lt;br /&gt;to my horoscope hoping&lt;br /&gt;it will resemble something having&lt;br /&gt;to do with you. It doesn’t and I toss&lt;br /&gt;it on the side of the couch so&lt;br /&gt;dad can read it when he comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick the remote control up&lt;br /&gt;turning on What I Like About You.&lt;br /&gt;I retreat into the kitchen looking&lt;br /&gt;for some type of fuel until&lt;br /&gt;dinner comes along; something&lt;br /&gt;to keep me going to accomplish my&lt;br /&gt;unwanted homework. I pop something&lt;br /&gt;in the microwave and go back to the&lt;br /&gt;couch, waiting for it to get done.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile lingers in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;your laughter replaying over and over&lt;br /&gt;in my ears. I smile. &lt;br /&gt;The microwave bell dings.&lt;br /&gt;One last thought before I let you go:&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I’m sure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3525219800993893505?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/3525219800993893505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=3525219800993893505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/3525219800993893505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/3525219800993893505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-you-but-not-for-you.html' title='About You, But Not For You'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-1620641217740979307</id><published>2008-11-05T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:03:10.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was too confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories flashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blade ripped her wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her face turned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into an unimaginable twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tear slipped down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off her cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cut again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thought she was weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a drop of blood hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she slit her throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is black and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who were you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1620641217740979307?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/1620641217740979307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=1620641217740979307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1620641217740979307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1620641217740979307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/11/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-3163456648133135408</id><published>2008-11-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:00:36.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylvia</title><content type='html'>by Elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia,&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to think that&lt;br /&gt;the world did not accept you.&lt;br /&gt;Life’s a dizzy dance that spins &lt;br /&gt;round and round. The mind blurs and &lt;br /&gt;soon there is no distinction&lt;br /&gt;between what is and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;Those high institutions crowned you, &lt;br /&gt;the flashing lights were drawn to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow you &lt;br /&gt;still questioned the meaning of &lt;br /&gt;success—What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someday I will learn something&lt;br /&gt;you knew not (that success is &lt;br /&gt;acceptance of the world.)  But &lt;br /&gt;until then I will carry your memory like a &lt;br /&gt;black, deflating balloon that hangs over me.&lt;br /&gt;(The question is, am I saddened by it&lt;br /&gt;or inspired?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-3163456648133135408?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/3163456648133135408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=3163456648133135408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/3163456648133135408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/3163456648133135408'/><link 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&lt;br /&gt;But just for me, clarify the score &lt;br /&gt;You've taken my love and captured my heart &lt;br /&gt;And in its wake you left not even a spark &lt;br /&gt;But hate you I can't and never will &lt;br /&gt;For my feelings for you can't ever stay still &lt;br /&gt;The flame of this heart can never quell &lt;br /&gt;Even when I feel unwell &lt;br /&gt;My love has no limits but neither does your hate &lt;br /&gt;So all I can do is sit here and wait &lt;br /&gt;You think I don't fight but you are wrong &lt;br /&gt;If I had my way I'd fight all day long &lt;br /&gt;24/7 365 days a year &lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be a chore, it would be my career &lt;br /&gt;I'd dedicate my life to winning your heart &lt;br /&gt;And these three words will be my start:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-7817259039168239704?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/7817259039168239704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=7817259039168239704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7817259039168239704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7817259039168239704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-clue.html' title='No Clue'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6220990534935245825</id><published>2008-07-13T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:27:23.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>by HayLee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say two years doesn't make you tolerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave honey, it will just get worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say one hit leads to another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call the police, tell your mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say once a cheater always a cheater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here wondering how I don't want to compete with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say don't drink to take away your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so hard not to, my mind has gone insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say don't tell your dad how you got those stitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell my dad because I knew he would take a gun to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, trust me, he doesn't love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinkin, wow, "he doesn't love me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything they say I have come to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yours anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your toy&lt;br /&gt;You can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;Control me&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;Yell at me&lt;br /&gt;Or abuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say one day you won't be able to take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here ignoring you, I can't believe they're right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's over"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6220990534935245825?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6220990534935245825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6220990534935245825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6220990534935245825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6220990534935245825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-859146852839431615</id><published>2008-07-13T22:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:12:18.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Friends</title><content type='html'>by HayLee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Throughout it all &lt;br /&gt;You were always my friend. &lt;br /&gt;You said you cared about me &lt;br /&gt;And that would last till the end. &lt;br /&gt;I cried on your shoulder, &lt;br /&gt;You loved me while I had always loved him, &lt;br /&gt;I pretended that I wanted life this way, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be hit, &lt;br /&gt;Stood up and cry. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sit around &lt;br /&gt;While the one I loved &lt;br /&gt;Purposefully chose actions that hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pretend &lt;br /&gt;I could be with him till the end, &lt;br /&gt;But now I find myself thinking &lt;br /&gt;About how much I like my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-859146852839431615?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/859146852839431615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=859146852839431615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/859146852839431615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/859146852839431615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-than-friends.html' title='More Than Friends'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6032714887942334878</id><published>2008-07-10T22:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:10:45.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song from Dad</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:kittycatkatelyn2@aim.com"&gt;Katelyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days you won't see me or hear me on the phone &lt;br /&gt;don't you frown my little one, you'll never be alone &lt;br /&gt;daddy's in your heart and your heart's so deep &lt;br /&gt;i will be there everyday, even when you sleep &lt;br /&gt;daddy's love is special, this you'll find is true &lt;br /&gt;there's nothing in this world i love more than i love you &lt;br /&gt;daddy's love is stronger, stronger than the wind &lt;br /&gt;daddy's love is in your heart, let the smiles begin &lt;br /&gt;i don't need to tell you you're the sparkle in my eye &lt;br /&gt;when you see me smiling, you're the reason why &lt;br /&gt;you have brought me joy, and laughter into my world &lt;br /&gt;you're an angel from the heavens, you're daddy's little girl &lt;br /&gt;daddy's love is special, this you'll find is true &lt;br /&gt;there's nothing in this world i love more than i love you &lt;br /&gt;daddy's love is stronger, stronger than the wind &lt;br /&gt;daddy's love is in your heart, let the smiles begin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6032714887942334878?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-8720094694971312657</id><published>2008-07-10T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:59:29.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Try</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard for you to notice me.&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard for a simple hello or an easy goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard for a simple phone call or a hand wave.&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard to be your easiest hello and your hardest goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard to get the words out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard to say.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-8720094694971312657?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-4177037509721617796</id><published>2008-07-10T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:57:19.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>by Amanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night at a party where their eyes first met.&lt;br /&gt;she told all her friends he was the best one yet.&lt;br /&gt;they talked every night and finally started dating.&lt;br /&gt;2 3 4 months and she kept on waiting&lt;br /&gt;for those three words every girl yearns to hear.&lt;br /&gt;one day while sitting under the stars &lt;br /&gt;those three words were finally said: "i love you, dear"&lt;br /&gt;5 6 7 months it was time for the next step.&lt;br /&gt;but secrets were hidden and being kept.&lt;br /&gt;the night it happened it was like a miracle&lt;br /&gt;over and over and over again but one day she felt sick &lt;br /&gt;and her body tried to fight it but it couldn't win.&lt;br /&gt;1 trip to the hospital was not a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;AIDS he said - now this relationship was no more fun.&lt;br /&gt;she yelled and screamed saying how could you do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;he said it shouldn't matter &lt;br /&gt;we love each each other. love has no fee.&lt;br /&gt;she couldnt stand what he did to her. &lt;br /&gt;it was over in a flash, there was no more him and her.&lt;br /&gt;but doing that didn't change the fact what he did to her.&lt;br /&gt;she was internally dying and nobody could save her.&lt;br /&gt;then one day her body couldn't take it; she was under the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;up in heaven with God where it no longer hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-4177037509721617796?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5081810124681833434</id><published>2008-07-10T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:52:07.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still In Love With You</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were my love, my life, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;your kisses so soft made my body tingle.&lt;br /&gt;that one day she said she still loved you&lt;br /&gt;you gave in without a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm here all alone &lt;br /&gt;with no one to talk to &lt;br /&gt;you were my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;we'd talk day and night &lt;br /&gt;and you would never know what i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;'are you over it?' you'd say&lt;br /&gt;i'd agree but in the back of my mind, &lt;br /&gt;not even close, baby.&lt;br /&gt;in my mind i'm thinking you're the one.&lt;br /&gt;but how am i in love &lt;br /&gt;with the one who's hurting me so bad?&lt;br /&gt;baby, i know you don't know this &lt;br /&gt;but i want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;that i still love you &lt;br /&gt;and in my heart i'll never let you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5081810124681833434?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5081810124681833434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=5081810124681833434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/5081810124681833434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/5081810124681833434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-in-love-with-you.html' title='Still In Love With You'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6741359666729314344</id><published>2008-07-10T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:49:05.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>by Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been together forever &lt;br /&gt;and that's how it's going to be &lt;br /&gt;until the day i die &lt;br /&gt;i will never forget &lt;br /&gt;all the good times we've had &lt;br /&gt;and the good times to come &lt;br /&gt;all the things we plan &lt;br /&gt;i hope they come true &lt;br /&gt;and to stay with you &lt;br /&gt;through my life &lt;br /&gt;through the ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;you''ll cry with me &lt;br /&gt;i'll cry with you,&lt;br /&gt;together forever we'll always be, &lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know &lt;br /&gt;you're the best friend &lt;br /&gt;anyone could ask for,&lt;br /&gt;and im glad to know &lt;br /&gt;that you're mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6741359666729314344?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6741359666729314344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6741359666729314344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6741359666729314344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6741359666729314344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-4845074234727162796</id><published>2008-07-10T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:47:16.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me?</title><content type='html'>by Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No friend called me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No boy looked at me with love,&lt;br /&gt;No parent gave me hugs and more...&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris found my journal,&lt;br /&gt;Nick found out my secret crush,&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan found my 'girl things...'&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may be hard for little me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet there are some who're harder,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give my truest smile...&lt;br /&gt;And forget about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-4845074234727162796?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/4845074234727162796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=4845074234727162796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/4845074234727162796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/4845074234727162796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-me.html' title='Why Me?'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-678588502288335554</id><published>2008-07-10T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:45:56.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>by Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad don't find me ever.&lt;br /&gt;Sister, brother, hears my voice;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they will never see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead am I who gave them help,&lt;br /&gt;For sorrow had surrounded me&lt;br /&gt;And gone from life is Lilly Junes&lt;br /&gt;Who was given no one's friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-678588502288335554?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/678588502288335554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=678588502288335554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/678588502288335554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/678588502288335554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-9027850477559923630</id><published>2008-07-10T21:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:45:03.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away Land</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:crazy.carli@hotmail.com"&gt;Carli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a far away land,&lt;br /&gt;was a rocking rock band,&lt;br /&gt;that would rock the night away.&lt;br /&gt;The band's not the story though,&lt;br /&gt;it's the far away land.&lt;br /&gt;This land is called Hollywood. &lt;br /&gt;You know, with the celebrities that are all tanned.&lt;br /&gt;They may sing, they may act...&lt;br /&gt;but there's one thing they all seem to lack.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they maybe famous, &lt;br /&gt;but they're missing something.&lt;br /&gt;It's practically a fact.&lt;br /&gt;What they're missing is a real life, &lt;br /&gt;real friends, a real home.&lt;br /&gt;All they've got is a far away land &lt;br /&gt;and a rocking rock band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-9027850477559923630?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/9027850477559923630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=9027850477559923630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/9027850477559923630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/9027850477559923630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/far-away-land.html' title='Far Away Land'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-153776910147010487</id><published>2008-07-10T21:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:43:10.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Feel the Same</title><content type='html'>by Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you &lt;br /&gt;I know I have to wait &lt;br /&gt;But god it's killing me &lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking though&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you care about? &lt;br /&gt;I know you say you care &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, &lt;br /&gt;I just do not know what to think &lt;br /&gt;I want to believe you, &lt;br /&gt;But you have to understand &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been hurt before &lt;br /&gt;and cannot bare it again &lt;br /&gt;Even if you do not feel as I do &lt;br /&gt;It will not change the plans &lt;br /&gt;I just need to know &lt;br /&gt;What I am getting into&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-153776910147010487?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/153776910147010487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=153776910147010487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/153776910147010487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/153776910147010487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-we-feel-same.html' title='Do We Feel the Same'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-6687970697659451021</id><published>2008-07-10T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:41:34.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar</title><content type='html'>by Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you.&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop, remember? &lt;br /&gt;You told me to meet you there&lt;br /&gt;and we would catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, that’s fine, people forget...&lt;br /&gt;of course. Some other time.&lt;br /&gt;Look, don’t change your plans.&lt;br /&gt;I have homework anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s Friday, but&lt;br /&gt;I might as well get it done while&lt;br /&gt;I have the time...yeah, it can wait &lt;br /&gt;until Sunday, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;At your cousin’s?&lt;br /&gt;Doing what?&lt;br /&gt;Really? You’re watching TV&lt;br /&gt;With her? Is she sick?&lt;br /&gt;Really sick? Then how come&lt;br /&gt;I can see you sitting in the lobby,&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with that other girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-6687970697659451021?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/6687970697659451021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=6687970697659451021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6687970697659451021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/6687970697659451021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/liar.html' title='Liar'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-7173264687545697191</id><published>2008-07-10T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:40:09.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mercury</title><content type='html'>by Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her Mercury, that summer day in June&lt;br /&gt;when I noticed her for the first time. She slid&lt;br /&gt;past my house on her scratched up taped up&lt;br /&gt;roller-blades like a silvery jet of fluid and waved&lt;br /&gt;hi to me as she cut clean through the butter-thick&lt;br /&gt;air. I swam in her chrysanthemum yellow peppered&lt;br /&gt;with sapphire dust floating on a rippling pond eyes&lt;br /&gt;when they met my own boring brown ones, framed by &lt;br /&gt;thick black raven hair that danced in the air like&lt;br /&gt;so many threads of spider’s silk. I never talked to that&lt;br /&gt;girl, not even when the moving trucks swallowed her &lt;br /&gt;boxes and furniture and eventually even herself whole,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I was just a shy little thing who hid behind&lt;br /&gt;the asteroid belt of my mom’s plaid curtains&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes peeped out to warm up a little&lt;br /&gt;in her far-off brilliance. ‘Cause she was the light&lt;br /&gt;of my universe and I was a black orb ostracized by &lt;br /&gt;the earth’s learned men as a superfluous addition to the&lt;br /&gt;Elite Eight. They think they know everything, &lt;br /&gt;but they don’t know this; the sun isn’t the center of our&lt;br /&gt;solar system¾she is. And even when Mercury moved&lt;br /&gt;away I still hid behind that asteroid belt, even though the&lt;br /&gt;orbital sometimes pushed me in front to bask in her distant &lt;br /&gt;glow. She wrapped me up tight in her quicksilver smile&lt;br /&gt;whenever she caught a glimpse of me, &lt;br /&gt;and pulled me, Pluto, back into the Milky Way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-7173264687545697191?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/7173264687545697191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=7173264687545697191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7173264687545697191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/7173264687545697191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mercury.html' title='My Mercury'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-1499803059131766332</id><published>2008-07-10T21:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:37:04.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Back</title><content type='html'>by Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, &lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have known the end.   &lt;br /&gt;I just ignored, &lt;br /&gt;The time wasted, &lt;br /&gt;The pathetic waiting. &lt;br /&gt;Clueless, I was to it. &lt;br /&gt;Chuckle at myself I did. &lt;br /&gt;And why could I not see? &lt;br /&gt;A Web of lies spinning before me,  &lt;br /&gt;Playing along. &lt;br /&gt;Positive it was a lie, &lt;br /&gt;When you said, you cared.  &lt;br /&gt;Wanting out too soon after. &lt;br /&gt;How stupid was I to fall &lt;br /&gt;on ground I knew would be hard&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not blame you &lt;br /&gt;Nor regret anything I said or did &lt;br /&gt;No anger and no sorrow, not anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;I unlike you never lied.&lt;br /&gt;I still stand by what I have said &lt;br /&gt;Just wish I would have been &lt;br /&gt;prepared for the fall. &lt;br /&gt;Judging the distance I had, &lt;br /&gt;there was no time to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;Honest I wish I could be, but even now, &lt;br /&gt;Holding back as I always do. &lt;br /&gt;Not wanting anyone to know &lt;br /&gt;Not wanting the concerned looks  &lt;br /&gt;Though thinking back, &lt;br /&gt;the fall was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1499803059131766332?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/1499803059131766332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=1499803059131766332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1499803059131766332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1499803059131766332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking Back'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-1697368876163294892</id><published>2008-07-10T21:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:35:04.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>by Tiyona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornadoes and hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches&lt;br /&gt;My heart has pain&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds rainy skies&lt;br /&gt;Pour down on puffy cheeks&lt;br /&gt;That say goodbye to a peaceful sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in my mind of turmoil,&lt;br /&gt;Someone spilled the oil that started the flame&lt;br /&gt;Internal sorrow, internal misery,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes close &lt;br /&gt;to the way I want things to be&lt;br /&gt;Raged filled veins &lt;br /&gt;contain an uncontainable amount of strain&lt;br /&gt;And send me down this drain of sadness&lt;br /&gt;As I drown my heart in the cries that I cry&lt;br /&gt;Continous withful thinking &lt;br /&gt;that time will speed up for the sake of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this world of selfishness and self gain&lt;br /&gt;In a world where everyone takes from me &lt;br /&gt;whatever they can obtain, and do cause they can.&lt;br /&gt;Cause they so willingly know &lt;br /&gt;that my hurt soul can't do a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in words that were never spoken &lt;br /&gt;to a man's heart, so that he might understand.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want him to leave cause I didn't know &lt;br /&gt;how to survive without him near me.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want him to leave because I didnt want &lt;br /&gt;to fight back the tears that fought back.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want him to go cause for so long &lt;br /&gt;I hated that I didn't know how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost is myself - I, me, &lt;br /&gt;as I stand in my desolated rapture alone&lt;br /&gt;Lost is how I'll stay until he comes &lt;br /&gt;and wipes these hollow tears from my face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1697368876163294892?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/1697368876163294892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=1697368876163294892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1697368876163294892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1697368876163294892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-5852206711808681724</id><published>2008-07-10T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:24:20.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weren't, Isn't, Won't</title><content type='html'>by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you weren't there to see me on stage,&lt;br /&gt;to give me flowers &lt;br /&gt;you just couldn't go for a couple of hours &lt;br /&gt;you're not here when i need you the most &lt;br /&gt;graduation right around the bend,&lt;br /&gt;will you be there then?&lt;br /&gt;you're killing yourself and you know it, &lt;br /&gt;but still you don't stop, &lt;br /&gt;when i see you like that it makes me wonder &lt;br /&gt;how much more time we have together, &lt;br /&gt;if not much, i'll treasure forever &lt;br /&gt;all the little moments we had when i was little, &lt;br /&gt;now you're stuck in the middle  &lt;br /&gt;with a choice of life without alcohol &lt;br /&gt;or one that will come to a certain death&lt;br /&gt;please make the right choice &lt;br /&gt;for the ones who love you the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-5852206711808681724?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/5852206711808681724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-1929882962840151497</id><published>2008-06-19T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:38:10.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You See?</title><content type='html'>by Lolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you see when you look at me? &lt;br /&gt;a bright brown eyed girl &lt;br /&gt;pretending to be happy and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;wishing her life wasn't turned upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you see when you look at me?&lt;br /&gt;a gang memeber with tattoos &lt;br /&gt;reppin her set where she came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you see when you look at me? &lt;br /&gt;a lost little girl missing her mommy, &lt;br /&gt;drying up the tears &lt;br /&gt;that ran down her face all night long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you see when you look at me &lt;br /&gt;bruises on my body where they're not supposed to be &lt;br /&gt;marks on my face making me not pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i see when i look at me &lt;br /&gt;a girl wanting out of this crazy ass misery &lt;br /&gt;a san jose representer wishin to be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-1929882962840151497?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/1929882962840151497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=1929882962840151497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1929882962840151497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489097289703573844/posts/default/1929882962840151497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-do-you-see.html' title='What Do You See?'/><author><name>Poetry4Teens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628335626019642946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk-o6crmWFQ/TjamYSTRVlI/AAAAAAAAACk/zf5EJxtzvsM/s220/Chrysanthemum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489097289703573844.post-807242868142269667</id><published>2008-06-17T21:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:17:34.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Said</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="mailto:dance_lik_a_heart_attack@hotmail.com"&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you would be there for me, &lt;br /&gt;Through good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;I see that isn't true anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You blamed me since it started.&lt;br /&gt;You said it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;The past two years have been a lie&lt;br /&gt;You said you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;You said you cared.&lt;br /&gt;You said I'm not the same woman &lt;br /&gt;You fell in love with, &lt;br /&gt;That shouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me you would have stayed, &lt;br /&gt;You would have tried to make this work&lt;br /&gt;You said you would be there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489097289703573844-807242868142269667?l=links4teens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://links4teens.blogspot.com/feeds/807242868142269667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489097289703573844&amp;postID=807242868142269667' title='0 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