<?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-5857385292120249279</id><updated>2012-01-25T13:53:31.589-05:00</updated><category term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>My Creativity Spoken Aloud...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-5872446515814150580</id><published>2011-10-21T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:58:13.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Gift</title><content type='html'>My days are filled with laughter,&lt;br /&gt;My days are filled with love,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blessed with such wonderful things&lt;br /&gt;I certainly feel His love from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen as they should,&lt;br /&gt;Things happen for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;Our life plays out God’s plan,&lt;br /&gt;And it certainly tis the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked you into my life&lt;br /&gt;He set our hearts to bind, &lt;br /&gt;I had finally given up looking,&lt;br /&gt;Then He revealed you at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set out on the path together&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts bound together with love,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t imagine my life without you&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been blessed from God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completed ~ 10/21/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-5872446515814150580?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/10/gods-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5872446515814150580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5872446515814150580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/10/gods-gift.html' title='God&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-7518486375903686407</id><published>2011-07-17T13:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:56:01.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight</title><content type='html'>By the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;I roam here and there,&lt;br /&gt;for I am everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats strong&lt;br /&gt;and my strides are long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;my dreams soar high&lt;br /&gt;and my spirit will fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;I can clearly see,&lt;br /&gt;for I am forever free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completed ~ 7/17/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-7518486375903686407?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/moonlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/7518486375903686407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/7518486375903686407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/moonlight.html' title='Moonlight'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-2978398595693796650</id><published>2010-10-14T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:56:15.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive? Alone &amp; Lost...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if I'm alive or dead&lt;br /&gt;contemplating the many thoughts running through my head&lt;br /&gt;always living my life on my own&lt;br /&gt;doing things that others condone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chitter, chatter, whispering voices behind my back&lt;br /&gt;pushing against my eardrum like a thumb tack&lt;br /&gt;but I keep on moving despite all the friction&lt;br /&gt;I keep pushing forward as if on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mission to find what I've always been searching for&lt;br /&gt;searching for that life of peacefulness and so much more&lt;br /&gt;moving forward, going backwards, turning round and round&lt;br /&gt;wanting so much for my soul to soar but feeling forever bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet feeling cold and alone inside my dark mind&lt;br /&gt;still wondering if I'm dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;the chitter chatter continues as fake smiles shine bright&lt;br /&gt;my eyes closing and losing all sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the whispers still pass through my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;forever feeling alone, forever feeling lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completed ~ 10/14/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-2978398595693796650?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/dead-or-alive-alone-lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/2978398595693796650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/2978398595693796650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/dead-or-alive-alone-lost.html' title='Dead or Alive? Alone &amp; Lost...'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-4007650809634680953</id><published>2010-06-09T16:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:56:50.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary Traveler</title><content type='html'>Trippin’ and stumblin’ through life&lt;br /&gt;Always striving to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Lost my way more than twice&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I’ve knelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation around every turn&lt;br /&gt;Calling my name, testing my strength&lt;br /&gt;Too many times I’ve been burned&lt;br /&gt;Causing my constant arm’s length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wall’s been built and guarded&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s now made of stone&lt;br /&gt;Always feeling disregarded&lt;br /&gt;Among all, I’m still alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one day I’ll find my way&lt;br /&gt;The way to my lost forsaken soul&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more games to play&lt;br /&gt;And no more losing control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the time will come&lt;br /&gt;To melt my heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;And the walls will then crumble&lt;br /&gt;And my soul will be as one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completed ~ 06/09/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-4007650809634680953?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/solitary-traveler.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4007650809634680953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4007650809634680953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/solitary-traveler.html' title='Solitary Traveler'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-3096577886801323438</id><published>2010-05-24T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:56:58.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing In The Clouds</title><content type='html'>I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Drift to a place high&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;With you, how profound&lt;br /&gt;Dancing beside me&lt;br /&gt;With your white wings&lt;br /&gt;Smiling so brightly&lt;br /&gt;Together again finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perception of time&lt;br /&gt;No longer binds&lt;br /&gt;My heart&amp;#39;s desire&lt;br /&gt;To take me higher&lt;br /&gt;To be beside you&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew&lt;br /&gt;How strongly I felt&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;No cares in my mind&lt;br /&gt;With you my soul shines&lt;br /&gt;Your wings flutter&lt;br /&gt;And the moves don&amp;#39;t matter&lt;br /&gt;Just to be here&lt;br /&gt;Just to be near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear escapes&lt;br /&gt;And the dream fades&lt;br /&gt;My heart grows heavy&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;#39;ll be a day&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;#39;ll find our way&lt;br /&gt;For our souls are bound&lt;br /&gt;And we&amp;#39;ll be dancing in the clouds…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 05.24.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-3096577886801323438?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-in-clouds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/3096577886801323438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/3096577886801323438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-in-clouds.html' title='Dancing In The Clouds'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-5806135949762219305</id><published>2009-11-28T23:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:57:08.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling With Fear</title><content type='html'>Fear is that constant fight&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating all that I am&lt;br /&gt;Pushing with all my might&lt;br /&gt;Struggling with who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear grabs a hold tightly&lt;br /&gt;Trying to conquer my soul&lt;br /&gt;Pulling ever so slightly&lt;br /&gt;To kill my spirit is the goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold me back&lt;br /&gt;Fear restricts my reach&lt;br /&gt;Like a full blown attack&lt;br /&gt;Draining my strength like a leech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripping away my sanity&lt;br /&gt;Stripping away my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Fear holds no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Constant feeling of helplessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to fight back&lt;br /&gt;Scared to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what I'll lack&lt;br /&gt;Fear is what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day living with fear&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Wiping away all my tears&lt;br /&gt;Never admitting defeat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 11.28.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-5806135949762219305?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/struggling-with-fear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5806135949762219305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5806135949762219305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/struggling-with-fear.html' title='Struggling With Fear'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-1764783704141647673</id><published>2009-11-23T19:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:57:15.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Of...</title><content type='html'>When you're not near&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Your voice I hear&lt;br /&gt;Whispering in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Confused and wondering&lt;br /&gt;If you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile brightens my life&lt;br /&gt;Though you may not know&lt;br /&gt;Eyes piercing life a knife&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dream of what could be&lt;br /&gt;Then wake and realize&lt;br /&gt;You were only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so far away&lt;br /&gt;Not close enough to touch&lt;br /&gt;Like that you'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;A heart I'll never find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completed ~ 11.23.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-1764783704141647673?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/1764783704141647673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/1764783704141647673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming-of.html' title='Dreaming Of...'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-3705441276956608516</id><published>2009-11-11T12:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:57:21.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cross I Bear</title><content type='html'>I still ask, why me?&lt;br /&gt;Lord, why was I spared?&lt;br /&gt;Was this meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;A frightening nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one fatal night&lt;br /&gt;Changed the lives of three.&lt;br /&gt;For one lost the fight,&lt;br /&gt;And now his soul is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other lost time&lt;br /&gt;And didn't know why&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be alive&lt;br /&gt;In the hospital he lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was me&lt;br /&gt;The only concious one&lt;br /&gt;Awake and alive at the scene&lt;br /&gt;In shock and wanting to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ordeal is long past&lt;br /&gt;But confusion still within.&lt;br /&gt;How long will this last?&lt;br /&gt;Will the pain always win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this Your wakeup call?&lt;br /&gt;From Heaven You reached down&lt;br /&gt;And as I began to fall&lt;br /&gt;Caught me before I hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was stubborn and never listened&lt;br /&gt;Blocked You out for so long&lt;br /&gt;My life's path a downward spin&lt;br /&gt;Knowing but never caring of my wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pushed and pulled&lt;br /&gt;At my heart from within&lt;br /&gt;Yet I was always fooled&lt;br /&gt;by the devil and sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;All three collide&lt;br /&gt;A life changing scare&lt;br /&gt;On that one fatal night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know then&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is only fair&lt;br /&gt;Forever pain without and within&lt;br /&gt;This is the Cross I must bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completed ~ 11.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-3705441276956608516?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/cross-i-bear.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/3705441276956608516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/3705441276956608516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/cross-i-bear.html' title='The Cross I Bear'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-4366643179106460101</id><published>2009-10-30T20:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:57:35.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Dreaming</title><content type='html'>My thoughts are taking control,&lt;br /&gt;And my emotions are taking their toll...&lt;br /&gt;My weary soul is screaming,&lt;br /&gt;While my heart is constantly dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion soon sets in,&lt;br /&gt;And I lose focus once again...&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;I can never seem to reach that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I'm almost there,&lt;br /&gt;And I've taken on all that I can bear...&lt;br /&gt;It happens so very quickly,&lt;br /&gt;That rug is yanked out again from beneath me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always seems as though,&lt;br /&gt;That once again I've reached a new low...&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm crawling on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Gathering my broken spirit piece by piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again my head starts to spin,&lt;br /&gt;And I let my thoughts and emotions win...&lt;br /&gt;My weary soul continues screaming,&lt;br /&gt;And all the while, my heart never stopped dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 10.30.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-4366643179106460101?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4366643179106460101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4366643179106460101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-dreaming.html' title='Still Dreaming'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-4217807699280452525</id><published>2009-10-28T14:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:57:40.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just You and Me...</title><content type='html'>You take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;With me, I want you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on that magic carpet ride,&lt;br /&gt;Leave everyone and all our cares behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No whispers, No stares...&lt;br /&gt;No responsibilities, no cares...&lt;br /&gt;Just you, me, and our passion,&lt;br /&gt;No talk or words, just actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding each other close,&lt;br /&gt;Cheek to cheek, nose to nose.&lt;br /&gt;Staring into each other's eyes,&lt;br /&gt;No excuses and no lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electricity pulsing through our touch,&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight, needing so much.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling each other's souls,&lt;br /&gt;While the world around us begins to unfold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts, through our eyes, intertwine.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like I'm running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;I sense us pulling apart,&lt;br /&gt;I can even feel it in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay in your arms for always,&lt;br /&gt;To watch your eyes dance for always,&lt;br /&gt;To kiss your lips for always,&lt;br /&gt;To feel your soul for always,&lt;br /&gt;And then I opened my eyes to awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 10.28.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-4217807699280452525?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4217807699280452525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4217807699280452525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-you-and-me.html' title='Just You and Me...'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-6339495693510818272</id><published>2009-10-24T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:57:45.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Journey</title><content type='html'>Never-ending it always seems&lt;br /&gt;time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming in this sea of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;wondering if it will ever end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on this merry-go-round,&lt;br /&gt;life spinning out of control,&lt;br /&gt;But to which I'm forever bound&lt;br /&gt;My mind, body, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being so lost.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping some day to finally be found,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter seems so far away,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and happiness too.&lt;br /&gt;Forever bound my heart will stay,&lt;br /&gt;Until this lonely journey is through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 10.24.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-6339495693510818272?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-journey_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/6339495693510818272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/6339495693510818272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-journey_24.html' title='This Journey'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-224853626036536314</id><published>2009-10-13T10:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:57:49.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>Sun rays&lt;br /&gt;flowing from outer space&lt;br /&gt;wash away my smile&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach&lt;br /&gt;to touch your cheek&lt;br /&gt;but you disappear&lt;br /&gt;now you're nowhere near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls&lt;br /&gt;and the wind calls&lt;br /&gt;but you don't hear&lt;br /&gt;the falling of my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits soar&lt;br /&gt;but deep in my core&lt;br /&gt;for you my heart burns&lt;br /&gt;and my soul still yearns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 10.13.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-224853626036536314?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/224853626036536314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/224853626036536314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-2841671056059318891</id><published>2009-10-12T00:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:57:55.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me, and Time...</title><content type='html'>You have:&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that seem to burn &lt;br /&gt;right through to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;And I begin to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have: &lt;br /&gt;a touch like electricity&lt;br /&gt;that sears through me.&lt;br /&gt;And I begin to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch my heart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have: &lt;br /&gt;a smile that blinds me&lt;br /&gt;yet lights my day.&lt;br /&gt;And I begin to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Can you warm my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew that it's:&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;the way you move, &lt;br /&gt;the way you feel,&lt;br /&gt;the way you groove,&lt;br /&gt;the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;the way you smell&lt;br /&gt;the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;if we're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;if you really love me.&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;if you are the one.&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;if you will run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 10.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-2841671056059318891?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-me-and-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/2841671056059318891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/2841671056059318891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-me-and-time.html' title='You, Me, and Time...'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-5811027420729703914</id><published>2009-10-07T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:58:02.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Confused"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had some thoughts written down after a break-up last year. I came up with this poem after re-reading those thoughts the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why you did what you did.&lt;br /&gt;How can you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;yet be so very cold?&lt;br /&gt;You act as if&lt;br /&gt;I never existed.&lt;br /&gt;I lost count&lt;br /&gt;with all the lies you told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve better,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were different.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long&lt;br /&gt;for your true colors to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were an angel&lt;br /&gt;from Heaven sent.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize&lt;br /&gt;it was just all in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Written ~ 10.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-5811027420729703914?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5811027420729703914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5811027420729703914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html' title='&quot;Confused&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-2877064723606443881</id><published>2009-10-07T11:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:58:07.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"When?"</title><content type='html'>In a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;Full of people&lt;br /&gt;And I'm screaming&lt;br /&gt;But no one looks&lt;br /&gt;No one hears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be seen&lt;br /&gt;I want to be carefree&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;I want to be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel&lt;br /&gt;The wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;The sun on my face&lt;br /&gt;The laughter on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The love in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ask...&lt;br /&gt;When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 09.30.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-2877064723606443881?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/when_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/2877064723606443881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/2877064723606443881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/when_07.html' title='&quot;When?&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-8675504911919830852</id><published>2009-10-01T22:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:58:46.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this poem in an old journal this past weekend. I don't even remember writing this one. Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies, arms wide&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of flying, instead of crying&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;fill my heart&lt;br /&gt;and my soul&lt;br /&gt;lonely no more&lt;br /&gt;my eyes dance, with excitement&lt;br /&gt;just for a moment&lt;br /&gt;by your side&lt;br /&gt;floating on air&lt;br /&gt;dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;fill my sleep&lt;br /&gt;and your smile&lt;br /&gt;lights my days&lt;br /&gt;with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;piercing through mine&lt;br /&gt;see straight into my soul&lt;br /&gt;no questions asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 06.21.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-8675504911919830852?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-found-this-poem-in-old-journal-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/8675504911919830852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/8675504911919830852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-found-this-poem-in-old-journal-this.html' title='&quot;You&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-8009273582046419618</id><published>2009-09-29T23:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:58:51.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you learn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decided to take a break from the old work and post a new one that I just wrote the other day. Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you learn to trust again&lt;br /&gt;When all your life you've been let down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you learn to smile again&lt;br /&gt;When all you can do lately is frown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you learn to laugh again&lt;br /&gt;When you don't want to make a sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you learn to live again&lt;br /&gt;When you can't even stand your ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you learn to love again&lt;br /&gt;When you feel your heart is still bound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Written ~ 09.29.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-8009273582046419618?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-can-you-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/8009273582046419618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/8009273582046419618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-can-you-learn.html' title='How can you learn?'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-415621901176676895</id><published>2009-09-29T23:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:58:56.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Confused</title><content type='html'>You were here and now you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Was it all just a dream?&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was a strong bond,&lt;br /&gt;was my mind playing tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;Nay, not my mind but instead my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used me and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;You moved on with your life without me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying again to be free.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still aches for you.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you're thinking of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I ever cross your mind at night?&lt;br /&gt;When you're lying in bed all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder why I didn't fight?&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if my heart was made of stone?&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I was playing with your mind?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you're really that blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what you needed.&lt;br /&gt;What else was I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;Even when I sat and pleaded&lt;br /&gt;Trying to show my feelings were true,&lt;br /&gt;I believe you would still be there...&lt;br /&gt;With you, my life I wanted to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 10.04.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-415621901176676895?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/415621901176676895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/415621901176676895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-confused.html' title='Lost &amp; Confused'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-4149054034727553376</id><published>2009-09-29T23:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:59:02.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Will You Be There?"</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel as though&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling down that rabbit hole.&lt;br /&gt;But what I really want to know,&lt;br /&gt;Is will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not always clear&lt;br /&gt;And I harbor so many fears&lt;br /&gt;And just as many tears.&lt;br /&gt;But will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to help me land?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there when I demand?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, will you just be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forks in the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my guide&lt;br /&gt;Helping me never lose sight.&lt;br /&gt;So will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart grows cold&lt;br /&gt;And my harsh opinions unfold&lt;br /&gt;And my tongue lashes grow bold...&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to help me land?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there when I demand?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, will you just be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I suffer from defeat&lt;br /&gt;When my body and soul is beat&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the need to retreat,&lt;br /&gt;Then will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need to be rescued&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I just need you...&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to help me land?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there when I demand?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, will you just be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 05.25.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-4149054034727553376?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4149054034727553376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4149054034727553376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-be-there.html' title='&quot;Will You Be There?&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-7315441312824713447</id><published>2009-09-29T23:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:59:09.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Written For M.F.</title><content type='html'>So many sacrifices you made for me&lt;br /&gt;but I was too blind and I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;how much you really loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face still haunts my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;remembering how hard you fought&lt;br /&gt;but back then to you, I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love you gave I threw away.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing more you could say&lt;br /&gt;to change my mind and make me stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others were there more oft than you,&lt;br /&gt;the times we spent together were so few,&lt;br /&gt;yet there was nothing more you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later I look back and realize this,&lt;br /&gt;that you and your love is what I truly miss.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything to have just one more kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be held in your arms just one more time,&lt;br /&gt;to stare into your eyes that were so kind,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish that once again you were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then your pleas were all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;And now, my tears I shed are the same.&lt;br /&gt;For our heartache, I am the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're just a distant memory, &lt;br /&gt;constantly reminding and taunting me.&lt;br /&gt;Too late, I now realize of what could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 04.04.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-7315441312824713447?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/written-for-mf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/7315441312824713447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/7315441312824713447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/written-for-mf.html' title='Written For M.F.'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-5555712671417562453</id><published>2009-09-29T19:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:59:14.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Realization"</title><content type='html'>I refuse to be caught up in the thought of you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My mind made you to be what I wanted you to be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever knew the real you.&lt;br /&gt;Only what you wanted me to know.&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what was truth and what was fiction.&lt;br /&gt;You pulled the strings of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Playing for your own satisfaction,&lt;br /&gt;All the while making me believe it was for mine.&lt;br /&gt;And when I wasn't looking, you disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this void in my life, wondering where you went.&lt;br /&gt;The longer you're gone, the stronger I become.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm wading through this sea of lonliness&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm surrounded by bodies.&lt;br /&gt;The smile on my face is fake,&lt;br /&gt;masking my true identity, my true self.&lt;br /&gt;The act I put on for the sake of others,&lt;br /&gt;Helps me through the bright days.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is forced even when my eyes are dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sees a happy shell,&lt;br /&gt;But yet it is cold inside.&lt;br /&gt;And the chill is sometimes unbearable;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I cower away from the warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind the smile and the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I walk through life on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 04.03.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-5555712671417562453?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5555712671417562453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5555712671417562453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/realization.html' title='&quot;Realization&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-573353563227657328</id><published>2009-09-29T19:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:59:19.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm So Over You"</title><content type='html'>I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the tears away&lt;br /&gt;Drink in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick my head up&lt;br /&gt;Clear my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough&lt;br /&gt;I realize we're through&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to move forth&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Let life take its course&lt;br /&gt;No more will I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over those eyes that dance&lt;br /&gt;Each time you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;Over those working hands&lt;br /&gt;That held me so gently &lt;br /&gt;But I'm so over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over your rough raspy voice&lt;br /&gt;I could listen to all night&lt;br /&gt;Over your kisses so moist&lt;br /&gt;How your lips felt so right.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm so over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is now free&lt;br /&gt;My smile is so bright&lt;br /&gt;My eyes clearly see&lt;br /&gt;My heart is healed right&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so over you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 04.04.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-573353563227657328?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-over-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/573353563227657328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/573353563227657328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-over-you.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m So Over You&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-4495954543700666188</id><published>2009-09-28T09:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:59:24.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"For My Friend..."</title><content type='html'>Remember the days&lt;br /&gt;where we laughed so hard&lt;br /&gt;that we cried.&lt;br /&gt;Where we laid in the grass&lt;br /&gt;to watch clouds float by.&lt;br /&gt;Not a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on shooting stars, &lt;br /&gt;climbing trees,&lt;br /&gt;wishing we could fly,&lt;br /&gt;the twinkle in our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and mischievouness in our grins.&lt;br /&gt;When love was so simple&lt;br /&gt;and life was so full.&lt;br /&gt;Running free like the wind&lt;br /&gt;with the sun on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;Pain was only physical&lt;br /&gt;instead of so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;We were no longer children&lt;br /&gt;the moment you first kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;All innocence is lost now&lt;br /&gt;since the years have passed.&lt;br /&gt;We've grown our separate ways,&lt;br /&gt;yet the friendship still remained.&lt;br /&gt;You've since moved on from this plane,&lt;br /&gt;But I still meet you in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you rest high above &lt;br /&gt;watching and looking over me,&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that I'll never forget,&lt;br /&gt;in my heart you'll always be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;In Memory of Cory Fye&lt;BR&gt;Written ~ 03.27.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-4495954543700666188?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4495954543700666188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4495954543700666188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-my-friend.html' title='&quot;For My Friend...&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-5943089765842546701</id><published>2009-09-27T18:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:59:32.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fear"</title><content type='html'>I feel as if I'm drowning&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch my breath...&lt;br /&gt;Struggling...&lt;br /&gt;Only to be pulled further under.&lt;br /&gt;Confusion has set in.&lt;br /&gt;Pain has always been there&lt;br /&gt;But now is unbearable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only escape used to be&lt;br /&gt;My own dream world.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's creeping,&lt;br /&gt;seeping through into my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;Now I awake&lt;br /&gt;With tears on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;And fear in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that you'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to turn around&lt;br /&gt;And find that all is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering through this world&lt;br /&gt;Like a lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;Passing through other lives&lt;br /&gt;Never finding one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much chaos&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot be found.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I know&lt;br /&gt;This was how it's going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Just to get through the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to shake the fear,&lt;br /&gt;The confusion...&lt;br /&gt;The pain...&lt;br /&gt;The aching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ache and yearn,&lt;br /&gt;Yearn to be found.&lt;br /&gt;Yearn to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;Yearn to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;Yearn to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Yearn to be something to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am still invisible.&lt;br /&gt;You see right through me&lt;br /&gt;As if I don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;I bared my soul&lt;br /&gt;Only to get pain in return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 03.27.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-5943089765842546701?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5943089765842546701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/5943089765842546701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear.html' title='&quot;Fear&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-1206807863793085580</id><published>2009-09-26T09:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:59:37.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>"Lost"</title><content type='html'>As I roam, in this world all alone,&lt;br /&gt;The battle rages on, and my soul is the pawn.&lt;br /&gt;Where love is lost; and you paid the cost.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're above, with wings of love,&lt;br /&gt;Looking down on me; wandering free...&lt;br /&gt;With guilt weighing me down, I cannot be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the battle rages on, my soul still the pawn.&lt;br /&gt;I struggle every day, searching for my way.&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer by my side; and many tears I have cried.&lt;br /&gt;To the heavens I yell, asking why it was you that fell.&lt;br /&gt;I was blind and couldn't see, what really was in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the battle rages on, with my soul still the pawn.&lt;br /&gt;I roam the streets at night, searching for the light...&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly I felt free, as He quietly spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the heavens He came, calling me home by name.&lt;br /&gt;And then all of a sudden I knew, what I was left here to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the battle is done, and my soul has been won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 01.10.07&lt;br /&gt;This one is one of my favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-1206807863793085580?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/1206807863793085580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/1206807863793085580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html' title='&quot;Lost&quot;'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-4441643552600762062</id><published>2009-09-26T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T13:59:49.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>So I used to write poetry back in high school. I had a lot of great writings that even my English teacher approved of. However, I made the mistake of rendering my notebook full of poetry to a friend for criticism. I never got it back and as far as I know is still lost to this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I've written a few here and there, but I never wrote as much as I did in high school. I've since gathered the few writings that I currently have and they are stored together in a journal.  I'm going to share some old ones over the next few days....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring into space&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;The boy in baby blue,&lt;br /&gt;Of how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;And how you're trying to steal&lt;br /&gt;My heart away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look into those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't take me long to realize&lt;br /&gt;That everything I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;What my heart was yearning for&lt;br /&gt;I found, was not that far away&lt;br /&gt;And all I needed one day&lt;br /&gt;Was to open my eyes and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 07/21/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Here's another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And let my mind&lt;br /&gt;Take me to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;Where things are the same&lt;br /&gt;Away from all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Where there are no more tears&lt;br /&gt;And you are always near&lt;br /&gt;Where love is for always&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just a phase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/302/82F768CB7A7DDA40D50F1069E43DFFD4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Written ~ 07/22/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-4441643552600762062?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/untitled-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4441643552600762062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/4441643552600762062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/untitled-thoughts.html' title='Untitled Thoughts....'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857385292120249279.post-1385525566449812193</id><published>2009-09-25T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:26:29.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Begins...</title><content type='html'>I've created this blog because I was inspired by a twitter friend, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SmoothBiker"&gt;Fred aka SmoothBiker&lt;/a&gt;, who had separate blogs for &lt;a href="http://rollingprose.blogspot.com/"&gt;his ramblings&lt;/a&gt; and for &lt;a href="http://easyriderramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;his poetry&lt;/a&gt;.  Since I love sharing my poems after I finish writing them, I figured, what the hey, why not create a separate blog for just my own poems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post is not of one of my poems however, but of a poem that I came across a few years back that inspired to try to start writing poetry again, among other things in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting up some of my poetry in the next few days and hopefully I can get to writing some new ones soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Quit" by Jill Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the tide is lowest,&lt;br /&gt;For it's just about to turn;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit over doubts and questions,&lt;br /&gt;For there is something you may learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the night is darkest,&lt;br /&gt;For it's just a while 'til dawn;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when you've run the farthest,&lt;br /&gt;For the race is almost won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the hill is steepest,&lt;br /&gt;For your goal is almost nigh;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit, for you're not a failure,&lt;br /&gt;Until you fail to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857385292120249279-1385525566449812193?l=partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/1385525566449812193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857385292120249279/posts/default/1385525566449812193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://partygurlepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It Begins...'/><author><name>Maria H</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105242971659811692376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUADUXyq6Jc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/lg5OI1w2xkM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
