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                <title>your Ra no more</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 21:28:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lost in time,<br />Not there anymore,<br />Seems to you,<br />I'm a bit of a bore,<br />So throw me away,<br />Forget my existence,<br />Despite my resistance.<br />I'm deleted and faded away,<br />The price I payed,<br />No statements were made,<br />Things did not go as planed,<br />I don't understand,<br />No more words to say,<br />You threw me away,<br />No longer your Ra to claim,<br />I'm not sure who to blame.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>Him</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 23:33:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'd like to tell you how happy I am to have met you,<br />
I'd like to tell you how much I like you,<br />
I'd like to show you how different you are,<br />
I'd like to show you how special you are to me,<br />
I'd like to show you exactly how much you make me smile,<br />
I'd like to tell you how nervous I was when you asked me out,<br />
I'd like to tell you that I'm glad you were nevous too,<br />
I'd like to tell you that the time I've spent with you has been awesome,<br />
I'd like to tell you that I want to spend more time with you,<br />
I'd like to tell you that you're a dream come true,<br />
I'd like to tell you that you mean a lot to me,<br />
I'd like to tell you that I thought I'd be scared of likeing someone again, but you make it so easy,<br />
I'd like to tell you that I really trust you,<br />
I'd like to tell you that I think you are amazing,<br />
I'd like to let you know that I think about you a lot,<br />
I'd like to tell you so many things, <br />
I just don't think words are enough to express them.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>What am I doing?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2006 09:45:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Have you ever just sat back and thought about your life, your world?  I tried to do that today to find stuff out about myself but realized that I always think about it.  It's like second nature to me.  I'm Lazy, I'm artistic, I probably eat too much, I think too much and I don't get enough sleep.  I have great friends yet somehow I feel alone.  People say that college is supposed to be the best time in your life, in that case life kind of sucks.  I'm not happy even though I probably should be.  I think I've forgotten how to be truly happy.  I'm not satisfied with what I have, yet I have a lot of things going for me.  Are we as humans ever satisfied?  We always want more, bigger, better things.  Why can't we just be content with what we have?  We are told to dream big, and shoot for the stars.  Does this make us think that what we have isn't good enough for us?  Most of us have a warm bed to sleep in, a place to go for shelter, plenty of food to eat, family and friends yet we still find things wrong in our lives.  Why do we always have to look at the negative things in life while the positive are clearly right in front of our faces?  Why arent these things enough for me?  Am I missing some important memo?  Did I forget to take a train?  Have I grown up to fast or maybe not fast enough? I shouldn't feel like I have to struggle thru each day just to get to the next.  Things will be awesome tomorrow only if I get there I say.  Nothing like that seems to come.  Something needs to happen or change, because I don't want to feel this way for the rest of my life.  I just don't know what to change, how to or even where to start...I don't want to feel numb anymore..... ]]></description>
                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>An idea of dreams...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 22:43:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If a tear could speak a thousand words this tear, yes this very tear would speak of the dreary confusion of life.  It would speak of a love that has waited possibly to long for hope.  One that has lost touch, but the bearer of the tear still feels the love wanting to burst out of her very soul.  She has not heard from her love in weeks....Just a gesture that he is alright, nothing telling her of how he feels or if he still indeed loves her.  No sign of wanting to hear her voice or hold her in his arms.  Nothing.  Her heart is ever pained by this word love.  Is it so hard to find?  She could swear this time it is something different, this time it is something special....but look where it has taken her.  To tears her eyes come yet again.  How can she be so blind?  Is there any hope for any relationship for this wounded soul?  Is there no cure for the pain?  Or are there just more blades for the cutting of her heart?  She cradles her head in her cold hands and weeps.  Her heart keeps on calling, her brain thinks too much.  Is there such a thing as love for this soul, or is it an idea of dreams?  Her soul is caught in emotional limbo.  Every thought of proving he loves her, but his actions no longer show any sign.  Is he scared?  What is on his mind?  She wonders....She can't help it.  He is exactly what she's been looking so long for, but she is helpless against what is going on now.  What is she to do?  There is nothing that reassures her already been broken heart.  Is she being paranoid? Only talking to him will reveal the truth, but he speaks no words.....oh if he were to only talk to her she could be reassured or she could move on with her life.....but even talking to him starts to seem like an idea in a dream.  How did she let this happen?  She let herself fall so easily, yet so did he, or so he told her.  Only time will tell, but with time her heart breaks more and more.  He may not know it...He may not realize what he's doing.  For her sake I hope he does not.  I hope that he loves her still....I hope that these things will work out for them and not just be an idea in a dream..... ]]></description>
                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>inner screams</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2006 23:49:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Screams come in many forms, but it's the enternal screams that seem to haunt my drewery hours.  Thoes oh so dark times when all I want to do is scream.....but I can't......I just sit here in the dark....waiting.... ]]></description>
                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>lost love...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 13:17:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ She wanted this to end.  Her heart was yearning to love him, to hold him in her arms again and to feel loved again.  Her life hadn't been easy before him, but still hadn't changed.  She found herself thinking about him every moment.  No thought was without him, but now she felt more lost than ever. There was an acking in her heart once again, and she couldn't do anything about it.  He was still on her mind and every moment she wished he would call, or find a way to her doorstep to tell her he loved her.  She knew in her heart it wouldn't happen that way.  He hadn't shown that attitude before, so there probably be no change.  She had lost someone before, and the endless pain that came from it.  The pain she felt now from this boy was added.  Her nose kept remembering the way that he smelled and her hands remembered the touch of his, her eyes his smile.  She wondered if she had done something wrong, of didn't do something that he needed her to do.  She wanted them both back, she knew that she couldn't have one untill after the greatest pain and the end of her life, but the other had his choice.  How long does she have to wait to hear him say he misses her or he loves her, or doesn't he?  How long untill she knows for sure... ]]></description>
                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>broken glass, broken heart</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 20:19:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ He asks so much...<br />
But hears so little...<br />
The table shakes...<br />
A glass breaks on the floor...<br />
<br />
 *SMASH*<br />
<br />
The glass breaks....<br />
Peices of me on the floor...<br />
My head on the rug...<br />
My heart on the tile....<br />
My fingers by the door...<br />
<br />
My mouth screams from under the table...<br />
As the peices of my shattered soul are swept up and thrown away...<br />
<br />
My eye lands next to a used Kleenex....<br />
My nose by a rotten tomato...<br />
Peices of my heart fall to the bottom...<br />
<br />
The bag is lifted....<br />
peices of my heart slide through to freedom...<br />
Then my eye....<br />
My nose follows...<br />
A peice of my heart is left behind..........<br />
<br />
Glass lays in a gravel alley.......<br />
Watch your step................................... ]]></description>
                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>an everyday occurance...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2005 19:08:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Painful stinging rings from the core of my body.  I have been deigned once again....not by any conscious choice, but just by sure action of people.  I'm not one to fit in all places, not one to easily maneuver into the hearts of all....I'd like to think I am some days, but who really knows the result?  I can not tell you, you can not tell me.....I'm missing a chunk of me....it fell somewhere along the difficult road.  I'm open, bleeding.  A tear falls from my lonely eyes, just moments I was gazing into someone elses....but now he's gone....taken a piece of me.....The warm liquid runs down my cheeks as if to comfort...but no such peace is given.  No resolution has been made.  No comfort to quiet the loud beatings of my aching heart.  To what solution does this end with?  I yearn for a hand, for this person I have in my brain, in my very being to walk into my life and save me from this mess that I am.  But alas, with each passing day, it seems more and more like just a silly dream..... ]]></description>
                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>be a kid again...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2005 23:33:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Don't you wish it you were back in the good ole' days, when we were all little kids and our biggest worry was when our ice cream was melting too fast, or losing a tooth?  Back in the days were just playing with friends was good enough for you, and about anything could be made into something fun, back when we didn't know a thing about UV rays, or the ozone layer....To thoes days where everything was so....simple.....I do sometimes....when you could just be a kid, and not have to worry about 'grown up' things....<br />
<br />
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                <author>~MysteriousDreams</author>
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                <title>hello</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 21:38:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just a little writing to keep the hours moving,<br />
hoping to get this boring life grooving, <br />
get over this boring slump,<br />
move away from this boring dump,<br />
soooooooo I can live my life again.<br />
<br />
<br />
I have no idea....don't ask....lol<br />
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