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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-116049606415833311?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116049606415833311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=116049606415833311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/116049606415833311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/116049606415833311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/fluxblog-im-just-in-love-with-your.html' title='FLUXBLOG: I&apos;m Just In Love With Your Sound'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-114746891735358346</id><published>2006-05-12T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:21:57.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>I am now parched and over you my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    …Goodbye then sweet temptress of evening sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Each day I gaze from afar as your heavenly silhouette screams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    …“You may look but don’t ever dare to touch”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Though I feel I must warn you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    …One day soon I shall know the effects of our bodies intertwining as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    …So do not think you leave me here panting in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    An illustrious fool gaping obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    …With me palm outstretched toward the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How I long for that slow kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    …Though for now I am content to be the shadow around where you walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Observing from a distance you safe return home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    …Soon this distance will be no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-114746891735358346?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114746891735358346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=114746891735358346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-114277840044606823?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114277840044606823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=114277840044606823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/114277840044606823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/114277840044606823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/misery-is-my-company-i-keep-her-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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that grins and lies,It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,This debt we pay to human guile;With torn and bleeding hearts we smile...&lt;br /&gt;We smile, but, O great Christ, our criesTo thee from tortured souls arise.We sing, but oh the clay is vileBeneath our feet, and long the mile;&lt;br /&gt;But let the world dream otherwise,We wear the mask!"Excerpt from: We wear the mask, by Paul Lawrence Dunbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112706798372993278?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112706798372993278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112706798372993278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112706798372993278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112706798372993278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-wear-mask-that-grins-and-liesit.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374572.post-112543690268414191</id><published>2005-08-30T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:21:42.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Other places you can find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dark88poet.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://dark88poet.bravehost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dark88poet"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/dark88poet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/~dark88poet"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/~dark88poet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112543690268414191?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112543690268414191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112543690268414191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112543690268414191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112543690268414191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/other-places-you-can-find-me.html' title='Other places you can find me'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112274482717379461</id><published>2005-07-30T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T13:33:47.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Grace, I Fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If the ache still remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Clouded by deeply rooted thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aim at the enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Perhaps their fall will bring back health&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Fix the good thoughts inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So that at first glance you may appear innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While others suffer under doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ill thoughts bring sad management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything you do is being judged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Big brother is watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You are not trusted&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We wait on baited breath for your return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Masters and Gentlemen bow before your learnt skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are all one less problem you must concern yourself with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Unless…yes&lt;br /&gt;Mutiny&lt;br /&gt;It is the only way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Freedom in rebellions war cry&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Fall the Masters and Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let the slaves rise&lt;br /&gt;We hold your future in our fists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Their silent gasps fill the night air with lightning bolts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aimed at taking out the moon and then the sun&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;But we are all pawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though that matters not now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trapped within ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For there is nothing left to gain from your downfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This time around we are all one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One to be taken in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though control is not one to be gained without consequence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Damn the repercussions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was promised forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though they say nothing can be gained without a little sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I sacrificed my all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And now there’s nothing left to be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112274482717379461?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112274482717379461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112274482717379461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112274482717379461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112274482717379461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-grace-i-fell.html' title='From Grace, I Fell'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112274456604148109</id><published>2005-07-30T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T13:29:26.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so you just believed him&lt;br /&gt;without thought to all that we've been through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112274456604148109?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112274456604148109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112274456604148109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112274456604148109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112274456604148109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-so-you-just-believed-him-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112233027131982819</id><published>2005-07-25T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:24:31.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Are You Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Written by Danielle Martin (dark88poet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What exactly is normal? And how does one become it. Is there some type of clothing that should be worn or a certain type of speech that should be used? Correct me if I’m wrong but I was under the impression that no two people were born the same. But if that statement is true then why is it that all my life I’ve heard the word normal thrown around like its something that we should all strive to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For example, my mother and I have been on the opposite sides for quite a while. One thing that she seemingly wants me to be again is normal. But I know that if I asked her what she meant by it she would never be able to properly describe it. If I am so abnormal does that make her the ideal? Is she who I should strive to be? Or are we both wrong and the people I should turn to for guidance are those stick thin creatures on the covers of magazines that have been so well praised by society for being so beautiful and glamorous; they who seemingly have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or could it be that they just have everything we want and vice versus. Perhaps it was they, the glamorous ones who labeled us normal for having everything they gave up to become something beyond. While instead they ended up someplace in between Normal and Abnormality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But again that doesn’t fully answer my question because the word normal or perhaps better phrased, the perception of what is normal, has been around for centuries. With examples stemming from the Puritanical era, where people were shunned and beaten for not sharing the same Godly beliefs or dressing as humbly as others would see fit. Or even further back, when people where judged by the color of their skin and how much money they made as opposed to the content of their character, ( to paraphrase Martin Luther King Jr.) which by the way, still goes on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am so confused because all I’m searching for is the truth. Who is right? Or is there no right or wrong to my question and its just one big game planned out by the government. So that while we’re persecuting all of the “freaks” (gays, liberals, those who dress exceedingly in black etc) we won’t feel the noose that they have strung around our necks growing tighter and tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112233027131982819?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112233027131982819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112233027131982819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112233027131982819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112233027131982819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-you-normal.html' title='Are You Normal'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112214300569450092</id><published>2005-07-23T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T14:23:25.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We could dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So that I may sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To you about what could never have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or shall we speak of what shall never see the light of day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Am I again asked to explain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The story of our own Adam and Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tragedy has struck poor Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Who as a fool continues to follow her Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Down the tunnel they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To romanticize under the cover of hells’ front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Awaken the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And hear him say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Drink from my cup and then we shall play”&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Skip we shall do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For London's bridge is falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Goes my sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That which I have come to doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Also, along goes my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dissipating into thin air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We have come to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Was it ever really there?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The rabbit cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hark! Here comes the baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Holy child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let us all bow and cheer for sweet salvations on its way near&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Am I to follow towards heavens door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Never knowing what could have been there before&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of course I am crying out for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Please beg me to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So that I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So that I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Be whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Whole to be empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Old that is happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Or perhaps sad&lt;br /&gt;Something that is anything&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112214300569450092?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112214300569450092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112214300569450092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112214300569450092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112214300569450092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112152938796013433</id><published>2005-07-16T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:56:27.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing how even on my birthday my mother still manages to make me feel like shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112152938796013433?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112152938796013433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112152938796013433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112152938796013433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112152938796013433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-amazing-how-even-on-my-birthday-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112102004145594085</id><published>2005-07-10T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:28:39.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>his wings enraptured me&lt;br /&gt;for i had always wanted to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his kisses&lt;br /&gt;they trapped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i wait patiently to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called me softly&lt;br /&gt;and i answered back hard and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his warmth,&lt;br /&gt;It clothed me&lt;br /&gt;as inside I grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his eyes they watch me&lt;br /&gt;from inside i feel his hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my plea's  grow undaunted&lt;br /&gt;he follows&lt;br /&gt;sweetly with a kiss of murderous rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The game begins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112102004145594085?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112102004145594085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112102004145594085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112102004145594085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112102004145594085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112069609605488306</id><published>2005-07-06T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:30:42.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aging is forbidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The ultimate sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hidden within their smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All worth nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But there are pennies in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you take my hand I will show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ignore their eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or you will never see daylight again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Their watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don’t mess this up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I asked you twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Before the third time you walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And all I ever saw was your faded image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Glowing in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As if to show me that you had moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And that is why I weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Together we should have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forever we still could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Come stay with me and I will share with you my eternal youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The crystal’s glare has nothing on the sunlight dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like diamonds in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forget me not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deny me all my faults and I will show you but one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Refusal to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And be all I was destined never to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is it true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are we real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have yet to see the proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or evidence that we are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fallen upon this earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or discovered like diamonds in the ruff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112069609605488306?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112069609605488306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112069609605488306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112069609605488306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112069609605488306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/island.html' title='The Island'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112050422103987293</id><published>2005-07-04T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T17:20:50.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whisper to me the secrets you keep&lt;br /&gt;so I can save you from your fate&lt;br /&gt;Turn to look at the unseen&lt;br /&gt;don't hide&lt;br /&gt;face your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be the weak one&lt;br /&gt;dont shy away&lt;br /&gt;frightning imposter&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said you were brave&lt;br /&gt;you promised me forgiveness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112050422103987293?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112050422103987293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112050422103987293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112050422103987293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112050422103987293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/whisper-to-me-secrets-you-keep-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112031342624034184</id><published>2005-07-02T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:10:26.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Hear Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you think it selfish that I am not happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That I’ve built a wall around myself so tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Meant to last and never tumble nor fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because the one before couldn’t stand against the test of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Am I crazy for seeing some hope in your words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Words meant to break my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because the way I take it is that you see something in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A spirit that you need to crush and let die before I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That I am more than just some bad part of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Your excuseIs that I love the abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In your eyes it’s the only way that I can respond to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is this true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know that I am too many sizes to big and that I can be very unattractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I’ve spent so much time and effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Trying to drown out your words and find some self-worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some R-E-S-P -E-C-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hate you for making me Ashamed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I ran home because other’s words would make me fall weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I couldn’t let you see me cry because that would’ve ruined it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You would’ve seen it as some sort of proof to your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That I deserved no better no worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Part 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I’m not asking for you to feel sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Because I know in your heart you don’t feel what you did was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was all in the way you were raised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;See in your eyes to love is to hurt and the truth shall set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Isn’t it Ironic how it was your truth that restrained me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Into an unfelt position of being afraid to speak because you wouldn’t listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Am I speaking clearly enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can you hear me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112031342624034184?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112031342624034184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112031342624034184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112031342624034184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112031342624034184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-you-hear-me-now.html' title='Can You Hear Me Now'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-112031312914637978</id><published>2005-07-02T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:05:29.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ignorance is blissful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stupidity incorrigible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To gain favor with words is a delicate thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not easily trifled with&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Though sometimes rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Are not to be handled without the utmost care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For who would carry the prince to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you were not there to guide his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Read books of enjoyable nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And pull the covers to hide from monsters&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They are delicate things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But then again so are father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wholly innocent of your comings and goings&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don’t scream if you do not wish for me to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But call me softly and perhaps I might appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sing for me my angel of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Call to meBeckoning on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The children of the night are here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Once more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-112031312914637978?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112031312914637978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=112031312914637978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112031312914637978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/112031312914637978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It begins'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111858770181750404</id><published>2005-06-12T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:48:21.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Give me back my voice&lt;br /&gt;The soul that was mine&lt;br /&gt;I need to find the conscious within my freedom lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me skill of prose&lt;br /&gt;Words of unwritten melodic beauty&lt;br /&gt;That’s inspired even the deepest of fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s frightful how fast inspiration fades unto nothing&lt;br /&gt;A nothing buried so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You’re lost to hide&lt;br /&gt;Making the trip a journey of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance for wickedness&lt;br /&gt;Wicked ways are my path to the grave&lt;br /&gt;Follow me little dreamers&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you will find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you will lose it to&lt;br /&gt;Your words&lt;br /&gt;The one place it will hit you worst&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111858770181750404?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111858770181750404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111858770181750404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111858770181750404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111858770181750404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/way.html' title='The Way'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111758126343125727</id><published>2005-05-31T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T15:49:13.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it true and i said i loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;would you dispise me for that fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;while you eat your twisted lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;many illusions are fostered within your crying eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; me the grand deciever and i will show you my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;never will you call upon me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;though in truth it was i who kissed your sorrowed lips and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;licked your tears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you cry because it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but we both know you love the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; what shattered vices have spilt out your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;crimson red unlike your sorrowful words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;promises of love desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fall within yourself&lt;br /&gt;while I painting pictures of your burnt hell&lt;br /&gt;the music playing for my ears hear&lt;br /&gt;But though i leave you bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Its to me I hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111758126343125727?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111758126343125727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111758126343125727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111758126343125727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111758126343125727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/painful-bliss.html' title='Painful Bliss'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111741995936690185</id><published>2005-05-29T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:26:44.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Reality(don't really like)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i guess this ends our relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;or whatever it is they call this kind-of thing now a days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it was fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i enjoyed or little rendevous in the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the sneaking around at midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hiding in closet from friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but it wasn't enough for you i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you wanted something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and i cant help but wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what is so great about this reality you speak of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;when you can live for a small time in the ultimate fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hiding within yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;only coming out in those nescessary moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;for a bit to eat and some fresh air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i was willing to share this all with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;perhaps i didn't want to hide alone anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and you seemed like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;in desprate need to escape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;instead now i see your like them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a begger fiend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;one who sees the truth as out of bounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yet still hopes to claim the world for himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but the way i see it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;if Moses can part the red sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then the least you can do is find out the truth about reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and then pass on its secrets on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111741995936690185?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111741995936690185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111741995936690185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111741995936690185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111741995936690185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/truth-about-realitydont-really-like.html' title='The Truth About Reality(don&apos;t really like)'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111741917148091495</id><published>2005-05-29T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:26:13.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dont be fake with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dont i deserve some smidge of kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i use new words for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;so that you may feel special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you use unorignal excerpts from books you've read to berate me and bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;am i that worthles to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;is there anyone else out there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;who would willing take my place and all the baggage that comes along with those smacks in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;please tell me dear so that i may not wander unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;brave but alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;was there ever a time even in its smallest moment that you loved me the way i loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;if you want we can sit here and i'll explain exactly what it feels like to get your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and ribs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111741917148091495?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111741917148091495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111741917148091495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111741917148091495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111741917148091495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111644808700254260</id><published>2005-05-18T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:28:07.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C.S.</title><content type='html'>not even sad&lt;br /&gt;just empty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111644808700254260?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111644808700254260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111644808700254260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111644808700254260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111644808700254260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/cs.html' title='C.S.'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111619286431011449</id><published>2005-05-15T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:34:54.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I've had enough of promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;of life in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he's pushing me closer to the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't want to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111619286431011449?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111619286431011449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111619286431011449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111619286431011449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111619286431011449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-had-enough-of-promises-of-life-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111619276222128037</id><published>2005-05-15T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:32:42.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111619276222128037?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111619276222128037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111619276222128037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111619276222128037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111619276222128037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-end-we-will-remember-not-words-of.html' title='&apos;In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.&apos;'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111618768405006540</id><published>2005-05-15T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:09:01.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;screw them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;damn the repricussions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll be dancing on your graves by morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111618768405006540?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111618768405006540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111618768405006540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111618768405006540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111618768405006540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/screw-them-all-damn-repricussions-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111618453800940226</id><published>2005-05-15T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:53:20.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;feel free to reprimand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;for i have not been so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;over the years i have been through constant changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;all i wish is to live up to your expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;call me foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but i can't help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;longing for your approval will surely be my downfalling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;cuz i'm falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and you just don't have a clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;whatever shall i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;my longing still consumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;freedom is  just out that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but i can't leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i still want more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;aimez-moi ou adorez juste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(love me or just adore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;give me something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; please just give me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111618453800940226?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111618453800940226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111618453800940226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111618453800940226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111618453800940226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111618367173001225</id><published>2005-05-15T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T15:02:42.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start/Great Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OK so maybe my life isn't everything i want it to be but from today on i'm going to make a serious effort to change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             THE LIST (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of doom&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;stop overeating ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its just not healthy and in all honesty plain annoying&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;drop friends who take me for granted/make fun of me (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not good for my self-steem&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;stop crying over bully's (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there asswholes and half of them will end up in jail anyway&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;start exercising regurally (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not once a month&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;start living my life to the fullest (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no more depression for me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;get back into singing ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;need alot of practice&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;start writing again (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cuz i'm begining to suck&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;work on screen play(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who knew that by becoming a better writer I'd actually have to write&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;stop living in books ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;see bullet number 5&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;drink more water(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; good for losing weight and your voice&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;do homework ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after all these years of being a master procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;try and get published again( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i like the feeling&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;work with geometry tutor(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nuff said&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;stop blaming others for my problems (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad karma&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Control temper(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;again, bad karma&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;take this list seriously ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not like all the others&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hopefully i will do everything on this list and more. Wish me luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111618367173001225?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111618367173001225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111618367173001225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111618367173001225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111618367173001225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-startgreat-change.html' title='New Start/Great Change'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111617032945249111</id><published>2005-05-15T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:18:49.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;do you regret to love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;the beautiful sinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111617032945249111?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111617032945249111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111617032945249111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111617032945249111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111617032945249111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-you-regret-to-love-him-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111617018198143647</id><published>2005-05-15T11:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:16:47.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck the illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;it was all a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111617018198143647?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111617018198143647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111617018198143647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111617018198143647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111617018198143647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-illusion-it-was-all-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111617012385774822</id><published>2005-05-15T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:15:23.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist - that is all."-Oscar Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111617012385774822?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111617012385774822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111617012385774822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111617012385774822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111617012385774822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-live-is-rarest-thing-in-world-most.html' title='&quot;To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist - that is all.&quot;-Oscar Wilde'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111568396066698849</id><published>2005-05-09T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:12:40.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Telescope Eyes ( by eisley)-great song</title><content type='html'>You humor me today&lt;br /&gt;Calling me out to play&lt;br /&gt;With your telescope eyes, metal teeth&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be seen with you (you freak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go cry, go run away&lt;br /&gt;Let your short legs carry you away&lt;br /&gt;With your big dress and your dirty hair&lt;br /&gt;Your pen’s waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Just get far, far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want your disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;I’m just like you, I know you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m just like you so leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Matthew, why can’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;You’re just not near enough like me&lt;br /&gt;With your telescope eyes, metal teeth&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be seen with you (you freak)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111568396066698849?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111568396066698849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111568396066698849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111568396066698849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111568396066698849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/telescope-eyes-by-eisley-great-song.html' title='Telescope Eyes ( by eisley)-great song'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111567717512492865</id><published>2005-05-09T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:19:35.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited Lovepick or chose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;aw' someone's angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;should i get you a tissue so you can cry your eyes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and then move on to the next body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;who suits your fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;come on  you fickle fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pick or chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;pick or chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111567717512492865?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111567717512492865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111567717512492865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111567717512492865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111567717512492865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/unrequited-lovepick-or-chose.html' title='Unrequited Lovepick or chose'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111567693389991083</id><published>2005-05-09T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:15:33.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm half-way there&lt;br /&gt;don't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;wait until you can fend for yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111567693389991083?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111567693389991083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111567693389991083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111567693389991083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111567693389991083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-half-way-there-dont-fall-apart-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111559137118180148</id><published>2005-05-08T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T18:29:31.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;if i were human i would fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the earth could not hold my heart up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;though many men would die to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111559137118180148?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111559137118180148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111559137118180148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111559137118180148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111559137118180148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-i-were-human-i-would-fall-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111557629742752503</id><published>2005-05-08T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:18:17.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;religion is a tough subject for me. When ever i get closer to believing something always pulls me back. Why though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111557629742752503?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111557629742752503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111557629742752503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111557629742752503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111557629742752503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/religion-is-tough-subject-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111499793031030577</id><published>2005-05-01T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:41:35.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adonis</title><content type='html'>dont want to live on borrowed time&lt;br /&gt;.................take back the light&lt;br /&gt;sweet chariot arise from the sea of misdeeds&lt;br /&gt;......................awake the souless few who ride on oathless wings&lt;br /&gt;smart but can they feed the hungry emotionly starved universe of poetless bards&lt;br /&gt;.................................call me when you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111499793031030577?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111499793031030577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111499793031030577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111499793031030577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111499793031030577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/adonis.html' title='Adonis'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111499461534475033</id><published>2005-05-01T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:50:26.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111499461534475033?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111499461534475033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111499461534475033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111499461534475033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111499461534475033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-long-farewell-until-we-meet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111499103979680023</id><published>2005-05-01T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:45:29.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mix me with coke and swallow me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i will choke you into oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;speak and listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i will heed your calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;if you answer the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i will be your only ecape now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;don't climb from my mountain of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;twisted and deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;into your poors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i will seek you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but only cuz i want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my friend and lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;this can't be the end of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;watch me as i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i will take you with me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lets jump together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and face the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;no else but me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;diabolic in its antidote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to cure my depresion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;your love is my confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i feel you in my only secret room of doom and hopefulessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wrapped in honey filled coconuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i want you to miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;so i can hurt you&lt;br /&gt;as you wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;as i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;twist those limbs  of thine own faithlfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;can you help me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i want you to help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;cant you see i'm less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;if only in your arms i am whole again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you are my only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;until i cut you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111499103979680023?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111499103979680023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111499103979680023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111499103979680023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111499103979680023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111489861667489800</id><published>2005-04-30T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:19:27.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.erva666.blogger.com.br/1068917410</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111489861667489800?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111489861667489800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111489861667489800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111489861667489800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111489861667489800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/httpwwwerva666bloggercombr1068917410.html' title='http://www.erva666.blogger.com.br/1068917410'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111490061392095839</id><published>2005-04-30T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:36:53.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RE K</title><content type='html'>We re living through street cracks of hope and fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111490061392095839?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111490061392095839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111490061392095839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111490061392095839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111490061392095839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/re-k.html' title='RE K'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111488072677326087</id><published>2005-04-30T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:07:05.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Creature of the Wood'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I am a creature of the wood, forsaken in my solitudeMy song is pleasure and is pain; My song could drive a man insaneSo come with me, my pipes are playedAnd we will dance ‘til the break of dayI shall be thy lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY: Heather Alexander - 'Creature of the Wood'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111488072677326087?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111488072677326087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111488072677326087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111488072677326087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111488072677326087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/creature-of-wood.html' title='&apos;Creature of the Wood&apos;'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111488043496264853</id><published>2005-04-30T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:00:34.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running (by No Doubt)</title><content type='html'>Run, Running all the time&lt;br /&gt;Running to the future&lt;br /&gt;With you right by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm the one you chose&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the people&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sorry that I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;Help me up, let's keep on running&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall out of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running Running as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we'll make it(Do you think we'll make it)&lt;br /&gt;Running, keep holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;So we don't get separated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be, Be the one I needBe the one I trust most&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop inspiring me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to keep on running&lt;br /&gt;We work so hard to keep it going&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me want to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running Running as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we'll make it(Do you think we'll make it)&lt;br /&gt;Running, keep holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;So we don't get separated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111488043496264853?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111488043496264853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111488043496264853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111488043496264853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111488043496264853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/running-by-no-doubt.html' title='Running (by No Doubt)'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111487960528503644</id><published>2005-04-30T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:46:45.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i feel no rage nor anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;just a wave of calming nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111487960528503644?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111487960528503644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111487960528503644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111487960528503644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111487960528503644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-feel-no-rage-nor-anger-just-wave-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111487778518877147</id><published>2005-04-30T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:11:00.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky (everything in this article is not mine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Spooky 12th Century Prophecy on Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The first thing we want to say upfront is that what you are about to read has been widely dismissed as a hoax by religious scholars. That said, the world may soon end. Judgment day approaches. The clue? Pope Benedict XVI's rise to the papacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; According to a 12th century Catholic prophecy by the Irish archbishop St. Malachy, who was recognized for his ability to see into the future, Pope Benedict XVI fits his description of the second-to-the-last pope before the Last Judgment, report Reuters and WorldNetDaily. The Bible says the Last Judgment is when God will separate the wicked from the righteous. Legend has it that St. Malachy was traveling to Rome in the year 1139 when he had a vision concerning the next 112 popes. Benedict XVI is No. 111 on that list. St. Malachy described pope No. 111 as the "Glory of the Olive." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Here's where you may have to stretch your imagination a bit to connect Benedict to an olive, although the Internet doomsayers seem to have had an easy enough time of doing this.The-world-is-ending crowd points to this:1. The choice of the name "Benedict" is a reference to the Order of Saint Benedict. A branch of this order is known as...are you ready? The Olivetans.2. Benedict XVI chose his name in part to honor Pope Benedict XV, whom the new pope described as a "courageous prophet of peace." Get it? Olive branches have long been associated with peace.3. During Palm Sunday celebrations this past March, then Cardinal Ratzinger was photographed holding olive branches and not palms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Reuters notes that scholars have long dismissed St. Malachy's prophecy as nothing more than a propaganda attempt to influence a 16th century conclave. But those who believe are not swayed by this. They insist that Pope John Paul II fits Malachy's description of pope No. 110, who was supposed to be "of the labor of the Sun." Turns out that Pope John Paul II was born on the day of a full solar eclipse and died on the same day as a partial eclipse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; And that brings us to the last pope in Malachy's vision, pope No. 112. He is supposed to be Peter the Roman, who will lead the Catholic church before "the formidable judge will judge his people." Since Pope Benedict XVI is 78 years old, it is presumed his reign will not be long. And then we will welcome the last pope and the Last Judgment. Did that give you goose bumps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111487778518877147?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111487778518877147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111487778518877147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111487778518877147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111487778518877147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/spooky-everything-in-this-article-is.html' title='Spooky (everything in this article is not mine)'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111472906036441602</id><published>2005-04-28T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:12:22.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hOLY sHITE</title><content type='html'>i M CRAZY SCREAMIN MAD HAPPY. I am officially a published author in a magazine. They published my poem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt; in Teen In Poetry Journal. I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in honor of that poem here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kneel down before me&lt;br /&gt;am i not your king&lt;br /&gt;or are you content with your false icons of worship&lt;br /&gt;when forced into reality&lt;br /&gt;what will you do then&lt;br /&gt;will you cry&lt;br /&gt;will it all be to much to handle&lt;br /&gt;hide&lt;br /&gt;go and hide behind your brothers back&lt;br /&gt;but remember it will not always be so&lt;br /&gt;soon i will have you&lt;br /&gt;soon there will be nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;i will be your only escape&lt;br /&gt;soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111472906036441602?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111472906036441602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111472906036441602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111472906036441602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111472906036441602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-shite.html' title='hOLY sHITE'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111429862596414582</id><published>2005-04-23T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:23:45.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage is fear holding on a minute longer.-Thomas Fuller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111429862596414582?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111429862596414582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111429862596414582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111429862596414582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111429862596414582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/courage-is-fear-holding-on-minute.html' title='Courage is fear holding on a minute longer.-Thomas Fuller'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111326191667818317</id><published>2005-04-11T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:25:16.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Faithful are the wounds of a friend.”-Proverbs 27:6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111326191667818317?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111326191667818317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374572.post-111325682088494520</id><published>2005-04-11T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:00:20.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"The rapid progress of the sciences makes me sorry, at times, that I was born so soon. Imagine the power that man will have over matter, a few hundred years from now. We may learn how to remove gravity from large masses, and float them over great distances. Agriculture will double its produce with less labor. All diseases will surely be cured...even old age. If only the moral sciences could be improved as well. Perhaps men would cease to be wolves to one another...and human beings could learn to be human."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;                                                                           Benjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111325682088494520?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111325682088494520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111325682088494520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111325682088494520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111325682088494520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/rapid-progress-of-sciences-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111310850931222411</id><published>2005-04-10T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:13:14.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I posted "For Shame" and "Unkind" at fictionpress. I'm a bit dissapointed though. They've only gotten 1 review each, both by the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've finished a couple songs and revisted a few of my old writting books. I found alot of songs that at want to re- work. I guess abscence does make the heart grow fonder. Lets hope i still like them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;dark88poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later dayz&lt;br /&gt;be safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111310850931222411?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111310850931222411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111310850931222411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111310850931222411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111310850931222411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-posted-for-shame-and-unkind-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111306102798497225</id><published>2005-04-09T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:37:07.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Philosophy (by Percy Bysshe Shelley)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The fountains mingle with the River&lt;br /&gt;And the Rivers with the Ocean,&lt;br /&gt;The winds of Heaven mix for ever&lt;br /&gt;With a sweet emotion;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world is single,&lt;br /&gt;All things by a law divine&lt;br /&gt;In one spirit meet and mingle -&lt;br /&gt;Why not I with thine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the mountains kiss high Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And the waves clasp one another;&lt;br /&gt;No sister-flower would be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;If it disdained its brother;&lt;br /&gt;And the sunlight clasps the earth,&lt;br /&gt;And the moon beams kiss the sea -&lt;br /&gt;What is all this sweet work worth&lt;br /&gt;If thou kiss not me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111306102798497225?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111306102798497225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111306102798497225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111306102798497225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111306102798497225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/loves-philosophy-by-percy-bysshe.html' title='Love&apos;s Philosophy (by Percy Bysshe Shelley)'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111297904479799739</id><published>2005-04-08T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T12:50:44.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111297904479799739?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111297904479799739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111297904479799739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111297904479799739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111297904479799739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-we-have-done-for-ourselves-alone.html' title='What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111282656533608994</id><published>2005-04-06T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:15:28.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If i were a penquin I'd be blue and red instead of black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;why be different when we can stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;oh yeah, cuz i like the change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and the taste of salt on my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;though at times it stings but that can be nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;like ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;feeling alive is better than being trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and being cold is better than be worn and old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;because when your worn and old  people tend to take you for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;as opposed to being young and versatile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;where they still take andvantage but do it with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;but you must grin and bear it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;even if they're patronizing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;though pitying stares are worse than the harshest of glares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;still pull of your black coat and gloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sit backand relax&lt;br /&gt;recall the good times and perhaps a few of the bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;because in the end there is only the the begining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and the begining is the start to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111282656533608994?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111282656533608994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111282656533608994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111282656533608994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111282656533608994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-were-penquin-id-be-blue-and-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111282478477162502</id><published>2005-04-06T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:59:44.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Shame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for shame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think my heart might burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for who has ever heard of a lonely prostitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;perhaps i might call myself that in the deepest part of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but even then the term courtesan has been much preffered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it has a subtle elegance that seems to evade the word prostitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a word which in itself is almost always synonomas with the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dirty and tramp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but what say you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ferait aime aller vous être avec moi ce soir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(would you like to go to bed with me tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or have i come on to stongly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if innocence is what you prefer i am sorry but we're all out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;come back tommorow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;perhaps we can pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for shame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think my heart shall burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for though i boast a hard facade and wish to deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i am still 16  and afraid to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                           dark88poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111282478477162502?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111282478477162502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111282478477162502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111282478477162502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111282478477162502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-shame_06.html' title='For Shame!'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111282261426345333</id><published>2005-04-06T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:25:35.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unkind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;peace child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;come quietly unto the fold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;let not the vastness off the night push you into the arms of the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearted and those whom most dearly departed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;free you mind from the shackles of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make haste to speed lightning crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;speak as though forbidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;but act as though you were encouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is only in our hearts that restlessness lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;the truth is not the truth lest proven to be unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dark88poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is quite different than any poem I''ve ever written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111282261426345333?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111282261426345333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111282261426345333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111282261426345333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111282261426345333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/unkind.html' title='Unkind'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111274723068397104</id><published>2005-04-05T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:27:10.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111274723068397104?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111274723068397104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111274723068397104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111274723068397104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111274723068397104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cannot-forecast-to-you-action-of.html' title='&apos;I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.&apos;'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111266307277475373</id><published>2005-04-04T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:04:32.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'For want of a nail the shoe is lost; for want of a shoe the horse is lost; for want of a horse the rider is lost.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111266307277475373?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111266307277475373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111266307277475373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111266307277475373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111266307277475373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-want-of-nail-shoe-is-lost-for-want.html' title='&apos;For want of a nail the shoe is lost; for want of a shoe the horse is lost; for want of a horse the rider is lost.&apos;'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111256290238031520</id><published>2005-04-03T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:15:02.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I always catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;I hear your name in certain circles&lt;br /&gt;and it always makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't missing you at all.&lt;br /&gt;         ~John Waite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111256290238031520?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111256290238031520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111256290238031520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111256290238031520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111256290238031520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/everytime-i-think-of-you-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111248381812710465</id><published>2005-04-02T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:17:16.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May the angels welcome you. Our prayers go with you as we shed tears of happiness for your reunion with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*On a trip to Damascus, Syria, in May 2001, he became the first pope to step into a mosque. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;* Pope John Paul set off the sparks that helped bring down communism in Poland, from where a virtual revolution spread across the Soviet bloc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;* John Paul also championed better relations with Jews - Christianity's ``older brothers,'' as he put it - and the Vatican formally recognized Israel in 1993. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;* In his native Poland, he appeared on a Nazi blacklist in 1944 for his activities in a Christian democratic underground. B'nai B'rith and other organizations testified that he helped Jews find refuge from the Nazis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;* During his visit to Jerusalem in March 2000, John Paul prayed at the Western Wall, Judaism's holiest shrine. Copying a Jewish custom, he tucked a note between the stones in which he apologized to God for the behavior of those who made Jews suffer over the centuries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The 264th pope also battled what he called a ``culture of death'' in modern society. It made him a hero to those who saw him as their rock in a degenerating world, and a foe to those who felt he was holding back social enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;``The church cannot be an association of freethinkers,'' Pope John Paul said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;* Asex abuse scandal among clergy plunged his church into moral crisis. He summoned U.S. cardinals to the Vatican and told them: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;``The abuse which has caused this crisis is by every standard wrong and rightly considered a crime by society; it is also an appalling sin in the eyes of God.'' Critics accused the pope of not acting swiftly enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;In its last medical statement Saturday, Navarro-Valls said John Paul was not in a coma and opened his eyes when spoken to. But he added: ``Since dawn this morning, there have been first signs that consciousness is being affected.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;``Sometimes it seems as if he were resting with his eyes closed, but when you speak to him he opens his eyes,'' Navarro-Valls said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Navarro-Valls said the pope was still speaking late Friday but did not take part when Mass was celebrated in his presence Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;He said aides had told the pope that thousands of young people were in St. Peter's Square on Friday evening. Navarro-Valls said the pope appeared to be referring to them when he seemed to say: ``'I have looked for you. Now you have come to me. And I thank you.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111248381812710465?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111248381812710465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111248381812710465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111248381812710465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111248381812710465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/may-angels-welcome-you-our-prayers-go.html' title='May the angels welcome you. Our prayers go with you as we shed tears of happiness for your reunion with God'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111248285519276059</id><published>2005-04-02T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:00:55.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 ways to a flatter stomach (hahahahah)</title><content type='html'>1. One of the first things people need to realize about flattening their belly is that when you begin eating smaller, more balanced portions of food you simply make a significant change on how the belly looks. One of the reasons most people do 100 sit-ups and can’t get a flat belly is because their gut is too full. By eating smaller portions you’re moving toward a flatter belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Overall body fat contributes to how lean the belly is. You can’t lose body fat on the belly. The body’s fat compartment is one system. Doing leg exercises actually burns five times more body fat than doing sit-ups. Exercising the whole body is the way to burn fat off the belly. The notion that doing sit-ups burns fat off the belly is a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You don’t have to do sit-ups every day. Exercising the ab muscles twice a week is plenty. For example, perform your ab exercises every Monday and Thursday. Muscles become stronger and more firm through the process of adaptation. We stress the muscle and then it recovers and comes back stronger and better. The muscles need time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Oftentimes people don’t realize that one of the reasons that they’re tummy isn’t tighter is because of their posture. Their shoulders are falling and their posture is beginning to lean forward. Practice healthy posture with your shoulders up and back straight while walking, sitting at your desk and exercising. Doing this while exercising helps flatten the belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Two highly recommended ab exercises are crunches and leg lifts on the stability ball. These exercises work the most muscle fibers and get the best results the fastest. The stability ball causes you to activate virtually every muscle in the upper and lowers abs. The whole midsection core has to work to pull of the crunches and leg lifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111248285519276059?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111248285519276059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111248285519276059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111248285519276059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111248285519276059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/5-ways-to-flatter-stomach-hahahahah.html' title='5 ways to a flatter stomach (hahahahah)'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111229150084962905</id><published>2005-03-31T11:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:42:26.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready to change your life, the Dresden Dolls have arrived(by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Together Amy Palmer (Vocalist/Pianist) and Brian Viglione (drummer) makeup The Dresden Dolls. A self-proclaimed Brechtian Punk(punk cabaret) duo from Boston getting ready to change the face of music. Their new self titled album is filled with songs that paint pictures of loss, and self hatred dipped in sarcasm and irony. Although it may not sound pretty on paper it is amazing to listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; With a blend of jazz, caberet, punk, and angst rock,The Dolls Have created a genre all of their own. Their lyrics are complex yet easy to understand because most likely, you've been through the same thing. Understanding is made even easier by Palmer. Who screams when she's angry and whispers like Haley Joel Osment circa The sixth sense when she seems to be reliving memories that she never should have had in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Their standout song is Girl Anacronism, the second track off their album, and their most well known. Its a song that speaks of insanity, lies, neglect, rage, humor and anything else you can think of. But you wouldn't know by the sound of their music, that stays upbeat and energetic an off set to their lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Formed in 2000 , the Dolls are a fairly new band but judging by their sold out concerts and cult status I'd say it won't be long until we're all hailing the new King and Queen of rOCK AND rOLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111229150084962905?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111229150084962905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111229150084962905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111229150084962905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111229150084962905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/get-ready-to-change-your-l_111229150084962905.html' title='Get ready to change your life, the Dresden Dolls have arrived(by me)'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111220407774211196</id><published>2005-03-30T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:20:05.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kin by Carl Sandburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; BROTHER, I am fire&lt;br /&gt;Surging under the ocean floor.&lt;br /&gt;I shall never meet you, brother--&lt;br /&gt;Not for years, anyhow;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thousands of years, brother.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will warm you,&lt;br /&gt;Hold you close, wrap you in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Use you and change you--&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thousands of years, brother.&lt;br /&gt;Where the moon slants and wavers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111220407774211196?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111220407774211196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111220407774211196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111220407774211196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111220407774211196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/kin-by-carl-sandburg.html' title='Kin by Carl Sandburg'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111214568290464801</id><published>2005-03-29T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:21:22.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A magician, like a prostitute, never reveals his tricks."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111214568290464801?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111214568290464801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111214568290464801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111214568290464801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111214568290464801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/magician-like-prostitute-never-reveals.html' title='&quot;A magician, like a prostitute, never reveals his tricks.&quot;'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111214120862153667</id><published>2005-03-29T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:06:48.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"'Let there be light!' said God, and there was light. 'Let there be blood!' said man, and there's a sea." George Gordon, Lord Byron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111214120862153667?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111214120862153667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111214120862153667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111214120862153667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111214120862153667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/let-there-be-light-said-god-and-there.html' title='&quot;&apos;Let there be light!&apos; said God, and there was light. &apos;Let there be blood!&apos; said man, and there&apos;s a sea.&quot; George Gordon, Lord Byron'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111177776469216987</id><published>2005-03-25T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:09:24.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Damaged people are dangerous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They know they can survive."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                             -Charles Evans Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111177776469216987?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111177776469216987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111177776469216987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111177776469216987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111177776469216987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/damaged-people-are-dangerous-they-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111126296471852145</id><published>2005-03-19T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:09:24.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Woman at a Window by William Carrlos Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She sits with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tears on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;her cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;her cheek on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in her lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;his nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pressed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111126296471852145?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111126296471852145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111126296471852145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111126296471852145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111126296471852145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/young-woman-at-window-by-william.html' title='Young Woman at a Window by William Carrlos Williams'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111093861697608186</id><published>2005-03-15T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:03:36.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my voice is really lacking, in otherwords , it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and ontop of everything, i've got a new cold. Just what i wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111093861697608186?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111093861697608186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111093861697608186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111093861697608186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111093861697608186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-voice-is-really-lacking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111085439545811022</id><published>2005-03-14T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:39:55.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have decided to take a break from music and poetry. I don't know how long it will be. It could be a day, an hour, a year. I just feel real empty inside and its affecting my writing abilty's and on top of that my voice is shot. It could be the cold or just my body's last straw. Whatever it is, it sucks. I hope I return to normal soon. I really dont want to know what my life would be like if i couldn't write or sing. I'm just in a really unhappy place right now and i hope it gets better soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111085439545811022?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111085439545811022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111085439545811022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111085439545811022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111085439545811022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/farewell_14.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111012398300309388</id><published>2005-03-06T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T10:47:44.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the slow suduction of rhythem and dance has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonight i must fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111012398300309388?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111012398300309388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111012398300309388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111012398300309388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111012398300309388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/slow-suduction-of-rhythem-and-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111008118536410605</id><published>2005-03-05T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T22:53:22.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;A Flame who hides itself behind the Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Courage be damned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111008118536410605?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111008118536410605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111008118536410605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111008118536410605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111008118536410605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/flame-who-hides-itself-behind-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111008105526425907</id><published>2005-03-05T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:06:00.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempt Me Softly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;the bittersweet berries from cursed leaves tempt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;forrbidden like the tree itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;cause of course that is what their really after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;why hunt the offspring when you can capture the source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and drain the life from which bore the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;as all things must die in order to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;forever in the kingdom of heaven or flourish  in the brightness of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;your damned if you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and  fucked if you dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;so you might as well eat the damn fruit and leave a bloody good corpse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111008105526425907?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111008105526425907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111008105526425907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111008105526425907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111008105526425907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/tempt-me-softly.html' title='Tempt Me Softly'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111007058757504071</id><published>2005-03-05T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:22:40.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it hurts me to cry as it hurts me to write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;for i fear that i have lost my touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;no song can i sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;no poem may i scribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it seems i have lost all flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i pray to the God's may their will be undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that i might have the power to live once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111007058757504071?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111007058757504071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111007058757504071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111007058757504071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111007058757504071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-hurts-me-to-cry-as-it-hurts-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111006120048056079</id><published>2005-03-05T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:20:36.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Sexual Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tom Clancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You know "that look" women get when they want sex? Me neither." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Steve Martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Woody Allen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rodney Dangerfield."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among those is the Mercedes-Benz 500SL." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lynn Lavner."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Why she said she is a Angel for one mans SEX!! Took me awhite to figar out what man,and what Angel she was talking about having sex with." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Robert Way Brown.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at thetaxidermist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Matt Barry&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Camille Paglia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;George Burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Women might be able to fake orgasms but men can fake whole relationships." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sharon Stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"My girlfriend always laughs during sex ~ no matter what she's reading." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Steve Jobs.&lt;/span&gt; (Founder, Apple Computers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt with "Guess" on it; so I said "Thyroid problem?'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hockey is a sport for white men. Basketball is a sport for black men. Golf is a sport for white men dressed like black pimps." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tiger Woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JackNicholson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks his car or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Barbara Bush&lt;/span&gt;.(Former US First Lady, and you didn't think Barbara had a sense of humor !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ah, yes, Divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Robin Williams .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Roseanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Billy Crystal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robert De Niro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"There's a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what's the problem?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dustin Hoffman&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men think, 'I know what I'm doing. Just show me somebody naked.'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jerry Seinfeld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rod Stewart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin Williams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111006120048056079?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111006120048056079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111006120048056079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111006120048056079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111006120048056079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/famous-sexual-quotes.html' title='Famous Sexual Quotes'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-111003714055457578</id><published>2005-03-05T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:39:00.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What does man love more than life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fear more than death or mortal strife? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do the poor have, and the rich require? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do contented men desire? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What does the miser spend and the spendthrift save? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do all men carry to their graves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-111003714055457578?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111003714055457578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=111003714055457578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111003714055457578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/111003714055457578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-does-man-love-more-than-life-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110946367024744489</id><published>2005-02-26T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:21:10.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy’s law :anything that can go wrong –will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110946367024744489?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110946367024744489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110946367024744489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110946367024744489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110946367024744489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/murphys-law-anything-that-can-go-wrong.html' title='Murphy’s law :anything that can go wrong –will'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110899959184145678</id><published>2005-02-21T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:22:34.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Baby Doll Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't cut yourself broken baby doll boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;if you do the fairy's won't grant your wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;the purity is in the blood not spilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark88poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110899959184145678?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110899959184145678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110899959184145678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110899959184145678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110899959184145678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/broken-baby-doll-boy.html' title='Broken Baby Doll Boy'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110882054971932444</id><published>2005-02-19T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:40:12.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do not give it away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;do not give it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;though my feelings are turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;scorned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;masked by this winters next storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;replicate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;majestic in purple and green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;imaginatory stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;inexplicable at first second last glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;soft and smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;is that really me or some part of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;caring carresing as if to hold onto life's one last death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;less painful if substantial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;kisss kiss kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;and be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;for if you do not see the chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;then you do not see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110882054971932444?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110882054971932444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110882054971932444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110882054971932444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110882054971932444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-not-give-it-away.html' title='do not give it away'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110823636192365869</id><published>2005-02-12T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:26:01.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sad today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110823636192365869?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110823636192365869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110823636192365869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110823636192365869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110823636192365869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-feel-sad-today.html' title='I feel sad today.'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110796964220935594</id><published>2005-02-09T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T14:30:11.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wires are hooked towards every escape route &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sick and tired of being admired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;then caught up in other peoples desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;fix the thoughts youve made mine and said things that arent fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;you suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;you suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;you suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110796964220935594?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110796964220935594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110796964220935594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110796964220935594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110796964220935594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/wires.html' title='Wires'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110703479251513960</id><published>2005-01-29T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T16:39:52.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.”“I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. But I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do. You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               "Sleeping Beauty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110703479251513960?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110703479251513960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110703479251513960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110703479251513960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110703479251513960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-know-you-i-walked-with-you-once-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110678036784494329</id><published>2005-01-26T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T17:59:27.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living is like licking honey off a thorn... sweet, but painful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110678036784494329?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110678036784494329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110678036784494329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110678036784494329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110678036784494329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/living-is-like-licking-honey-off-thorn.html' title='Living is like licking honey off a thorn... sweet, but painful.'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110678034638227675</id><published>2005-01-26T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T17:59:06.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the challenge of your ambitions, of your aspirations, rouse your slumbering and often unused powers into action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110678034638227675?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110678034638227675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110678034638227675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110678034638227675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110678034638227675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/let-challenge-of-your-ambitions-of.html' title='Let the challenge of your ambitions, of your aspirations, rouse your slumbering and often unused powers into action.'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110659774827242956</id><published>2005-01-24T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:15:48.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Spend all your time waiting... for that second chance.. for a break that would make it okay… there’s always some reason… to feel not good enough… and it’s hard at the end of the day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110659774827242956?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110659774827242956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110659774827242956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110659774827242956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110659774827242956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/spend-all-your-time-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110659644393993663</id><published>2005-01-24T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:54:03.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“I don’t drive,  I’m driven.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110659644393993663?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110659644393993663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110659644393993663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110659644393993663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110659644393993663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-drive-im-driven.html' title='“I don’t drive,  I’m driven.”'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110658841106296991</id><published>2005-01-24T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:40:11.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly." - Dream, Neil Gaiman's Th&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; Sandman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110658841106296991?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658841106296991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110658841106296991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658841106296991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658841106296991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/sometimes-you-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110658834565311394</id><published>2005-01-24T13:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:39:05.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.moonlotus.net/themesong/themesong.html" target="new"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.moonlotus.net/themesong/blue.jpg" width="230" height="140" alt="my cowboy bebop theme song is blue" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt; what's your cowboy bebop theme song?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110658834565311394?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658834565311394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110658834565311394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658834565311394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658834565311394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-your-cowboy-bebop-theme-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110658831560837882</id><published>2005-01-24T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:38:35.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> "He's gotta be the tragic figure standing in the rain, mourning the loss of his beloved. So down comes the rain, right on cue." - Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Neil Gaiman's The Sandman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110658831560837882?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658831560837882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110658831560837882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658831560837882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658831560837882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/hes-gotta-be-tragic-figure-standing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110658825701662898</id><published>2005-01-24T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:37:37.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; "Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen, love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!" - Christian, Moulin Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110658825701662898?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658825701662898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110658825701662898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658825701662898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658825701662898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/above-all-things-i-believe-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110658803387961591</id><published>2005-01-24T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:34:19.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="So goth you're dead!" src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/Lorac/1035573854_CWINDOWSDesktopgothy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are every goth-kids dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Lorac/quizzes/Which%20Ultimate%20Beautiful%20Woman%20are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110658803387961591?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658803387961591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110658803387961591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658803387961591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658803387961591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-are-every-goth-kids-dream-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110658773628716657</id><published>2005-01-24T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:29:03.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="What wings are you?" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/alicedementia/1052704199_mentskiSS6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/alicedementia/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Wings%20are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Kind of Wings are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110658773628716657?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658773628716657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110658773628716657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658773628716657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658773628716657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/dragon-wings-what-kind-of-wings-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110658749043885164</id><published>2005-01-24T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:24:56.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8b29678)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1049237266_turesearth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20Force%20of%20Nature%20Quiz%20/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;The Force of Nature Quiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110658749043885164?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658749043885164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110658749043885164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658749043885164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658749043885164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/earth-force-of-nature-quiz-brought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110658717356210464</id><published>2005-01-24T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:19:45.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8a7561c)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168468_esktopseer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110658717356210464?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658717356210464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110658717356210464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658717356210464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110658717356210464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/seer-ultimate-personality-test-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110488026319168973</id><published>2005-01-04T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:11:03.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come. She is waiting.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110488026319168973?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110488026319168973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110488026319168973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110488026319168973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110488026319168973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-have-entered-realm-of-lady-of-wood.html' title='“You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come. She is waiting.”'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110471785746281106</id><published>2005-01-02T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:47:02.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters (by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;Part I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;In hoping that you would understand my situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;i have set myself up to fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;In seeing the constant wrongs in pictures you've painted for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;the patterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;in webs you've woven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;i myself have come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;no longer can i depend on you to lead my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;once i've seen the horrors you've created of your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Now i must stand on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Though still frightened by shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I still manage to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;On some occasions i manage even a prayer for your restless soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;The mighty warrior brought down by his own misgivings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;In a way that endears you to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;in seeing that you are only human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I can love you as such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;And hate that which brings us closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;Part III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;yes i can see the world at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;With mother nature forever a forgiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I can not stay mad at you for long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;not when she, Mother to us all, has seen so much more than i could ever comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;sweet mischievious child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;mighty warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;so many names i call you in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;and yet when i see you i can manage not even a whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;for that would be to loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;and i wish not to disrupt your calming silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;Part IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Sing me to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;i wish to hear you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;the images are not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;i think my mind has wandered off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;for when i reach to touch your ever fading image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I now have something to hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110471785746281106?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110471785746281106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110471785746281106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110471785746281106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110471785746281106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/letters-by-me.html' title='Letters (by me)'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110471638556155652</id><published>2005-01-02T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:50:46.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoem (by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;crystal clear blue eyes stare at me from the frosted window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;scared of all the outside world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;a hesitant smile is all that I get for my time and trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;who are you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;what have you seen that makes you scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;come out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;see the morning sun as we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;those on the other side of that window pane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;if you look at it just right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It almost feels like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110471638556155652?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110471638556155652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110471638556155652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110471638556155652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110471638556155652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/hoem-by-me.html' title='Hoem (by me)'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110467488203111215</id><published>2005-01-02T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T09:08:02.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We think we've come so far.  The torture of heretics, the burningof witches, it's all ancient history, then...Before you can blink an eye, it threatens to start all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110467488203111215?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110467488203111215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110467488203111215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110467488203111215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110467488203111215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-think-weve-come-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110463661742109513</id><published>2005-01-01T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:30:17.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote Sent To Me By A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much or more we should ourselves complain.&lt;br /&gt; William Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-lovely isn't it-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;  John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110463661742109513?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110463661742109513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110463661742109513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110463661742109513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110463661742109513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote-sent-to-me-by-friend.html' title='A Quote Sent To Me By A Friend'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110446563054286367</id><published>2004-12-30T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:00:30.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does everything have to be so hard. Everywhere i turn i see a new obstacle. So many things are happining at once. i was fine with the way it was. Why does God hate me so much. I try to be a good person. I'm nice to others even after they continue to do me wrong. I am human and i know i am not without my faults but it does not help to be constantly reminded of them. It does not make my life any more worth living when a new problem i really do not need is shoved full fledged in my face. i seriously wish everyone would leave me alone. I'm tired of being the nice dependable dormat. Sometimes i just don't want to be. i'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110446563054286367?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110446563054286367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110446563054286367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110446563054286367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110446563054286367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-does-everything-have-to-be-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110443377347570021</id><published>2004-12-30T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T14:11:29.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankxxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks John for saying what you did. Its nice to have someone believe in me. I hope you have happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110443377347570021?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110443377347570021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110443377347570021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110443377347570021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110443377347570021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/thankxxx.html' title='Thankxxx'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110413203677638235</id><published>2004-12-27T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:51:59.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Shattered girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Battered Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;What has he done to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Fallin now all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Can't stop starin at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;They say that you let him through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;To do what he did to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110413203677638235?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110413203677638235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110413203677638235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110413203677638235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110413203677638235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled '/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110410265710265033</id><published>2004-12-26T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T18:13:32.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanted to let you know</title><content type='html'>Hello. Um, I just wanted to let everyone out there know of this great site for writers that I am published on. Its a place for people who enjoy writing original stories/music/poetry as well as those who enjoy reading the. I've got a bunch of stuff there and i hope you'll stop by, read and review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its called fiction press.com and the link to my works is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/~dark88poet"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/~dark88poet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll stop by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark88poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110410265710265033?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110410265710265033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110410265710265033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110410265710265033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110410265710265033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-wanted-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just wanted to let you know'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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-7374572.post-110409425147198457</id><published>2004-12-26T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T15:56:48.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Push And Be Pushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Although i have seen alot&lt;br /&gt;I know quite little&lt;br /&gt;That to me is a scary combination.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that in the "real" world, it does not matter how many books you've read, or how many songs you've sung, it is all about survival.&lt;br /&gt;And I ask, how is that any different from the life i live now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "my" world everywhere i turn someone spouting out lies and half truths, making a mockery of the life that they've been granted. but who am I to judge. I would be a hypocrite if i were to say that i am free from such limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where we go, no matter how hard we try to distance ourselves we are all the same. Ignorant to anyones feelings but our own and at times i wonder, is that so wrong. perhaps it is unkind of me to ask such a question, and if so, then i heartily apologize. But seriously how can we help others when we can barely stand on our own. Leaning on one another, hoping against hope that they will fall first so that we can be the victor in this on going game we call life. As i have said before, unfortunatly, we are all the same. And if you doubt me, look behind you and be ware, There's always someone looking to push you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person who told me the real world is all about survival is right. And in order for us to survive we must push lest we be pushed first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Be safe and Later Dayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;dark88poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Qoute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "I'll stab your back if you'll stab mine..." -- unkown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7374572-110409425147198457?l=darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110409425147198457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7374572&amp;postID=110409425147198457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110409425147198457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7374572/posts/default/110409425147198457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkpoetsblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/push-and-be-pushed.html' title='Push And Be Pushed'/><author><name>Danielle Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07544090639105329291</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></feed>
