<?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-644620811648182901</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:14:29.239-08:00</updated><category term='eyes'/><category term='truth'/><category term='walk'/><category term='Response'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='Religious'/><category term='DC Universe'/><category term='broken hearts'/><category term='Video Games'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='crying'/><category term='detergent'/><category term='Domestic Violence'/><category term='Awareness'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='cats'/><category term='Stars'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='Bleed'/><title type='text'>No One Has The Nerve To Say...</title><subtitle type='html'>Words uncensored and True</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2706747882452086377</id><published>2011-01-21T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:36:15.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs28/i/2008/071/4/c/game_over_by_stripedheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 803px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs28/i/2008/071/4/c/game_over_by_stripedheart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me cry, cut my heart open,yet I still wrapped it in bandages and handed it back to you. I felt so drained and pulled apart, even as I still ran to you. I hoped you would fix what you so foolishly broke. Instead you added the salt to my wounds. I dont understand how its so easy to forget, or so painful to remember. But I understood my dreams had turned into an unforgiving nightmare. I cant wait for you to save me, to fix my damaged heart. Because while you broke me, I learned to pull myself back together again. Guess what this is coming down to is you need to choose, either use your extra life, or its Game Over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2706747882452086377?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2706747882452086377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2011/01/game-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2706747882452086377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2706747882452086377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2011/01/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-5904314431381179288</id><published>2010-03-04T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:00:00.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Painful Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S5ADED9iqOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yDhN_flfrJA/s1600-h/1258585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S5ADED9iqOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yDhN_flfrJA/s400/1258585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444855317808720098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;nothing is ever the same anymore, and its tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;I never see you anymore, youve disappeared even though you're standing &lt;br /&gt;right here. &lt;br /&gt;Our lives have been lost, lies, betrayal everythings falling into&lt;br /&gt;the dark.&lt;br /&gt;So why is it, I can't say the words to end it, am I that kind&lt;br /&gt;the one who still loves you even with every broken peice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying in my dreams, my eyes won't allow me to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Now the third day, and I'm still standing in the same place&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what can fix us, I don't know what to say to make it better, &lt;br /&gt;it seems like this is what was destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;Just another ending, another shattered goodbye, another scar to heal.&lt;br /&gt;You say everything is okay, theres no need to cry, no need to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to tell you what it feels like, and all you do is throw everything in my face&lt;br /&gt;As if I shouldn't feel what I feel. &lt;br /&gt;You don't understand what I'm saying to you, and why i do the things i do. &lt;br /&gt;I don't understand you, and what caused you to do the things you've done.&lt;br /&gt;guess that's another hint of not knowing you at all. i don't know you're heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't know your mind, after all these years, i was only lying to myself. &lt;br /&gt;You've slipped away from me, and it feels like a knife has cut me deeper then ever before, &lt;br /&gt;i feel like I've been punched in the stomach and can't catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone, and weak, and nothing ever mattered.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, just another way of me trying to understand why I didn't mean the world to &lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;Guess god was getting me back for what i've done, just never thought it'd kill me inside&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that my whole life would shatter in one moment. &lt;br /&gt;I never thought that even thinking of you would make me cry so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you'd be the one who would tear me down to my knees, and make me pray to god &lt;br /&gt;for the &lt;br /&gt;pain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, I'm still here, not willing to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-5904314431381179288?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/5904314431381179288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2010/03/painful-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/5904314431381179288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/5904314431381179288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2010/03/painful-journey.html' title='A Painful Journey'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S5ADED9iqOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yDhN_flfrJA/s72-c/1258585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-4753188710452873259</id><published>2010-01-18T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:59:03.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2010/018/5/d/an_ever_cracking_facade__by_haytraveler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2010/018/5/d/an_ever_cracking_facade__by_haytraveler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghosts of a haunting past, keeps providing protection to an undying heartfelt cry.  A newly shining sun, burns deep within the heart of the forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;photo credits go to http://haytraveler.deviantart.com/...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-4753188710452873259?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/4753188710452873259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2010/01/ghosts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4753188710452873259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4753188710452873259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2010/01/ghosts.html' title='Ghosts'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-4501071232108348675</id><published>2010-01-03T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:06:32.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answers Are In The Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs8/300W/i/2005/292/d/a/Alone_by_DarkdrAgonprincesss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs8/300W/i/2005/292/d/a/Alone_by_DarkdrAgonprincesss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of my heart says I should be happy. The Other part makes me look at the sky and realize, without him i'm alone, and he let go a long time ago....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-4501071232108348675?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/4501071232108348675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2010/01/answers-are-in-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4501071232108348675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4501071232108348675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2010/01/answers-are-in-stars.html' title='The Answers Are In The Stars'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-4527067464754888272</id><published>2009-12-28T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:21:13.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs11/300W/i/2006/169/4/b/Broken_by_chix0r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 429px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs11/300W/i/2006/169/4/b/Broken_by_chix0r.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the fool who believes everything you say, and wishes it was true. I'm the lamb who is broken, torn to bits and peices, hoping you could stop the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-4527067464754888272?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/4527067464754888272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/12/foolish-lamb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4527067464754888272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4527067464754888272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/12/foolish-lamb.html' title='Foolish Lamb'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-841025552110678016</id><published>2009-12-28T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:55:16.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/344/d/0/Lions__Monkeys___Lost_Friends_by_facade_of_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 379px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/344/d/0/Lions__Monkeys___Lost_Friends_by_facade_of_life.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs26/300W/i/2008/106/d/0/Lost_my_rainbow_today__by_Aurelie91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 222px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs26/300W/i/2008/106/d/0/Lost_my_rainbow_today__by_Aurelie91.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized just how much you made me hurt until you went away. Now every day seems to not have any worth. I still wish things would have changed. Memories would go away, but I guess the world doesn't work that way. I don't feel the same anymore, watching everyone casting shadows on the floor. It hurts worse then any love could have. A break that truly never heals. More then a broken heart, more then a love lost, a friendship that you believed in just caved in. And this is how it really feels; A hole in my chest, never realized how badly it really hurts, the pain so physical it can make you sick. A fracture so painful you can't stop crying yourself to sleep. I paid my dues, wishing it was you everytime the phone rings. I still check everytime I feel you near, knowing its not real. The one thing in my life I regret, was losing you. It'll never be the same, the dreams will never have an impact. Guess that's the price I paid. I made the biggest mistake choosing to let you slip away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-841025552110678016?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/841025552110678016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-in-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/841025552110678016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/841025552110678016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-in-past.html' title='Lost In The Past'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2608948916249914090</id><published>2009-12-08T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:19:11.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection is Your Fake Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/i/2007/068/e/0/Fake_Reality_by_inthename.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/i/2007/068/e/0/Fake_Reality_by_inthename.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is your fake reality burying itself deep inside your broken heart. Years of the tears turned to stone, and realizing that in the mist of all the mistakes, you were my biggest regret...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2608948916249914090?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2608948916249914090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfection-is-your-fake-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2608948916249914090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2608948916249914090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfection-is-your-fake-reality.html' title='Perfection is Your Fake Reality'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-893106932136467642</id><published>2009-12-05T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:23:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs34/300W/i/2008/299/6/8/Burning_Love_by_ketchup_suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 241px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs34/300W/i/2008/299/6/8/Burning_Love_by_ketchup_suicide.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it all closing in bit by bit, watching it all die in my hands. I still feel every piece of you. Is anything the same? Watching me here, knowing it follows your path so closely. I stayed at bay for as long as the time could stand, waiting for the bombs to fall, hoping you didn't forget it all. I see you when I look in the mirror, behind the closed doors. I still smell you in the air. I try not to let it bother my open wounds, knowing you never truly left me to fend for myself. That you still watch me face the cold. I can't find the peace of mind you longed for and in my dreams I still can't hear what you're saying. But I know that you've warned me so many times before. My heart aches for every moment I had with you, the good and the bad, at least that was real. You knew the gift before I had the chance to explain, and helped me embrace what made me stand out. Now that same gift is killing me inside. Knowing all along what can happen. It's getting darker in the room, always the bad sign, the candle still flickers, waiting for it to burn out. If I had just done the right thing, when the timing lined up, you wouldn't be gone. I wouldn't be sitting here, regretting every word I ever said to you. Or maybe that's what was meant to happen. I still feel like I was the one who deserved to die, after all the shit I put you and him through. The lies growing up, waiting, hating, fighting. It should have never ended this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-893106932136467642?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/893106932136467642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/12/burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/893106932136467642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/893106932136467642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/12/burning.html' title='Burning'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-8106353988901810558</id><published>2009-11-23T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:22:45.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusions of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/Swru_5mTS0I/AAAAAAAAACo/sYczzVU0U0s/s1600/6002333438370_1_d89caf30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/Swru_5mTS0I/AAAAAAAAACo/sYczzVU0U0s/s320/6002333438370_1_d89caf30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407397084172340034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing your life, won't erase what you truly feel inside, when all you do is live a lie, theres always that part in you that aches for more. When you have to hide everything you ever wanted, and pretend that it's all nothing more then a delusion. There's a time when you come to the realization that you need to let go and be who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-8106353988901810558?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/8106353988901810558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/11/delusions-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8106353988901810558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8106353988901810558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/11/delusions-of-heart.html' title='Delusions of the Heart'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/Swru_5mTS0I/AAAAAAAAACo/sYczzVU0U0s/s72-c/6002333438370_1_d89caf30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-5940308791406713176</id><published>2009-11-21T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:09:27.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/f/2009/219/f/1/Broken_by_0verdoze_of_dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 432px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/f/2009/219/f/1/Broken_by_0verdoze_of_dreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think your so damn different from me, that your better at everything. The difference that you came here to watch me, to feel what I feel. Then took it all in. You wonder how everything disappears, now you know. I won't come back, won't be there at the end. I watched you slip straight from my hands, cutting every string through and out. The trust I gave, praying it would mean something, was gone. You lied, and tricked your way through life, broke my every will to begin. After witnessing every fight, I finally struggled to close my eyes. I could scream and say nasty things, but that won't change what you did. I never expected it from you, the closest thing I had to sanity, the inspiration to keep from falling. Now it's all in the dirt of the most desolate graveyard. Like the dust is forming into the shape of the pain of every push you made. I risked all only for you to shake it apart. You stood by, letting them drown me, and blamed it all my way. You know what you did, I don't have to repeat it twice, I should've listened to her words. That it wasn't all what it seemed and to beaware and stay away. Funny, how the one thing I was taught to believe my whole life, was clouded by your influence. I shouldve been able to trust you, but my trust was in vain. Just another broken heart, feelings that don't matter anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-5940308791406713176?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/5940308791406713176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-think-your-so-damn-different-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/5940308791406713176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/5940308791406713176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-think-your-so-damn-different-from.html' title=''/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-5065287098644782846</id><published>2009-11-16T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:57:47.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds of the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs48/300W/i/2009/165/b/4/Desolate_Dead_Heart_by_vampyre1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs48/300W/i/2009/165/b/4/Desolate_Dead_Heart_by_vampyre1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought every thing finally fell into place, the life, the dreams. As it came down to the point it all crashed. Never even saw it coming, just slammed right into me, knocked me back down to my knees. I kept thinking about what she kept saying. Beware of him, don't let him in. I see it now, watching everything fall away. I see in his eyes that I was wrong. The whole time, the closest one, was the one breaking me apart. Watching me burst into tears, and running around behind me spreading the seed of lies. Now I understand who was protecting me, saw it coming. The gut instinct, penetrating where the fantasy becomes reality. I could only hope to heal, what little trust and broken heart I have left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-5065287098644782846?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/5065287098644782846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeds-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/5065287098644782846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/5065287098644782846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeds-of-heart.html' title='Seeds of the heart'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-4209157145100129606</id><published>2009-10-09T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:44:07.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback to your bullshit of a song mother fucker</title><content type='html'>You think you've got it all fooled. So kind and gentle. Loads of songs about a love you never touched. What they don't know is.....you make me sick, could have never had me any other way. Forced my pain, and kept it going. All the control you had, I fucking took back. Talking about how if they don't mention him everything will be alright, baby he was never yours to corrupt. How you will stop thinking about me, when I never wanted you to in the first place. You forget once someone gets famous, all the dirty little secrets crawl out, which I'm betting none of your followers know about. So keep writing songs about my son and me, and I'll sell your whole fucking history. Like I said before, you're playing with fire, and you've been burned. Obviously never learned. I'm one bitch of a mother, don't fuck with whats mine. You sit there and whine, like you've lost something so great, when all youre doing is living a fantasy. Fooling yourself, when this child doesn't even mention your name. You stole my pride and sanity for that moment in time, never thought I'd be the strongest one who wouldn't fall. You played dirty while I played by the book, and tripped up when I finally didn't give a fuck. I learned one thing from my experiances of this fight..in life you've got to be corrupted to get what you want. Respect never came so easily, watching them all laugh at you with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-4209157145100129606?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4209157145100129606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4209157145100129606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/10/comeback.html' title='Comeback to your bullshit of a song mother fucker'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-487205464008154056</id><published>2009-10-05T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:53:00.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain of the low</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/330/e/7/pain__by_B1B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 484px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/330/e/7/pain__by_B1B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's all a matter of belief and how you handle the lows. But no one ever tells you growing up that your whole sheltered life will shatter into a million peices once you give your heart to another. No one ever says that the only way most of us will be able to feel alive is playing the part of our own pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-487205464008154056?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/487205464008154056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-of-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/487205464008154056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/487205464008154056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-of-low.html' title='Pain of the low'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-7281652921384289020</id><published>2009-10-05T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:46:13.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planned in Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs32/300W/f/2008/211/8/6/86dcf5a862b26c4a11b6d8d2aecdeca8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs32/300W/f/2008/211/8/6/86dcf5a862b26c4a11b6d8d2aecdeca8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes things in life never work just the way you planned, then the world comes crashing down over your face.I'm tripping over my tears trying to figure out the right words to keep you away. You're killing me deep inside, I've never seen such fight gone to waste. Pain never experianced to such degree, like a sword burying itself deep within my beating heart. I've walked away, and right back into your world. Over again you've showed me what it's like to be smaller then who I am. As if my pain causes you joy.Watching me cry on the floor, you stand there, letting the pain swallow me alive. I begged for it to stop, watching everything hazily thinking this isn't what I wanted. The real deal breaking me apart, burying me under the darkness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-7281652921384289020?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/7281652921384289020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/10/planned-in-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7281652921384289020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7281652921384289020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/10/planned-in-damn.html' title='Planned in Damn'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-5287857176855276683</id><published>2009-08-16T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:16:17.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/f/2009/227/a/f/Left_me_broken_by_Lunamarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/f/2009/227/a/f/Left_me_broken_by_Lunamarie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so tired of these fairy tales, happy endings galore. When in all actuality it's bullshit. Love isn't magical, and gives you no relief to the pain you already feel. Just that temporary high of which you come crashing down in seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movies all tell you one thing, and leave you wishing it was true. That love really makes your heart beat so fast you could kiss the sky. Or that love truly makes you feel as if nothing exists. Love isn't fun and its heartbreaking. Everything comes to the end of which it's not the same as before. It rips you to thousands of peices so that you can never repair the bloodied heart, missing in battle. The heart turns to dark, desperate to find love again, to feel the same shock. Only to find more heartbreak in the hands of another. It's a vicious cycle, first comes love..then comes hatred..So quit bringing your mushy shit to me. Love does not exist in the hearts of the broken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note~ Picture from deviant art, credit of the photo goes to Lunamarie....check  out her photos and other stuff here:) &lt;a href="http://lunamarie.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://lunamarie.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;   very talented&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-5287857176855276683?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/5287857176855276683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/5287857176855276683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/5287857176855276683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-7213145516238197477</id><published>2009-07-15T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:34:04.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs21/300W/f/2007/232/b/c/Raging_Sea_by_MasterChu19155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs21/300W/f/2007/232/b/c/Raging_Sea_by_MasterChu19155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking around watching the waters lie still in my mind. Thinking of everything we've done. Gone over our mistakes, again and again. Nothing ever seemed to go our way. Now the waters are raging in my heart, sadly tearing every piece apart. Bursting with this hate. Trying to live it over again, figure out what went awry. I don't even know who I am anymore, everything I believed turned into dust and washed away. I walked into the waves hoping to change everything, and ended up drowning in the surf. I've watched everything from the beach, scared to get my feet wet. And wanted to be more in life then sitting in the corner alone. It ended as quickly as life began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-7213145516238197477?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/7213145516238197477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/07/raging-waters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7213145516238197477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7213145516238197477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/07/raging-waters.html' title='Raging Waters'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-7678250043651498535</id><published>2009-07-03T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:45:21.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Stabbing Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/f/2007/314/c/b/Backstabber_by_meliciousxintent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/f/2007/314/c/b/Backstabber_by_meliciousxintent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fucking risked it all for you, watching you tear me apart, and stood in line. Everything that I ever gave didn't mean shit to you. How you watched me walk away and pulled me right back in. I stood there watching the blood pour into your veins, watching you heaving breaths, pushing in and out of life. It was all a huge mistake. Swearing to me that you cared, but felt that knife dig into me and twist back and forth painfully. You can't apologize now, its not what I want to hear anymore. I can't stand the time, couldn't fucking hold on anymore. You're the one who told the lies, kept creeping around in the night. You've used me, abused me, and I fucking made that choice to walk away from you. Now you get mad because I won't let you fucking torture me anymore. Because I finally stood instead of falling on command. I learned from every day, you kept to yourself. I fucking forgave so much dealing with my own pain, adding every blow you made. Now you've witnessed the end, watching me deal my cards in, and finally pulled the blinds off my eyes. You under estimated everything that I've become. I fell into my own place it was worth every break. I never needed the pain you threw in my face, the only regret I have is waiting this long to fucking kick you right back in your face. You always wondered where my heart was, in each poem I wrote, why you were never there. Now here's yours, Maybe now you'd get the fucking point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-7678250043651498535?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/7678250043651498535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-stabbing-whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7678250043651498535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7678250043651498535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-stabbing-whore.html' title='Back Stabbing Whore'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-8162401976106130883</id><published>2009-06-24T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:41:35.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure of A Star In Flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/i/2009/165/9/3/Broken_Friendships_by_Little_Maggot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/i/2009/165/9/3/Broken_Friendships_by_Little_Maggot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crush your own heart between your hands, watching me slip in and out of what we both watched happen. Standing in the middle of the room watching everything blur, wishing it would end. Made my heart cold before it ever warmed, watching every mood you've made. You sat there still, looking over with that pain. I felt every breath in the room, waiting for the bombs to fall over me. It's never the same thing twice. You've fallen deeper then I ever could hope to pull you from. I sat for you, by your side. In hopes you'd understand our friendship never died. It wasn't my fault, watching you break, every scream. I sat through it all, just to prove you had me. You broke it yourself, watching me walk away. I would have been there til the end ,you had to break every &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing I ever handed to you. I watched you kill yourself slowly, waiting to pull y&lt;a href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs32/300W/i/2008/220/8/e/Betrayal_of_Trust_by_Degoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs32/300W/i/2008/220/8/e/Betrayal_of_Trust_by_Degoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou back up when you slipped down. You betrayed every word you promised to me. Every time I woke to your call, swearing it was the last time, knowing it would repeat the next night. I put everything in you. And you pushed everything I offered away. You've ran from everything you ever gained. You threw our friendship to the fire, just so you could fall and have someone to blame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-8162401976106130883?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/8162401976106130883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/06/failure-of-star-in-flames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8162401976106130883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8162401976106130883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/06/failure-of-star-in-flames.html' title='Failure of A Star In Flames'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-9219575372864846115</id><published>2009-06-18T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:12:15.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Number 5092</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs23/300W/f/2007/334/4/7/Forgiveness____by_666Alex666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs23/300W/f/2007/334/4/7/Forgiveness____by_666Alex666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    Nightmares are what keeps you alive, with the will to actually survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-9219575372864846115?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/9219575372864846115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-number-5092.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/9219575372864846115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/9219575372864846115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-number-5092.html' title='Secret Number 5092'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-3126238404040284844</id><published>2009-06-17T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:48:58.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Letter For You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/i/2008/092/5/3/Falling_Star_by_JelsKi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs27/300W/i/2008/092/5/3/Falling_Star_by_JelsKi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never understood why I sat for hours staring at the stars, or listening to every rain drop fall til I couldn't anymore. I guess being blind this whole time made me realize what I was really missing. I still walk in the dark and close my eyes and try to feel you standing there behind me. It never works anymore, the praying, pleading for you to wake me up from my nightmare called life. Walking in the middle of my hate for you and my love. Wishing you could have been smarter and realized what you were doing to us all. Now I know why I never could stop staring at the sky, just like that night I heard you died. The only star I ever saw fall was that night. I still look hoping maybe you'd send me another sign. I go to the same place, wishing you'd listen to me cry for you and you'd come home. I don't see the same anymore, everything is still in a haze everytime I see your picture. I thought I regained God before he took you, my faith crashed into the earth with that very star. Every dream you tell me to be happy, follow what my heart wants. I did that, but it ended me right back where I started. So please, I don't understand what you're trying to tell me. So again I'm sitting under the stars, praying to God, begging for you to give me a sign. This can't truly be how life will end. This can't really be all life is, heartache..tears...anger..pain...So why again are we here?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-3126238404040284844?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/3126238404040284844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/3126238404040284844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/3126238404040284844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-for-you.html' title='Letter For You..'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2350618159522668792</id><published>2009-05-28T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:18:51.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished due to lack of concentration:(</title><content type='html'>She doesn't get the point of the way the sun turns into shadows. Following every feeling that leads her to the other side. Every feeling that comes and goes as she walks past. It's getting harder and harder for her to ignore everyone's sense. The heart beats faster with every breath when she walks into the room, sensing something isn't just right. Trying to close it off, hoping it'll stop. Controlling the thoughts, the praises, the anger isn't working in her favor anymore. Wondering how much longer it will go on. Hoping it'll be easier, she continues to try to feel whatever comes her way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2350618159522668792?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2350618159522668792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/unfinished-due-to-lack-of-concentration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2350618159522668792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2350618159522668792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/unfinished-due-to-lack-of-concentration.html' title='Unfinished due to lack of concentration:('/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2369292048308780232</id><published>2009-05-12T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:44:16.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*Quote*~ Secret Number 5062 3-27-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs19/300W/f/2007/235/8/8/Secrets_by_foolishworkerbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs19/300W/f/2007/235/8/8/Secrets_by_foolishworkerbee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I cry, it feels like&lt;br /&gt;there's razorblades cutting me open...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2369292048308780232?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2369292048308780232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-secret-number-5062-3-27-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2369292048308780232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2369292048308780232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-secret-number-5062-3-27-09.html' title='~*Quote*~ Secret Number 5062 3-27-09'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-7866420242658868462</id><published>2009-05-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:41:38.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love 9-28-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/140/a/3/love_by_nyinaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 422px" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/140/a/3/love_by_nyinaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The greatest love you can find is the type that makes your heart beat faster, the love that makes you on verge of crying and laughing at the same time. The kind that will fade once things get hard. As all great things, it will fail. It's the kind that every time you kiss, the world stops along with your heart. And at the end of every kiss will come the break. The kind that the stiches never actually cover the wounds. You know how when it gets to that point when your tears don't matter. And their smile becomes a mocking tool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-7866420242658868462?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/7866420242658868462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-9-28-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7866420242658868462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7866420242658868462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-9-28-08.html' title='Love 9-28-08'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-7710506136753210579</id><published>2009-05-11T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:41:22.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><title type='text'>Easier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs20/300W/i/2007/242/6/8/easier_by_clic_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs20/300W/i/2007/242/6/8/easier_by_clic_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason nothing seemed to be coming out right. Everything seemed wrong in a sense. I kept reminding myself it just is a phase, nothing stays anyway. Maybe things will get better, yet as I'm looking down with the tears sliding I realized that I'm falling. Everyone kept saying to smile it'll all be okay. It's not that easy to watch something just fade into space. Maybe if I just turned and walk away it would be easier to close my eyes and let it go. It's harder standing there with the rain falling on my face just so he wont know if I'm crying and it would be easier for them to deny.I'm broken and can bearly breath. God they were right...It's easier to fight everything, make everyone turn first. They don't get the truth, they act as if it's always going to be this hard. Nothing meant more, so why should I be the one always trying to make it better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notes From Author : This is definitely not my best work, really no motivation lately to truly write, but this still comes from the heart just like every other word I write. So as always take it as it comes. And hopefully I will find the motivation once again to write...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-7710506136753210579?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/7710506136753210579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/easier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7710506136753210579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7710506136753210579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/easier.html' title='Easier'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-6899834942170809347</id><published>2009-05-05T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:11:28.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha God I love this video..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eORmvzXN14c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eORmvzXN14c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-6899834942170809347?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/6899834942170809347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha-god-i-love-this-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/6899834942170809347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/6899834942170809347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha-god-i-love-this-video.html' title='Haha God I love this video..'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2400227847941861432</id><published>2009-05-05T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:48:40.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutters Awareness Story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs36/300W/f/2008/253/4/d/_cutter__by_ThiefofChance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px" alt="" src="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs36/300W/f/2008/253/4/d/_cutter__by_ThiefofChance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still walks around in this haze, knowing all things come to the end eventually. The dreams of everything that she wishes she could have been. She knows no one else will understand, it's not even the pain anymore. She's completely numb. Fear was never in her eyes, yet inside she feels the tears of many more years. Dealing with it behind closed doors. There's no stop in her life, everything tumbling down more then she can swallow. Words are underestimated, they don't understand what she's saying. It's more then the blood circling in her hands, feeling everything better then before. Like a herione addict feeding for the very first time of the natural high. An addiction no one can overcome. Contstant state of mind which you never recover. The kiss of death that she longs for, wishing it would dig deeper. Yet when it's all over, she covers up her tears of tainted blood with the bandages. Looks in the mirror and prays it was the last time. The fake smile posts back onto her face, as she walks out the door. Pretending the life she leads is perfection. It's the struggle every cutter has to endure...So while you're staring into her eyes, try to find the hope that's she's held onto her whole life to keep her alive. Figure the reasoning for every cut she's ever made. And realize that it's probably the only thing that can keep her from breaking down and crying at night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2400227847941861432?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2400227847941861432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/cutters-awareness-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2400227847941861432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2400227847941861432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-those-who-know-that-i-love-them-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/6617975019492618080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/6617975019492618080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-those-who-know-that-i-love-them-no.html' title='For those who know that I love them No Matter What!!'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-141312312166585165</id><published>2009-05-04T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:17:16.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Something I wrote for my friend...Domestic Violence Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th02.deviantart.com/fs23/300W/i/2007/319/b/8/Left_Beaten_And_Bruised_by_princessnikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 495px" alt="" src="http://th02.deviantart.com/fs23/300W/i/2007/319/b/8/Left_Beaten_And_Bruised_by_princessnikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand in the middle of the room and yet I still feel the hands. Pulling me apart, screaming as if no one could hear me. Knowing its you yelling at me, feeling your rage fill my body. Nothing compares to seeing you standing in front of me, knowing all along you're already gone. The dreams of you haunt me til I can't breath anymore. I walk into the hallways looking behind me expecting to be pulled into the darkness you kept waiting all along. I feel the hands beat my heart until it's bruised, the screaming never ends. Watching the night fall darker I feel you following closer..watching..waiting for my break. I keep trying to smile, knowing that if I kept you following what the soul wanted..I could break you apart before I let you break my heart. So the next time you see the tears fill my eyes, just know I was only releasing you from the strings of my broken heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-141312312166585165?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/141312312166585165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-i-wrote-for-my-frienddomestic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/141312312166585165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/141312312166585165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-i-wrote-for-my-frienddomestic.html' title='Something I wrote for my friend...Domestic Violence Awareness'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-7187243310468888433</id><published>2009-05-04T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:17:48.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Response'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bleed'/><title type='text'>Response To Maybe Some Of Us Are Just Meant To Bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2007/027/6/d/emptiness_by_diedheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px" alt="" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2007/027/6/d/emptiness_by_diedheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And never really heal. The cuts, just dig deeper. Maybe the ones who show a calm face in the midst of so much agony are the ones who's dying... With no expressions on their face to show There the ones who hide the most, and cut their own hearts out and bleed all over the floor... While at the same time looking to others for help, and no answers. Maybe it's the ones, who seem to have everything to others, but feel so empty at the time of one child lost... Maybe some things are cries for help, without the words actually repeating themselves. Maybe they're numb and their hearts are screaming inside, and the only way to show your alive is to bleed for your pain... Just to prove to yourself that it's really real, that the pain is truly there. Scars are the heart on your sleeve, while the one inside is shattered and bloody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-7187243310468888433?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/7187243310468888433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/response-to-maybe-some-of-us-are-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7187243310468888433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7187243310468888433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/response-to-maybe-some-of-us-are-just.html' title='Response To Maybe Some Of Us Are Just Meant To Bleed'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2489931123831666617</id><published>2009-05-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:40:00.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only when you open your eyes can you truly see all of your flaws...Only when you shut them, can you truly see your perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://th06.deviantart.com/fs33/300W/i/2008/308/9/9/Never_left_behind__by_TraceLegacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://th06.deviantart.com/fs33/300W/i/2008/308/9/9/Never_left_behind__by_TraceLegacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2489931123831666617?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2489931123831666617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-when-you-open-your-eyes-can-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2489931123831666617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2489931123831666617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-when-you-open-your-eyes-can-you.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-3038497101648113094</id><published>2009-05-04T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:36:51.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/f/2006/351/0/7/Fall_In_Love_by_gsdark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/f/2006/351/0/7/Fall_In_Love_by_gsdark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I ever tried to leave would you be the one to actuallystop me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I ever cried myself to sleep, are you the one to hold me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if you said yes for these but when it came down to it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wouldn't be able to fix my broken heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you still stay to protect the trajedy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-3038497101648113094?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/3038497101648113094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/3038497101648113094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/3038497101648113094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-4216851138704307540</id><published>2009-05-04T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:55:32.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I don't get oysters, or why people eat those things. Seriously something about a slimy nasty thing just dripping into the back of my throat makes me wanna gag. I did try them once though, so I'll give it that. Yet for some reason my throat closed and my stomach said "Not uh no you don't bitch spit it right back out" lmao. Though I do have to say sea weed salad is yummy. But once again it's an accquired taste. See now I'm craving Sushi...damn sea food. And omg, remember when you were a kid. And walking up to people with food in your mouth and asking if they liked sea food, was like a totally big deal?? Yea not so funny anymore haha. Does this mean I'm getting old?? I think I should just pretend like I'm 22 forever and see how long I could get away with saying that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-4216851138704307540?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/4216851138704307540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4216851138704307540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4216851138704307540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2377819101119011054</id><published>2009-05-04T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:12:25.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Everyone</title><content type='html'>So if you haven't noticed by now, I'm pretty out there. And mornings are no exception!! I'm up already and wishing everyone else would wake up too!! But first things first, I've got to say that I am soo uber happy that OutNumbered is following my blog. If you come to my blog, you've got to read his too, sooooo random I just love it! This is his link :) &lt;a href="http://www.outnumberedonline.com/"&gt;http://www.outnumberedonline.com/&lt;/a&gt;  You've really got to check it out. It's awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2377819101119011054?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2377819101119011054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2377819101119011054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2377819101119011054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-everyone.html' title='Good Morning Everyone'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-3428950129620440257</id><published>2009-05-03T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:47:52.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illusions of the heart 12/27/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs37/300W/i/2008/243/a/1/A_Black_Winter____by_Little_Maggot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs37/300W/i/2008/243/a/1/A_Black_Winter____by_Little_Maggot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love from the past is an illusion of everything that you say we could have been. A fateful heartbreak wherethe good dies in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-3428950129620440257?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/3428950129620440257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/illusions-of-heart-12272008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/3428950129620440257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/3428950129620440257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/illusions-of-heart-12272008.html' title='illusions of the heart 12/27/2008'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-8040541959442924523</id><published>2009-05-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:34:45.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detergent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Since When Is Laundry Detergent Smelly Like Flowers???</title><content type='html'>I do have to say this new laundry detergent I am using..smells FRIGGIN awesome!! Haha. Everyone has got to try it out Sun Burst Tropical Breeze. I got it for like a dollar something at Fry's. It smells like my Herbal Essence Shampoo. Though I'm still not so sure about being overly empowered smelling of flowers, but hey, what ever right! ;) My boy's on the other hand...not sure they're going to be so enthusiastic as I get over this haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-8040541959442924523?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/8040541959442924523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-when-is-laundry-detergent-smelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8040541959442924523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8040541959442924523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-when-is-laundry-detergent-smelly.html' title='Since When Is Laundry Detergent Smelly Like Flowers???'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-7649055425906756882</id><published>2009-05-03T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:48:38.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Collide Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs40/300W/f/2009/024/2/4/2425c232eef395f901da42b5a0e93214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 451px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs40/300W/f/2009/024/2/4/2425c232eef395f901da42b5a0e93214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing in the middle of hate and fate.No one's looking, covering their eyes, screaming out all their pain. Blood pours over the ground, the lies, the game, it never ends. Life is failing. Mother's holding tightly to the young child clinging to their arms, crying, begging, pleading for the games to end. Save us from the war in our minds. The last life stands. Broken and bloody in our hearts. Watching them pass by, guns to our face, yelling and shooting.Angel's are dying, faith is broken again.Where is our world falling? It's colliding into your hell. Failing to make itself. Lie in wait as your blood covers your eyes, once again, it'll be he who falls and dies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Notes From Author: When I turned on the news and saw the bombs falling I put my oldest in his crib, sat by the TV and wrote this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-7649055425906756882?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/7649055425906756882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/worlds-collide-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7649055425906756882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7649055425906756882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/worlds-collide-once-again.html' title='Worlds Collide Once Again'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2451289660292234761</id><published>2009-05-03T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:39:37.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life I see 5-7-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th01.deviantart.com/images/300W/large/indyart/dark/-closure-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://th01.deviantart.com/images/300W/large/indyart/dark/-closure-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much to say, so little reasons. Tears can't compare to the pain. There's so much more than watching you whole life fall right before your eyes. So many different ways to go, yet none to extreme. All they want is for you to just follow. To many emotions to hold on to complete sanity. Heart feels too heavy to just walk away so easily. The past will always be unforgiving, the scar of weakness will never fade. How do you look forward without your past coming back to harm you. There's no certainty in pleads, there's no certainty of just forgetting. The heart will always shatter either way. Lives end in peices of the closure you crave and there will still be the heaviness of your uncried tears that lingers behind that will make you who you are. There will always be days that constantly rains, and then there will be days you will hate to watch fade away. There's no perfection in the human heart, there will always be cracks and stitching. There's no perfection in the human mind, there's always the cloud of the person's fake reality clouding the pain that will always be there. They're just too scared to see the life I see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2451289660292234761?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2451289660292234761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-i-see-5-7-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2451289660292234761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2451289660292234761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-i-see-5-7-2007.html' title='The Life I see 5-7-2007'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-4439182162246333067</id><published>2009-05-03T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:33:22.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sins &amp; Wings 2/6/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th02.deviantart.com/fs23/300W/i/2008/019/1/2/born_by_pateatsbacon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://th02.deviantart.com/fs23/300W/i/2008/019/1/2/born_by_pateatsbacon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing, it's something, a lift; a temporary set of invincible wings with which can soar miles in a second and handle the skies of my mind, but they can be shredded with the slightest change in direction of the wind. Something so strong and magnificent, yet so dreadfully delicate. A newborn hope born into the palms of my hands which I can watch grow and change, yet how am I to know I'm breeding my own destruction...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-4439182162246333067?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/4439182162246333067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/sins-wings-262006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4439182162246333067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/4439182162246333067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/sins-wings-262006.html' title='Sins &amp; Wings 2/6/2006'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2044324732269578076</id><published>2009-05-03T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:39:22.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>The Funny Things He Does</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here, trying to find something to do. And my husband turns on Mortal Combat Vs. DC Universe...playing one player..then all of a sudden I hear him talking. He's talking to himself about the game. Saying What? Yeah, HAHA. That's Right. Damn it. LMFAO...time for me to turn on my music haha. Just now he says Woah Woah What The. Haha. Lmao..still talking to himself...maybe I should block Batman from playing haha. Weird Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2044324732269578076?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2044324732269578076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-things-he-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2044324732269578076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2044324732269578076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-things-he-does.html' title='The Funny Things He Does'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-8313960083382185339</id><published>2009-05-03T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:12:34.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Weird ~ Totally Random thought</title><content type='html'>Seriously how much more can everyone take of this Jonas Brothers fad? Whatever happened to Hanson? lmfao. Did we all forget about Hanson?! They didn't need the Disney Channel to become famous haha. Seriously, are we that lame now, that we need Disney to control the music industry too?? Geeez. So the next time I hear some 12 yr old screaming about how she loves the Jonas Brothers, I'll lose it haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-8313960083382185339?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/8313960083382185339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-weird-totally-random-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8313960083382185339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8313960083382185339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-weird-totally-random-thought.html' title='So Weird ~ Totally Random thought'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-43131705708382149</id><published>2009-05-03T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:09:54.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys saw me bloggin and wanted me to blog the funniest stories I had of them..So here it is:)</title><content type='html'>For some reason my boys love to make me laugh...like about wierd stuff, for instance, my son who's 6..LOVES watching Ghost Hunters with me. Every Wednesday he tells me, Mom, it's Wednesday...do you know what Wednesday means? It means Ghost Hunters is on...And we're watching it...then he turns to the TV and looks at it then turns back to me and says...Mommy...what channel is Ghost Hunters on again??? Haha. Gotta love my munchkins, the only people in the world who could make me smile like I've never smiled before. My oldest, when he was like 4 woke up in the middle of the night screaming I can't see my ears!!! He still insists to this day that people are supposed to be able to see their ears, and he doesn't understand why God made his ears on the side of his head..haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-43131705708382149?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/43131705708382149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-boys-saw-me-bloggin-and-wanted-me-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/43131705708382149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/43131705708382149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-boys-saw-me-bloggin-and-wanted-me-to.html' title='My boys saw me bloggin and wanted me to blog the funniest stories I had of them..So here it is:)'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-7391415438004590312</id><published>2009-05-03T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:59:04.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary..</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yeah I've gotten some shit for some of the poems I write. So, just before you scroll down and read them, just know, sometimes words just come out.. and I never felt the need to censor myself..so be cautious, some aren't for the faint hearted:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-7391415438004590312?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/7391415438004590312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7391415438004590312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/7391415438004590312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/summary.html' title='Summary..'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-8114196281251786308</id><published>2009-05-03T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:57:13.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/283/d/8/Friendship_by_nicowen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/283/d/8/Friendship_by_nicowen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is wonderful and without friends we are missing a part of ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-8114196281251786308?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/8114196281251786308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8114196281251786308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8114196281251786308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendships.html' title='Friendships..'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-357336711966625702</id><published>2009-05-03T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:52:18.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life 3/17/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn7.bumperstickersapp.com/bs/small.1091087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://cdn7.bumperstickersapp.com/bs/small.1091087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Painful...It's about time someone realized it. Instead of ignoring the rest of the world outside. Stop wondering and keep your heart to yourself. It doesn't matter. The world is cold. Life is only a game, it only matters how you play. If you lose, everything will be gone. If you win, you'll only be lying to yourself. Think about it more than once. Look at the sky and watch the stars, you'll see just how many lives were lost. If you think that you're whole, you won't realize just how much you truly aren't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-357336711966625702?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/357336711966625702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-painful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/357336711966625702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/357336711966625702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-painful.html' title='Life 3/17/07'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-8615694682640540661</id><published>2009-05-03T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:45:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deletion.. 2/14/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th02.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/180/f/a/Hope_by_dooky_blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th02.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/180/f/a/Hope_by_dooky_blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erasing the pain from your mind,&lt;br /&gt;only leaves more scars on your heart.&lt;br /&gt;So take the pain as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end the bleeding stops.&lt;br /&gt;And you cover up your scars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-8615694682640540661?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/8615694682640540661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/deletion-21409.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8615694682640540661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/8615694682640540661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/deletion-21409.html' title='Deletion.. 2/14/09'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2854215093222945403</id><published>2009-05-03T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:54:55.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Benjamin Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/062/1/9/Burning_Angel_by_liquid_venom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 416px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/062/1/9/Burning_Angel_by_liquid_venom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intoxicated Eyes, No longer live that life.&lt;br /&gt;You should have learned by now, I'd burn this whole world down.&lt;br /&gt;You think you've won this fight, You've only lost your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me down, and I will live again.&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done, I'll be the one to leave you in this misery and&lt;br /&gt;hate what you've become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Notes: This was for someone who thinks that life never changes, and people stay the same...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2854215093222945403?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2854215093222945403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-benjamin-lyrics-something-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2854215093222945403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2854215093222945403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-benjamin-lyrics-something-i.html' title='Breaking Benjamin Lyrics'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-646468243551597444</id><published>2009-05-03T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:36:43.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart 3/17/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/f/2008/175/d/b/You_Have_Stolen_My_Heart_by_vampirate14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 476px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/f/2008/175/d/b/You_Have_Stolen_My_Heart_by_vampirate14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Follow your heart, sometimes it's all you have when youre in the dark. Life isn't all that it seems, the pain never numbs, and you'll never fall for your dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-646468243551597444?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/646468243551597444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-31709.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/646468243551597444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/646468243551597444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-31709.html' title='The Heart 3/17/09'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-6536420565945839224</id><published>2009-05-03T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:34:40.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire 3/27/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs42/300W/i/2009/073/9/5/Pyro_by_Pyr024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs42/300W/i/2009/073/9/5/Pyro_by_Pyr024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No you gave me matches and a love note, and expected me not to start a fire in the middle of the woods &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-6536420565945839224?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/6536420565945839224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/fire-32709.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/6536420565945839224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/6536420565945839224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/fire-32709.html' title='Fire 3/27/09'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-6350134351966728339</id><published>2009-05-03T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:32:37.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret 5410 4/18/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/291/f/5/The_broken_hearted_by_kimber84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/291/f/5/The_broken_hearted_by_kimber84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Some Reason I Gave You all The&lt;br /&gt;Pieces, Expecting You To Fix The&lt;br /&gt;Break...&lt;br /&gt;The Only Problem was&lt;br /&gt;You never knew just how broken it was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-6350134351966728339?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/6350134351966728339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-5410-41809.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/6350134351966728339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/6350134351966728339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-5410-41809.html' title='Secret 5410 4/18/09'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644620811648182901.post-2704812591498982956</id><published>2009-05-03T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:08:28.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Okay So First Things First...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder about a whole lotta crap, well since this is my first blog, I'd like to start out by saying something about cats...yes cats...seriously I've wondered about this saying for god knows how long. Curiosity Kills The Cat...Now everyone knows, how people say cat's have 9 lives.  So how does it kill the cat? Does the cat knock off one of it's lives? Or does it take all 9 lives in one shot??? Well, if you have the answer please let me know. Also follow me on Twitter ;) I'm under FoolishLamb1502 of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/644620811648182901-2704812591498982956?l=foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/feeds/2704812591498982956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-first-things-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2704812591498982956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/644620811648182901/posts/default/2704812591498982956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foolishlamb1502.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-first-things-first.html' title='Okay So First Things First...'/><author><name>FoolishLamb1502</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808233435212180761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_68B6QviNyuE/S2kFOSdNHTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/myhhMcDpap0/S220/0201001318a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
