<?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-7267255206320205204</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:49:00.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Words Out</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry, Song Lyrics, Thoughts.  
By Me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidewordsout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7267255206320205204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidewordsout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271751606919262566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlUzChs7-1Y/SMVaQ2jBH7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/XlWFIDt8IVI/S220/Image039.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267255206320205204.post-1809476503964516698</id><published>2008-12-08T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:35:16.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written October 29, 2008</title><content type='html'>I've got a forbidden future&lt;br /&gt;Lies of ommission permeate the air&lt;br /&gt;Surveys ask "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"&lt;br /&gt;The answer: I don't&lt;br /&gt;I will be someone else in five years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the person I am today&lt;br /&gt;This hardened shell with a fragile heart&lt;br /&gt;My defense for sadness is anger&lt;br /&gt;If only I could show my fears without making it a tackle&lt;br /&gt;Personal foul&lt;br /&gt;And I'm mixing up the games&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the curb rush towards me and I felt my rage&lt;br /&gt;Like a diamond that slices through glass&lt;br /&gt;A diamond in the rough you still say at this stage?&lt;br /&gt;A diamond in the rough, my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wading and wandering&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and I'm wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will I be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;In five years I don't see myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7267255206320205204-1809476503964516698?l=insidewordsout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidewordsout.blogspot.com/feeds/1809476503964516698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7267255206320205204&amp;postID=1809476503964516698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7267255206320205204/posts/default/1809476503964516698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7267255206320205204/posts/default/1809476503964516698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidewordsout.blogspot.com/2008/12/written-october-29-2008.html' title='Written October 29, 2008'/><author><name>Just Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271751606919262566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlUzChs7-1Y/SMVaQ2jBH7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/XlWFIDt8IVI/S220/Image039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267255206320205204.post-4425277460291001242</id><published>2008-11-19T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:59:07.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Passing/Written May 27, 1999</title><content type='html'>The man came from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;He appeared with only a whisper and a smile&lt;br /&gt;A breath of mists and curiousities&lt;br /&gt;Alone and disregarded&lt;br /&gt;His eyes held a glimpse of warm memories and forgotten futures&lt;br /&gt;His smile was crooked as he laughed at the boy dancing across the street&lt;br /&gt;His steps were paced to the tune of the old love song he whistled&lt;br /&gt;Disruption clouded his happiness&lt;br /&gt;I caught a glimpse of smile fade into a look of desperation, then return&lt;br /&gt;As if he was trying to deny the realities of the world as he walked along the street&lt;br /&gt;Trying to grasp happiness of youth&lt;br /&gt;Trying to avoid the thoughts of bills and tiredness and too many cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;I know that look so well&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in it&lt;br /&gt;The man passes with only a whisper and a smile&lt;br /&gt;And I smile in hopes of passing it along to some other stranger in this world of broken dreams&lt;div 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Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15271751606919262566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RlUzChs7-1Y/SMVaQ2jBH7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/XlWFIDt8IVI/S220/Image039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267255206320205204.post-3607152599116252499</id><published>2008-11-18T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:37:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written August 16th, 2006</title><content type='html'>floating on a cloud, then the damn cloud crashes into a tower&lt;br /&gt;if only i was locked into a tower like &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; bitch&lt;br /&gt;she inspires poetry and stories and love songs&lt;br /&gt;i'm just the girl on the cloud&lt;br /&gt;the cloud that crashed&lt;br /&gt;nobody speaks of her&lt;br /&gt;of me&lt;br /&gt;the girl once so happy and alive&lt;br /&gt;the girl once understanding&lt;br /&gt;standing on a shag rug&lt;br /&gt;-it felt good between her toes-&lt;br /&gt;typical&lt;br /&gt;the rug was pulled from under her&lt;br /&gt;temporary insanity they called it&lt;br /&gt;temporary, my ass&lt;br /&gt;like coffee it was always brewing&lt;br /&gt;yet not quite as strong of a scent&lt;br /&gt;more like lemon Lipton tea&lt;br /&gt;you smell something but aren't sure what it is&lt;br /&gt;subtle insanity&lt;br /&gt;trauma in the childhood&lt;br /&gt;drama in the heart&lt;br /&gt;cut it out!&lt;br /&gt;she asks&lt;br /&gt;with no surgeon volunteering to do the deed&lt;br /&gt;festering and growing&lt;br /&gt;i'm the girl on the cloud that crashed into the tower&lt;br /&gt;i'm the girl you've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;i'm the girl with her hopes and dreams that never make it to reality&lt;br /&gt;wrinkles on hands and faces show signs of life&lt;br /&gt;wrinkles on the pages show signs of interest&lt;br /&gt;one emotion, two emotion, three emotion FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;one shadow, two shadow, three shadow MORE&lt;br /&gt;Darkness Is Understandable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7267255206320205204-3607152599116252499?l=insidewordsout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidewordsout.blogspot.com/feeds/3607152599116252499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7267255206320205204&amp;postID=3607152599116252499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7267255206320205204/posts/default/3607152599116252499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7267255206320205204/posts/default/3607152599116252499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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