<?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-7038148473225827729</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:57:34.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X - the deep dark SECRET</title><subtitle type='html'>Playing with fire..&lt;br&gt;
Dont dare judge...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-7402561997714243510</id><published>2010-11-13T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:36:28.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begging Is Something I Do Not Do.</title><content type='html'>I love you, even tho its all one sided&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you may come around.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not&lt;br /&gt;But one can always hope.&lt;br /&gt;I do what I can to make you want me.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you every second of my day.&lt;br /&gt;You say you do too, but how can I know for sure?&lt;br /&gt;Say you feel the same, but your not good with words -&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how: I. Love. You.&lt;br /&gt;Three simple words.&lt;br /&gt;They're hard enough to say.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I dont give them away easily.&lt;br /&gt;It took me forever to muster up the courage&lt;br /&gt;To face possible rejection, humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;But I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im young, Im immature. That is still no excuse&lt;br /&gt;To be stuck in a rut, living in the past&lt;br /&gt;Of hurts from former loves.&lt;br /&gt;You blame me for their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;You put me in the box they built.&lt;br /&gt;A box that held things that hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;But they built it for themselves. Not for me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me build my own little box that I can fit inside.&lt;br /&gt;A box you'll like.&lt;br /&gt;A box you'll keep.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;Keep me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you.&lt;br /&gt;Love me back.&lt;br /&gt;Ive never begged anyone for anything.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm begging you now.&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;br /&gt;And if you cant,&lt;br /&gt;Then let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-7402561997714243510?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/7402561997714243510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=7402561997714243510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's an empty space in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's never been filled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder now if it'll ever be -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried this and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing, then the next thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like I'll write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About darkness smothering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bloody red tears, just dripping - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the empty space is still there, consuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a muggy grey cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That cant be filled, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With posessions, people, things - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even happy friends, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm in company I'm still alone, quietly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could ingore it, quite easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More often than not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my mind back to sharp focus always brings -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The silence that is my unique mortality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The silence that is, simply, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-579249117560087211?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/579249117560087211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=579249117560087211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/579249117560087211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/579249117560087211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2010/08/simply-me.html' title='Simply Me'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-7015528641075509746</id><published>2009-11-13T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:37:33.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because</title><content type='html'>When I die&lt;br /&gt;Ill haunt you when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;You’ll know I’m there.&lt;br /&gt;The icy breath on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;Will chill your warm beating heart&lt;br /&gt;And comfort you in your silent sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;Not a breath from my cold lips&lt;br /&gt;And you hold my memory secretly dear&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there.&lt;br /&gt;In the cold light of the winter dawn&lt;br /&gt;In the untainted nights snow fall&lt;br /&gt;The unexplained footprints’ll bring you peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m under the frozen earth&lt;br /&gt;But a whispering memory over the hills&lt;br /&gt;The strength of your heart will keep me there&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow over the moon&lt;br /&gt;In the mist outside your window at night&lt;br /&gt;You’ll cry for me, but feel ever so near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your ghost, your lucky charm&lt;br /&gt;More with you than ever before&lt;br /&gt;If you miss me, just cry&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there in your tears&lt;br /&gt;Telling you stories as old as the hills&lt;br /&gt;Telling you tales of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m always there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-7015528641075509746?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/7015528641075509746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=7015528641075509746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/7015528641075509746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/7015528641075509746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2009/11/because.html' title='Because'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-1503896639581589707</id><published>2009-10-24T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:57:04.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I dont know why I wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eatting my heart out bite by painful bite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have everything to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evermore, served up my tender heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a plate, fork and knive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gently beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why I stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plucking the stings of my mind like a violin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savor the sweet scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll silence soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know where to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stitches holding my heart together unraveling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crying crimson, pleading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gasping, collapsing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-1503896639581589707?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/1503896639581589707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-6734781384040269175</id><published>2009-09-23T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:50:47.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;New song... fresh off the brain cells. Probably needs some tweaking but yeah... this is how it stands as of now. No music but the melody's all there in the grey matter... just need some good prof help to get it ground out and put to good use...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Echoing off the walls&lt;br /&gt;Whispering in my shattered mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hands&lt;br /&gt;In my hair&lt;br /&gt;I want them there&lt;br /&gt;I… want… you… here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what they said&lt;br /&gt;Those words they burn me&lt;br /&gt;Scarring my ears&lt;br /&gt;I, I cant believe&lt;br /&gt;That your not there&lt;br /&gt;Your just sleeping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me when you wake up…&lt;br /&gt;I know your just sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Call me when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;Though they don’t believe me&lt;br /&gt;I know your there&lt;br /&gt;I know your there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the wounds&lt;br /&gt;I saw you fall&lt;br /&gt;I felt the darkness as if I were you&lt;br /&gt;But that I was&lt;br /&gt;And we were one&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people shouldn’t I be the one&lt;br /&gt;To know that they’re wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call me when you wake up…&lt;br /&gt;Please, I know your just sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Call me when you wake up…&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I cant find you&lt;br /&gt;Call me when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;I know your just sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Call me when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;They don’t believe me,&lt;br /&gt;But I know your there&lt;br /&gt;I know your there…&lt;br /&gt;Please… be there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-6734781384040269175?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/6734781384040269175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=6734781384040269175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/6734781384040269175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/6734781384040269175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2009/09/call.html' title='Call'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-7423219407502714008</id><published>2009-05-28T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:29:42.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Courtesan´s Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She hides the fact that she can love... hides the pain that that freedom left behind... hides it with the mask of courtesan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter observers&lt;br /&gt;Fill out the ranks&lt;br /&gt;Ques as far as the eye can see&lt;br /&gt;Dim red lights -&lt;br /&gt;Sensual? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;All impatiently waiting for the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These foolish men&lt;br /&gt;The game I play&lt;br /&gt;All vying for this heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking they´ll succeed?&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&lt;br /&gt;But they´ll all have their turns in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she lay,&lt;br /&gt;The tight corsetté&lt;br /&gt;Bossoms with sexual tension heaving&lt;br /&gt;She loves the game?&lt;br /&gt;Heavens, why not.&lt;br /&gt;Yet behind the flirt lie dead eyes, pleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game´s her life&lt;br /&gt;She´ll not deny.&lt;br /&gt;Yet under all, her heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;This broad´s a fake?&lt;br /&gt;Surely, why not.&lt;br /&gt;A heart that´s stolen, once was for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´d drop them all&lt;br /&gt;These foolish men.&lt;br /&gt;So out of character they might say.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen heart´s returned?&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&lt;br /&gt;But I´d leave them for him any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, theres only one&lt;br /&gt;She´s ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;But that one is so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Red lights sensual?&lt;br /&gt;Hell, why not.&lt;br /&gt;If it fills the void, and fuels the Play...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-7423219407502714008?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/7423219407502714008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=7423219407502714008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/7423219407502714008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/7423219407502714008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2009/05/courtesans-game.html' title='The Courtesan´s Game'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-1819716730611096800</id><published>2009-02-07T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:17:19.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter...</title><content type='html'>Get out of my head – please.&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make it harder for me, please&lt;br /&gt;I already have to live with my guilt,&lt;br /&gt;And the knowledge that I failed You.&lt;br /&gt;So please.&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It hurts deep in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Did You know that?&lt;br /&gt;Course You do. You know everything.&lt;br /&gt;I know You love me.&lt;br /&gt;For sanity’s sake I beg You to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want Your love.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it hurts so much,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t You know.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather You hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Punish me for my failure&lt;br /&gt;Strike me where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pain constricts my throat&lt;br /&gt;I cant even swallow.&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye should have been final&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head, damn it,&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want You here&lt;br /&gt;I don’t love You, no I don’t&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell myself that every second&lt;br /&gt;To make myself believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve left You, I’ve failed You.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me You love me&lt;br /&gt;Because the saddest thing is,&lt;br /&gt;I still love You too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know that I can’t make it&lt;br /&gt;Without You.&lt;br /&gt;Let me crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;Played with fire and now I have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;With my own hands&lt;br /&gt;I smashed myself to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Why do You have to love me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do You have to cry for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do You reach out, so tenderly,&lt;br /&gt;Try to put the fragments back together.&lt;br /&gt;All the while I’m slapping away the hands&lt;br /&gt;That used to hold me so tenderly,&lt;br /&gt;So lovingly…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was an angel once, Your angel,&lt;br /&gt;Not that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen now, smashed my wings.&lt;br /&gt;Why, WHY do You still love me?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve rejected You.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t You hate me?&lt;br /&gt;You should.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting here, for Your righteous anger&lt;br /&gt;Because I can’t live with&lt;br /&gt;The shame, of denying You&lt;br /&gt;End this, please…&lt;br /&gt;Just get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Because I can’t live with the pain&lt;br /&gt;Of still loving You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-1819716730611096800?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/1819716730611096800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=1819716730611096800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/1819716730611096800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/1819716730611096800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter.html' title='A Letter...'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-422834889660515654</id><published>2008-12-29T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:22:16.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call this blasphemous if you want. See if I care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You let me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A far cry from the lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I never believed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lie was just unique to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stepped right into the trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The raw end of the deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sawed the branch off and fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Ive got a shot gun to my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your wondering why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you I was fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well right I lied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I´m burning up inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice freezing up the places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the empty spaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I´m letting go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want you to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It´s my choice this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want me gone, thats fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´m writing, go away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the gun´s still to my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while your wishing i was dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might as well pull the trigger for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause my maker threw me out in the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you I was fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well right I lied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I´m burning up inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice freezing up the places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the empty spaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I´m letting go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want you to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Bridge thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I tried on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still loved Him alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But His love He revoked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as we spoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned His back, and I fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent me to hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the gun´s to my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz I dont want to end up there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-422834889660515654?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/422834889660515654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=422834889660515654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/422834889660515654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/422834889660515654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/12/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-7853089660090067318</id><published>2008-12-13T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:56:24.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Worth My Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Defy me, you dared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt think I´d do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flipped you a bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that pretty little bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That made your color rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so strikingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dare defy me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am your God! You dream to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As good as I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then proceeded to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck me up, once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beaten socially, bruised mentally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You thought I´d leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tail ´tween legs in shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucking bastard. Wrong again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you miss the birdie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, that pretty little birdie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, have another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrath, furry, you think i care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think i fucking care, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you say or you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think I´m lower than you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bastard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´m so much better than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go fucking people up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to make you feel better about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whos got the low esteem now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You´re faltering, thats good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put you in your fucking place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you, you know, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to turn the world against you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I cant? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bloody what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt give a fuck about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-7853089660090067318?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/7853089660090067318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=7853089660090067318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/7853089660090067318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/7853089660090067318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-worth-my-time.html' title='Not Worth My Time'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-8895086067681721219</id><published>2008-12-11T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:17:19.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Scarf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There he stood - all of 7 years old - his forehead scrunched up over his brimming eyes, bravely fighting off the quiver that threatened to overtake his bottom lip. Silently, from his spot at the table, he watched the other happy children with their new toys. He tried to remember why he had so desperately looked forward to this party. Vaguely remembering impatiently hopping from one foot to the next, tugging on his mummy´s jacket sleeve because she couldnt seem to get out the door fast enough. Clutching his contribution to the present pile, breathlessly impatient, eager to see what his present at the kids bingo game would be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He scrunched up the piece of cheap, shiney blue cloth in his left hand, crumpling it up into a ball, as if he wished it would dissapear. His brimming, blue eyes looked over his circle framed glasses. A scarf. A shiny, silver theraded blue scarf. All that excitement shattered in one revealing moment. Discarded gift paper covering the room, and everyone so, happily oblivious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I watched as the boy as he silently fought back the tears, roughly throwing the beautiful dark blue scarf across the table, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;as if trying to compensate the crippling disappointment with feigned nonchalance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I hurt for him, I did. The sad, puppy dog eyes scanning the crowd of kids, hoping, maybe to find someone who would actually appreciate the shiny blue scarf, maybe hoping someone would trade. I remembered so clearly the stinging pain of dissapointment... the blinding tears that threatened to blind my eyes, the parents failed attempts at comfort and reasoning, all the while fighting the dead, dull pain in the center of my chest. Dissapointment. No child should ever suffer through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanted to take him in my arms and hold him, I wanted to take away that suddenly hideous scarf and give him the world. I wanted him to be happy. His mother took his hand, as he fumbled into his little, down jacket, the pinched up face never changing, the hideous, hideous scarf again clutched in his hand. His shoulders slumped in defeat as they passed me by and left the school. Just another child, just another moment of life. Another sad, dissapointing moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How I wish I could have done something. And more than anything, how I wish I were a child again, with a toy of my own to give him, to somehow make him forget about that hideous, horribly beautiful, shiny blue scarf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-8895086067681721219?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/8895086067681721219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=8895086067681721219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/8895086067681721219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/8895086067681721219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-scarf.html' title='The Blue Scarf'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-4621333275528222512</id><published>2008-12-07T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:30:20.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is Better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time for another cliché unoriginal nugget of thought. But it moves me, it does. Can you feel it? Cuz I can... Screaming tones, stirring the sorry cauldron of emotion that it did not fail to create within, all the while scoffing the bitter tears streaming down that it so fool-hardily created. Why? Cruel notes... A moments respite, just a moment, I beg. Must you rip my tattered heart to shreds? Growing, approaching on the airwaves, slamming against the sad mirage of me. Yes, me. The moment´s numb respite blasted to screaming, knee bending pain. "In your mind you hear the screaming, telling you to leave it all behind..." You feel it now? Of course you dont. You would never know. Bitter, bitter tears. The end seems better... "but in your heart you can't stop dreaming, that someday the pain will end, and the strain will die..." It comes again. Stiring the cauldron, spinning the whirlwind, standing ground. Arched back, hands clenched, screaming to the sky... why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end is better... than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Credits: lines taken from song "Requiem For a Dream - Immortality by Death")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-4621333275528222512?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/4621333275528222512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=4621333275528222512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/4621333275528222512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/4621333275528222512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-is-better.html' title='The End Is Better...'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-3654150379570170245</id><published>2008-11-19T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:24:24.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Night</title><content type='html'>"Wretched darkness feel my pain..." the hastily scratched words blurred before her eyes, and she roughly rubbed away the black rivulettes that had been slithering down her hot cheeks for what seemed like forever... Really, she felt half foolish for the way she was acting. But, another side of her wanted this... wanted it so badly. The wind whispered in the tree branches above her head, rustling the leaves and casting eirie shaddows on the ground below the dainty, pure white glow of the candle clutched, ever so gently, in her left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her right hand grasped a quill - black as night. They had laughed at her because of it. They just didnt understand, that was all. She felt foolish again. She knew better than to think like that, but at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, the dark, black tracks turning translucent grey as most of the dark liner ran away. She DID know better. Why did she feel like this? She was supposed to be above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The angry, red welts all down her arms and shoulders made her shudder. She COULD blame the music, but wouldnt be totally correct. She´d done it to get to this state. She HAD wanted it, and shed done what she had to do to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She felt she heard someone speaking. It was just the wind, whispering sweet nothings to the earth. But then again... celestial sweet, she felt it calling to her. The wind´s gentle arms wrapped around her, whipping her hair gently, coaxing her out of the cowering knot shed become. She stood, slowly, the wind wrapping veils of nothingness around her every limb, grabbing her hand, leading her into the dark openness of the hilltop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She dropped the candle in silent elation, flame flickering in the sudden motion, yet, not going out. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, the yellowed, tear stained page, full of the sorrows of her mind, flash in glorious death, the flames kissing away every stab of pain, numbing her soul to the sorrows of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yet the wind pulled her further, all the while singing, whispering, sweet promises in her ears. Leading her ever higher up the hill, carying her, supporting her, till the whispering wind convinced her that she could fly. Higher and higher still, to the cliff´s edge it led her, coaxing her, breathing sweet lies to her mind. she hestitated, for a moment, it looked so far down. The wind calmed, waiting, just waiting.. for one, two, three! The violent gust stunned her so. So full of malice, so much hate... Like, like the gentle wind, wanted to kill her... NO! Her eyes widened, her mind awoke, everything slowed... her body propelled, slowly, slowly... tumbling down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The wind stilled; the stars returned; the moon shone again, with all its gentle glory. Not a sound in the silence stirred. Yes.. it was a beautiful night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-3654150379570170245?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/3654150379570170245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=3654150379570170245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/3654150379570170245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/3654150379570170245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-night.html' title='A Beautiful Night'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-9142840722063299600</id><published>2008-10-13T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:50:31.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After 5 Years (I Miss You)</title><content type='html'>I dont know why I love you, but I do&lt;br /&gt;The side of me you bring...&lt;br /&gt;Pulling tears from deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;When I should be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still am.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I dare to admit, to myself,&lt;br /&gt;That I love you a bit more,&lt;br /&gt;Than I really should?&lt;br /&gt;Missed opportunitys&lt;br /&gt;And broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´d forgotten the feeling, you.&lt;br /&gt;But you re´woke the longing&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I hated you&lt;br /&gt;But I just cant&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of me is truely mine&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless... 5 years have gone so fast,&lt;br /&gt;But a beat of the heart for us...&lt;br /&gt;Moments we shared...&lt;br /&gt;I miss your touch.&lt;br /&gt;How can I say I´m alive?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever... a lifetime left to wait,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wish it would end today...&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you,&lt;br /&gt;To feel your love&lt;br /&gt;I´m crying... I´ll never survive.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-9142840722063299600?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/9142840722063299600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=9142840722063299600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/9142840722063299600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/9142840722063299600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-5-years-i-miss-you.html' title='After 5 Years (I Miss You)'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-264107950407620654</id><published>2008-10-13T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:18:09.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Uprooted from&lt;br /&gt;The safest place&lt;br /&gt;That I have known for all my life&lt;br /&gt;Scared of the road&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to go&lt;br /&gt;But I chose this path&lt;br /&gt;It´s just for me&lt;br /&gt;I want to go, but&lt;br /&gt;It´s just too soon...&lt;br /&gt;I´m not prepared -&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;Doubts, too late&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing what will be...&lt;br /&gt;Or how this bend in&lt;br /&gt;Life will treat me&lt;br /&gt;I´m scared, I want&lt;br /&gt;To turn back, but I cant&lt;br /&gt;It´s too late for that&lt;br /&gt;What will be will be&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into the dark...&lt;br /&gt;God make me strong&lt;br /&gt;I´m sorry I deserted thee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-264107950407620654?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/264107950407620654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=264107950407620654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/264107950407620654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/264107950407620654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/10/deserted.html' title='Deserted'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-44087793157923205</id><published>2008-10-12T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:15:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A poem I realized I had but never posted. I LIKE IT ALOT. I wrote it in an insanely noisy bar during a Barca/Madrid match in Madrid. How it came out, i dont know. Inner essence being demanded to give a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life bleeding down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life beating down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The muttered curse thats never leaving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the icy ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Under earthen mound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A silent tear, forever grieving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart is bound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To you, I've found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Piece by piece my soul you're theiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those arguments sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like brews I've downed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From witches lair in cauldron seething.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What goes comes 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My thoughts confound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broken feelings, barely breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felonies abound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All honesty drowned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In empty worlds not even dreaming... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-44087793157923205?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/44087793157923205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=44087793157923205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/44087793157923205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/44087793157923205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/10/empty-worlds.html' title='Empty Worlds'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-225216407931151352</id><published>2008-10-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:23:24.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow</title><content type='html'>ok i know this is insufferably long... but it all just kinda came in a flash. Theres no rhyme or reason to it. And you wont understand it. Just take it as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;FOLLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if what I have is good&lt;br /&gt;I want to be where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat before, and dreamt of rain&lt;br /&gt;Of thunder so loud I´d run, hide in shame&lt;br /&gt;Because that´s how it seemed,&lt;br /&gt;In all those scenes,&lt;br /&gt;Of you. Where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I followed you there.&lt;br /&gt;But you had gone.&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere else, where the sun would shine&lt;br /&gt;At least I guessed,&lt;br /&gt;For the immages were night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted what you had.&lt;br /&gt;To be where you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up my rain,&lt;br /&gt;And my thunder so loud&lt;br /&gt;And my lightning that flashed from&lt;br /&gt;Cloud to frightful cloud...&lt;br /&gt;To chase you down - to find you.&lt;br /&gt;For I wanted to be "happy". Just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didnt find. No nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Just sun. Endless sun.&lt;br /&gt;And you were gone. Again.&lt;br /&gt;To lands unseen.&lt;br /&gt;While I waited, ever so patiently&lt;br /&gt;For the cool that night should bring.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, the happiness&lt;br /&gt;That I´d been missing.&lt;br /&gt;The happiness you should have left.&lt;br /&gt;The happiness that was you.&lt;br /&gt;But it never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, in torment, grew dark.&lt;br /&gt;Darker and darker still,&lt;br /&gt;Till I blocked out the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Then the cool came.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did it come&lt;br /&gt;Icy cold it was, deep in the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Because I could not find your world of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;I created my own, of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw you, in another place&lt;br /&gt;That place no longer looked happy&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted what you had.&lt;br /&gt;And because it was so full of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;I laid my cheek to the cool stone and wept&lt;br /&gt;But I followed you still,&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted what you had.&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to be like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you´ve gone completely.&lt;br /&gt;My life should be empty, the void you´ve left.&lt;br /&gt;But its not...&lt;br /&gt;Because I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;I´ve smashed the mirrors of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I´ve burnt the books of my desire&lt;br /&gt;It´s all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all thats left from your lofty mutilation&lt;br /&gt;Is the empty core of what was once me.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten through, like a cankerous cancer,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is withered,&lt;br /&gt;My spirit faded.&lt;br /&gt;See the work of your invisible hands.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the shell that I´ve become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I´ve gone my own path.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you follow me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-225216407931151352?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/225216407931151352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=225216407931151352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/225216407931151352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/225216407931151352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/10/follow.html' title='Follow'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-632075420234765864</id><published>2008-10-07T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:28:34.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent Damage</title><content type='html'>Downing caffine,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to bring back the spring&lt;br /&gt;In my step, but it´s gone&lt;br /&gt;Permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, and, un-naturally so,&lt;br /&gt;Ran dry the normal enegery flow&lt;br /&gt;And the reserves too, they´re gone&lt;br /&gt;Permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and fix me, and you´ll see&lt;br /&gt;The life that´s bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Right out of me, is going&lt;br /&gt;Permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s not my sleep - that´s just fine&lt;br /&gt;It´s something more, but I cant find&lt;br /&gt;The source, its hiding&lt;br /&gt;Permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit? Could it be?&lt;br /&gt;Is it dying? So slowly&lt;br /&gt;Creeping away, leaving&lt;br /&gt;Permanently?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-632075420234765864?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/632075420234765864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=632075420234765864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/632075420234765864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/632075420234765864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/10/permanent-damage.html' title='Permanent Damage'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-6565039475152649485</id><published>2008-10-04T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:28:09.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beastling</title><content type='html'>It sees me&lt;br /&gt;I´m fearing&lt;br /&gt;I´m crouching, it´s nearing,&lt;br /&gt;Searing my tearing eyes with&lt;br /&gt;Spite from it´s leering smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling&lt;br /&gt;Sent reeling&lt;br /&gt;It´s feasting, the beastling,&lt;br /&gt;It´s eating my insides, and slowly,&lt;br /&gt;I´m decomposing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try fleeing&lt;br /&gt;I´m cowering,&lt;br /&gt;It´s looming, over-powering&lt;br /&gt;I´m dying, its feeding&lt;br /&gt;On my mind´s fragile binds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-6565039475152649485?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/6565039475152649485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=6565039475152649485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/6565039475152649485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/6565039475152649485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/10/beastling.html' title='The Beastling'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-3786800713844541542</id><published>2008-09-30T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:05:11.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four New Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMNESTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplation&lt;br /&gt;The things I wont release&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the battle&lt;br /&gt;The fighting´s all but ceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degeneration&lt;br /&gt;The summer´s gone with the sun&lt;br /&gt;The rising fears are mixed with tears&lt;br /&gt;They´re falling, falling away from the Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;God the Father&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Son&lt;br /&gt;(Forgive me, forgive me)&lt;br /&gt;The things I will not do,&lt;br /&gt;The things I will not do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father could you forgive&lt;br /&gt;An un-repentant child?&lt;br /&gt;Would you grant an amnesty&lt;br /&gt;For my foolish viles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proove me wrong again&lt;br /&gt;Where is the light?&lt;br /&gt;Proove me wrong again&lt;br /&gt;There is no light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand me amnesty&lt;br /&gt;The things I will not do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAME OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God forgive me, for I have sinned...)&lt;br /&gt;I left so many things undone when I left You,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to end the fear with the dark&lt;br /&gt;The fear and the pain,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me fly&lt;br /&gt;Killing this feeling&lt;br /&gt;So much for the warior in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on&lt;br /&gt;Not being reborn&lt;br /&gt;It´s the end of the game&lt;br /&gt;It´s the end of the game&lt;br /&gt;Game over&lt;br /&gt;I can´t go on&lt;br /&gt;Not being reborn&lt;br /&gt;It´s the end of the game&lt;br /&gt;Game over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left so many things undone when I left You&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be brave&lt;br /&gt;Killing this feeling&lt;br /&gt;So much for the warior in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAINTLY FADING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithless, falling, dead again&lt;br /&gt;Fearing fleeing the seas, but when&lt;br /&gt;The waves, they come&lt;br /&gt;To take me away&lt;br /&gt;I run away&lt;br /&gt;To be another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 1)&lt;br /&gt;Not just another in the tide&lt;br /&gt;Another in the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now beats the winds call, it´s fading away&lt;br /&gt;Faint, but pealing, to Hell I´ve strayed&lt;br /&gt;They´re callng me&lt;br /&gt;Before, I would have run&lt;br /&gt;The waves, they come&lt;br /&gt;I sink under the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2)&lt;br /&gt;Now just another in the tide&lt;br /&gt;Another in the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can´t take this rejection anymore&lt;br /&gt;The scars my heart wears&lt;br /&gt;I beared to you my body&lt;br /&gt;You took it as a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And now I´ve gone&lt;br /&gt;Far away from here&lt;br /&gt;My soul is uncovered&lt;br /&gt;I´m believeing a lie&lt;br /&gt;And now I´m strong&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than the fears&lt;br /&gt;My mind wants the black&lt;br /&gt;I´m saying goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can´t you understand&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just need to cry&lt;br /&gt;These tears are long overdue&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was love from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-3786800713844541542?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/3786800713844541542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=3786800713844541542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/3786800713844541542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/3786800713844541542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/09/four-new-songs.html' title='Four New Songs'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-758149799582291081</id><published>2008-09-02T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:34:51.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the Magic</title><content type='html'>A flash and its past&lt;br /&gt;The magic has flown&lt;br /&gt;The songbird so gaily&lt;br /&gt;Flits gently away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beat and a call,&lt;br /&gt;Of the wild wind, blowing&lt;br /&gt;Untouched by the gale&lt;br /&gt;Raised its head just to wail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cry and a moan,&lt;br /&gt;Birthing child´s aborted,&lt;br /&gt;They dont want you fool,&lt;br /&gt;Life is just, but cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sigh and a tear.&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing down fears&lt;br /&gt;Missed wings to a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Going down with the sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-758149799582291081?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/758149799582291081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=758149799582291081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/758149799582291081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Leave the ground and grow wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This empty soul&lt;br /&gt;That wants to feel&lt;br /&gt;But in denial rejected his love&lt;br /&gt;And after a time&lt;br /&gt;Forgot it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This empty soul&lt;br /&gt;That burns like a brand&lt;br /&gt;forgetting never soothes the pain&lt;br /&gt;Its hanging there&lt;br /&gt;Just out of reach, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This empty soul&lt;br /&gt;It´s froze like ice&lt;br /&gt;Fears the tear that´d melt its core&lt;br /&gt;It fears because&lt;br /&gt;It´s happened before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This empty soul&lt;br /&gt;That shakes in fear&lt;br /&gt;Scared, alone, and in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Secretly longing for&lt;br /&gt;Some infintesimal spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This empty soul&lt;br /&gt;That yearns to climb&lt;br /&gt;Higher than the mountain peaks&lt;br /&gt;But fears the wind&lt;br /&gt;Bars what it seeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This empty soul&lt;br /&gt;That wants to leap&lt;br /&gt;Off the cliff of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;But fears the world&lt;br /&gt;Will hear its screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This empty soul&lt;br /&gt;That wants to lie&lt;br /&gt;Alone in its insanity&lt;br /&gt;But fears the end in&lt;br /&gt;Beguiled humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-1799297461138928052?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/1799297461138928052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=1799297461138928052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/1799297461138928052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/1799297461138928052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/06/forgetting-never-soothes.html' title='Forgetting Never Soothes'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-1151574616647699127</id><published>2008-06-14T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:50:44.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The floodgates are open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I can no longer hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;From the wave of consequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The eyes that I´d shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Beyond my will have been opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;This heart once numbed now screams in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And when I ran I hadn’t known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;This circle I´d begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Would end up at the beginning again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tried to drown my spirituality with things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;But those will fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Leaving bare the bones of what once was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now the demons torment me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;In their clutches they have me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Is my life, as it was, now gone forever…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-1151574616647699127?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/1151574616647699127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=1151574616647699127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/1151574616647699127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/1151574616647699127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-as-it-was.html' title='Life as it Was'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-6105594705005405490</id><published>2008-06-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:49:04.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Scenarios... we sometimes use them. Dont go judging my mind by what I´ve written. I try to see into other minds... pull out what I find... And weave it into words. Here is one result - "Slipping"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The lights are dim, the night so grim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Left behind from what once was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Soul torn till tears seem to beautifully glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Slipping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fly away, they call me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hither and thither, quiet haunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pills and blades have paved the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Slipping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dripping life, dropping knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Terrified screams, tardy hesitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh mummy, oh daddy, forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Slipping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Beautiful pain, remorse behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Craving the bright light all while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Smothering evil darkens eyes, so bleary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Slipping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Too late, too late, love so lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Returns to glimpse the final breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Agony, cries, heart wrenching screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Slipping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;He rises, cries burn the throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Never has loss seemed so eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bullet carves the path to dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Slipping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-6105594705005405490?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/6105594705005405490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=6105594705005405490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/6105594705005405490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/6105594705005405490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/06/slipping.html' title='Slipping'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-988394957926926434</id><published>2008-06-14T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:46:28.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2 me´s...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My two me´s.&lt;br /&gt;They´re both inside&lt;br /&gt;The wrong and the terribly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two me´s.&lt;br /&gt;Both completely true&lt;br /&gt;Seen by many or just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two me´s.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting inside me.&lt;br /&gt;The dark making the light flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two me´s.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped together now;&lt;br /&gt;Neither being the one to bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two me´s.&lt;br /&gt;Crying just to be&lt;br /&gt;Tired of hiding what is simply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two me´s.&lt;br /&gt;Dying for respite&lt;br /&gt;Begging rest from all this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two me´s.&lt;br /&gt;Evil hideously mine&lt;br /&gt;Feeling light fleetingly fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two me´s.&lt;br /&gt;Never again to doubt&lt;br /&gt;Evil´s hand moving me to shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two me´s&lt;br /&gt;All this world will give&lt;br /&gt;Left me but half a life to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-988394957926926434?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/988394957926926434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=988394957926926434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/988394957926926434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/988394957926926434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-2-mes.html' title='My 2 me´s...'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-8621145257998119238</id><published>2008-06-05T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:18:35.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Six Toenails - Parody to the Six Cookies</title><content type='html'>I once had six toenails on my feet - yea, mock me not, for I had six toes. These toenails have dear hidden tales to tell, i kidd you not. And they are very dear to me (yea, for they are my toenails).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first toenail, yes, even the very FIRST toenail I ever possessed (grown with much care and love upon the very first toe I ever possessed... yes they grew one at a time) was a good toenail. It grew in the love and admonition of the Lord, with great fear and trembling lest it be chopped for ill behavior. I cannot say this toenail tasted very good for I never tasted it. Amen. But one day, this toenail betrayed and left me, and with great pain and anguish I watched it prise itself off my sole toe and walk away. (To my great astonishment. I´m still baffled as to how it walked without feet) I still love this toenail very dearly (for it was my very first toenail) though I do not know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was my second toenail. Oh what joy and happiness it brought me, just to sit and look at it (though to crane my neck like such gave me such cramps that I couldnt partake of this particular activity all that often) But soon it became hard and calloused and decided to fall off. I still dearly love this toenail too, but it does not love me. For it is hard and calloused (it blames me, somehow) Tongues and weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was my third toenail. Oh what a gallant and noble toenail this was, chivalrous and deedful in many deeds. But it, one day, decided that it did not like being a toenail, and began to chip and flake, and ended up pretending it was a croissant instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fourth. This toenail was exceptional for it was my largest. But this toenail was not content with its size. It wanted to be bigger. So it compelled itself to grow and grow, until it grew so large that it pulled off my toe (the reason I have but five toes on my left foot to this day) and bashed me over the head with it, leaving a big bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my fifth toenail. This toenail was wonderfully shaped. How rounded... how smooth!! I never touched this toenail but I knew it was wonderfully wonderful. But like all good things, this one wasnt mine forever. It retained its smooth roundness though, and all though it had to fall off and go elsewhere, I know it´s not gotten hard or calloused, and its not pretending to be a croissant. It´s still my toenail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, my sixth toenail. This toenail is STILL with me to this day (The one and only that I have left) And as I sit and gaze at its wonderful toenail-ness (yea, for indeed it IS a toenail) I marvel at its wonderful commitment to my toe and, most of all, to myself. It DOES question, now and again, and wonder whether it is actually cut out to be a toenail, and whether it should go be a croissant, or even more so, a baguette, instead. But deep down inside its tiney little core, it knows where its true place lies. And that is, on my very own toe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-8621145257998119238?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/8621145257998119238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=8621145257998119238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/8621145257998119238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/8621145257998119238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/06/six-toenails-parody-to-six-cookies.html' title='The Six Toenails - Parody to the Six Cookies'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-4530738299951814011</id><published>2008-05-10T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:50:37.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet´s Strings</title><content type='html'>Fallen - but yet, all the more&lt;br /&gt;Rotting, dying to the core&lt;br /&gt;Searing souls just left to burn&lt;br /&gt;I paid more pain than what I´d earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the fear of mortal kind&lt;br /&gt;I felt the hurt but went on blind&lt;br /&gt;I wanted just as they all want&lt;br /&gt;But now I´ve done and they all taunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I were worse than all the rest&lt;br /&gt;I did what they´ve all just suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;Lying as if from angel´s wings&lt;br /&gt;Hope´s been strangled on puppet´s strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;Just too late for me to learn&lt;br /&gt;A sin´s a sin, more, once discovered&lt;br /&gt;Had I known I wouldn't have bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust let to itself will grow&lt;br /&gt;when what you reap is what you sow&lt;br /&gt;Quizzed on all my deepest fears&lt;br /&gt;Drove me to leave it all in tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectancy driven madly towards&lt;br /&gt;Blood stained hands and twisted chords&lt;br /&gt;Shattered lights fly off the wall&lt;br /&gt;Beings created after the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed to grasp what had been tried&lt;br /&gt;Stopped before the moment died&lt;br /&gt;Bled my heart into your hands&lt;br /&gt;Bowed down low to their demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessed it all without saying a thing&lt;br /&gt;Ran from judgments life would bring&lt;br /&gt;They´ll steal my dreams, foolhardy theft&lt;br /&gt;When nothing else of me is left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-4530738299951814011?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/4530738299951814011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=4530738299951814011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/4530738299951814011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/4530738299951814011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/05/puppets-strings.html' title='Puppet´s Strings'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-780080853877907931</id><published>2008-01-26T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:48:14.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decipher... If you can.</title><content type='html'>For outlet alone...&lt;br /&gt;Do not wait for me;&lt;br /&gt;The life and times&lt;br /&gt;Of the criminal at large&lt;br /&gt;Does not revolve around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pressure, no privilege&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no gain;&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself lost&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself a bain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not listen to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-780080853877907931?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/780080853877907931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=780080853877907931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/780080853877907931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/780080853877907931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/01/decipher-if-you-can.html' title='Decipher... If you can.'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038148473225827729.post-3488811011411346955</id><published>2008-01-24T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:45:59.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent continuation of a haunting evil...</title><content type='html'>2 sides to me&lt;br /&gt;Black and white&lt;br /&gt;Day and night&lt;br /&gt;Wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, always fighting&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to my own device&lt;br /&gt;Both prominent at once&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and those devil cunts&lt;br /&gt;Left as a foolish dunce&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, always fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relying on moods and trust alone&lt;br /&gt;Pushed way too far&lt;br /&gt;Light headed thoughts that leave a scar&lt;br /&gt;Hating eachother and the way things are&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, always fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038148473225827729-3488811011411346955?l=x-the-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/3488811011411346955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038148473225827729&amp;postID=3488811011411346955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/3488811011411346955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038148473225827729/posts/default/3488811011411346955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-the-secret.blogspot.com/2008/01/silent-continuation-of-haunting-evil.html' title='Silent continuation of a haunting evil...'/><author><name>Zephyr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02556986386857837263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idh2-KgBvPc/SzxdtBOINYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/N5omwhSVsJo/S220/DSC007492+sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
