<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:04:34.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's Writings...</title><subtitle type='html'>Things that I have personally written. SO DON'T STEAL THEM!!!!! Feel free to e-mail me at Lisavolley41387@aol.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-107327134275883967</id><published>2004-01-04T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:57:19.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;I MOVED MY SITE. IT'S NOW LOCATED &lt;a href="http://undying-pain.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-107327134275883967?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/107327134275883967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/107327134275883967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107327134275883967' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-106428017513713710</id><published>2003-09-22T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T20:22:55.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;(No title yet)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written 9-22-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me without saying good-bye&lt;br /&gt;The day you left, I didn't cry&lt;br /&gt;I held all my pain inside&lt;br /&gt;On that day that you died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold tears fall on the floor&lt;br /&gt;As I read over your note once more&lt;br /&gt;Your blood on the paper has dried&lt;br /&gt;And this is when I begin to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days I cried for you&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to believe anything was true&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but blame myself&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss your cry for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit in school,&lt;br /&gt;Writing this poem for you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that none of it was true,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have told me how you felt&lt;br /&gt;You could have told me you needed help&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself for not knowing,&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself for the emotions I wasn't showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your wake, I held in my tears,&lt;br /&gt;I needed you to comfort me fears&lt;br /&gt;I always went to you when I needed to cry&lt;br /&gt;How could my best friend not say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I didn't call 5 minutes to late,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those 5 minutes could have changed your fate&lt;br /&gt;Now that my best friend is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing but alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-106428017513713710?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106428017513713710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106428017513713710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106428017513713710' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-106324359949960941</id><published>2003-09-10T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:26:39.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Simple Mistake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-10-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad day ruined it all&lt;br /&gt;First I stumble, than I fall&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think twice&lt;br /&gt;But the stinging felt so nice&lt;br /&gt;I griped the razor without a thought&lt;br /&gt;Whispering, "It's all his fault"&lt;br /&gt;Making my pain disappear&lt;br /&gt;As my skin began to tear&lt;br /&gt;I watched as the blood covered my skin&lt;br /&gt;And I went over it again&lt;br /&gt;Then my hand began to shake&lt;br /&gt;As I realized my mistake&lt;br /&gt;So I put the knife away&lt;br /&gt;And thought about the mistake I just made&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the corner and cried&lt;br /&gt;And stared at my blood as it dried&lt;br /&gt;With just a slight stumble,&lt;br /&gt;My whole world began to crumble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-106324359949960941?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106324359949960941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106324359949960941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106324359949960941' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-106271702386361236</id><published>2003-09-04T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T18:10:23.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;untitled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-3-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you smile at me,&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts&lt;br /&gt;When your soft lips touch mine,&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for your touch&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't go a day without talking to you&lt;br /&gt;And every night I wish you felt the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes look into mine,&lt;br /&gt;My knees go weak&lt;br /&gt;When your hand touches me,&lt;br /&gt;I smile inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for your touch&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't go a day without talking to you&lt;br /&gt;And every night I wish you felt the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;Some things I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was much easier,&lt;br /&gt;To say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;                      -8:41 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-106271702386361236?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106271702386361236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106271702386361236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106271702386361236' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-106144022094159976</id><published>2003-08-20T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T23:30:20.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Feelings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-20-03 9:12 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't, I can't be what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;No longer can I smile, pretending to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I hear, I hear all the names you call me&lt;br /&gt;Stop hurting me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't, I can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;I hear, I hear all the fighting&lt;br /&gt;And I break down from all the lieing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't, I can't keep writing about you&lt;br /&gt;And all the evil things that you do&lt;br /&gt;I hear, I hear nothing that is true&lt;br /&gt;All your lies seep through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish I wasn't here&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't be able to shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;I want, I want to end all my fears&lt;br /&gt;And stop the dark years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish I would die&lt;br /&gt;No more bothering asking, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;I want, I want to watch you cry&lt;br /&gt;So you could know what I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish it wasn't this way&lt;br /&gt;Because I can no longer stay&lt;br /&gt;I want, I want to go away&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll all end in a few more days...&lt;br /&gt;9:24 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-106144022094159976?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106144022094159976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106144022094159976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106144022094159976' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-10613203735140722</id><published>2003-08-19T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T14:12:53.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;untitled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-6-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are above my head&lt;br /&gt;I've been beaten so severely I'm almost dead&lt;br /&gt;Bruises have formed&lt;br /&gt;My skin is torn&lt;br /&gt;Blood drips from my lip&lt;br /&gt;My heart beat begins to skip&lt;br /&gt;As my body burns with pain&lt;br /&gt;My trust will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Tears begin to form in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;As he continues to tell me more lies&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he's sorry&lt;br /&gt;And that he really does love me&lt;br /&gt;But I look away,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the better days&lt;br /&gt;He kisses my lips softly&lt;br /&gt;And whispers in my ear, "We were meant to be."&lt;br /&gt;When a tear falls down my cheek, he gets mad&lt;br /&gt;He stands up and grabs my hands&lt;br /&gt;My body shakes with each strike he takes&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if my bones will break&lt;br /&gt;I cannot breath,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;My skin is red&lt;br /&gt;As it begins to bleed again&lt;br /&gt;Will this pain never end?&lt;br /&gt;When will my wounds mend?&lt;br /&gt;I don't let him see me cry&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how much I try,&lt;br /&gt;A single tear always seems to escape from my eye&lt;br /&gt;But I hold all of my pain inside&lt;br /&gt;He grabs my hair and stares at me&lt;br /&gt;He kisses my lips as they start to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I look deep into his eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the pain he feels inside,&lt;br /&gt;The lies that he's been told,&lt;br /&gt;Since he was a little boy&lt;br /&gt;The hurt he feels in his heart,&lt;br /&gt;When his feelings were being ripped apart&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he's sorry, but we can never be&lt;br /&gt;And once again he kisses me and then he leaves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-10613203735140722?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/10613203735140722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/10613203735140722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#10613203735140722' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-106063654741084247</id><published>2003-08-11T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T16:15:47.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;untitled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-8-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown eyes filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;Soft pink lips whispering your name&lt;br /&gt;Crimson tears begin to fall&lt;br /&gt;But you aren't there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears hurt my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My ears burn from your lies&lt;br /&gt;Innocent thoughts no longer run through my head&lt;br /&gt;My happiness is now dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothes I wear are nothing but black&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is something I still lack&lt;br /&gt;You ripped my heart out of my chest&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sad and depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love was never true&lt;br /&gt;I've been through Hell because of you&lt;br /&gt;I knew we wouldn't last&lt;br /&gt;I knew we moved things too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used and abused me&lt;br /&gt;Beat me to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Tore my body apart&lt;br /&gt;And ripped out my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we're now apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-106063654741084247?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106063654741084247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106063654741084247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106063654741084247' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-106054773617507998</id><published>2003-08-10T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T15:35:36.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Broken Trust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-2-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sharp pain stings my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Burning tears fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been broken&lt;br /&gt;A large lump forms in my throat&lt;br /&gt;His yelling hurts my ears&lt;br /&gt;A hands raises and hits my face&lt;br /&gt;I crumble to the floor&lt;br /&gt;A boot meets my rins&lt;br /&gt;I gasp for air&lt;br /&gt;Blood runs from my face&lt;br /&gt;And then he leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay on the cold floor&lt;br /&gt;I shiver with fear&lt;br /&gt;I hurt with pain&lt;br /&gt;Standing up on my weak legs,&lt;br /&gt;I slowly wakl to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Bending over the toilet, I vomit&lt;br /&gt;Washing my face with cold water&lt;br /&gt;The shock of it all runs through my body&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are filled with hate&lt;br /&gt;I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stare at my bruised face&lt;br /&gt;They thinkg I'm nothing but a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;I wear a sweater, to hide the marks he left on my arm&lt;br /&gt;I hide from the world,&lt;br /&gt;Retract into my own corner&lt;br /&gt;Depression falls over me&lt;br /&gt;I can't look anyone in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;The bruises have healed,&lt;br /&gt;The cuts are gone&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is wounded&lt;br /&gt;And I no longer trust anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-106054773617507998?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106054773617507998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106054773617507998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106054773617507998' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-106037259724721056</id><published>2003-08-08T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T14:56:37.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Repeating Process&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-2-03  2:29 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up all alone&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an empty home&lt;br /&gt;Breathing sharp intakes of air&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and twirling my hair&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank wall&lt;br /&gt;Wishing he would call&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping he'll see we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Napping as the day goes by&lt;br /&gt;Breathing quickly as I start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Waking up all alone&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an empty home&lt;br /&gt;Breathing sharp intakes of air&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and twirling my hair&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank wall&lt;br /&gt;Wishing he would call&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping he'll see we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping as the day comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and repeat the process over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-106037259724721056?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106037259724721056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106037259724721056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106037259724721056' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-106028329805070430</id><published>2003-08-07T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T14:08:18.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Want To Tell You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-3-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wish I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;But the words won't come out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wish you could know&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with you all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you about everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you about every new thought that I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you all about my life&lt;br /&gt;The ups, the downs, and my &lt;i&gt;"Subtle Knife"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you all the things I did and didn't do&lt;br /&gt;I mostly just want to tell you that I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-106028329805070430?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106028329805070430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/106028329805070430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106028329805070430' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-105971965694924487</id><published>2003-08-01T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T01:34:16.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be able to post anything tomorrow through Wednesday or maybe Thursday because I'm gonna be bored out of my mind at my grandparents' house. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-105971965694924487?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105971965694924487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105971965694924487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105971965694924487' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-105968181349704250</id><published>2003-07-31T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T15:03:33.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;untitled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-11-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool steel cutting across my pale skin&lt;br /&gt;Tears of red begin to drip&lt;br /&gt;A temporary relief&lt;br /&gt;A short high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool steel grazes my skin&lt;br /&gt;As I hold the object with a tighter grip&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is only brief&lt;br /&gt;I press deeper into the red line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breath a heavy sigh&lt;br /&gt;And watch the red liquid fall&lt;br /&gt;But it can't always be this way&lt;br /&gt;As I cut into my vein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels so good, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I sleep, dreaming of it all&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish this feeling could stay&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling always goes away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-105968181349704250?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105968181349704250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105968181349704250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105968181349704250' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-105960238439289149</id><published>2003-07-30T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T16:59:44.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-17-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like you don't give a shit&lt;br /&gt;You're such a good for nothing prick&lt;br /&gt;You're like an itch that won't go away&lt;br /&gt;A good dream that won't stay&lt;br /&gt;A jackass that lies&lt;br /&gt;A sonofabitch that makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;You're a stranger from another land&lt;br /&gt;A bastard, not willing to lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;You are my father; I am your daughter&lt;br /&gt;But we have one another&lt;br /&gt;You're like a plague upon this earth,&lt;br /&gt;The pain when giving birth&lt;br /&gt;The heat from a fire,&lt;br /&gt;A hole in a tire&lt;br /&gt;You are everything bad&lt;br /&gt;You are everything that makes me mad&lt;br /&gt;You aren't anything good&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I never understood&lt;br /&gt;You are death upon a baby&lt;br /&gt;You are someone that isn't willing to save me&lt;br /&gt;You are everything bad that I know&lt;br /&gt;You are everything that I wish wasn't so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-105960238439289149?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105960238439289149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105960238439289149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105960238439289149' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-105951623619646358</id><published>2003-07-29T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T17:03:56.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Repeating Process&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-2-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up all alone&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an empty home&lt;br /&gt;Breathing sharp intakes of air&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and twirling my hair&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank wall&lt;br /&gt;Wishing he would call&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping he'll see we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Napping as the day goes by&lt;br /&gt;Breathing quickly as I start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Waking up all alone&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an empty home&lt;br /&gt;Breathing sharp intakes of air&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and twirling my hair&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank wall&lt;br /&gt;Wishing he would call&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping he'll see we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping as the day comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and repeat the process over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-105951623619646358?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105951623619646358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105951623619646358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105951623619646358' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-105928831863294532</id><published>2003-07-27T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:45:18.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deleted all of the poems I had posted and will start posting newer ones Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-105928831863294532?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105928831863294532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/105928831863294532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105928831863294532' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-93281355</id><published>2003-04-26T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T00:05:59.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/junkiequiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/writer.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what kind of junkie are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146626-93281355?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/93281355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/93281355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93281355' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146626.post-89066339</id><published>2003-02-13T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T20:13:48.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Man, what the Hell is &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; supposed to mean!!!!!!!!!!!!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034020171_cturesqnot.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are not a writer. Maybe you should take up some&lt;br&gt;other field--like photography or painting or&lt;br&gt;such? Cuz it seems you really weren't meant for&lt;br&gt;the literary world.....&lt;br /&gt;...Oh well. C'est la vie, right? We all have our&lt;br&gt;weak points. Maybe writing's yours, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shrike/quizzes/What's%20YOUR%20Writing%20Style%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's YOUR Writing Style?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&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/4146626-89066339?l=lillisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/89066339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146626/posts/default/89066339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lillisa.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89066339' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15933255060287960907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oeohl6pfxoU/Smdnnkd821I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ziJ4GT56v8c/S220/l_14ef6760e3824234bb8ff8207f568845.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
