<?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-21510243</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:37:31.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz's Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114550501599399830</id><published>2006-04-19T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:50:16.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new poems</title><content type='html'>Prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain dead&lt;br /&gt;No remorse&lt;br /&gt;No emotion shown anymore&lt;br /&gt;Lies and steals things&lt;br /&gt;Problems with his father caused it&lt;br /&gt;He learned how to do it when he was young&lt;br /&gt;He can’t be cured&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will be a wake up call,&lt;br /&gt;To make his new home a cell.&lt;br /&gt;A scary place to be,&lt;br /&gt;With gangs and violence.&lt;br /&gt;But what other choice is there,&lt;br /&gt;When every other option has failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baracuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the orange rock&lt;br /&gt;A greedy confused pineapple&lt;br /&gt;on an adventure called life.&lt;br /&gt;Traveling to the milky way&lt;br /&gt;meets a baracuda&lt;br /&gt;Falls into its pool&lt;br /&gt;A  drooling baracuda licking its lips&lt;br /&gt;A shivering scared pineapple&lt;br /&gt;fur and juces flying around&lt;br /&gt;the baracuda goes back to sunning himself,&lt;br /&gt;full and happy.&lt;br /&gt;the pineapple is no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114550501599399830?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114550501599399830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114550501599399830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114550501599399830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114550501599399830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-poems.html' title='new poems'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114541171481010845</id><published>2006-04-18T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:55:14.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicornville</title><content type='html'>Unicornville is a place were us unicorns live. Its were we roam free with our own kind.  Located in never-neverland just before you get to dragon valley, ya take a right, pass though elf land and it's the 5th medow on the right. we have purple houses with silver trim.  We are not all white either.  some look like fire, the earth, or the great lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to Fay for helping me )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114541171481010845?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114541171481010845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114541171481010845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114541171481010845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114541171481010845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/04/unicornville.html' title='Unicornville'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114541082966914491</id><published>2006-04-18T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:40:29.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>“Choices”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it between us?&lt;br /&gt;If not love than what?&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers&lt;br /&gt;You finally admit that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;That you can go this way.&lt;br /&gt;You want to love me I see it in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m taken.&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much&lt;br /&gt;I could never hurt him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to decide&lt;br /&gt;I look in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I think of the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you both equally,&lt;br /&gt;But who would fit better?&lt;br /&gt;It is something I must debate,&lt;br /&gt;It is not to be taken lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be the easier choice&lt;br /&gt;The one that would keep my life the same.&lt;br /&gt;He understands&lt;br /&gt;We could get married and have kids someday&lt;br /&gt;My family will except him&lt;br /&gt;We can hold hands and no one will stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would change my life,&lt;br /&gt;It would cause a mess neither of us want.&lt;br /&gt;Our families wouldn’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;And we would have to tell them at a point.&lt;br /&gt;It would be more difficult to have a family of our own.&lt;br /&gt;People would stare if we held hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet my needs,&lt;br /&gt;How he can not.&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to go the ends of the Earth,&lt;br /&gt;And spend every bit of time with me.&lt;br /&gt;He is not always so willing,&lt;br /&gt;But he really cares and loves me.&lt;br /&gt;He is causous and planed,&lt;br /&gt;While you are brave and spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d give you both the shirt off my back,&lt;br /&gt;And anything else you needed.&lt;br /&gt;Neither is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Each has flaws.&lt;br /&gt;And if I I follow my heart, I’ll be forever confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are right,&lt;br /&gt;I could be happy either way.&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be with him instead of you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you,&lt;br /&gt;You are forever in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My friend, my lover, my sister-&lt;br /&gt;The one who is there when no ONE else is!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114541082966914491?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114541082966914491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114541082966914491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114541082966914491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114541082966914491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/04/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114428661466638728</id><published>2006-04-05T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:35:29.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>A new life&lt;br /&gt;I push the gass peddal&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;We are stuck&lt;br /&gt;Is she a ghost i ask?&lt;br /&gt;13 curves-the deadly highway&lt;br /&gt;That is where we are&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda scared&lt;br /&gt;The hair on the back of my neck rises,&lt;br /&gt;I start to sweat,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been at a site of a real haunting.&lt;br /&gt;What will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom's representation&lt;br /&gt;I've never been there,&lt;br /&gt;But I hope to someday.&lt;br /&gt;Its not been the same since 2001,&lt;br /&gt;When planes crashed into the world trade center-&lt;br /&gt;Hours later crumble down.&lt;br /&gt;so much compassion the world has ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;Was poured out.&lt;br /&gt;They thought they would cause disaster,&lt;br /&gt;But how wrong they were!&lt;br /&gt;We became more united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to go out into the world&lt;br /&gt;My unforseen future&lt;br /&gt;Studing and taking tests are all i know&lt;br /&gt;It has consumed me&lt;br /&gt;Staying up late and getting up early&lt;br /&gt;What if i can't get a job?&lt;br /&gt;Some are presecuted,&lt;br /&gt;Just for their faith.&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers&lt;br /&gt;You are forever in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The one who is there when no one else is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114428661466638728?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114428661466638728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114428661466638728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114428661466638728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114428661466638728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114428606004999986</id><published>2006-04-05T19:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:19:08.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Magnetic Poems-I think I'm addicted</title><content type='html'>spare with nothing&lt;br /&gt;light wind&lt;br /&gt;western hills&lt;br /&gt;writing sweetly&lt;br /&gt;fly low and with sight&lt;br /&gt;voices can not be shouted&lt;br /&gt;When herd a letter&lt;br /&gt;Compares sleep&lt;br /&gt;And rhyming&lt;br /&gt;Come but morning skies&lt;br /&gt;apears sheep growing sweaters&lt;br /&gt;dews covered the heart&lt;br /&gt;LaUGHING to death&lt;br /&gt;written breath plays&lt;br /&gt;if of surprise is else sun&lt;br /&gt;becides me little rhymes of us&lt;br /&gt;Bed until verse fades&lt;br /&gt;Day arise yet lines&lt;br /&gt;Above her home&lt;br /&gt;the beast rests&lt;br /&gt;still everynight&lt;br /&gt;leaped away birds&lt;br /&gt;leave echoed sonnet&lt;br /&gt;green things by them&lt;br /&gt;were okay gone&lt;br /&gt;my one love&lt;br /&gt;his life to mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Kitten Fly”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron face&lt;br /&gt;Abnormal whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;Weak machine&lt;br /&gt;Soft silk button&lt;br /&gt;Whirling it down&lt;br /&gt;Chewing vacuum&lt;br /&gt;Her scorching uncleanness stands out&lt;br /&gt;The ever elegance leaves sense&lt;br /&gt;Mean time quiet&lt;br /&gt;Dragging the sparrow in brow&lt;br /&gt;Lost tremors wake soft oak&lt;br /&gt;Talking vainly&lt;br /&gt;The unreachable soaked abyss&lt;br /&gt;Makes arms into cats of ledger&lt;br /&gt;Glow pass ring&lt;br /&gt;Falls with drum beats&lt;br /&gt;Within the supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Intrepid conflict&lt;br /&gt;Sink full of good&lt;br /&gt;No moment gone complete&lt;br /&gt;Push worm dies&lt;br /&gt;Only animal corpses here&lt;br /&gt;A soda can breaks the chain&lt;br /&gt;Zeal of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Wet movement occurs&lt;br /&gt;Tough to behold&lt;br /&gt;The deepest burn scares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are so fun to do and i have found 3 or 4 sites that have magnetic poems.  It is so much fun to do when you are bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114428606004999986?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114428606004999986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114428606004999986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114428606004999986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114428606004999986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-magnetic-poems-i-think-im.html' title='More Magnetic Poems-I think I&apos;m addicted'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114378499520383158</id><published>2006-03-31T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:03:15.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Essay</title><content type='html'>Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how friendships work?  I mean how do two completely different people create a bond and a pack with each other?  It is something so deep it is hard to explain. You get so emotionally attached to the person, who, you call a friend.   In the beginning you start things off slow then you grow together. This is the person who knows you so well. You can call them at 3 a.m.  just to talk and neither of you care.  You are like siblings and incepterable.  You would give your life for this person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is the person you talk to about everything. The good and the bad.  The happy and the sad.  You share your wants, needs, and goals. Nothing is out of bounds.   You listen to their problems, wipe their tears, and hold their hand when they are scared at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder why a friend is who picks you up after you fall? It is them who shows you compassion and is there no matter what. It is the friend who tells you they have your back no matter what.  They just seem there when you need them. To hold your hand, to give you a hug, and wipe away your tears. They don’t have to say a thing, just for them to be listen to all the sorrows of your heart is enough. But they do offer you advice and words of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, we all make mistakes.  No matter how close or how long you have been friends, there are times when you will not agree or things may be misinterpreted.  It may lead to an argument where hurtful things could and probbly will be said.  The best thing to do is to cool down, take a deep breath, and seek your friend out.   Tell him or her, what is going on and what you really meant.   Don’t let things be left hanging for too long. It can mess everything up.  It will destroy the beautiful bond created between you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends teach you how to forgive.  Basically when a friend hurts you, you have two choices with how to respond to the hurt. Choice A- don’t forgive the friend and end your friendship. But you must ask your self if it is really worth it.   Choices B- whole heartily forgive them and keep the friendship. Most friends Choose B nine times out of ten.   A true friend would rather forgive than lose a precious friend. They would rather forgive and forget. They wipe the slate clean like the rain in spring that washes away the impurities in life. They don’t count the number of times they have been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends can change your mood. They can cheer you up, tell you jokes, get you to smile, and make you laugh, even when you are very depressed. And if you really don’t cheer up they are still there to listen.  If you don’t want to talk, they will sit with you just so you won’t feel alone. In silence compassionately hugging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what or who you are to your friend you are you!  A friend should accept you for who you are. They should not judge you. They should be some one who you can be around and take off all the masks.  With this person you no longer have to hide your inner soul and you can be whole. You can let your cool and crazy self out. You are not made fun of or thought to be strange. You are allowed to have fun. And most importantly you are allowed to be you-plain and simple as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114378499520383158?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114378499520383158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114378499520383158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114378499520383158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114378499520383158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-essay.html' title='My Essay'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114317755370143133</id><published>2006-03-23T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:19:14.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some ramdomness</title><content type='html'>here are some really cool songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One pure and holy Passion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one pure and holy passion&lt;br /&gt;Give me one magnificent obsession&lt;br /&gt;Give me one glorious ambition for my life&lt;br /&gt;To know and follow hard after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know and follow hard after you&lt;br /&gt;To grow as your diciple in your truth&lt;br /&gt;This world is empty, pale and poor&lt;br /&gt;Compared to knowing you my lord&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on, and i will run after you&lt;br /&gt;lead me on and i will run after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Above All"&lt;br /&gt;Above all powers&lt;br /&gt;Above all things&lt;br /&gt;Above all nature and all created things&lt;br /&gt;Above all wisdom and all the ways of man&lt;br /&gt;You were here before the world began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;Above all thrones&lt;br /&gt;Above all wonders the world has ever known&lt;br /&gt;Above all wealth and treasures of the earth&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to measure what You're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crufied&lt;br /&gt;Laid behind the stone&lt;br /&gt;You lived to die&lt;br /&gt;Rejected and alone&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You took the fall&lt;br /&gt;And thought of me&lt;br /&gt;Above all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Song&lt;br /&gt; by Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit funny this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those who can easily hide&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much money but boy if I did&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live&lt;br /&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again, no&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much but it's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114317755370143133?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114317755370143133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114317755370143133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114317755370143133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114317755370143133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-ramdomness.html' title='some ramdomness'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114317395118378638</id><published>2006-03-23T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:19:11.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>A recipe for Friendship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the heater to 60* F&lt;br /&gt;Add lots of laughter&lt;br /&gt;A box of Kleenex&lt;br /&gt;A couple of thorns&lt;br /&gt;A heap of tears&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;Several good jokes&lt;br /&gt;A good listener&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to be cried on&lt;br /&gt;Good sincere advice&lt;br /&gt;A gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;To know just what to do to make the other person feel just right&lt;br /&gt;A ton of understanding&lt;br /&gt;An ounce of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Now add them all in a big pot and let it boil&lt;br /&gt;This will lead to a good friendship for 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is happy&lt;br /&gt;In a sunny place&lt;br /&gt;It is like heaven&lt;br /&gt;It falls in love with its best friend&lt;br /&gt;Always laughs&lt;br /&gt;Forgives all sins&lt;br /&gt;Shows compassion&lt;br /&gt;Dosen’t count the number of times,&lt;br /&gt;It has been wronged.&lt;br /&gt;Accepts openly&lt;br /&gt;Is willing to give help with out being asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a heart:&lt;br /&gt;It can be rough, cracked, or broken,&lt;br /&gt;But it still cares.&lt;br /&gt;Feels warm like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Feels cool like the sea&lt;br /&gt;Tastes like coffee,&lt;br /&gt;And is good till the last drop.&lt;br /&gt;Smells like after the first spring rain&lt;br /&gt;Hard as steal&lt;br /&gt;Tough as nails&lt;br /&gt;Fragile at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can rid you of an unwanted boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Visits you when you are sick&lt;br /&gt;Combats depression&lt;br /&gt;May be used as that pick me up drug&lt;br /&gt;Useful when you need an extra hand&lt;br /&gt;Good for kicking your ass&lt;br /&gt;Is used to tell time&lt;br /&gt;Helps you study&lt;br /&gt;Good for having fun&lt;br /&gt;To dry up your tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114317395118378638?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114317395118378638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114317395118378638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114317395118378638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114317395118378638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114288003756638544</id><published>2006-03-20T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:40:37.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My try at magnetic poetry</title><content type='html'>Banana, apple&lt;br /&gt;Hates technology&lt;br /&gt;Notes give advice&lt;br /&gt;The slippery mountain excites,&lt;br /&gt;And enrages.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible rules against me&lt;br /&gt;She explodes your trash&lt;br /&gt;The dump takes away pounds&lt;br /&gt;Terribly intense love&lt;br /&gt;The dog bites&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful world to belong in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in wonderland&lt;br /&gt;A mocked tea party&lt;br /&gt;Reading books at the library&lt;br /&gt;The school walks&lt;br /&gt;Turtle drink&lt;br /&gt;The hare and some sheep&lt;br /&gt;See the cool country&lt;br /&gt;Run, shrink, weep&lt;br /&gt;Hearts cry and scream of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Mighty love&lt;br /&gt;A gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;Sleep apart&lt;br /&gt;This heart must suffer&lt;br /&gt;Weary, gray-darkness’s slave&lt;br /&gt;Show sweet beauty&lt;br /&gt;Night dust&lt;br /&gt;A jealous season&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114288003756638544?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114248053956439238</id><published>2006-03-15T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:42:19.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>these explain so much</title><content type='html'>Blame&lt;br /&gt;I was just trying to be me. &lt;br /&gt;I was not trying to take him from u&lt;br /&gt;Or hit on you. &lt;br /&gt;And I’m sorry if that’s how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Can't we all get along?&lt;br /&gt;What about when we all celebrated our friendship-&lt;br /&gt; It was suppose to be forever&lt;br /&gt;Can't u just forgive and forget?&lt;br /&gt;Just move on&lt;br /&gt;In the scheme of things it doesn’t really matter&lt;br /&gt;You should have come to me&lt;br /&gt;I'd have explained and undone the hurt&lt;br /&gt;But u let it be carried on till destruction explodes&lt;br /&gt;I sit and a river flows&lt;br /&gt;Do I write or do I let it all implode&lt;br /&gt;Do I choose to confront you, even though it might mean disaster?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;You both are my friends&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose u&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to under stand&lt;br /&gt;To accept me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do these stupid things?&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself and I don't even try&lt;br /&gt;I struggle everyday with acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to except the real me,&lt;br /&gt;That only a few see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I hide deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Has a face that isn't mine&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I am,&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't cower in fear&lt;br /&gt;She lets the truth show clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird in my own skin&lt;br /&gt;I’m dying to let my secrete out,&lt;br /&gt;But I must hide it,&lt;br /&gt;Because some wouldn’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it’s so hard&lt;br /&gt;To be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face turns red&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall&lt;br /&gt;I’m so embarrassed about how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I want to let it all out&lt;br /&gt;But I have to hold back,&lt;br /&gt;Or I will make more uncomfortable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114248053956439238?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114248053956439238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114248053956439238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114248053956439238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114248053956439238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/these-explain-so-much.html' title='these explain so much'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114214282250666004</id><published>2006-03-11T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:53:42.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Book</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading this book last week as part of my college campus’s reading program, where a group of students and staff meet and discus the book.  The first meeting went well, but we had to read the book out loud so I wouldn’t be lost, seeing as I didn’t get a copy till the first meeting. Now back to the book.  It’s about a professor whose dying and he tells his students right away that fact. It’s written from the point of view of one of Morrie’s students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114214282250666004?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114214282250666004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114214282250666004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114214282250666004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114214282250666004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-book.html' title='A New Book'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114214277592436900</id><published>2006-03-11T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:52:55.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>I can’t believe what happened&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to see your face,&lt;br /&gt;Or hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to avoid you&lt;br /&gt;To pretend you no longer exist&lt;br /&gt;You offer to give me a ride&lt;br /&gt;I would rather die&lt;br /&gt;I think you will start trouble&lt;br /&gt;But we get to where we are going&lt;br /&gt;I sit next to you,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to,&lt;br /&gt;It just ended up like this.&lt;br /&gt;I give you a hug before lunch&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t think it means much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Then the tears fall&lt;br /&gt;Its really a hombling experience&lt;br /&gt;You give me a hug&lt;br /&gt;As I wet your shirt with my river of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you how I made you feel about 4 months prior&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you and I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know the feelings inside me&lt;br /&gt;We forgive each other&lt;br /&gt;Our burdens our lifted&lt;br /&gt;No longer carring the grudges hidden inside&lt;br /&gt;For so very long&lt;br /&gt;Its time to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship may not continue&lt;br /&gt;But we can no longer hurt&lt;br /&gt;It will take a long time to rebuild the bond&lt;br /&gt;That wonce was so strong&lt;br /&gt;It’s all Gods doing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114214277592436900?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114214277592436900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114214277592436900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114214277592436900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114214277592436900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114195709965374699</id><published>2006-03-09T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:19:01.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Seduction</title><content type='html'>I’m burning up&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m green around the gills&lt;br /&gt;I fight the erge to cry and then pass out&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep-so tired&lt;br /&gt;My head keeps getting lower and lower to the desk&lt;br /&gt;I’m not done till seven tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep&lt;br /&gt;Seeing blood just might make me vomit&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be no help and they’ll be pissed&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m sick-maybe it’s the flu&lt;br /&gt;If I shut my eyes I’ll sleep for hours&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll just stop and rest&lt;br /&gt;For a few&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is calling me-&lt;br /&gt;Saying you need me, you want me&lt;br /&gt;Come on just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For not very long&lt;br /&gt;I feel so weak&lt;br /&gt;What do I seak?&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;My head goes thump, thump&lt;br /&gt;Everything sounds so far away&lt;br /&gt;I can’t fight it much longer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114195709965374699?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114195709965374699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114195709965374699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114195709965374699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114195709965374699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-seduction.html' title='Sick Seduction'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114170213546843861</id><published>2006-03-06T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:28:55.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Clean</title><content type='html'>A pure heart in an alder swamp&lt;br /&gt;A bunsun burner for sterilizing&lt;br /&gt;To get everything bad out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it comes now to sun and romp&lt;br /&gt;Placing an adequate amount of stress&lt;br /&gt;To grow interesting things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As near a paradice as it can be&lt;br /&gt;Inital pain can be easily justified&lt;br /&gt;Making the truth be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not melt snow or start a dorment fire&lt;br /&gt;If too thin it will fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Make it pretty like a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lifts exsistance on a plane of snow&lt;br /&gt;Moisten a swab and pass it through&lt;br /&gt;To rid of all the dew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114170213546843861?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114170213546843861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114170213546843861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114170213546843861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114170213546843861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/coming-clean.html' title='Coming Clean'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114161485835616665</id><published>2006-03-05T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:42:50.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Magellan"  by: Geroge Bilgere</title><content type='html'>When a beautiful women lies down&lt;br /&gt;On her brown belly, on her pink towel,&lt;br /&gt;And reaches back and behind to preform&lt;br /&gt;That curious legerdemain where by&lt;br /&gt;Her dazzeling white&lt;br /&gt;Bikini top is undone&lt;br /&gt;And she streches out under the sun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue watching the beakers&lt;br /&gt;Stagger to their knees and listen&lt;br /&gt;To the gulls work through&lt;br /&gt;Their chronic desolation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, for some reason&lt;br /&gt;Of my mother, struggling&lt;br /&gt;Into the cross-stiched straightjacket&lt;br /&gt;Of her girdle&lt;br /&gt;Before a night out with my father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think of the boundless&lt;br /&gt;Surge and heave of the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Swollen and unfettered&lt;br /&gt;Before any man, crazed&lt;br /&gt;By indifferent beauty, raised&lt;br /&gt;White sails to cup&lt;br /&gt;The wind's breasts&lt;br /&gt;And girdle the globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~this poem I found on page 21 of &lt;em&gt;The Autum House Anthology of Contemptary American&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Poetry.&lt;/em&gt;  This poem decribes the setting well.  It is about a guy who's at the beach and he happens to see a women who is topless sunning her self. And there are sea gulls which somehow remind him of his mother. then he goes on to decribe the ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114161485835616665?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114161485835616665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114161485835616665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114161485835616665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114161485835616665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/magellan-by-geroge-bilgere.html' title='&quot;Magellan&quot;  by: Geroge Bilgere'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114134527786168504</id><published>2006-03-02T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:11:22.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My creative Juices are flowing.......</title><content type='html'>is there some thing in the water ?  i don't know, but it makes me wonder with how creative i've been.  Every day  i write one or more poems lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frezze you to Death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow, sleet, and rain&lt;br /&gt;Some where between 32* and -40*&lt;br /&gt;A blizard outside&lt;br /&gt;Lots of wind&lt;br /&gt;A walk in frezzer,&lt;br /&gt;Right away you stick to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;You shiver and shake,&lt;br /&gt;Till you can't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Your body goes numb&lt;br /&gt;Frostbite sets in&lt;br /&gt;The tissue turns a blueish-grey&lt;br /&gt;Then it starts to peal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dinner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in a line thats very long&lt;br /&gt;Both of us start to complain&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long day and we are starving&lt;br /&gt;We get to the teller and slide the card&lt;br /&gt;Its a thing we do three times a day&lt;br /&gt;We go down stairs and pic a line&lt;br /&gt;It's ribs again-little burnt peices of meat,&lt;br /&gt;Barely any of it is eatable.&lt;br /&gt;Potattoe squares and peas&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milk in cartoons&lt;br /&gt;We get a round table all to our selves&lt;br /&gt;Chiped paint&lt;br /&gt;A dirty floor&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable chairs&lt;br /&gt;Dark and secluded&lt;br /&gt;No one else is around&lt;br /&gt;We talk for hours it seems&lt;br /&gt;Then take our trays up&lt;br /&gt;Put our silver ware in that special place&lt;br /&gt;Throw away garbage&lt;br /&gt;Then up the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;Back to our rooms we go .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Dusty Road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of no where&lt;br /&gt;Dust is in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And it stings them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But i'm sick of  this life&lt;br /&gt;Do i  just break into this bar,&lt;br /&gt;And drink till i pass out?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to forget the pain&lt;br /&gt;Everything's here i need to do the deed&lt;br /&gt;There are ropes&lt;br /&gt;Tables with glasses laid out on them,&lt;br /&gt;Left over from earlier.&lt;br /&gt;But what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to do it&lt;br /&gt;Do i take the plunge?&lt;br /&gt;Do i be so selfish,&lt;br /&gt;Or do i such it up and take this like a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Destroy this Place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the demon lives&lt;br /&gt;An old friend of mine hides&lt;br /&gt;we used to be so close&lt;br /&gt;But then he took her soul&lt;br /&gt;And he turned her evil&lt;br /&gt;Deception now follows her everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Destroying everything she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to burn up his hole,&lt;br /&gt;To get rid of the disaster,&lt;br /&gt;And Drama caused.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for her,&lt;br /&gt;But he needs to go before he takes another!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114134527786168504?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114134527786168504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114134527786168504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114134527786168504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114134527786168504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-creative-juices-are-flowing.html' title='My creative Juices are flowing.......'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114101054049686755</id><published>2006-02-26T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:22:20.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop poems</title><content type='html'>a workshop for those of you who do not know is were you collect some of your peices and share them.  In my case with my creative writing class where students take them home write suggestions and i get them back the next class.  I used some of the sugestions and am reposting the poems below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lost”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost is not knowing where you are&lt;br /&gt;Not because I want to control you,&lt;br /&gt;But because I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when I need you most,&lt;br /&gt;And you are no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;You have not been seen for hours&lt;br /&gt;Are you lying hurt some where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;My Lungs are on fire&lt;br /&gt;No air coming in&lt;br /&gt;My hearts ripped out&lt;br /&gt;I’m crushed to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Barely breathing,&lt;br /&gt;Pumping blood every where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Trouble”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is in so much trouble&lt;br /&gt;Lying, stealing, threatening kids with knifes&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer doing work&lt;br /&gt;Nothing phases him anymore&lt;br /&gt;He’s too young to go down this road&lt;br /&gt;It tears a hole in me,&lt;br /&gt;And pangs my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so over whelming&lt;br /&gt;And stressful to be home&lt;br /&gt;Where I have to hide my money&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for out bursts&lt;br /&gt;Tell him not to do that-12 million times.&lt;br /&gt;He’ll never listen,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never be able to help&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lost cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just about ready to give up,&lt;br /&gt;But something in my heart pulls.&lt;br /&gt;And some how I carry on with hope,&lt;br /&gt;That he’ll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;He won’t end up in jail or beat up&lt;br /&gt;And he’ll actually graduate high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Effect”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief consumes me!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel pain for the friend I lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad at her, for leaving me,&lt;br /&gt;Like it was her fault&lt;br /&gt;We could have been such close friends&lt;br /&gt;Tears just want to fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself nothing's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't affect me,&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is I'm so deeply affected&lt;br /&gt; Even I don't realize how deep this goes.&lt;br /&gt;Tears just want to fall when I'm alone at night,&lt;br /&gt;I fight to keep them back&lt;br /&gt;It's a never ending battle.&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous moments of sadness&lt;br /&gt;I can taste vomit in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;When will it all go away?&lt;br /&gt; I still look for you,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I know you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;Just making sure it wasn't a dream&lt;br /&gt;I want to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Just want some closure&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't and you won't and I realize that.&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone and I finally admit that&lt;br /&gt;My heartaches so bad now&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is broken,&lt;br /&gt;Torn out,&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away,&lt;br /&gt;And is never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Complicated Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;You are my heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;When we are together the world could explode,&lt;br /&gt;And I really would not care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love started with just one innocent kiss,&lt;br /&gt;And from there its only grown.&lt;br /&gt;We have shared so much,&lt;br /&gt;Just you and I.&lt;br /&gt;I can't count the number of times;&lt;br /&gt;You have dropped everything,&lt;br /&gt;To be with me.&lt;br /&gt;To listen and give advice,&lt;br /&gt;And dry every single tear.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you are involved with some one else-&lt;br /&gt;Hurts deep down inside!!&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't leave him,&lt;br /&gt;But if you did it would make my life,&lt;br /&gt;So much easier!!&lt;br /&gt;But then again we would have to tell everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Our deep down secrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in denial still&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disgusted at myself&lt;br /&gt;You are not who I’m suppose to love&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to love some sweet guy,&lt;br /&gt;Not some one just like me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I want and is it right?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be completely numb,&lt;br /&gt;Or never feel again.&lt;br /&gt;This is so hard to deal with&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ve thought about it before,&lt;br /&gt;But for it to actually happen is something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114101054049686755?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114101054049686755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114101054049686755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114101054049686755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114101054049686755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/workshop-poems.html' title='Workshop poems'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114092991909950913</id><published>2006-02-25T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:40:53.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update on my computer</title><content type='html'>my computer is back with me and all fixed. so i will be able to continue writing and posting.    And if i learned one thing over break its that when your alone and you have no destractions, you can be very creative, as i have deffenetly been.  As soon as I can tpye them up,  they will be posted, along with poems i have redone and a story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114092991909950913?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114092991909950913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114092991909950913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114092991909950913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114092991909950913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-on-my-computer.html' title='update on my computer'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114065182132964673</id><published>2006-02-22T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:43:41.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New poems</title><content type='html'>~ this first poem sumarizes last weekend and each stanza is a day. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Wonderful Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, happy, content&lt;br /&gt;Lots of hugs&lt;br /&gt;A long talk and I don’t remember much&lt;br /&gt;Seeing pictures of people I haven’t met&lt;br /&gt;Food and friends&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning cages and walking dogs&lt;br /&gt;Class flew by&lt;br /&gt;Been up 32 hours&lt;br /&gt;Smiling for the camera as my picture was taken&lt;br /&gt;A forgotten Valentines Day gift, I was given&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to not speak about my poems&lt;br /&gt;I slept for a few hours&lt;br /&gt;Ate an awesome Chinese dinner&lt;br /&gt;Just chilling with my friends&lt;br /&gt;Posing for pictures&lt;br /&gt;Uploading photos&lt;br /&gt;Three pieces of cake-&lt;br /&gt;One for the past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of laughter and craziness&lt;br /&gt;Then we all crashed for the night,&lt;br /&gt;9 hours of sleep after being up 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding rats, mice, gerbils, and bunnies&lt;br /&gt;Folding towels and putting away dishes&lt;br /&gt;Eating brunch at Chaney&lt;br /&gt;Being silly&lt;br /&gt;Acting goofy&lt;br /&gt;Almost 8 p.m. and no dinner yet&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one who admitted she was hungry&lt;br /&gt;Buying pizza with my sister&lt;br /&gt;Driving threw Canton late at night&lt;br /&gt;The bus”caught on fire”,&lt;br /&gt;The pizza burnt,&lt;br /&gt;But we ate it any way.&lt;br /&gt;Having so much fun,&lt;br /&gt;And never wanting to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Even though we know its Cuming.&lt;br /&gt;She went in and he came out,&lt;br /&gt;Then they passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us left&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to my room&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chaney&lt;br /&gt;Ate brunch&lt;br /&gt;Gone to church&lt;br /&gt;Said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;And tried so hard not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;We will miss each other,&lt;br /&gt;But we still are 5 friends,&lt;br /&gt;With one heart,&lt;br /&gt;Together forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~this next one was writen after a walk into town~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a car-&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone home last night&lt;br /&gt;It would be taken care of already&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t of had to walk,&lt;br /&gt;In the freezing cold and snow,&lt;br /&gt;And  not even get what I was after.&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps in the snow,&lt;br /&gt;One set going forward and one going back,&lt;br /&gt;At some point they mesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn’t have taken me 4 hours,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t have gotten so cold&lt;br /&gt;My toes wouldn’t have been frozen,&lt;br /&gt;Or ankles numb.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how close,I got to the destination&lt;br /&gt;It still seemed further away&lt;br /&gt;A long road I was on,&lt;br /&gt;But I was desprite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114065182132964673?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114065182132964673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114065182132964673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114065182132964673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114065182132964673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-poems.html' title='New poems'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-114063620602817932</id><published>2006-02-22T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:23:26.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case</title><content type='html'>just so  you all know, if i'm not on for a while its because my computer desided to die and it had to be sent into toshiba for repairs so i will have to borrow a friends computer or use one at the libary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-114063620602817932?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/114063620602817932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=114063620602817932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114063620602817932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/114063620602817932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113980210639632059</id><published>2006-02-12T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:35:58.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is something i just wrote after an hour of writingin my note book. And currently it doesn't have a title but i'm open to sugestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is in so much trouble&lt;br /&gt;Lying, stealing, threatening kids with knifes&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;No longer doing work&lt;br /&gt;Nothing phases him any more&lt;br /&gt;He's going to court for lying&lt;br /&gt;He's too young to be heading down this road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tears a hole in me,&lt;br /&gt;And pangs my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's so over whelming,&lt;br /&gt;And stressful to be home&lt;br /&gt;Where i have to hide my money&lt;br /&gt;Before it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for his out bursts&lt;br /&gt;Tell  him not to do that&lt;br /&gt;12 million times&lt;br /&gt;He'll never listen,&lt;br /&gt;And i'll never be able to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;I'm about ready to just give up,&lt;br /&gt;But something in my heart pulls&lt;br /&gt;and some how i carry on with hope,&lt;br /&gt;that he will be oh k&lt;br /&gt;He won't end up in jail or beat up,&lt;br /&gt;And he'll actully gradute high schhol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113980210639632059?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113980210639632059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113980210639632059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113980210639632059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113980210639632059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-something-i-just-wrote-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113969095187225485</id><published>2006-02-11T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:49:11.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bystander Steps in</title><content type='html'>His name was Jake and he was the kind who would stand up for himself and wouldn't take crap from anyone.  He would follow his heart no matter what happened. He took what life threw at him and valued his friendships. He never took a day for granted. Jake's girlfriends were cherished, respected, and taken care of. They always came first even when he wasn't with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Jake was in his dorm, talking on the pay phone to his girlfriend, as a quarell broke out.  Jake herd some guy yell,"You cheated onme, you fucked Alen!!!"  Jake quickly told his girlfriend he had to go and he loved her, his swetty.  Then Jake saw this guy coming up the stairs stomping his feet.  Jake had no clue who the guy was or if he was the onewho said those very hurtful things.  Next the pissed off dude slamed the pay phone a dozen times and punched the wall  right above Jakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake grabed the kids arm before the second blow and told the kid they needed to talk.   Jake told him to just tell the girl how he felt and cut out all the violence, cause it wouldn't get him any ware but a jail cell. Jake also told the kid to just relax, take a deep breath, and think about what you want. After their short conversation the kid wondered off, and Jake never knew his name or the effects of his words on the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jake saw the girl come up the stairs, with tear stained cheecks, he knew she must have been involved. He looked in to her eyes, shook her hand and gave her a hug. He told her he wouldn't mind talking to her if she needed a friend. Jake also apoligized for her boyfriend and the hurt he had caused. He would have said more but he realized he had forgotten to feed his cat, merlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake got merlin for his 17th birthday. He didn't always understand Merlin's point of veiw, but he loved him enough to give his life for his persious kitty.  When jake reached his room Merlin was waiting for him whining at his food bowel. As Jake poured the food he apoligized for being late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113969095187225485?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113969095187225485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113969095187225485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113969095187225485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113969095187225485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/bystander-steps-in.html' title='A Bystander Steps in'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113933792799813711</id><published>2006-02-07T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:19:40.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY THERAPY</title><content type='html'>I hate this &lt;br /&gt;It does not represent me&lt;br /&gt;It’s not mine&lt;br /&gt;I’m so better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my gift from God&lt;br /&gt;And I cherish it&lt;br /&gt;It’s my therapy&lt;br /&gt;My way of getting out my feelings&lt;br /&gt;It means something to me&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul and heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem with out my feelings isn’t mine&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want anything to do with it&lt;br /&gt;It might as well be thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Or burned at the stake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113933792799813711?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113933792799813711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113933792799813711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113933792799813711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113933792799813711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-therapy.html' title='MY THERAPY'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113919503310979041</id><published>2006-02-05T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:51:12.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagery</title><content type='html'>I found the following poem and it has lots of imagery.  I can see every thing that happens in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I See a Lilly on Thy Brow" by Dean Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 1816 and you gash your hand unloading&lt;br /&gt;a crate of geese, but if you keep working&lt;br /&gt;you'll be able to buy a bucket of beer&lt;br /&gt;with your potatoes. you're probably 14 although&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows for sure and the whore you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;sleep with could be your younger sister&lt;br /&gt;and when your hand throbs twice its size&lt;br /&gt;turning the fingernails green, she knots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a poulttice of mustard and turkey grease&lt;br /&gt;but the next morning, you woke to a yellow&lt;br /&gt;world and stumble through London streets&lt;br /&gt;until your head implodes like a suffocated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire stuffing your nose with rancid smoke.&lt;br /&gt;some how you're removed to a Guy's Infirmary.&lt;br /&gt;Its tuesday. the surgeon   will demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday and your the demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five guzzles of brandy then they hoist you&lt;br /&gt;into the theator, into the traped drone&lt;br /&gt;and humid scuffle, the throng of students&lt;br /&gt;a single body staked with a thousand peering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulbs and doctor begins to saw. of course&lt;br /&gt;you'll die in a week, suporting on a camphor-&lt;br /&gt;soaked sheet but now you scream and scream,&lt;br /&gt;push in red river, insulfuric stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above you, the assistant holding you down&lt;br /&gt;trying to fix you with sad, electric eyes&lt;br /&gt;is John Keats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113919503310979041?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113919503310979041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113919503310979041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113919503310979041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113919503310979041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/imagery_05.html' title='Imagery'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113919326919188963</id><published>2006-02-05T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:37:20.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Melissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;\&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3512/2176/1600/many%20faces.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3512/2176/320/many%20faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made this picture for her, as a memorial. Here is a poem i wrote for her on the first day of class, when i found out it was her birthday and after i  bursted into tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Effect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grief comsumes me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel pain for the friend I lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm mad at her, for leaving me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like it was her fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We could have been great, close friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tears just want to fall from my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything is so messed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tell myself nothing's wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It doesn't affect me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the truth is I'm so deeply affected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even I don't realize how deep this goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tears just want to fall when I'm alone at night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fall at any time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I fight to keep them back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a never ending battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spontaneous moments of sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Physically sick to my stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When will it all go away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just want to cry and puke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then I think I'll be fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still look for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yet I know you are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm just making sure it wasn't a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I know that now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to be sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just want some closure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just want you to come back to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you can't and you won't and I realize that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your gone and I finally admit that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heartaches so bad now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Part of me is broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Torn out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thrown away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And is never coming back!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113919326919188963?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113919326919188963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113919326919188963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113919326919188963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113919326919188963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-memory-of-melissa.html' title='In memory of Melissa'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113891554716624810</id><published>2006-02-02T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:22:05.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception</title><content type='html'>A storm rages in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Covered with deception and lies,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tear them apart.&lt;br /&gt;You listen to their deception and lies,&lt;br /&gt;And ignore the truth,&lt;br /&gt;When it’s staring back at you.&lt;br /&gt;You drop your everything,&lt;br /&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;To play endless card games?&lt;br /&gt;To be used and abused&lt;br /&gt;Torched every time,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you go.&lt;br /&gt;Your work lays forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Book open, half done&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever gonna finish it?&lt;br /&gt;You got a second chance&lt;br /&gt;And yet your giving up already&lt;br /&gt;When will you grow some balls?&lt;br /&gt;When will you stand on your own feet?&lt;br /&gt;When will you follow your heart?&lt;br /&gt;That’s Why you’re here-ya know&lt;br /&gt;Your one of the lucky ones,&lt;br /&gt;But when will you listen&lt;br /&gt;And do whats right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113891554716624810?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113891554716624810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113891554716624810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113891554716624810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113891554716624810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/02/deception.html' title='Deception'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113862690841524185</id><published>2006-01-30T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:11:48.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream from last night:</title><content type='html'>Some thing was wrong with my cat and we went to pick him up from the vet.   He was wraped in red vet wrape and for some odd reason i broght my backpack w/ my computer and all sorts of other junk cause we were going to my gradma's house.  my mom and i couldn't find the cat carrier so she yelled at me.   when we finally found it my cat was all ready and then i got yelled at cause my mom thought i'd leave my cat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to my grandma's and it was somebody's birthday and we had cake.  the house caought on fire and i ran all through the house looking in it for my computer.   i wasn't going to let that burn up.  when we all got out side we watched the house get burned up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113862690841524185?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113862690841524185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113862690841524185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113862690841524185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113862690841524185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/01/dream-from-last-night.html' title='A dream from last night:'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113862625189267596</id><published>2006-01-30T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:40:23.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love like a flower</title><content type='html'>A seed has been planted&lt;br /&gt;Roots have grown&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will poke out of the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And show its potential to the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it grows&lt;br /&gt;But no one can see or imagine,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty that is held with in.&lt;br /&gt;Every thing is happening,&lt;br /&gt;From deep inside-&lt;br /&gt;Both of their  hearts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for showing the world what we have&lt;br /&gt;And who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Will we be a tulip or a deep red rose?&lt;br /&gt;It is too early to tell&lt;br /&gt;All you can see is the green of our stem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we grow more&lt;br /&gt;soon we will have leaves,&lt;br /&gt;And a beautiful flower!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113862625189267596?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113862625189267596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113862625189267596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113862625189267596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113862625189267596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-like-flower.html' title='Love like a flower'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113862488270755479</id><published>2006-01-30T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:25:00.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>This is perfect&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are between two worlds,&lt;br /&gt;So far a part!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel pushed or rushed&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanta start a new&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the past matters any more&lt;br /&gt;This was so unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;It took my breath away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my companion&lt;br /&gt;Mypartner in crime&lt;br /&gt;My best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Who makes me laugh so hard i cry,&lt;br /&gt;And wipes away all my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some thing unexplainable,&lt;br /&gt;That i feel when i'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;No words can express it&lt;br /&gt;it is uncomparable&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it lasts!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113862488270755479?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113862488270755479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113862488270755479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113862488270755479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113862488270755479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113857178898114692</id><published>2006-01-29T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:42:59.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New  Stuff</title><content type='html'>This is the updated version :&lt;br /&gt;and just so you all know this poem was written for a friend of mine who died in a car accident 3 days after christmas 2005.  We were not very close but she still touched my life in the short time i knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief comsumes me!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel pain for the friend I lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad at her, for leaving me,&lt;br /&gt;Like it was her fault&lt;br /&gt;We could have been great, close friends&lt;br /&gt;Tears just want to fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself nothing's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't affect me,&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is I'm so deeply affected&lt;br /&gt;Even I don't realize how deep this goes.&lt;br /&gt;Tears just want to fall when I'm alone at night,&lt;br /&gt;Fall at any time&lt;br /&gt;I fight to keep them back&lt;br /&gt;It's a never ending battle&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous moments of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Physically sick to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;When will it all go away?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry and puke&lt;br /&gt;and then I think I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;I still look for you,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I know you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just making sure it wasn't a dream&lt;br /&gt;I think I know that now!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Just want some closure&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't and you won't and I realize that.&lt;br /&gt;Your gone and I finally admit that&lt;br /&gt;My heartaches so bad now&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is broken,&lt;br /&gt;Torn out,&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away,&lt;br /&gt;And is never coming back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is something new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love walks into the room&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a red silk dress&lt;br /&gt;kissing him on the check&lt;br /&gt;two lovers kiss&lt;br /&gt;soul touches soul&lt;br /&gt;heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;lip to lip&lt;br /&gt;and in that one moment they are conected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what i'm going to do with this last peice but i'll gladly take sugestions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21510243-113857178898114692?l=magicunicorn27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/feeds/113857178898114692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21510243&amp;postID=113857178898114692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113857178898114692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21510243/posts/default/113857178898114692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicunicorn27.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-stuff_29.html' title='New  Stuff'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466980387168113016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21510243.post-113822405771403613</id><published>2006-01-25T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:58:27.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I tell my self nothings wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It don't effect me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But the truth is I'm so deeply effected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Even I don't realize how deep this goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tears want to fall when i'm alone at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I still look for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And yet I know your gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess I'm just making sure it wasn't a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think I know that now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I want to be sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just want some closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just want you to come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But you can't and you won't and I realize that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your gone and I finale admit that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My heart aches so bad right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Part of me is broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Torn out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thrown away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And is never coming back !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tears want to fall at any time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I fight to keep them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Its a never ending battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Spontaneous moments of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Physically sick to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;When will it all go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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