<?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-21944479</id><updated>2012-01-13T21:55:45.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truely Free</title><subtitle type='html'>my poetry and random spurts of needing to have my mind clear</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-9058386039784176248</id><published>2010-07-11T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:39:43.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>The emptiness inside me consumes every thought&lt;br /&gt;like a blackhole it sucks every ounce of sunlight away&lt;br /&gt;I smile by forcing my eyes to read what I don't feel&lt;br /&gt;missing a crucial part of my being twice over&lt;br /&gt;Hatred bubbles from my chest at others joy&lt;br /&gt;with everyone elses happiness&lt;br /&gt;This blackness inside of me is suffocating&lt;br /&gt;only one thought is left, sadness&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly the tears pour down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;leaving trails that speak of my hurt&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every part of me wants this back&lt;br /&gt;bad enough to betray and hurt others&lt;br /&gt; I'll overcome this somehow&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how but i will&lt;br /&gt;for the lost i will fight to remain afloat&lt;br /&gt;of my endless tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-9058386039784176248?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7117261717560630883</id><published>2010-04-24T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:26:56.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing it over nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs49/i/2009/180/2/3/questions__by_ThErEaLDoLLyFrikka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 458px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs49/i/2009/180/2/3/questions__by_ThErEaLDoLLyFrikka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my own search for who i am&lt;br /&gt;it it when i get lost that i feel the most like me&lt;br /&gt;fumbling and blind to everything&lt;br /&gt;yet seeing it all for the first time&lt;br /&gt;so who am i if i am just lost wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling my way through out this being with my feet and heart&lt;br /&gt;searching for an answer that I have&lt;br /&gt;yet choose to think there is more too&lt;br /&gt;how can i keep being without knowing who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from person to person my existence changes&lt;br /&gt;falling from high to low and shinning to dull without a warning&lt;br /&gt;my person is full of these contradictions&lt;br /&gt;leaving my true self shielded behind all the unseen questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7117261717560630883?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7117261717560630883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7117261717560630883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7117261717560630883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7117261717560630883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2010/04/losing-it-over-nothing.html' title='Losing it over nothing'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5529757083501411372</id><published>2007-09-20T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:31:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Quote</title><content type='html'>Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there. ~William Rogers~ very good quote need to use as theme for life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5529757083501411372?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5529757083501411372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5529757083501411372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5529757083501411372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5529757083501411372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-quote.html' title='Life Quote'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6683156969598430542</id><published>2007-09-16T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:05:44.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Speaking~</title><content type='html'>your voice rings loud and clear &lt;br /&gt;speaking from your gut you'll move on&lt;br /&gt;giving out comfort for your efforts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i respond to such blunt words&lt;br /&gt;so clean and clear like dew drops&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost in my own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel you looking for the answers&lt;br /&gt;with every breath I'm reforming them&lt;br /&gt;trying to express my fears and wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your voice has me flying so high&lt;br /&gt;I've wrapped myself in this new feeling&lt;br /&gt;reveling in what i hope are smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find these words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;so hard to form in the fear of losing&lt;br /&gt;ruining something not even there yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll be my wish on my falling stars&lt;br /&gt;that one bright dot i can see up ahead&lt;br /&gt;if only i could open my mouth and speak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6683156969598430542?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6683156969598430542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6683156969598430542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6683156969598430542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6683156969598430542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/09/speaking.html' title='~Speaking~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5053854092180565670</id><published>2007-09-10T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:55:44.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger</title><content type='html'>never been as weak as i was made to be&lt;br /&gt;have no need for a presence to override mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll outshine you all in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stronger than you know&lt;br /&gt;tears are just an escape&lt;br /&gt;fluid steel makes me stronger&lt;br /&gt;that which doesn't kill me&lt;br /&gt;will always make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;stronger than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing through these road blocks&lt;br /&gt;riding the waves as they come at me&lt;br /&gt;watch me climb a latter you can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stronger than you know&lt;br /&gt;anger is just an excuse&lt;br /&gt;titanium reinforcements make me up&lt;br /&gt;you know that what can't kill me&lt;br /&gt;will only end with me stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance on the floor right in front of you &lt;br /&gt;you cant touch me in anyway because i wont see you&lt;br /&gt;watch as i outshine you and prove that your not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strongest thing you've ever come up against&lt;br /&gt;breathing out a fire you can't handle&lt;br /&gt;what hasn't killed me&lt;br /&gt;has made me stronger than you could ever think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs21/300W/i/2007/233/8/3/Woman_Warrior_by_LoupDragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs21/300W/i/2007/233/8/3/Woman_Warrior_by_LoupDragon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5053854092180565670?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5053854092180565670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5053854092180565670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5053854092180565670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5053854092180565670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/09/stronger.html' title='Stronger'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6775228720898703055</id><published>2007-09-06T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:07:42.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Cage</title><content type='html'>hitting another breaking point&lt;br /&gt;haven't shed a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;running till the worlds a blur&lt;br /&gt;carrying me away from the pain &lt;br /&gt;i woke again to you being gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on baby just say the lie&lt;br /&gt;i know its on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;come on and break me slowly&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll never truly come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving the mark of your hatred for me &lt;br /&gt;the black and blue heart scattered&lt;br /&gt;screaming silently under water&lt;br /&gt;looking at the surfaces never wanted to come up&lt;br /&gt;the note left on the dresser lays wet on the floor now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on baby just say the lie&lt;br /&gt;i know its on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;come on and break me slower&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll never truly come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding a broken strength my wings will spread&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving now baby for the first time&lt;br /&gt;won't look back to see your face&lt;br /&gt;as i finally let the tears roll down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;freeing myself from this cage you built about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on baby just say the lie&lt;br /&gt;i know its on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;come on and break me slowly&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll never truly come back&lt;br /&gt;cuz I've flown from my pristine cage&lt;br /&gt;broken and beautiful in the glory of freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs16/300W/i/2007/184/5/6/Broken_promises_by_Speshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs16/300W/i/2007/184/5/6/Broken_promises_by_Speshall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by:Speshall on deviantart.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6775228720898703055?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6082084760968754856</id><published>2007-09-06T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:21:53.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>black hole</title><content type='html'>i never stopped giving&lt;br /&gt;hoping that an empty heart could be filled&lt;br /&gt;the pit holes that now make it up bleed&lt;br /&gt;the fresh red of a rose at the end of winter&lt;br /&gt;i am left on ice to stay alive but catatonic &lt;br /&gt;none of the hope i have returned&lt;br /&gt;everything given ripped away by selfish ideals&lt;br /&gt;this hurting flows deeper and more angry everyday&lt;br /&gt;passing blood bone ans marrow down to my core&lt;br /&gt;a little black place few have seen&lt;br /&gt;a black hole that i have allowed to consume me &lt;br /&gt;faster and faster it eats at me&lt;br /&gt;soon when you take what i have none to give you will see&lt;br /&gt;see the black pit behind the kind blue eyes that hold no light&lt;br /&gt;notice the final mask has been flung away in attempts to breath&lt;br /&gt;gone soon will be my hope, my dreams, my life&lt;br /&gt;for you broke more than just a heart, but a being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/f/2006/342/0/3/Black_Hole_Sun_by_i_mage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/f/2006/342/0/3/Black_Hole_Sun_by_i_mage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by:~i-imagine on deviantart.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6082084760968754856?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6082084760968754856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6082084760968754856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6082084760968754856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6082084760968754856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-hole.html' title='black hole'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6909556307733565931</id><published>2007-08-13T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:29:38.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Enduring memories~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/062/1/4/Memories_by_nixenator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/062/1/4/Memories_by_nixenator.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen into this ocean&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed by this something that is bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;i promised i would never let you in &lt;br /&gt;the reminder of how you sucked my soul dry&lt;br /&gt;left me to rot in my own person hell on earth&lt;br /&gt;how i long to forget every word and be held again&lt;br /&gt;I've always broken the promises i intended to keep&lt;br /&gt;worn down by our enduring memories and touches&lt;br /&gt;imperfect in our beautifully chaotic ways&lt;br /&gt;so lost on our paths we refuse to see the light&lt;br /&gt;i promised with a scream that I'd never fall&lt;br /&gt;another promise yet broken with my shattered heart&lt;br /&gt;for I've fallen into an ocean &lt;br /&gt;allowing it to consume me and wishing it to love me back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6909556307733565931?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6909556307733565931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6909556307733565931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6909556307733565931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6909556307733565931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/08/enduring-memories.html' title='~Enduring memories~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7941155646514131294</id><published>2007-08-02T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:06:53.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*over my shoulder*~</title><content type='html'>I look back over my shoulder and see you there. You stand there in the unknown. Surrounded by the mists of doubt. I will always wonder at the answers you will give me. I am continuously left on the verge of feeling, feeling anything in this frozen world. Would i pity your inability to make the final jump again, when i let you fall without me catching you the last time.  left falling, we have finally come to a frozen limbo where  doubt is friend and foe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7941155646514131294?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7941155646514131294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7941155646514131294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7941155646514131294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7941155646514131294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/08/over-my-shoulder.html' title='~*over my shoulder*~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6516044394866064738</id><published>2007-07-26T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:56:05.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ergnss</title><content type='html'>ive run into an idea repeatedly in the last few weeks, that i am just not worth it to people. Not worth explaining things to, not worth loving, not worth talking to, and any other sort of things. I am just not wrth the effort. Im not sure how i figured this out but i know its mostly true, yea i have the whole my family loves me thing and in alot of cases i guess that more then other people, but this new sense of worthlessness isnt very good for me. Im al perk and smiles at school and work then im miserable at home. I know that most people are faking things and doing that for work, where i have to be happy and energetic if i am or not has afectively broken some inner working i have leaving me drained afterwards. I want to be worth something to people not just be a bumb in their road, a notch in thier belt, however you want to put it. I guess today was just a long really bad day and i will read this a month from now or a year and laugh at how stupid and melodramatic im acting but right now i really do just feel this way and ahve no clue how to stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6516044394866064738?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6516044394866064738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6516044394866064738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6516044394866064738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6516044394866064738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/07/ergnss.html' title='ergnss'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2020134629104615221</id><published>2007-07-21T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:46:09.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Flaws~</title><content type='html'>these string that hold me together slowly are unwinding&lt;br /&gt;each fatal flaw is flowing like water off a cliff&lt;br /&gt;I've dived head first into an unknown cry a war song&lt;br /&gt;unraveling every misconception and proving my points&lt;br /&gt;i have fallen apart and been put back together the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;not who i was not who i am just being lost in translation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2020134629104615221?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2020134629104615221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2020134629104615221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2020134629104615221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2020134629104615221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/07/flaws.html' title='~Flaws~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-3464363125404687347</id><published>2007-07-18T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:25:53.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling away</title><content type='html'>im lonely tonight, not to mention tired. My whole week is going to be like this, long and tired You would think i was used to it by now im really not though. I think the lonely part is the hardest part to get over though. I've never been fond of being lonely or alienated. I want certain people to have time to hang out wth me and vis-a-versa. When i finally make time though they dont have any or its only a very shrt period of time. Ideas on fillin less lonly: brnach out and talk to strangers(slightly scary and least likely), use my phone more and talk to people that way, take time off of work and just wing it for a weekend w/o chores and shiza, need more ideas cuz i feel these are lacking in common sense. Mostly im jst lost in thought lately about waht i want from life. What do i truely want to do when i graduate in two years? How do i really feel about the yungster and what to do with said feelings?how to loss weight while having no time at all.. and so much more...i tihnk the yungster is my biggest worry lately because i do think i like the idea of there being more there just not sure what to do with that idea or how to bring it up even.erg im going to go ramble to my handwritten journal now and hope i fall asleep on it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-3464363125404687347?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/3464363125404687347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=3464363125404687347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/3464363125404687347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/3464363125404687347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/07/rambling-away.html' title='rambling away'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2035362220810409564</id><published>2007-07-12T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:58:06.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Black Knight and Soft words~</title><content type='html'>how your words always left me breathless&lt;br /&gt;yearning to understand the hidden meaning&lt;br /&gt;lowering my walls to let you in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you plucked at my heartstrings &lt;br /&gt;playing me as a tool and loving it&lt;br /&gt;trapped in my own walls now lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;built this tower around me to be safe&lt;br /&gt;like Rapunzel's to high to ever escape&lt;br /&gt;closed in a bubble of loathing and lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wanted you to love me like in a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;my own white knight in shinning armor gone black&lt;br /&gt;trapped me within a cage to slowly fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2035362220810409564?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2035362220810409564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2035362220810409564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2035362220810409564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2035362220810409564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/07/black-knight-and-soft-words.html' title='~Black Knight and Soft words~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5536177507629761800</id><published>2007-07-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:49:04.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.............</title><content type='html'>how your words always left me breathless&lt;br /&gt;yearning to understand the hidden meaning&lt;br /&gt;lowering my walls to let you in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you plucked at my heartstrings &lt;br /&gt;playing me as a tool and loving it&lt;br /&gt;trapped in my own walls now lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;built this tower around me to be safe&lt;br /&gt;like Rapunzel's too high to ever escape&lt;br /&gt;closed in a bubble of loathing and lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wanted you to love me like in a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;my own white knight in shinning armor gone black&lt;br /&gt;trapped me within a cage to slowly fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5536177507629761800?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5536177507629761800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5536177507629761800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5536177507629761800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5536177507629761800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='.............'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-1019091336125606292</id><published>2007-07-10T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:36:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~My Haunting End~</title><content type='html'>The loneliness inside of me grows as each fortification crumbles, &lt;br /&gt;Holding no peace for my wretched heart,&lt;br /&gt;Tears slide down my cheeks as a sign that tomorrow will not come, &lt;br /&gt;The invisible blade is held above my bosom ready to strike, &lt;br /&gt;A wretched soul tattered with no hopes of relief from its internal hemorrhaging&lt;br /&gt;Releasing this eternal blade forever reliving me of heartache and sorrows, to just live&lt;br /&gt;One last sorrowful smile i will grace you with and haunt you till life's end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-1019091336125606292?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/1019091336125606292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=1019091336125606292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1019091336125606292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1019091336125606292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-haunting-end.html' title='~My Haunting End~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8662566383903742717</id><published>2007-07-04T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:47:39.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Lost Connection~</title><content type='html'>so used to you not loving me anymore&lt;br /&gt;this connection is only hurting&lt;br /&gt;its burning me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;leaving an empty encasement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was this unknown love&lt;br /&gt;so long ago when i needed it&lt;br /&gt;to hold and protect me from harm&lt;br /&gt;i cry now for pointless losses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could have been so happy then&lt;br /&gt;with your love meet by mine&lt;br /&gt;gone is that chance only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;wishing to love you and you to love back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8662566383903742717?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8662566383903742717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8662566383903742717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8662566383903742717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8662566383903742717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost-connection.html' title='~Lost Connection~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8474315020947945772</id><published>2007-06-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:07:11.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Empty childs eyes~</title><content type='html'>growing up and learning to decide&lt;br /&gt;accepting that life isn't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;seeing the shades of grey everywhere&lt;br /&gt;losing naivety and gaining skepticism&lt;br /&gt;breaking from our parents molds&lt;br /&gt;holding hearts and breaking them&lt;br /&gt;breathing in life and dying slowly&lt;br /&gt;growing up to find out its not worth it&lt;br /&gt;broken dreams and fractured promises&lt;br /&gt;eyes that once sparkled now empty&lt;br /&gt;how growing up hinders more than helps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8474315020947945772?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8474315020947945772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8474315020947945772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8474315020947945772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8474315020947945772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/06/empty-childs-eyes.html' title='~Empty childs eyes~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5793990927911084831</id><published>2007-06-09T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T01:17:53.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Long Ago~</title><content type='html'>We said goodbye so long ago&lt;br /&gt;even as it hurts to remember&lt;br /&gt;the hole it left is healed&lt;br /&gt;a longing for your voices&lt;br /&gt;fades with every step I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freed of a burden i didn't know i had&lt;br /&gt;letting the future dictate me&lt;br /&gt;saying fuck the past and smiling&lt;br /&gt;going to miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;but i wont let it slowly kill me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathing in the fresh air&lt;br /&gt;unhindered by that unseen pain&lt;br /&gt;dancing to my own tune as i live&lt;br /&gt;moving forward into a light i hadn't seen&lt;br /&gt;we said goodbye long ago but ill say it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5793990927911084831?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5793990927911084831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5793990927911084831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5793990927911084831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5793990927911084831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-ago.html' title='~Long Ago~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-4859427130804628052</id><published>2007-06-01T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:44:17.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Just one more~</title><content type='html'>this longing to see you is painful&lt;br /&gt;burning holes through every thought&lt;br /&gt;biting at me every time i breath&lt;br /&gt;wishing it away is no longer helping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you just make this stop&lt;br /&gt;the after shocks of your touch&lt;br /&gt;months later eating away at me&lt;br /&gt;longing to see you even as your in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering my thoughts i see you&lt;br /&gt;invading every crevasse like a disease&lt;br /&gt;I'm going insane with this anguish&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you everything just for one more kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-4859427130804628052?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/4859427130804628052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=4859427130804628052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4859427130804628052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4859427130804628052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/06/erg.html' title='~Just one more~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8401783326713518605</id><published>2007-05-29T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:26:14.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Moving Forward~</title><content type='html'>I'm looking backwards to see the future&lt;br /&gt;how the once vibrant sky's gone dim&lt;br /&gt;with ever step back a lost smiles found&lt;br /&gt;how we used to laugh in the face of destiny&lt;br /&gt;seeing the journey in reverse is it worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving forwards in a journey i didn't want&lt;br /&gt;hollowing my soul to gain sight&lt;br /&gt;without you I've lost my final purpose&lt;br /&gt;how our minds and bodies would match so perfect&lt;br /&gt;seeing the broken accomplishments left drifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing still facing a mirror&lt;br /&gt;holding a picture of the future and past&lt;br /&gt;with my steps forwards and back i stand still&lt;br /&gt;hoping that my action wont break this dam&lt;br /&gt;seeing in my eyes a destiny unknown yet so cliche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8401783326713518605?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8401783326713518605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8401783326713518605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8401783326713518605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8401783326713518605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-forward.html' title='~Moving Forward~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-844852025689548280</id><published>2007-05-21T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:42:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~emotional vampire~</title><content type='html'>i hold a deadly secret&lt;br /&gt;one that few could know&lt;br /&gt;it ties me to my sins&lt;br /&gt;tighter with every pass&lt;br /&gt;the words i say fall flat&lt;br /&gt;in my ears as i laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you when i cry&lt;br /&gt;broken in need of repair&lt;br /&gt;i long for attention&lt;br /&gt;so its you i go to bleed&lt;br /&gt;for hours we'll talk and laugh&lt;br /&gt;but when i leave your dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold tightly to this secret&lt;br /&gt;a life outside my own&lt;br /&gt;that I've made fade away&lt;br /&gt;left you broken and alone&lt;br /&gt;for just one night of smiles&lt;br /&gt;kisses hugs and your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i would not call you&lt;br /&gt;that i could shed this sin&lt;br /&gt;but you let me in every time&lt;br /&gt;and i bleed you dry&lt;br /&gt;without you I'd be broken&lt;br /&gt;yet with you I've only passed it on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-844852025689548280?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/844852025689548280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=844852025689548280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/844852025689548280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/844852025689548280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/05/emotional-vampire.html' title='~emotional vampire~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2119954327477225904</id><published>2007-05-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:28:42.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Breaking it down~</title><content type='html'>Another break down another day&lt;br /&gt;Tears healing as they cut down my face&lt;br /&gt;Scars of my pain are noticeable if you see me&lt;br /&gt;They run deep in parts and shallow in others&lt;br /&gt;Like the bottom of a lake I hold unknown depths&lt;br /&gt;These tears represent an anguish unseen&lt;br /&gt;A solid core of steel is permeable to your touch&lt;br /&gt;Another break down another day&lt;br /&gt;Falling down a path long not wanted&lt;br /&gt;If you closely you can see me bleed in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Bottling up every break down till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Holding in the burning liquid tears&lt;br /&gt;You wont see me dying because I'm already dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2119954327477225904?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2119954327477225904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2119954327477225904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2119954327477225904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2119954327477225904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/05/breaking-it-down.html' title='~Breaking it down~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-1921402883622128577</id><published>2007-05-05T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:41:01.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Old Promises~</title><content type='html'>You've held me while i cried and now you just look away&lt;br /&gt;say all those days mean nothing but everlasting pain&lt;br /&gt;with every fiber of my being i want to take back what i said&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling down on my knees crying to the rain&lt;br /&gt;sweet kisses shared long ago held suspended in my mind &lt;br /&gt;promises of happiness and no more tears down face&lt;br /&gt;how you used to hold me and make the pain go away&lt;br /&gt;You used to hold me while i cried but now you look away&lt;br /&gt;wont even tell me that my dream have died and gone away&lt;br /&gt;every mistake i ever knew was just so simple to put on you&lt;br /&gt;i never really blamed you how could i lie to you&lt;br /&gt;You ripped my heart out that very day&lt;br /&gt;left me bleeding in a silent way&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i told you i loved you so many ways cause you made me pay&lt;br /&gt;just couldn't lie to you everyday&lt;br /&gt;This love was lost in such a tragic way&lt;br /&gt;You've held me while i cried the pain away&lt;br /&gt;now i cry here empty wishing you away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-1921402883622128577?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/1921402883622128577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=1921402883622128577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1921402883622128577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1921402883622128577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-promises.html' title='~Old Promises~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-1824673268756293874</id><published>2007-05-04T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:01:56.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Dreams</title><content type='html'>sunny skies hold s much promise&lt;br /&gt;like the minds of children&lt;br /&gt;river rush through us&lt;br /&gt;pushing away the pains of life&lt;br /&gt;forgotten are the smile once on my face&lt;br /&gt;long gone is the river to take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;my mind has lost its naivety &lt;br /&gt;the sky's are grey and thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;raising arm to the storm i move forward&lt;br /&gt;embracing pain and hurt like its lives blood&lt;br /&gt;a smiling face hiding a crying soul&lt;br /&gt;the promises of sunny days teasing&lt;br /&gt;a shroud of dreams laid to protect &lt;br /&gt;too far gone to be able to forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-1824673268756293874?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/1824673268756293874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=1824673268756293874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1824673268756293874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1824673268756293874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunny-skies-hold-s-much-promise-like.html' title='Sunny Dreams'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8843541295391071601</id><published>2007-05-04T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:17:07.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Unraveled~</title><content type='html'>i can not change who i am&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are connected&lt;br /&gt;i see you and want to cry&lt;br /&gt;rain pours down my face&lt;br /&gt;from the clouds overhead&lt;br /&gt;consumed in their cycle&lt;br /&gt;lost to lost to my own&lt;br /&gt;unable to pull back&lt;br /&gt;gone down the wrong path&lt;br /&gt;too many wrongs to be right&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to change&lt;br /&gt;every thing is so connected&lt;br /&gt;you had to break that string&lt;br /&gt;watching my web float away&lt;br /&gt;one string unraveled me&lt;br /&gt;one drop two drops three&lt;br /&gt;stopping the counting&lt;br /&gt;i can not pull back&lt;br /&gt;left to an endless cycle of emotions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8843541295391071601?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8843541295391071601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8843541295391071601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8843541295391071601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8843541295391071601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/05/unraveled.html' title='~Unraveled~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8248715158950108110</id><published>2007-04-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T02:25:09.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~remebering again~</title><content type='html'>imagining your lips on mine whispering words&lt;br /&gt;remembering the smile i received after such a kiss&lt;br /&gt;how your eyes would darken and see just me&lt;br /&gt;playing solitaire to look up and not see you laughing&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could burn these memories so they would stop&lt;br /&gt;with time it grows better yet i still can taste your kiss&lt;br /&gt;i remember how your hugs could calm me in just the first second&lt;br /&gt;wanting to forget is not enough because i still see you&lt;br /&gt;i see you laying in my bed bathed in morning light sleeping&lt;br /&gt;in the moonlight as we walk a beach and run from waves crashing&lt;br /&gt;i can still see you when i close my eyes an let the memories fall&lt;br /&gt;kisses so soft, held so gentle i would not break, i see you &lt;br /&gt;even with my eyes closed i have an after image of you burned to my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8248715158950108110?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8248715158950108110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8248715158950108110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8248715158950108110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8248715158950108110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/remebering-again.html' title='~remebering again~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5179113524810688389</id><published>2007-04-28T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:26:36.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How the might fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/012/e/8/Forgiveness_by_shutterbug13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/012/e/8/Forgiveness_by_shutterbug13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore. I'm human. what a simple yet complicated statement. Most people I know probably wouldn't say I'm human in a normal sense, mainly because I'm not. I am the total opposite of normal actually. I love to talk to people, yet I'm terrified to try anymore because of all the friendships that I have lost over the last 3 years. Even some of the people I'm very close to now don't know every stitch that makes me up. Hell I don't even know all of me yet! Yet, I am human. I bleed when cut, I cry when I am sad, I turn tomato red in front of the boys I've ever likes (they see it as endearing I see it as a curse). These things that connect me never came to mind till I found out I was able to be defeated. That my high ideas and morals could be broken, even if only for a short while. I know some people would laugh and tell me " Oh, how that great have fallen" because of statements I have made previously. They have no clue that though I'm a hypocrite now the repercussion for them and for me are very different. I don't let go of my faults well. It a very bad habit I picked up when I was young. knowing where I am weak allowed me to either get better or ignore that part of me. In general I am not a weak person. I hold my ideas, plans, and dreams dearly and above all else. Yet, here I am fallen from my plan wallowing away in front of the keyboard typing just so that I can sleep and not feel guilty. For I do feel guilty even after and apology and realizing I'm human I just am unable to accept that I will make mistakes and forgo my ideas for short periods of time in life, if not for the adventure then because I feel a need or pull to the situation. &lt;br /&gt;Its funny how this situation all came about because of boredom and loneliness. The key is that to become human I have to forget who I am if only for a second and just let instinct rule me. Instinct it something that I don't like to run off of because I give it control and do not get the reins back fast enough ever. At twenty years old I am fairly certain I have only let instinct guide me twice. Of those two times only one is regretted. Regret. That is a word I never wanted to use and really feel it made sense. Yet here I am at 1am on Saturday mornin' and its all I can feel. Pain and regret and loss. I have fallen from my moral high ground and been left with nothing to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;I severely need sleep. I severely need love, the real kind where the other half of me is finally full and I have that tingly sensation with every look or touch. I'm a hopeless romantic so get lost if ya can't handle it! I need to be allowed to be a fee spirit and not feel restricted by my lack of eloquence and beauty. I am in need of acceptance for my true self and my beliefs. I need so much that is not able to be given or taken. I am lost. Lost to every emotion that filters through my brain and the information of this day and age. In ten years I will have faded into a huge oblivion of the work world and have no place in history. I am to be no one, even though I was someone. I write too much.&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5179113524810688389?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5179113524810688389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5179113524810688389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5179113524810688389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5179113524810688389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-what-to-think-anymore.html' title='How the might fall'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-1573200654710214097</id><published>2007-04-24T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T03:31:33.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ cry~</title><content type='html'>slowly you stripped me of the layers of protection&lt;br /&gt;the defenses i use to hide from the memories&lt;br /&gt;closing my eyes to the touches laid on me&lt;br /&gt;shaking ever so slightly as my brain screams no&lt;br /&gt;words that never leave my mouth &lt;br /&gt;just show through tear stained cheeks and hollow eyes&lt;br /&gt;regret pushing forward so fast i want to disappear&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed by this feeling of wrongness and lost&lt;br /&gt;innocents so coveted not fully lost to physical need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-1573200654710214097?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/1573200654710214097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=1573200654710214097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1573200654710214097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1573200654710214097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/cry.html' title='~ cry~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-1762969672821788182</id><published>2007-04-19T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T01:48:17.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Lack of Sleep~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs13/300W/f/2007/062/b/9/Hurt_by_misschix0r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs13/300W/f/2007/062/b/9/Hurt_by_misschix0r.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fond of not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;but thoughts just keep pressing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;weighing so very heavy in the air&lt;br /&gt;suffocating with their presence&lt;br /&gt;lightly i dream of things that bring tears&lt;br /&gt;waking just to want to sleep again&lt;br /&gt;such little reason to continue on this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fond of not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;being dragged day to day with no outlet&lt;br /&gt;forced to see reality 24/7&lt;br /&gt;dreams are my last chance to see this&lt;br /&gt;suffocating as my thoughts whirl faster&lt;br /&gt;sad words sweet kisses and acceptance of pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-1762969672821788182?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/1762969672821788182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=1762969672821788182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1762969672821788182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1762969672821788182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/lack-of-sleep.html' title='~Lack of Sleep~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2882445506511840261</id><published>2007-04-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:28:40.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~SIn~</title><content type='html'>shuttered eyes are trying to see into my soul&lt;br /&gt;a place of secret scars hopes and longings&lt;br /&gt;Sin is what you called so many times&lt;br /&gt;well this sin will never repent for its wrongs&lt;br /&gt;remembering how we both came up breathless hurts&lt;br /&gt;looking into shuttered eyes i see nothing&lt;br /&gt;lost that ability to see into that beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;Sin was waht it all felt like in the end&lt;br /&gt;lost to the insticts a vindictive god gave me&lt;br /&gt;not seeing the smile light your eyes is hard&lt;br /&gt;harder that i could have ever imagined&lt;br /&gt;give me attention, lust and this sinful feeling&lt;br /&gt;pulling away just as easily as if it never happened&lt;br /&gt;shuttered eyes are trying to see into my soul&lt;br /&gt;a place they are no longer wanted so leave me be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2882445506511840261?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2882445506511840261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2882445506511840261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2882445506511840261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2882445506511840261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/sin.html' title='~SIn~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-4452928894800836377</id><published>2007-04-17T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:44:17.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Nature~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/300W/i/2002/35/7/6/And_She_Gave_In.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/300W/i/2002/35/7/6/And_She_Gave_In.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty held within a drop of rain&lt;br /&gt;mirrored by the tears falling down&lt;br /&gt;explained away by faulty moral code&lt;br /&gt;harsh reality as clear as fog on the bay&lt;br /&gt;the drive to move on running out like the world&lt;br /&gt;slowly the turning is stopping &lt;br /&gt;the music has begun to be deaf to my ears&lt;br /&gt;the beauty i see is held precariously &lt;br /&gt;like the drop of a tear from the corner of my eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-4452928894800836377?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/4452928894800836377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=4452928894800836377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4452928894800836377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4452928894800836377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/nature.html' title='~Nature~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-4804743926422250255</id><published>2007-04-13T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:08:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Surrender~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/117/3/d/la_llorona_del_rio_by_Nico1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/117/3/d/la_llorona_del_rio_by_Nico1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this repeated breaking needs to end&lt;br /&gt;i feel trapped in to a cycle i never wanted&lt;br /&gt;rescind to my fate of being alone&lt;br /&gt;every touch i miss makes me weaker&lt;br /&gt;how i imagine your laugh when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking, giving in and surrendering my flag&lt;br /&gt;lost to the the pits of despair and unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;my life was not meant to be anything but&lt;br /&gt;how broken can i be, when i was never whole to start with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-4804743926422250255?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/4804743926422250255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=4804743926422250255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4804743926422250255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4804743926422250255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/surrender.html' title='~Surrender~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2665279546929440176</id><published>2007-04-13T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:01:46.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Not Simple~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/257/9/2/Forever_Falling_by_bloody_earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/257/9/2/Forever_Falling_by_bloody_earth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall down this ridiculous hill every time&lt;br /&gt;moving on seemed so simple, just forget&lt;br /&gt;if only it were so simple&lt;br /&gt;your understanding if hardest to stomach&lt;br /&gt;seeming you and not that  beautiful smile &lt;br /&gt;forgetting is not so simple&lt;br /&gt;You left me at the bus stop wondering&lt;br /&gt;how can you look so unhappy, just forget&lt;br /&gt;If only it were that simple&lt;br /&gt;We talk now as if just friends&lt;br /&gt;knowing that there is a rift vastly growing&lt;br /&gt;Expected to live on and not fall again, i fall&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen down this ridiculous hill straight to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2665279546929440176?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2665279546929440176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2665279546929440176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2665279546929440176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2665279546929440176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-simple.html' title='~Not Simple~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2380948875905452226</id><published>2007-04-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:47:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEA rant and ~Crashing~</title><content type='html'>Life is so unfair. I want to do this wonderful awesome program, but i cant!! I can not do the program for so many reasons. &lt;br /&gt;     1) 25,000 for one semester no matter where or how or when is out of the question for me&lt;br /&gt;     2) My school is on the Quarter system and will not fit well with their semester system at all &lt;br /&gt;     3) I would miss out on classes imperative to my BS degree in Earth Sciences even though i would be doing them on the damn boat!&lt;br /&gt;     4) My family would kill me if i missed Christmas &lt;br /&gt;     5) I fear i would be shitty at the program thus have not contacted the financial aide department though i know they only cover up to 25% of the tuition which leave me with a large sum still&lt;br /&gt;     6) I don't know if i could handle being away from my family for so long without contact with me. i might say man things about them and not want them to suffocate me but i love them dearly and they are my only constant&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: ain't i shit out of luck on this. The program i want to attend but effectively am to scared/ broke to apply and do is the Woods Hole SEA semester. The program i want to join goes from October 7 2007 till December 31 2007. I would travel from Woods Hole Ma to the Key West Fl then from Puerto Vallart Mexico to Papeete Tahiti. Oh gods that would so cool to do! The hardest part to say no to is that the subject matter on the Pacific coast journey is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oceans and Climate Change&lt;/span&gt; I mean that is so what i want to study, though my focus is more on the Caribbean Plateau and how its movement effected the climate. Gods aren't i boring? Even with the extra 2,500 off the final price of the cruise/semester i would be horribly short not to mention probably the dumbest person to ever board on of their awesome sail boats. I know i should have mor faith in myself but i know it would be true. Maybe its time i go talk to my counselor for Earth science and she what she thinks about this and maybe suggest it as a good opening for a Capstone project my senior year(which means waiting a long ass time for it!). &lt;br /&gt;    New Notes living below your Ex is excruciatingly annoying. Not really but i miss hanging out with him an at the moment I'm very tempted to go up stairs and ask for him. I know hes there because hes playing is guitar rather loudly. Its quiet nice to hear him play since he kind of stopped at the end of last quarter and it normally quiet relaxing to hear someone play cords for an hour or so if that then mess around with tunes. I severely miss his friendship. I think i said that already but its very true and bugs me allot. I mean i like the guy fine still and all even to the point that i would definitely take him back if he wanted to date me again, but its hard loss a friendship that was there for half a year so suddenly and totally. We still tal, yeah, but its not the fun talks we used to have or talk like we had when we went to the merry-go-round by Thimm Labs. I've also come to the disicion that I'm not fully meant to have a relationship without being overboard or not into it at all. I'm and all or nothing kind of person. (need passion anyone cuz I've got tons!!) I just have to wait till i find that connection i seem to crave. ::sigh:: i don't think its right that i feel guilty for my actions with him, but i do. I don't think its right that i went comatose for two weeks but i did. I don't think its right that i was rejected because of a time conflict but i was, am, i don't now and i don't like not knowing. I thin too much for my own good and have dreams and goals only another dreamer can imagine. I focus my life on my long term goals but cant ever seem to make a short term commitment meet to its full potential. &lt;br /&gt;~Crashing~&lt;br /&gt;I want to change but have no idea how to deviate from my current crash course.&lt;br /&gt;Following a set code only seen to my minds eye&lt;br /&gt;I'm carabeaning from cliffs that would daunt even the worlds best climbers&lt;br /&gt;Gravity has made me as light as a feather but left me hard like steel&lt;br /&gt;Crashing my way through problems undefined like a tsunami crushing an island&lt;br /&gt;I following nothing but my own dreams and goals while the world goes around me&lt;br /&gt;How could i change the course of this tsunami, deviate from an unknown path, give in&lt;br /&gt;I will crash with a force unknown and slowly pull together just to do it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2380948875905452226?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2380948875905452226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2380948875905452226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2380948875905452226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2380948875905452226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/sea-rant-and-crashing.html' title='SEA rant and ~Crashing~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6347348649601626200</id><published>2007-04-09T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:56:47.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Lost in the Music~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/315/a/e/With_The_Wind_by_LalaLottaLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/315/a/e/With_The_Wind_by_LalaLottaLove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rhythms are beating through my soul&lt;br /&gt;finally letting go of my chains to move&lt;br /&gt;feeling my passion twirl an twist from me&lt;br /&gt;the music an I becoming one entity&lt;br /&gt;steps fall faster then slower intensity rising&lt;br /&gt;letting every wrong and right was away in bliss&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the world in a whirl of notes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6347348649601626200?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6347348649601626200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6347348649601626200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6347348649601626200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6347348649601626200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-in-music.html' title='~Lost in the Music~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-171041027907750003</id><published>2007-04-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:34:38.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Exaplanations~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/329/1/d/Shattered_Dreams_by_Yas_Vyral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/329/1/d/Shattered_Dreams_by_Yas_Vyral.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would explain to you who i am&lt;br /&gt;but not much would be behind those words&lt;br /&gt;to explain you would have to see &lt;br /&gt;see through my eyes and walk in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;you would never understand the words&lt;br /&gt;or how the tears have mingles with blood&lt;br /&gt;I would show you my deepest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;but your mind could not processes them&lt;br /&gt;I'm deep like the ocean where the depths are black&lt;br /&gt;you could never imagine the beginnings&lt;br /&gt;or how the fears formed in the first place&lt;br /&gt;If i could explain who i am you would not know me&lt;br /&gt;you would be left with a shattered image&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-171041027907750003?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/171041027907750003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=171041027907750003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/171041027907750003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/171041027907750003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/exaplanations.html' title='~Exaplanations~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-62802008332558440</id><published>2007-04-06T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:03:06.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Fading angel~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/218/3/2/My_Fading_Angel_by_deathdealer76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/218/3/2/My_Fading_Angel_by_deathdealer76.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the wings you have&lt;br /&gt;As the halo you wear is slipping&lt;br /&gt;A prayer answered with pain&lt;br /&gt;Once so pure but innocence is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your wings begin to fade&lt;br /&gt;As the halo broken in pieces&lt;br /&gt;No prayer is utter through your lips&lt;br /&gt;Once so faithful now faithless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for wings like you had&lt;br /&gt;As I look for a halo not for me&lt;br /&gt;My prayers long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Ones so full of hope left hopeless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-62802008332558440?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/62802008332558440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=62802008332558440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/62802008332558440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/62802008332558440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/fading-angel.html' title='~Fading angel~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6734411202724156553</id><published>2007-04-06T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:56:31.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Dying words~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/080/9/f/Prayer_for_the_dying_by_nastybunny.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/080/9/f/Prayer_for_the_dying_by_nastybunny.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing your laugh so much tonight&lt;br /&gt;I hear it in my mind as you type to me&lt;br /&gt;You've stopping saying all the words right&lt;br /&gt;About how your day was a mess and how there's a we&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore, its all white&lt;br /&gt;Pure intentions like the growing of a tree&lt;br /&gt;The tree is killing little flowers by blocking out the light&lt;br /&gt;Like those flowers I'm dying to be&lt;br /&gt;I want to be pushed away, oh how you were right&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying again as the string attached to you strangles me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6734411202724156553?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6734411202724156553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6734411202724156553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6734411202724156553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6734411202724156553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/dying-words.html' title='~Dying words~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-824269238390723961</id><published>2007-04-04T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:00:03.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Broken Shell~</title><content type='html'>a coat of sticky slime encompasses me&lt;br /&gt;as I lie to you the guilt betrays me&lt;br /&gt;giving away that my soul is not yet healed&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold your hand but it no you I want&lt;br /&gt;with every smile the scum i wear thickens&lt;br /&gt;I want to scrap is off but it just gets thicker&lt;br /&gt;you pulled me from an abyss yet i falter&lt;br /&gt;wanting to fall back into the dark you saved me from&lt;br /&gt;as I lie to you my smile grows weaker&lt;br /&gt;a broken shell of a person you've seen the light in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/026/7/b/I_Had_An_Other_Half_by_Heiroglyphics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/026/7/b/I_Had_An_Other_Half_by_Heiroglyphics.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-824269238390723961?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/824269238390723961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=824269238390723961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/824269238390723961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/824269238390723961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-shell.html' title='~Broken Shell~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2790316678791201579</id><published>2007-04-02T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:45:13.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Stasis~</title><content type='html'>A new begging is all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;reaching for like a bud waking to morning sun&lt;br /&gt;how I'm waiting for that newest door to open&lt;br /&gt;impatiently awaiting new knowledge and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dance only I can see is forming&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of placing those first steps&lt;br /&gt;balanced on tip-toes for the beat of the music&lt;br /&gt;thundering like my heart beat I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait till my soul has left me to begin&lt;br /&gt;if needed I'll hold this stasis for you&lt;br /&gt;to show that I have my new begging held tight&lt;br /&gt;I wont miss the beat this time, I'll be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/194/c/e/Poised_by_ThirstyEye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/194/c/e/Poised_by_ThirstyEye.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(pic is from Deviant art by ThirstyEye)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2790316678791201579?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2790316678791201579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2790316678791201579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2790316678791201579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2790316678791201579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/04/stasis.html' title='~Stasis~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7875921058456489238</id><published>2007-03-25T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:45:49.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories hurt</title><content type='html'>I truly wish there was a way to just permanently forget things. As much as mistakes help you to grow they also take away things that we don't want them to. I mean how is being an emotional wreck for weeks helpful to anyone? sad thing is that not many people even want to see it, and those that do just want you to see past it and move on. IF only moving on were as easy As writing one poem or crying one night. But how is any of that going to help? it really doesn't. The only cure is time, always time. I hate time. Time makes things too slow or too fast or not even at all. Time takes away people you love and offers your things you can not believe. Unbelievable things normally are just that, not true. They are the things that leave you the most broken in the end. That is a lesson so not worth learning on your own, but we all do. So I'm moving forward as I'm dragged backwards so i move no where. I stay stagnant, living in a still pool. i miss the ripples of life. If only we didn't dream i would have been safe from remembering. Vivid dreams are worth a million words, and even more feelings. I wish i could just forget all of those. They have little comfort for me and even less respect for my sanity(though that was lost years ago). For being alive of only 2 decades i feel old. The older i get the heavier the world feels and the more my uniqueness and happiness are being dragged down. I need to find a way to fell happy again that is just  me. Newest goal is to find eternal happiness within myself and smile everyday i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7875921058456489238?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7875921058456489238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7875921058456489238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7875921058456489238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7875921058456489238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/memories-hurt.html' title='memories hurt'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2082405080204573272</id><published>2007-03-25T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:30:29.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Fin~</title><content type='html'>I finally thought I was over this&lt;br /&gt;past the tears falling down cheeks&lt;br /&gt;beyond the hurt deep within my chest&lt;br /&gt;gone from the memories I had wished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally slept with out you holding me&lt;br /&gt;past how your smile made my day brighter&lt;br /&gt;beyond how connected I felt we were as we talked&lt;br /&gt;gone away from the concepts of this we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally thought I was over this&lt;br /&gt;past the heartbreak and sadness&lt;br /&gt;beyond letting memories kill me&lt;br /&gt;gone from crying myself to sleep with what I wished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/033/f/3/Angelica_by_Black_Red_Escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/033/f/3/Angelica_by_Black_Red_Escape.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2082405080204573272?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2082405080204573272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2082405080204573272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2082405080204573272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2082405080204573272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/fin.html' title='~Fin~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7478979644303242843</id><published>2007-03-17T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:00:57.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~red sand~</title><content type='html'>explaining the reasons behind the chaos&lt;br /&gt;how I've ripped my heart open a million times&lt;br /&gt;with every time i die another me is reborn&lt;br /&gt;there is no underlying secret to my madness&lt;br /&gt;i am just me fitting the squared piece in a round hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essentially i pass no trial without a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;giving up the pieces of my heart has become easy&lt;br /&gt;the red life seeping from the wound refreshes me&lt;br /&gt;with every pump another drop is lost and i die&lt;br /&gt;i die slowly in a way that no one can see me fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escaping the hell of my own mind by any way possible&lt;br /&gt;finding the trail that has lead me to my destiny&lt;br /&gt;left as a wreck on the beach i pray for the answers&lt;br /&gt;allowing chaos to overflow my mind in all its being&lt;br /&gt;i am dying for being myself an unique grain of sand on a homogeneous beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7478979644303242843?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7478979644303242843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7478979644303242843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7478979644303242843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7478979644303242843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/red-sand.html' title='~red sand~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6736071800640222664</id><published>2007-03-15T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T03:39:40.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long night + poem</title><content type='html'>i let go of you every day&lt;br /&gt;yet every night i  dream of you&lt;br /&gt;how you talked to me for hours&lt;br /&gt;the never ending conversations&lt;br /&gt;even those hidden smiles i caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let go of you every day&lt;br /&gt;while you let go weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;how i miss your laugh&lt;br /&gt;the way it made your whole face shine&lt;br /&gt;either way I've lost that part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let go of you every day&lt;br /&gt;yet every night its you i want holding me&lt;br /&gt;how tears falling down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;the memories of you too strong in my mind&lt;br /&gt;every night i have to say good bye again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let go of you every day&lt;br /&gt;yet every moment i can spare your there&lt;br /&gt;how my thoughts linger on you&lt;br /&gt;the lack of the ability to let go&lt;br /&gt;every second reliving that pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long night No one knows that i cant sleep because i hate missing your presence. The nights i sleep the best are because I'm too tired to care anymore. I act so strong all day but by midnight i feel so alone without you. How was i supposed to know that i was attached so soon! I did not want to be attached to you. Being attached was not the goal. Its not even about the physical relationship we had. I miss how we used to walk and talk. You were the one person that cared in my life that was right here, right now. How am i supposed to replace another best friend? its impossible, i hope you know that. I could ind anyone and throw myself into a relationship, but you were different just like the ones before. I wear my heart on my sleeve and i guess that's a good thing because obviously i cant read myself that easily. I don't like missing you. I hate forming dependencies on people. I used to be so independent. I was free of all restrictions in a sense that way. Now i just feel like as i et older i get emptier and emptier. As i give more of my heart away to people i lose just as much from others pulling them away. Internally I'm so broken. I can no longer tell where the broken pieces were and where i have to go to put them back together. I'm living without being complete and i dint know how to comply to these circumstances. I'm lost to the world in so many ways. I can throw myself into anything that comes my way to forget the ache i feel, but it only dulls the pain. Everyone always says i over react to emotional stuff. I dint think i over react so much as i put my all behind every bond i form and for everyone of those bonds broken that piece of me breaks with it. How can one heart take so much heart ache? It took me two years to piece my life back together and become the person you first met on the Internet. How i was always so glad to see you on in the early hours. Again i state that miss our talks. You've always had a way to make me laugh or see the optimistic point of view. I don't know how to give that up, but i guess I'll have to if i keep dying every night when you forget me or refuse to hang out I know your busy , we all are. The thing that hurts is that i know your going with other people. Oh its such a small world. I want to stop hurting I want to stop caring. How can i form  this shell i need? i have no clue but its already starting. I've been receding everyday more and more even as i open more an more. how i just don't want to feel anything more tonight, to make the tears stop, to sleep without waking thinking your there, to smile and not feel like its fake, to just feel and know that its showing through my mask. This night has been too long and morning is already beginning to form in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6736071800640222664?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6736071800640222664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6736071800640222664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6736071800640222664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6736071800640222664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-night-poem.html' title='Long night + poem'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-4420062574065347521</id><published>2007-03-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:06:11.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Holding On~</title><content type='html'>~Holding On~&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to long&lt;br /&gt;grieving for something barely had&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to give you up&lt;br /&gt;how this stubbornness hurt me&lt;br /&gt;you cant see this&lt;br /&gt;anymore than you saw the tears&lt;br /&gt;i need to let go but I'm unwilling&lt;br /&gt;my minds numb from the torture&lt;br /&gt;just shun me and forget i exist&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to see you &lt;br /&gt;across the way you smiled&lt;br /&gt;i melted again and cried&lt;br /&gt;I've held on to long again&lt;br /&gt;grieving something i barely had&lt;br /&gt;good bye to the dreams&lt;br /&gt;hugs to the pain they caused&lt;br /&gt;kisses to the phantom left behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-4420062574065347521?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/4420062574065347521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=4420062574065347521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4420062574065347521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4420062574065347521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/holding-on.html' title='~Holding On~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7604496597457273872</id><published>2007-03-12T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:10:59.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Lives Blood~</title><content type='html'>This kills me slowly&lt;br /&gt;like thorns dragging at me&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you to  find yourself &lt;br /&gt;i never wanted to wait again&lt;br /&gt;it kills me to see you &lt;br /&gt;laughing with other people&lt;br /&gt;all the while you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me so slowly&lt;br /&gt;as my lives bloody flows &lt;br /&gt;from wounds unseen making me die&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;stop being selfish and open those eyes&lt;br /&gt;your silence to me is like a parasite&lt;br /&gt;eating away at my mind &lt;br /&gt;it kills me to see you with others&lt;br /&gt;why cant you let me be what you promised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kills me more than you know&lt;br /&gt;the more you push me away&lt;br /&gt;the faster I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;being ignored is not something ill take&lt;br /&gt;open those eyes of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the pain as you walk by me sans greeting&lt;br /&gt;i wont let your forget that promise&lt;br /&gt;you promised my friendship&lt;br /&gt;i wont let that go&lt;br /&gt;please don't ignore me as you have&lt;br /&gt;its killing me faster every day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7604496597457273872?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7604496597457273872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7604496597457273872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7604496597457273872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7604496597457273872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/lives-blood.html' title='~Lives Blood~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2842947131201909902</id><published>2007-03-09T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:10:13.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~The Clues Left Unseen~</title><content type='html'>~The clues left unseen~&lt;br /&gt;give me a clue to were everything lays between us&lt;br /&gt;i can hold nothing over you without reason&lt;br /&gt;you left me for my own good&lt;br /&gt;its just the shock that its wearing off now&lt;br /&gt;gone are the times of getting to now each other &lt;br /&gt;now i feel like were so far apart it wont matter&lt;br /&gt;your heart wasn't in it, was that obvious in some way&lt;br /&gt;i was not played like a fiddle for your enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;more like a friend left to be lost at sea in a storm&lt;br /&gt;where are the clues to this plot line i live&lt;br /&gt;i could break no boundaries before they're made&lt;br /&gt;missing the sound of your voice and your touch&lt;br /&gt;so lonely now its like your miles away&lt;br /&gt;yet we're separated only by a floor and that stake you placed here&lt;br /&gt;don't push me away in hopes that it will make it easier&lt;br /&gt;the harder you push the faster i fall away&lt;br /&gt;consumed by the void of my mind&lt;br /&gt;give me a clue as to were we lie with each other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2842947131201909902?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2842947131201909902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2842947131201909902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2842947131201909902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2842947131201909902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/clues-left-unseen.html' title='~The Clues Left Unseen~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8432494940777373706</id><published>2007-03-09T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:34:53.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~FaultLines~</title><content type='html'>~FaultLines~&lt;br /&gt;All the words in my head have come out too late&lt;br /&gt;how i questioned our actions but did not say it&lt;br /&gt;wish i had not pushed so hard for reassurance&lt;br /&gt;letting physical need override my knowledge&lt;br /&gt;with all these questions in my mind i let go&lt;br /&gt;instincts carrying out desires deeply ingrained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts were floating away as we kissed&lt;br /&gt;the world faded away for those few hours of the day&lt;br /&gt;how empty i feel now without you to talk to&lt;br /&gt;my reassurance, my groundedness in life gone away&lt;br /&gt;pushed away by my inability to voice my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;wish i had broken my silence an seen beyond the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we had in such a short time was for nothing&lt;br /&gt;how i questioned the what ifs of our decision&lt;br /&gt;wish i had spoken my mind the thousand times it screamed&lt;br /&gt;letting go of self control just felt so right&lt;br /&gt;wilting now as i find the faults of our short romance&lt;br /&gt;how will you ever forgive me my faults and talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/069/7/b/I_llMeetYouOnTheOtherSide_by_prelandra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/069/7/b/I_llMeetYouOnTheOtherSide_by_prelandra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8432494940777373706?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8432494940777373706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8432494940777373706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8432494940777373706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8432494940777373706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/faultlines.html' title='~FaultLines~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-952218999188840218</id><published>2007-03-09T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:23:00.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Drag of the sea~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/187/9/3/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/187/9/3/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Drag of the Sea~&lt;br /&gt;Starring out the window towards the sea&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i were there feeling its lull&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel whole again but cant&lt;br /&gt;the pieces have flown on the air to far&lt;br /&gt;unable to pull myself back together&lt;br /&gt;left to drift like a single grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;refusing to sink into the depths&lt;br /&gt;pulled by the currents of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;endless circles dragging at me slowly&lt;br /&gt;eventually ill land on shore&lt;br /&gt;sighing to myself and i wipe the tears away&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were at the sea being calmed&lt;br /&gt;wrapped int he crashing of the waves&lt;br /&gt;released by of these feelings like the shore&lt;br /&gt;drained slowly of the tiny grains of sand sitting on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/187/9/3/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/187/9/3/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Pic from Deviantart by littlemewahtever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-952218999188840218?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/952218999188840218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=952218999188840218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/952218999188840218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/952218999188840218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/drag-of-sea.html' title='~Drag of the sea~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-3115747858881496895</id><published>2007-03-07T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:22:16.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~All Alone~</title><content type='html'>crying all alone &lt;br /&gt;not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;falling apart inside&lt;br /&gt;you didn't see the tears&lt;br /&gt;or how the pain ripes&lt;br /&gt;too proud to fall&lt;br /&gt;living in a shell&lt;br /&gt;forming an ocean&lt;br /&gt;my pillow is soaked&lt;br /&gt;too strong to break&lt;br /&gt;you wont see this pain&lt;br /&gt;how it ripes me apart&lt;br /&gt;or how the tears fall&lt;br /&gt;leaving me awake &lt;br /&gt;too strong is my pride&lt;br /&gt;as the facade crumbles&lt;br /&gt;you'll see my tears&lt;br /&gt;exposed to the wounds&lt;br /&gt;see the broken pride&lt;br /&gt;are you happy i finally broke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-3115747858881496895?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/3115747858881496895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=3115747858881496895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;how your arm rested around my waist&lt;br /&gt;so short a time of comfort&lt;br /&gt;how could you hold me that way&lt;br /&gt;i can not forgive this so fast&lt;br /&gt;laying here as tears pour out&lt;br /&gt;i can not understand why i hurt&lt;br /&gt;how could you not feel for me back&lt;br /&gt;so long i waited for a fake&lt;br /&gt;how your lips meet mine all a lie&lt;br /&gt;i can not forget your eyes &lt;br /&gt;laying here so empty as i cry for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs13/i/2007/057/5/4/Crying_by_Sblommaert.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs13/i/2007/057/5/4/Crying_by_Sblommaert.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8887359309284453322?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8887359309284453322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8887359309284453322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8887359309284453322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8887359309284453322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/trying-to-forget.html' title='~Trying to Forget~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-4134664620667224942</id><published>2007-03-06T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:21:24.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Giving in~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs7/300W/f/2006/346/e/4/The_wall_by_dliana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs7/300W/f/2006/346/e/4/The_wall_by_dliana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to exist in this world anymore&lt;br /&gt;the pressures hitting me are too much&lt;br /&gt;breaking away my barriers with every blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant exist in this world anymore&lt;br /&gt;my essence has already been destroyed&lt;br /&gt;right before my eyes I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont exist in this world anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've hidden away in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;lost to everything they wanted of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-4134664620667224942?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/4134664620667224942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=4134664620667224942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4134664620667224942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4134664620667224942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/giving-in.html' title='~Giving in~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-513491080835729171</id><published>2007-03-05T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:13:26.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Hiding Again~</title><content type='html'>your hiding from me again&lt;br /&gt;leaving me guessing at words&lt;br /&gt;you leave them unfinished&lt;br /&gt;we are unfinished tottering&lt;br /&gt;up and down this life goes&lt;br /&gt;agreeing on this friendship&lt;br /&gt;left alone to support it&lt;br /&gt;your hiding from me again&lt;br /&gt;were my words so harsh to you&lt;br /&gt;is my smile to fake to handle&lt;br /&gt;will you just come back to talk&lt;br /&gt;tell me the thing you used to&lt;br /&gt;stop hiding behind your door&lt;br /&gt;i wont break as long as you speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs7/300W/f/2006/344/3/a/The_way__the_truth__and_life_by_JohndeLano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs7/300W/f/2006/344/3/a/The_way__the_truth__and_life_by_JohndeLano.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-513491080835729171?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/513491080835729171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=513491080835729171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/513491080835729171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/513491080835729171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/hiding-again.html' title='~Hiding Again~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6792326420770483836</id><published>2007-03-05T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:28:08.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Oh Teacher~</title><content type='html'>my brain is dying&lt;br /&gt;slowly eaten away&lt;br /&gt;dragged down by this&lt;br /&gt;oh teacher break me faster&lt;br /&gt;make my dreams further away&lt;br /&gt;tell me how i will fail&lt;br /&gt;hollow my soul with pointless facts&lt;br /&gt;my brain is slowly dying &lt;br /&gt;torn apart bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;replaced with a computerchip&lt;br /&gt;oh teacher you've broken me&lt;br /&gt;now i just tell you what you want&lt;br /&gt;left with broken dreams and facts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6792326420770483836?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6792326420770483836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6792326420770483836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6792326420770483836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6792326420770483836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-teacher.html' title='~Oh Teacher~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8644282884989481348</id><published>2007-03-04T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:06:17.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Strings</title><content type='html'>so give me a sign and show me how wrong i am&lt;br /&gt;by proving to my heart that i should not care&lt;br /&gt;delete all the pain that I'm hording inside&lt;br /&gt;make me see through the rose tinted glasses you wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a blessing and make me live again&lt;br /&gt;explain all the complexities of my mind in simple phrase&lt;br /&gt;scrapping away all the scars like dried glue on the table&lt;br /&gt;make me feel the softness of the ocean breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so give me a sign and show me how right you are&lt;br /&gt;take that knife and cut out the red string that connects us&lt;br /&gt;remove every sweet word you whispered in me ear&lt;br /&gt;make this heartache finally disappear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/345/9/7/Cannot_go_where_my_heart_leads_by_strawberrygina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/345/9/7/Cannot_go_where_my_heart_leads_by_strawberrygina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~art by strawberrygina on deviantart.com~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8644282884989481348?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8644282884989481348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8644282884989481348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8644282884989481348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8644282884989481348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/heart-strings.html' title='Heart Strings'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6906826450144271086</id><published>2007-03-01T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:44:54.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In charge of my own fate</title><content type='html'>freedom, oh how i wish i could feel free. like there was nothing holding me back from my dreams or wants. shining like the sun on mountains raveling in its own joy of being. How can i ever be free? i am always held down my ropes, restrictions, fears. I remember once when i was little i told my dad that i wasn't scared of the world, how far i have fallen in a decade an a half. I run away from everything now, it just always seems easier than facing the truths. The truths that i am scared, of everything. I'M terrified of the future because its always so uncertain even though i know exactly where i want to in it. I'm even more scared of the past and how it always catches up to me, making it so hard to let go and move on in life. Most frightening is the present. A time in which every second counts and one wrong step out of line in this rigid dance people call an education can cost me my everything, my knowledge.  &lt;br /&gt;  The lost of knowledge would be the greatest loss i could ever imagine.I made a promise to never give that up and to keep trying;so why do i keep acting like a terrified horse rearing at the trees in the wind? How did i loss that pride i had in myself that made me strong and stubborn? By letting the actions of others dictate who i am, i lost myself. I buried the strong energetic child in hopes that a new person would move forward, it never has. In the time i was to grow i was restricted by invisible ropes. The binded my heart to another and thus  i became what i had to. I lost piece by piece day by day the strength to fight back. Then i broke.I broke into to so many tiny pieces that i was left with a blank canvas to recreate my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;  Bit by tiny bit Ive become stronger, more powerful, a force to be reckoned with. Yet, still there are fears holding me, rooting me to old habits of giving away pieces of myself. I know now, two decades into my life, that people are never constants. We all change, move on, grow up, cure broken hearts. How to do these things i know will take longer to leaner. As hard s the lessons are on these things i have one constant, the ability to recreate a blank canvas and try again. For when one door closes many others open up opportunities that you might have never imagined. So, the boy might have broke your hart but you can fix in a slow process. A loved one might pass to the realm of Heaven to watch over you and you must endure for they are now a guiding light for you. The lesson that as an adult you are responsible for ever action of your own and that it affects everyone around you negative or positive is hard to accept ,yet still very true. Lastly, accepting change in your life is hard, its hurts, it make you confused, frustrated. All those things that you which you could just stop feeling at that moment in time,but it like the clouds has little designating its path than the currents of the air and fate. For in the end we are the currents of our own fates. Designating the paths we will walk down and what risk we are willing to take. So as master of my fate i bow to ropes, fears, restrictions. I will love with all i am, speak with the convictions i feel, and act as my heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs14/i/2006/360/1/e/Queen_of_Air_and_Darkness_by_poseraddicts.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs14/i/2006/360/1/e/Queen_of_Air_and_Darkness_by_poseraddicts.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6906826450144271086?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6906826450144271086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6906826450144271086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6906826450144271086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6906826450144271086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-charge-of-my-own-fate.html' title='In charge of my own fate'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8312611899010763674</id><published>2007-02-27T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:27:34.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Thunder~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs12/f/2006/333/9/5/storm_by_justyna7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs12/f/2006/333/9/5/storm_by_justyna7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Thunder~&lt;br /&gt;with the thunder comes a new revalation&lt;br /&gt;where your eyes could not hold mine&lt;br /&gt;when your hand no longer reaches to me&lt;br /&gt;how your smile refuses to reach your eyes&lt;br /&gt;with excuses you break this crumbling foundation&lt;br /&gt;push me away like the fly on the lemonade&lt;br /&gt;going cold after acting like my insulator&lt;br /&gt;with thunder come the truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8312611899010763674?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8312611899010763674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8312611899010763674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8312611899010763674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8312611899010763674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/thunder.html' title='~Thunder~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-502098474291697013</id><published>2007-02-23T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:25:27.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Unseen Path~</title><content type='html'>I'm traveling in a haze &lt;br /&gt;A void of grayness&lt;br /&gt;Uneasy I travel this road&lt;br /&gt;Pulling between it all&lt;br /&gt;An unseen fight raging&lt;br /&gt;Competing for focus&lt;br /&gt;The darkness calling&lt;br /&gt;With comfort of routine&lt;br /&gt;While a light fights subtly&lt;br /&gt;Pulsing ever stronger&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this grey void&lt;br /&gt;I'm travel a road unseen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-502098474291697013?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/502098474291697013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=502098474291697013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/502098474291697013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/502098474291697013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/unseen-path.html' title='~Unseen Path~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8851699189300433871</id><published>2007-02-22T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:38:01.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Taste of Salt~</title><content type='html'>~Taste of Salt~&lt;br /&gt;A constant reminder of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Eyes reminiscent of sea glass&lt;br /&gt;So smooth is your touch like water&lt;br /&gt;Every taste of your skin holds me&lt;br /&gt;Salty like the waters I'm so enamored with&lt;br /&gt;Making my emotions calm in your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A constant reminder of my oasis&lt;br /&gt;Embracing me and making me feel fragile&lt;br /&gt;Consoling with strong yet bubbling tones&lt;br /&gt;Enfolding me in my entirety&lt;br /&gt;The reminder I'm a grain of sand in this life&lt;br /&gt;While making me fall more and more for your beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8851699189300433871?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8851699189300433871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8851699189300433871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8851699189300433871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8851699189300433871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/taste-of-salt.html' title='~Taste of Salt~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7967881243306875106</id><published>2007-02-16T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:59:11.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Cry for Help~</title><content type='html'>come save me from this drownding&lt;br /&gt;this falling through the void&lt;br /&gt;so much to take in and not enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drownding in my emotions&lt;br /&gt;fading away once again&lt;br /&gt;save me from my inner self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blank of thought and life&lt;br /&gt;left on my own to fade away&lt;br /&gt;falling faster through the void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come save me from the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;my own thoughts eating me alive&lt;br /&gt;save me before i fade away to nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7967881243306875106?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7967881243306875106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7967881243306875106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7967881243306875106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7967881243306875106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/cry-for-help.html' title='~Cry for Help~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7730116994393629193</id><published>2007-02-15T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:48:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Sweet Valentine~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/300W/images3.deviantart.com/i/2004/168/a/e/Embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/300W/images3.deviantart.com/i/2004/168/a/e/Embrace.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sweet Valentine~&lt;br /&gt;your every heartbeat goes with mine&lt;br /&gt;laying here on the floor talking&lt;br /&gt;your arms around me holding me&lt;br /&gt;the soft smell of you enticing me&lt;br /&gt;how with every gentle caress &lt;br /&gt;a shock is sent through my body&lt;br /&gt;I'd respond in kind to your soft kisses&lt;br /&gt;so sinful its like tasting heaven&lt;br /&gt;velvet touches and strong embraces&lt;br /&gt;how i wish this night has never ended&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7730116994393629193?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7730116994393629193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7730116994393629193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7730116994393629193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7730116994393629193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/sweet-valentine.html' title='~Sweet Valentine~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7571996365610824419</id><published>2007-02-11T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:58:51.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Breath~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs4/i/2004/236/8/f/Hold_On.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs4/i/2004/236/8/f/Hold_On.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart is beating so fast&lt;br /&gt;the pulse in your neck so strong&lt;br /&gt;beating so hard as your breath shortens&lt;br /&gt;beating out a staccato matching mine&lt;br /&gt;the music of our hearts mixing&lt;br /&gt;as one rises the other falls perfectly in tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft touches trying to memorize every curve&lt;br /&gt;lingering at times lavishing me with care&lt;br /&gt;the taste of salt from your skin lingers&lt;br /&gt;breath hitching as your fingertips touch mine&lt;br /&gt;breathing to an unknown rhythm of a bass&lt;br /&gt;lost to the sinful taste of each other&lt;br /&gt;as we rise and fall like the waves of the sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7571996365610824419?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7571996365610824419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7571996365610824419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7571996365610824419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7571996365610824419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/breath.html' title='~Breath~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2813310954364970099</id><published>2007-02-11T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:25:10.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Wrapped up in you~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/103/a/e/Wrapped_up_in_You_by_ArtphotogAK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/103/a/e/Wrapped_up_in_You_by_ArtphotogAK.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wrapped up in you~&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in you intensely staring&lt;br /&gt;seeing within your soul to your depths&lt;br /&gt;bodies moving as one in the passion&lt;br /&gt;as the moments move on kisses linger&lt;br /&gt;touches ached to be felt once again&lt;br /&gt;so wrapped up in you I'm going insane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2813310954364970099?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2813310954364970099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2813310954364970099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2813310954364970099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2813310954364970099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/wrapped-up-in-you.html' title='~Wrapped up in you~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8225958703357808788</id><published>2007-02-05T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:12:41.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Breaking the cycle~</title><content type='html'>~Breaking the cycle~&lt;br /&gt;so sick of this cycle&lt;br /&gt;wanting to break out&lt;br /&gt;feeling so trapped&lt;br /&gt;lost to too many emotions&lt;br /&gt;i feel the whole of it&lt;br /&gt;i want to comfort  &lt;br /&gt;but my words fail me&lt;br /&gt;i can say sorry again&lt;br /&gt;but that wont change things&lt;br /&gt;the cycle is never ending&lt;br /&gt;never to be broken&lt;br /&gt;damn by a god of vengeance&lt;br /&gt;to live and die&lt;br /&gt;be born only to decompose&lt;br /&gt;I'm always here for you&lt;br /&gt;as long as you need me&lt;br /&gt;ill linger at the edges&lt;br /&gt;supporting you today&lt;br /&gt;catching you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;please don't fall down&lt;br /&gt;let the pieces so recently &lt;br /&gt;drawn together to keep&lt;br /&gt;lets break this cycle &lt;br /&gt;don't fall apart on me&lt;br /&gt;stay as solid as diamonds&lt;br /&gt;loving like today is your last&lt;br /&gt;lets break this Divine cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/094/3/1/Angel_of_Darkness_by_TsukiKamiKat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/094/3/1/Angel_of_Darkness_by_TsukiKamiKat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8225958703357808788?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8225958703357808788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8225958703357808788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8225958703357808788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8225958703357808788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/breaking-cycle.html' title='~Breaking the cycle~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-1033250336472740000</id><published>2007-02-04T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:49:04.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Dancing with You~</title><content type='html'>~Dancing with You~&lt;br /&gt;i want to dance with your laughter&lt;br /&gt;as it sparkles around me &lt;br /&gt;twisting paths unseen in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your understanding so intriguing&lt;br /&gt;leaving me wondering what it is&lt;br /&gt;your thinking when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to dance with you in the night&lt;br /&gt;as we laugh at the twinkling of the stars&lt;br /&gt;twirling along paths only we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hands supporting my every move&lt;br /&gt;our bodies moving in perfect tandem&lt;br /&gt;knowing your minds thoughts of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to never stop seeing your smile&lt;br /&gt;sweet as the soul that gives it birth&lt;br /&gt;laying those lips to min so softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts blending perfectly with mine&lt;br /&gt;pulling us in new directions freely&lt;br /&gt;following no set path but being free as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/117/d/1/Hold_me_by_White_Rose_At_Mornin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/117/d/1/Hold_me_by_White_Rose_At_Mornin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-1033250336472740000?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/1033250336472740000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=1033250336472740000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1033250336472740000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1033250336472740000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/dancing-with-you.html' title='~Dancing with You~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6432417007673362692</id><published>2007-02-03T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:26:57.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Still Crying~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/356/8/a/crying_by_SleepingTrinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/356/8/a/crying_by_SleepingTrinity.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Still Crying~&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly they tell me the pain will fade like the fog in morning&lt;br /&gt;promising i'd not cry has only left me with wet tear tracks at your name&lt;br /&gt;talking of you passing causing a renewed sense of defeat&lt;br /&gt;unable to condem your early passing but saying it was a blessing&lt;br /&gt;the blessing that is still breaking my heart to remember&lt;br /&gt;heartbreak  for a lover is easier than this in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;reminders of your life following me pushing me onward&lt;br /&gt;my promises of never giving up pulling new ambitious out of me&lt;br /&gt;i loved you for everything you were Uncle, Father, Brother,Son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6432417007673362692?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6432417007673362692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6432417007673362692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/062/9/6/where_are_you____by_randomstarlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/062/9/6/where_are_you____by_randomstarlight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Your Ghost~&lt;br /&gt;i hide little from you I hold nothing back&lt;br /&gt;when asked i respond with truth leaking from my lips&lt;br /&gt;i do not give my secrets freely i give them when they're needed&lt;br /&gt;you hold back so much its seems that your burdened&lt;br /&gt;your past either haunting you or insecurities overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;when asked will you respond in kind to my truths&lt;br /&gt;if i kissed your cheek would you turn away from me&lt;br /&gt;i agreed to something false only to feel its truth&lt;br /&gt;can you hold me tight an whisper words so soft &lt;br /&gt;calling my name in you sleep is it me or a figment of passing&lt;br /&gt;I've become your nightly ghost sharing in your fears&lt;br /&gt;transgressions moving forward that we can not stop now&lt;br /&gt;kiss my lips this night and taste of me the truths i tell&lt;br /&gt;taste the truth of my pain longing and patients for you&lt;br /&gt;run your hands along the scars of those before you&lt;br /&gt;heal them or break open the hurts they've left me with&lt;br /&gt;i am your ghost of the night haunting your dreams&lt;br /&gt;i will hide little from you once asked for the truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7294850515217541153?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7294850515217541153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7294850515217541153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7294850515217541153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7294850515217541153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-ghost.html' title='~Your Ghost~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6629704399680178677</id><published>2007-02-02T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:30:51.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~spinning~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2007/001/5/5/SPINNING_OUT_OF_CONTROL_by_Black_Mage_Raevynn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2007/001/5/5/SPINNING_OUT_OF_CONTROL_by_Black_Mage_Raevynn.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~spinning~&lt;br /&gt;the spinning has been slowing&lt;br /&gt;allowing our two bodies closer&lt;br /&gt;still longing to taste your kiss&lt;br /&gt;doing the tango to unheard music&lt;br /&gt;we move closer barely touching&lt;br /&gt;ghosting each others feelings&lt;br /&gt;arms snaking around my waist&lt;br /&gt;holding me closer than before&lt;br /&gt;the soft smell of you skin &lt;br /&gt;still unknown is the ending&lt;br /&gt;as the spinning begins to slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6629704399680178677?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6629704399680178677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6629704399680178677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6629704399680178677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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reviled&lt;br /&gt;wasting away as food no longer offers nourishment&lt;br /&gt;wanting little but love and life in retrospect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2230028802808855063?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2230028802808855063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2230028802808855063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2230028802808855063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2230028802808855063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/broken.html' title='~Broken~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2085089676406833997</id><published>2007-01-26T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:07:26.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Death passing~</title><content type='html'>~death passing~&lt;br /&gt;Yet another death passes thrugh my life&lt;br /&gt;not close to my heart but close one who is&lt;br /&gt;the pain she must feel at the horrid loss&lt;br /&gt;i want to help her not feel torn up inside&lt;br /&gt;but how can i when i still am torn to bits&lt;br /&gt;wanting to give her support in any fashion&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to let the tears for her life fall&lt;br /&gt;the life she had riped from her too soon&lt;br /&gt;so unfair to the worst degree&lt;br /&gt;rising the voices of amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;singing the emotions of the torn soul&lt;br /&gt;leading our greiveing lifes forward &lt;br /&gt;encompassing her to keep her sane&lt;br /&gt;one of my dearest friends is being broken&lt;br /&gt;and i can no longer fix her sorrows for they are also mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2085089676406833997?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2085089676406833997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2085089676406833997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2085089676406833997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2085089676406833997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-passing.html' title='~Death passing~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5892685943490505659</id><published>2007-01-26T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:54:10.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>the boy holds me solidly than i could have thought. were so simialr but so diferent it so nice to have someon to talk to about everything!god and hes such a sweet person!! how the did i get so damn lucky!well now i sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5892685943490505659?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5892685943490505659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5892685943490505659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5892685943490505659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5892685943490505659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/rambling_26.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-3015728829721092377</id><published>2007-01-25T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:26:38.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~untitled~</title><content type='html'>how will we grow together &lt;br /&gt;drowning in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;helping eachother float&lt;br /&gt;encouraging the under loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we make the promises&lt;br /&gt;hold to that standards set&lt;br /&gt;going forth into this world&lt;br /&gt;destined to be torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding tight to you internally&lt;br /&gt;balanced is the outcome&lt;br /&gt;centered in ways unknown&lt;br /&gt;quiet of mind an soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not hiding these pretenses&lt;br /&gt;honesty formost in trust&lt;br /&gt;smiles just for u and me&lt;br /&gt;questions similairly placed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-3015728829721092377?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/3015728829721092377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=3015728829721092377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/3015728829721092377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/3015728829721092377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled.html' title='~untitled~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2114302033335638693</id><published>2007-01-24T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:05:41.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>im sittng here at 8till midnight thinking of everything and yet nothing at all. I want to call the boy that has been in my thoughts all day because my mind is soo much more still while im with him. Then i dont want to be with him at all because of the things i always think adn pretend to do but dont. I am a coward in every sense of the word. I rather live in the world of my mind were things are so much more simplictic but alas im unable to fall into that rabbits hole. Im really cold again, it was sucha  beautiful day and i was so warm while i layed in the sun after i had lunch(the only meal today :-/)while i shuffled cards thinking. i want to walk the beach with him agan and again till every thought ive ever conceived is brought to the surface and put on displace for him to know and talk of. His sincerity is awe inspiring. I woder if he is just to innocent to even know my whole mind. maybe the world is. its best to keep ones mind to oneself when you ahve no clue were it is the thoughts you think surface from. I want to write more because i feel lighter when i have written but then again my heart is my sleeve if you look close enough. Im broke, i woder if i ahve always been this way. i always want the impossible in life love career mind. who knows maybe those high goals will one day be fullfiled. i dont sleep well most nights now, i wonder what it is about ym dreams that wakes me so that i lay for hours not thinking just taking in the quiet of the early morning. one of these days i need to wach that sunrise and find my peace with it, just because it brings another day does not make it the enemy, more so it makes it a timless companion and confidant. long days should conclude with tired minds, i tihnk my mind just speeds up till i collapse into bed to wake hours later having not felt sleep in any way. ::sigh:: imust try to sleep now, being awake for 20 hrs is too much for any one soul in this horrid life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2114302033335638693?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2114302033335638693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2114302033335638693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2114302033335638693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2114302033335638693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-6485179119660261130</id><published>2007-01-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:01:13.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~thoughts~</title><content type='html'>~thoughts~&lt;br /&gt;so little thoughts&lt;br /&gt;just imagining you&lt;br /&gt;the sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;how you laugh&lt;br /&gt;i noticed you&lt;br /&gt;before i even knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little thoughts&lt;br /&gt;images flashing by&lt;br /&gt;windy beaches&lt;br /&gt;badly lite pubs&lt;br /&gt;comofrting living rooms&lt;br /&gt;if only youd come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little thoughts&lt;br /&gt;breaking every nerve&lt;br /&gt;we're just here&lt;br /&gt;left to deal&lt;br /&gt;come here wont you&lt;br /&gt;i need you with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-6485179119660261130?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/6485179119660261130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=6485179119660261130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6485179119660261130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/6485179119660261130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/thoughts.html' title='~thoughts~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-4793579985573454852</id><published>2007-01-18T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:55:55.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruptured Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rupturedrhapsody.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruptured Rhapsody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vert thought provokeing blog on childhood an life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-4793579985573454852?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rupturedrhapsody.blogspot.com/' title='Ruptured Rhapsody'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/4793579985573454852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=4793579985573454852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4793579985573454852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/4793579985573454852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/ruptured-rhapsody.html' title='Ruptured Rhapsody'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8646910225376986304</id><published>2007-01-18T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:31:12.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Slipping~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36283801/?qo=87&amp;q=slipping+away&amp;amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36283801/?qo=87&amp;q=slipping+away&amp;amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~slipping~&lt;br /&gt;i feel you slip away even as i see you so close&lt;br /&gt;holding your close is just a dream i hold&lt;br /&gt;telling myself i can one day stand beside you&lt;br /&gt;you could do so much better than me&lt;br /&gt;yet i hold on faithfully as you slip away&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where this is going at all&lt;br /&gt;spiralling out of control in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;i feel you slipping from my grasp&lt;br /&gt;even though we've barely ever touched&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to keep you&lt;br /&gt;you, who has never been mine&lt;br /&gt;i want you for you even though your not mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8646910225376986304?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8646910225376986304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8646910225376986304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8646910225376986304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8646910225376986304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/slipping.html' title='~Slipping~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-1336191600152739299</id><published>2007-01-17T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:15:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Doomed~</title><content type='html'>~Doomed~&lt;br /&gt;doomed to wait for you understanding&lt;br /&gt;willing you to read my mind to see it&lt;br /&gt;holding back the tidal wave of emotions&lt;br /&gt;tossing and turing in the uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;damned to not know your answers&lt;br /&gt;swearing that trying harder pushes too hard&lt;br /&gt;trying to belive my own lies staring me in the face&lt;br /&gt;wilting like a flower dying for water&lt;br /&gt;i die waiting for your answers&lt;br /&gt;fearing all is lost and my hopes shattered&lt;br /&gt;doomed to be consumed by emotions constantly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-1336191600152739299?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/1336191600152739299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=1336191600152739299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1336191600152739299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1336191600152739299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/doomed.html' title='~Doomed~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7474305780123341992</id><published>2007-01-14T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:03:23.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Too Long~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3512830/?qo=427&amp;q=reaching+for+touch&amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3512830/?qo=427&amp;q=reaching+for+touch&amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Too Long~&lt;br /&gt;you've left me wondering too long &lt;br /&gt;hiding behind your walls, so sad&lt;br /&gt;you're face was what kept me going&lt;br /&gt;holding me higher because of your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've pulled my strings too hard&lt;br /&gt;playing me as your puppet so easily&lt;br /&gt;you're fingers drawing me on in longing&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your touch on my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've smiled too many smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;mistaking me as naive and blind to you&lt;br /&gt;your flirting left me breathless so many times&lt;br /&gt;longing to be that one but knowing i wont be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7474305780123341992?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7474305780123341992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7474305780123341992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7474305780123341992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7474305780123341992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-long.html' title='~Too Long~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5586046599290667161</id><published>2007-01-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:40:19.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Done~</title><content type='html'>~Done~&lt;br /&gt;the irrelevance of our talking its specatular&lt;br /&gt;as your eyes will never meet mine straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you move as to get closer and pull away&lt;br /&gt;making sure that contact is on the edge of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talking no longers holds me firm to you&lt;br /&gt;needing more im straying in my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in need of touch im afraid to push you further&lt;br /&gt;almost holding hands or touching shoulders is harder every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im straying and i wonder if you even care anymore&lt;br /&gt;getting to know you is a blessing turned to a curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cursed to long for more and never recive such&lt;br /&gt;waiting for those lips to embrace mine without luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive waited as long as is possible to wait&lt;br /&gt;faithful even in our friendship just to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye these thoughts of goodness being right&lt;br /&gt;doomed to never have that love i long for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5586046599290667161?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5586046599290667161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5586046599290667161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5586046599290667161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5586046599290667161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/done.html' title='~Done~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8610215095681214155</id><published>2007-01-11T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:23:03.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Endless doubting~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11889171/?qo=12&amp;q=boy+looking+down&amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11889171/?qo=12&amp;q=boy+looking+down&amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Endless doubting~&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that my love is so endless whilst yours never seems to start?&lt;br /&gt;I let you break my heart every time our eyes meet and you smile&lt;br /&gt;Our laughter is what allows me life and power to move forward&lt;br /&gt;The stars call it a perfect match our souls so alike and fierce&lt;br /&gt;But our cards read hesitance and misplaced abilities from the past&lt;br /&gt;Which of us will break this saddening spell of friendship to more&lt;br /&gt;Our bravery leaves us both in our time of need and leaves scars &lt;br /&gt;Upon my mind you lay a heavy thought always drifting to the front&lt;br /&gt;Kinder souls wrong cards and our smiles twinkling like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Will my heart forever be broken by you in this beautifully sad friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you my beloved dark haired friend turn those eyes to me in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8610215095681214155?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8610215095681214155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8610215095681214155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8610215095681214155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8610215095681214155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/endless-doubting.html' title='~Endless doubting~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-365404036961057840</id><published>2007-01-07T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:21:32.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Woman or Friend~</title><content type='html'>i wait for you to tell me&lt;br /&gt;to tell me you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;im waiting to love you&lt;br /&gt;holding back my beatin heart&lt;br /&gt;as it pounds like a bass drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wait for you to move on&lt;br /&gt;from whatever holds you tied&lt;br /&gt;im waiting to feel your lips&lt;br /&gt;not lettings myself lose you&lt;br /&gt;just for one fatal kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wait for you to speak my name&lt;br /&gt;with lust filled eyes&lt;br /&gt;im waiting to embrace you&lt;br /&gt;laying awake wondering&lt;br /&gt;what your body next to mine would feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wait for you&lt;br /&gt;oh so long im waiting&lt;br /&gt;im waiting my life away &lt;br /&gt;day and night crying for you&lt;br /&gt;to see me as a woman instead of a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-365404036961057840?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/365404036961057840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=365404036961057840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/365404036961057840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/365404036961057840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2007/01/woman-or-friend.html' title='~Woman or Friend~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8577009119360783714</id><published>2006-12-31T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:58:33.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~New Year~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs12/300W/i/2006/303/9/7/Lost_Fragments__by_pageone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs12/300W/i/2006/303/9/7/Lost_Fragments__by_pageone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~New Year~&lt;br /&gt;not knowing who we are till breaking&lt;br /&gt;falling apart at the seams &lt;br /&gt;mind always racing with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions of self and loathing&lt;br /&gt;failing every goal set forth&lt;br /&gt;hating what Ive become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing who you are till its too late&lt;br /&gt;passing that point of no return long ago&lt;br /&gt;failing, hating,crying, dying inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiling is harder everyday glued in place&lt;br /&gt;the mask is slipping away with the tears&lt;br /&gt;shattering with recognition of self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing who we are till we've broken&lt;br /&gt;as the pieces lay throw across the floor&lt;br /&gt;a mirror of the deceptive lies we've told and believed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8577009119360783714?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8577009119360783714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8577009119360783714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8577009119360783714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8577009119360783714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year.html' title='~New Year~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-3820371122912096150</id><published>2006-12-09T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:30:44.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Split Family~</title><content type='html'>Perfect family always happy&lt;br /&gt;broken always down the middle&lt;br /&gt;a hidden war raging under the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles flashing around everyone&lt;br /&gt;yelling and screaming in the void of home&lt;br /&gt;never ending circle of facades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness only in public&lt;br /&gt;hidden tears rolling down&lt;br /&gt;music loud enough to drowned it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect family always loving&lt;br /&gt;hugs and love seen in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;threats and insults in my safe place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no scars to prove the anger&lt;br /&gt;hidden mind that never speaks&lt;br /&gt;perfect child hidden in the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless apologizes and promises&lt;br /&gt;damage not able to to be repaired&lt;br /&gt;love beyond all swallowed by anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect family split in two&lt;br /&gt;right down the middle&lt;br /&gt;leaving the crying child to linger in between&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-3820371122912096150?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/3820371122912096150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=3820371122912096150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/3820371122912096150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/3820371122912096150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/12/split-family.html' title='~Split Family~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5396070398923944888</id><published>2006-12-09T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:34:52.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>talking till im tired</title><content type='html'>I should sleep, but i cant or maybe its wont. I'm not sure of why i cant sleep. I'm excited for My trip, maybe that's whats keeping me up. I miss Cole already and wish we would have had more time just hanging out. I wish he would just not be so shy, but at the same time i like that shyness. Its all so confusing. I wish he was online right now. I really do have allot to say to him without fear that I'll run into him when i leave my room an turn bright red. He hugged me for the first time on Weds. It was kinda stiff an stuff but i think we were both a bit awkward, which is sad. He gave me the most awesome gift though! He got my Montey Python and the holy grail ^_^ way awesome and sweet in the sense that we had talked about it and i had said that i had a need to watch it eventually and he actually listened, that's something new in my life. I wonder if when we stopped hugging i was bright red... i felt like i was =( i hope not because weal i blush to much. My minds being way complicated. I don't know why its doing that too. I woner what I'm supposed to consider him. I mean were not like BF/GF really... i guess its just complicated, hmmm, that's sounds about right complicated is probably the best word for my life and situations and all that. I got a C in Marine Geology. It maes me sad that i couldn't get a better grade. Maybe if someone would have been a bit More helpful or there had been a bit more understating about my Uncles death and me missing classes for it. But the what ifs are over know considering that i got the C in the class. I'm happy i passed i just, whatever . I want to know my math grade and world societies grade.I hate waiting for grades its nerve racking! I'm excited for my trip, i think already said this. I'm going to Puerto Vallarta for 7 days. I get to sit on a beach int he sun and trun tan and relax and do nothing. I don't get to be yelled at to clean my room, do chores, wake up early if i don't want to, feel pressured to be perfect. Maybe that's why i feel so great around Cole he has no expectations of me that he has made known at least. i want to go walk the beach right now and clear my head but A) Cole i like 2 hrs away B) Im at home and thst not kool with my parents (the whole taking off at midnight) C)its raining.... im tired now im gonan go count sheep till i sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5396070398923944888?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5396070398923944888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5396070398923944888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5396070398923944888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5396070398923944888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/12/talking-till-im-tired.html' title='talking till im tired'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2081537715556909425</id><published>2006-12-08T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:53:28.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>growing older we notice the little things&lt;br /&gt;the hugs we get from our favorite people &lt;br /&gt;the soft smell of some soap on thier person&lt;br /&gt;how they smile makes you feel light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy crap crapperss i cant write when given a topic i suck at this poetry stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2081537715556909425?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2081537715556909425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2081537715556909425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2081537715556909425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2081537715556909425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/12/growing-older-we-notice-little-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7041978150901529516</id><published>2006-11-26T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:43:41.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>failing life</title><content type='html'>Why do i let myself get fixated on stuff? i don't know and i wish i did. how long can one person go asking  the question, "what am i doing wrong in this?" I wish i could just ask straight out, but being me I'm too terrified of the answer to ask the question. Courage is a trait i lack, as much as people say otherwise. I need courage more than i need my useless fears. I fear rejection the most right now. How long can he like me? it only too a few months for the last one to get bored with me and as much as id like to say it was his fault i know its mostly my own. I'm not meant i have happiness for long periods of time. I learned my lesson with being happy for a long time; it was just a one big lie. How do you lie to yourself? oh its SOP easy! being delusional all the time makes life so much easier, but the long you go with the lies the harder your mind pushes the truth forward and its hurts more and more till you break. I cant break right now, i cant handle reaching that point and all the questioning is hard on my poor mind. I probably sound like a crazy person(mainly cuz i am) but also cuz i have a mind that doesn't work in a normal thought process, i uses that's just life for me though. my minds SO full of questions its hard to think even or sleep or eat.  i cant function half the time. i know I'm reach in that point where I'm going to break and i just hope that i don't fall apart as bad as i did this summer, i don't have the time to put myself together without failing in some area of life. i guess I've already failed at most of life.. cant hurt too bad to fail even more&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7041978150901529516?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7041978150901529516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7041978150901529516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7041978150901529516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/7041978150901529516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/failing-life.html' title='failing life'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-3230950845514438025</id><published>2006-11-25T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:25:19.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Moon lite Dancer~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6303/2678/1600/818163/Moon_Dance_by_ashlyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6303/2678/320/765937/Moon_Dance_by_ashlyn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moon lite Dancer~&lt;br /&gt;moving with sounds no one can hear&lt;br /&gt;sweet melodies rocking my body&lt;br /&gt;twirling in utter joy of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft pastels painting my soul&lt;br /&gt;covering a canvas as i move&lt;br /&gt;smiling to the heaven's stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moonlight softening my path&lt;br /&gt;smooth movements overlapping&lt;br /&gt;moving passing effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying being lost in the sensation&lt;br /&gt;missing the freedom of flight&lt;br /&gt;the moments of dancing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-3230950845514438025?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/3230950845514438025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=3230950845514438025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/3230950845514438025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/3230950845514438025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/moon-lite-dancer.html' title='~Moon lite Dancer~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5855888982887398927</id><published>2006-11-22T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:43:41.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Lost to the White~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6303/2678/1600/100369/Shattered_Innocence_by_annissangsue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6303/2678/320/940955/Shattered_Innocence_by_annissangsue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lost to the White~&lt;br /&gt;so confused by this life&lt;br /&gt;living is jest not that important anymore&lt;br /&gt;walking as blank as a brand new canvas&lt;br /&gt;someone paint my life into being&lt;br /&gt;create colors in this black and white sketch &lt;br /&gt;bring life excitement and pleasure&lt;br /&gt;not pain and hate&lt;br /&gt;someone bring me life&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight as i forget to breath&lt;br /&gt;blank as a white canvas in a white room&lt;br /&gt;lost to the implications of sterility&lt;br /&gt;jaded beyond all repair&lt;br /&gt;so confused is my soul&lt;br /&gt;black bleeding white&lt;br /&gt;white bleeding black&lt;br /&gt;battling within but never telling&lt;br /&gt;so confused beyond any return&lt;br /&gt;lost to the sterility of hopelessness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5855888982887398927?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5855888982887398927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5855888982887398927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5855888982887398927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5855888982887398927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-to-white.html' title='~Lost to the White~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5756998320300895223</id><published>2006-11-22T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:52:47.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~angle without a halo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6303/2678/1600/more_broken_by_jewstine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6303/2678/320/more_broken_by_jewstine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~angle without a halo~&lt;br /&gt;between black and white i wander&lt;br /&gt;in a grey no one knows&lt;br /&gt;lost in my own imagination&lt;br /&gt;void of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering a path set before me&lt;br /&gt;unquestioning undoubted of it&lt;br /&gt;welcoming the silence of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;pushing forward without vices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blending with the good and bad&lt;br /&gt;unforgiving of my sins&lt;br /&gt;stronger without wanting it&lt;br /&gt;weaker as i don't fight against this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an angle without a halo&lt;br /&gt;a devil with white wings&lt;br /&gt;deceptive smiles and laughs&lt;br /&gt;tears not shed held within me eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between black and white i wander&lt;br /&gt;unforgiving of my faults &lt;br /&gt;not living in any form&lt;br /&gt;wanting to live in anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5756998320300895223?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5756998320300895223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5756998320300895223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5756998320300895223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5756998320300895223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/angle-without-halo.html' title='~angle without a halo~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-7817808133379811083</id><published>2006-11-22T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:42:31.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Future in the Stars~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6303/2678/1600/spreading_the_stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6303/2678/320/spreading_the_stars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Future in the Stars~&lt;br /&gt;in the stars lay a future&lt;br /&gt;untested like the deep sea&lt;br /&gt;not tamed like lion&lt;br /&gt;timed as the bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my destiny lays before me&lt;br /&gt;planned in uncharted waters&lt;br /&gt;laying dormant till I'm called&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the stars to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the stars lays a future&lt;br /&gt;not dark or light in nature&lt;br /&gt;hidden beneath the currents &lt;br /&gt;I'm charted to sail this path unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-7817808133379811083?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/7817808133379811083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=7817808133379811083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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me to want to ask you what we are?&lt;br /&gt;hiding in the dark far from the answers&lt;br /&gt;blending together without proof an insurgence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i wrong in wanting you,the whole you?&lt;br /&gt;the one staring at is hands in nervousness&lt;br /&gt;who could easily hold my heart in his hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you to not make the first move?&lt;br /&gt;making the "what ifs" grow further&lt;br /&gt;making My fear of rejection louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to have to see I'm different?&lt;br /&gt;cut out my heart and hand it to you bleeding&lt;br /&gt;dying to touch you in more than just a brush of skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong of me to want to ask you what we are?&lt;br /&gt;as you smile your smile and send me melting&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you to tell me what my soul wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please i beg as i lie here wanting wishing hoping&lt;br /&gt;tell me of what we are so as i don't fade away&lt;br /&gt;holding me close to your heart tell me the truths you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5358866840320283883?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5358866840320283883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5358866840320283883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5358866840320283883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5358866840320283883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/fading-away.html' title='~Fading Away~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-2426301236267687832</id><published>2006-11-20T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:16:07.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Hold me please~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6303/2678/1600/554336/My_comfort_by_Saimain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6303/2678/320/880175/My_comfort_by_Saimain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold my head high&lt;br /&gt;as tear roll down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;i did the best i possibly could&lt;br /&gt;as i shook with fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold my head high&lt;br /&gt;as pink stains my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;i tried my hardest never gave up&lt;br /&gt;as i lifted my hand to yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold my head high&lt;br /&gt;as you break my heart slowly&lt;br /&gt;i held back too much &lt;br /&gt;as you let my hand fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold my head high&lt;br /&gt;as proud as any women can be&lt;br /&gt;i followed my heart and dreams&lt;br /&gt;as i felt the pains of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-2426301236267687832?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/2426301236267687832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=2426301236267687832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2426301236267687832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/2426301236267687832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hold-my-head-high-as-tear-roll-down_20.html' title='~Hold me please~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8632189509936090304</id><published>2006-11-17T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:43:53.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~song of longing~</title><content type='html'>I sing my song of longing&lt;br /&gt;Your unknowing ears fall deaf&lt;br /&gt;As my words come out louder&lt;br /&gt;Calling for you to hear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing my song of longing&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you fear its meaning&lt;br /&gt;Implications of things unknown&lt;br /&gt;Singing to draw you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing my song of longing&lt;br /&gt;While you dance your dance&lt;br /&gt;Jumping leaping away from my words&lt;br /&gt;My song instilling fear and passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing my song of longing &lt;br /&gt;I utter my refrains&lt;br /&gt;You dancing your jig of unknowing&lt;br /&gt;Juggling fear and passion like a sword thrower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing my song of longing &lt;br /&gt;As you walk your thin path&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to move from the middle&lt;br /&gt;Unknowing of my pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8632189509936090304?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8632189509936090304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8632189509936090304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8632189509936090304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8632189509936090304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-of-longing.html' title='~song of longing~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-5668931814739657385</id><published>2006-11-08T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:36:50.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~caught~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SH/SHA/ShawdowsGirl/1134093063_by_Kuactet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SH/SHA/ShawdowsGirl/1134093063_by_Kuactet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~caught~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here crying&lt;br /&gt;blood on my hands&lt;br /&gt;crying to the heavens &lt;br /&gt;for a new chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew you'd care&lt;br /&gt;couldnt think outside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;lost in your depths of your soul&lt;br /&gt;forgetting who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here crying &lt;br /&gt;scars littered over me&lt;br /&gt;reaching for release&lt;br /&gt;wanding to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew you'd love me&lt;br /&gt;couldnt pull your lips away&lt;br /&gt;cought in your arms&lt;br /&gt;letting go of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here crying&lt;br /&gt;dying inside for you&lt;br /&gt;broeken hearted tears&lt;br /&gt;wanting to fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew you's break me&lt;br /&gt;couldnt think you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;forgetting who you were&lt;br /&gt;hear left brokenad n bruised&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-5668931814739657385?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/5668931814739657385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=5668931814739657385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5668931814739657385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/5668931814739657385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/caught.html' title='~caught~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-8977167756554237262</id><published>2006-11-05T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:07:46.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~games~</title><content type='html'>~games~&lt;br /&gt;you shake me to my core&lt;br /&gt;playing these games with me&lt;br /&gt;unknowing of the things you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eliciting smiles from my lips&lt;br /&gt;pulling peices of me together&lt;br /&gt;yet leaving me to sit alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play my heart like you song&lt;br /&gt;slow and sorrowful full of melody&lt;br /&gt;swingin with your tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taughnting me with slight touches&lt;br /&gt;moving closer to no avail&lt;br /&gt;staring into my eyes to look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand instead of looking at it&lt;br /&gt;hug me close instead of dreaming it&lt;br /&gt;love me instead of feeding me lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-8977167756554237262?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/8977167756554237262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=8977167756554237262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8977167756554237262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/8977167756554237262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/games.html' title='~games~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-1327376887644600399</id><published>2006-11-03T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:07:44.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~not asking~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.worshipimages.com/images/jss_tropical_ocean_1_flare_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.worshipimages.com/images/jss_tropical_ocean_1_flare_copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Not asking~&lt;br /&gt;The window to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Closed like the cover of a book&lt;br /&gt;Begging for me to open &lt;br /&gt;Falling into its depths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes drawing feelings I'm scared of&lt;br /&gt;Shining in their warmth &lt;br /&gt;Calling my heart across the table&lt;br /&gt;Lost to your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness radiating off of you&lt;br /&gt;Like the rays of the sun on the earth&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing in you smiles&lt;br /&gt;I'm struck by your beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing me wonders not known&lt;br /&gt;Adventures gone and in the future&lt;br /&gt;Enticing me to ask you&lt;br /&gt;Can you care for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-1327376887644600399?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/1327376887644600399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=1327376887644600399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1327376887644600399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/1327376887644600399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-asking.html' title='~not asking~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-116223793582735104</id><published>2006-10-30T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:51:17.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~dream~</title><content type='html'>~Dream~&lt;br /&gt;I dream of days long past&lt;br /&gt;hurts never healed&lt;br /&gt;fears  never shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream in black adn white&lt;br /&gt;my only color,red&lt;br /&gt;deep and jewel bright like blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes every night in those dreams&lt;br /&gt;waking me in cold sweats&lt;br /&gt;my personal vampire, sucking away my happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of his face once beautiful&lt;br /&gt;gone ugly grey and harsh&lt;br /&gt;his lasting words," i'll never let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold my heart as its thumps to its own tune&lt;br /&gt;too scared to close my eyes, but to scared to open them&lt;br /&gt;if only dreams could just never come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-116223793582735104?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/116223793582735104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=116223793582735104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/116223793582735104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/116223793582735104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/2006/10/dream.html' title='~dream~'/><author><name>Kyla Plumlee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100964056531484008538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7M90QVuahHM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD1E/ABVZSYg9HH8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21944479.post-116133091042089985</id><published>2006-10-20T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:51:17.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~worth~</title><content type='html'>~worth~&lt;br /&gt;you mean more than heaven&lt;br /&gt;to me your my rock&lt;br /&gt;the reason i live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much you could not know&lt;br /&gt;my only push to continue is you&lt;br /&gt;the reason i fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean more than the sky&lt;br /&gt;to me you bring light to my darkness&lt;br /&gt;the reason i strive to be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean more than all the stars&lt;br /&gt;to my dreams you bring meaning&lt;br /&gt;the reason i have hope and faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean more than God &lt;br /&gt;to me you most of my heart&lt;br /&gt;the reason i love you is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i handle life... im scared im gonna fall back down my rabbits hole and fail out of school, lost all my friends again, and let myself go to the point to being nothing... If i wish  i could take away the pain my uncle is feeling atleast a bit of it... he doesnt deserve to feel the pain. i just want him to have one miracle in his life time and for him pulling out of this and being pain free adn helthy would be so nice... ineed to sleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-116133091042089985?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/116133091042089985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=116133091042089985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/116133091042089985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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help either... i want to just talk him... its pathetic but its wahts bothering me the most.. the waht if's are the killers adn he is the largest one... ::sigh:: im happy one way or the other... i just want to know which way i have to be happy.. inbetween is harder than knowing... im pathetic sometimes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~tired~&lt;br /&gt;blu black cirlces under my eyes&lt;br /&gt;lashes falling steadily down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you creeping into my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion cant even cure my need to know&lt;br /&gt;half awake dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;imagining your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restlss nights go by an by&lt;br /&gt;string at te ceiling&lt;br /&gt;your presence surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restless nights leave me longing&lt;br /&gt;swearing that ill sleep&lt;br /&gt;missing your calming voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadows growing under my eyes&lt;br /&gt;ever increasing with thesee sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;couting sheep  waiting for you to wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i just tell you&lt;br /&gt;cant  just wait till i die&lt;br /&gt;terrified of your response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resless nights go by an by&lt;br /&gt;staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;your presence surrounds me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-116098785432600758?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/116098785432600758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21944479&amp;postID=116098785432600758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21944479/posts/default/116098785432600758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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eyes&lt;br /&gt;words on my lips that die with your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wringing my hands&lt;br /&gt;trying not to break unspoken boundries&lt;br /&gt;so hard not to want to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling the beat of the music&lt;br /&gt;moving slowly closer to you with each beat&lt;br /&gt;if only the words would escape my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;licking dry lips preparing my self for the hurt&lt;br /&gt;wanting to ask you so badly&lt;br /&gt;teriffied of the answers that will come from your purfect mouth&lt;br /&gt;soo terrified of those few words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21944479-116088617259650443?l=lirielsseceret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lirielsseceret.blogspot.com/feeds/116088617259650443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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