<?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-1274100897422151211</id><updated>2012-01-29T03:55:04.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbles - poetries</title><subtitle type='html'>old collection &amp;amp; memories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-5047667120739051682</id><published>2008-04-14T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T04:31:10.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/SANAaPZsNfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/brH7YRESxHg/s1600-h/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/SANAaPZsNfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/brH7YRESxHg/s400/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189062015216006642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;Everything in it made special between,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know,&lt;br /&gt;But willing to explore and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;You and I both lived and breathed,&lt;br /&gt;And or couldn't tell,&lt;br /&gt;Be straight-laced hearts lean,&lt;br /&gt;Shooting stars fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;Who knows when this moment,&lt;br /&gt;You blurted it and that silly grin,&lt;br /&gt;Blew away my wall of post-its and sweet nothings,&lt;br /&gt;Hug in flying umbrellas over rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon sudden too sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Dulls my soul to thrive only,&lt;br /&gt;World of black white him and colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper&lt;br /&gt;From Creator whisk and flower,&lt;br /&gt;"By and by", you said,&lt;br /&gt;Gives heart but left it on its corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-5047667120739051682?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5047667120739051682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=5047667120739051682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/5047667120739051682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/5047667120739051682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is.html' title='Love Is'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/SANAaPZsNfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/brH7YRESxHg/s72-c/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-1424220841011377590</id><published>2008-04-14T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:00:53.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of past poems [below].&lt;br /&gt;To view all past poems, click &lt;a href="http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2007-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2008-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or "2007" in blog archive at the right column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are all new poems written from April 2008 onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-1424220841011377590?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1424220841011377590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=1424220841011377590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/1424220841011377590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/1424220841011377590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-of-past-poems-below-to-view-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-4384568199886948345</id><published>2007-11-19T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:36:19.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey's swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/R0FY_7JKfCI/AAAAAAAAAko/JTima1VkRuM/s1600-h/Fly_Me_To_The_Moon_by_AstralWind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/R0FY_7JKfCI/AAAAAAAAAko/JTima1VkRuM/s400/Fly_Me_To_The_Moon_by_AstralWind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134482905410206754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite time&lt;br /&gt;Usual spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lines firmly holding&lt;br /&gt;the seasoned wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she sits on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just.&lt;br /&gt;swings slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As musings bring soft shine to the aurorean dusk&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back from childhood to childhood&lt;br /&gt;Timely sorrows and bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of simple eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking from dust to varying sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-7042035870338944477</id><published>2007-11-12T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:05:44.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy sunday class</title><content type='html'>"Hope&lt;br /&gt;Is like love&lt;br /&gt;It comforts all your drops&lt;br /&gt;and promises to fulfill the need&lt;br /&gt;in your breath of wishes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lento translation along the little streams outside&lt;br /&gt;In a 11-year old contained, words that caught more than earthly gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my weakened roof,&lt;br /&gt;not remembering the historical class,&lt;br /&gt;of simple truths, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me,&lt;br /&gt;and restore the already repossessed keys,&lt;br /&gt;divine kinship with Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so rainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl26g7X9KI/AAAAAAAAAig/o5VMFZ0_wD4/s1600-h/The_Age_of_Innocence_by_Kalalika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl26g7X9KI/AAAAAAAAAig/o5VMFZ0_wD4/s400/The_Age_of_Innocence_by_Kalalika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132263998008849570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-7042035870338944477?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7042035870338944477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=7042035870338944477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7042035870338944477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7042035870338944477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/rainy-sunday-class.html' title='Rainy sunday class'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl26g7X9KI/AAAAAAAAAig/o5VMFZ0_wD4/s72-c/The_Age_of_Innocence_by_Kalalika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-3763737023503220948</id><published>2007-11-12T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:26:44.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veranda</title><content type='html'>downcast eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fountainhead of a thousand ways,&lt;br /&gt;Place for you&lt;br /&gt;even in a million stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkmtQ7X9CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IXqpApqKNTU/s1600-h/veranda__by_hihellothere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/3763737023503220948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/veranda.html' title='Veranda'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkmtQ7X9CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IXqpApqKNTU/s72-c/veranda__by_hihellothere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-649894875690816289</id><published>2007-11-12T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:14:05.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance shoes</title><content type='html'>It is dark at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laden in the shoes closet,&lt;br /&gt;A minute ago,&lt;br /&gt;Just a pair of pluvious leather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hanging by the side,&lt;br /&gt;a wet coat lactating beads,&lt;br /&gt;like lone, forlorn pearls,&lt;br /&gt;looking to frigid air's swarthiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she switched on the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long&lt;br /&gt;Switching on the same old song,&lt;br /&gt;After a week's leave,&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping the dust off ballroom floor,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of first dance's memories,&lt;br /&gt;Replaying across her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One-two one-two one-opps!"&lt;br /&gt;Sheepish grin,&lt;br /&gt;she stepped on daddy's foot,&lt;br /&gt;"no, no,&lt;br /&gt;you're not getting any ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;until you get this right,"&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, yet firm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fast-forwarding,&lt;br /&gt;a few years on,&lt;br /&gt;more than a decade later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forgot about her first place in competition,&lt;br /&gt;went to New York to be an attorney,&lt;br /&gt;forgo the only thing father left her,&lt;br /&gt;The dancing shoes that gave her grace and life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old song plays on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;In the winter night,&lt;br /&gt;She dried her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to recall her steps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually dancing,&lt;br /&gt;like once, in the first clap of the father,&lt;br /&gt;like once, when she felt the sweet warmth&lt;br /&gt;amidst the chatters and laughters,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the bliss when he said to mom,&lt;br /&gt;"She danced like a pretty butterfly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving with strength and grace,&lt;br /&gt;while snowflakes fly,&lt;br /&gt;a night spent dancing to the song,&lt;br /&gt;'autumn night fireflies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/649894875690816289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/649894875690816289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/dance-shoes.html' title='Dance shoes'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzkkeg7X8_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/LVCcDTJngYE/s72-c/Old_Pointe_shoes_by_LilGreenEyez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-6281583558830740744</id><published>2007-11-12T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:02:18.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do take care of yourself</title><content type='html'>Do take care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;In the dawn of common chores in life&lt;br /&gt;When the world seems confined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;In the obscure, fleeting moments&lt;br /&gt;When time passes faster&lt;br /&gt;Accentuate and engulfed, in busyness and stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;In the sink of a golden sunlight&lt;br /&gt;When a candle seems smaller&lt;br /&gt;Threatened to be diminished by even the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember the bread,&lt;br /&gt;and the giver of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkhqA7X8-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/XmPAkKFpVFE/s1600-h/take_care__by_harmlessdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkhqA7X8-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/XmPAkKFpVFE/s400/take_care__by_harmlessdance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132170256052646882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-6281583558830740744?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6281583558830740744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=6281583558830740744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-3524566540434799877</id><published>2007-11-12T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:57:40.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset and lowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkgoQ7X89I/AAAAAAAAAgs/SoOGUYdOTjw/s1600-h/Sunset__by_angelreich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkgoQ7X89I/AAAAAAAAAgs/SoOGUYdOTjw/s400/Sunset__by_angelreich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132169126476248018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunset and lowly&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a concrete log in my playground&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and remembering&lt;br /&gt;A past and the future&lt;br /&gt;So unsure and hard to grasp&lt;br /&gt;like my hair, then, to my hand and wind&lt;br /&gt;Of the ways it is going to be&lt;br /&gt;The unchanging setting and rising&lt;br /&gt;and variations of everyday sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so warm out there and lonely&lt;br /&gt;depending on what ground I look to&lt;br /&gt;Wishing and waiting&lt;br /&gt;a choice and the pasture&lt;br /&gt;How sure is my smile, or gasp&lt;br /&gt;like my neighbor, by nature&lt;br /&gt;The hearts that is to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in these sentimental moments&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but dwell in feelings&lt;br /&gt;A concrete log, two lone swings&lt;br /&gt;three old trees and a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;When you're too old&lt;br /&gt;to play with your hair or cry through the seams&lt;br /&gt;Is this all that is to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sunset and lowly&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a concrete log in a playground&lt;br /&gt;My legs are long enough to touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;But are the eyes wide enough to see?&lt;br /&gt;Soft enough to care?&lt;br /&gt;The heart and ears&lt;br /&gt;brave enough to listen and stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it still okay&lt;br /&gt;to cry in my weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So night came falling&lt;br /&gt;all upon me&lt;br /&gt;Left without choice&lt;br /&gt;cringe in steelness&lt;br /&gt;Lost my sight in people&lt;br /&gt;Reeling in darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in these situations&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wander in my own being&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;A concrete log, two lone swings&lt;br /&gt;three old trees and a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;When you give up&lt;br /&gt;and nothing you perceive&lt;br /&gt;is life as you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;But is this all that it seems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunset and lowly&lt;br /&gt;My knees hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Pain struck my heart&lt;br /&gt;But love spills over&lt;br /&gt;When I embraced the only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lowly'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkgoQ7X89I/AAAAAAAAAgs/SoOGUYdOTjw/s72-c/Sunset__by_angelreich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-9139338997559435546</id><published>2007-11-12T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:36:47.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkbBw7X87I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lioBv3PwD4k/s1600-h/iN_LoVe_by_em0Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkbBw7X87I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lioBv3PwD4k/s400/iN_LoVe_by_em0Boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132162967493145522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Sweet roses and long kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Deep longing till the sun rises,&lt;br /&gt;Songs of adoration said in sync,&lt;br /&gt;With the lips, without voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Like a child who saw her father,&lt;br /&gt;Running towards, no falter,&lt;br /&gt;Warm little embrace that reminds him of late mother,&lt;br /&gt;Engraved in heart, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes spelled surrender,&lt;br /&gt;The utter of a meek sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Tears of trust from a worshipper,&lt;br /&gt;Realisation of selfishness, me only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Patient, kind,&lt;br /&gt;Does not envy or boast, not proud,&lt;br /&gt;Not rude or self-seeking, not easily angered,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps no record of wrongs,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't delight in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always protects&lt;br /&gt;Always trusts&lt;br /&gt;Always hopes&lt;br /&gt;Always perseveres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something called love,&lt;br /&gt;something that never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkbKQ7X88I/AAAAAAAAAgk/BHKi7xV0FsQ/s1600-h/Love__by_PeaceLoveHappiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkbKQ7X88I/AAAAAAAAAgk/BHKi7xV0FsQ/s400/Love__by_PeaceLoveHappiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132163113522033602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkbBw7X87I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lioBv3PwD4k/s72-c/iN_LoVe_by_em0Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-1780074340244520181</id><published>2007-11-12T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:56:25.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once and under</title><content type='html'>Once a exanimate being,&lt;br /&gt;once a sweet sixteen,&lt;br /&gt;under a dark moon,&lt;br /&gt;under a sullen mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insatiable quest&lt;br /&gt;Questions and answers&lt;br /&gt;Truth and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a true person,&lt;br /&gt;once tasted a glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;under my own world,&lt;br /&gt;under my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My simple collection&lt;br /&gt;Jagged pieces&lt;br /&gt;Broken strings&lt;br /&gt;Impalpable essence&lt;br /&gt;Intangible heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a human,&lt;br /&gt;once in real environment,&lt;br /&gt;under my fagged skin,&lt;br /&gt;under my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My many reasons&lt;br /&gt;Safety and stubbornness&lt;br /&gt;Wall and latches&lt;br /&gt;Steel and windlessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a momentary silence,&lt;br /&gt;Once a surrender and assurance,&lt;br /&gt;under my miry perception,&lt;br /&gt;under the death of old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My restored sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a lifted hand,&lt;br /&gt;Once awaited high,&lt;br /&gt;under a slight grin,&lt;br /&gt;over to a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzhPpg7X8zI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fAHLPN0R0Xk/s1600-h/Girl_by_hollygorock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzhPpg7X8zI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fAHLPN0R0Xk/s400/Girl_by_hollygorock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131939350020879154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-1780074340244520181?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1780074340244520181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=1780074340244520181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-1435871603504363636</id><published>2007-11-12T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:58:47.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflakes fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkXrQ7X86I/AAAAAAAAAgU/h42wN-340RE/s1600-h/snjor_by_snjor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkXrQ7X86I/AAAAAAAAAgU/h42wN-340RE/s400/snjor_by_snjor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132159282411205538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my wide little windows,&lt;br /&gt;Hush and a loud cheery cry,&lt;br /&gt;Stream to my lily-white meadows,&lt;br /&gt;Brimming joy in innocent eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run,&lt;br /&gt;run,&lt;br /&gt;run,&lt;br /&gt;till breathless&lt;br /&gt;in pure whiteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clasp all my trues in both hands,&lt;br /&gt;Snowball and wishes,&lt;br /&gt;smiling, and gaze into silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl1QQ7X9II/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y9C8k7TAI-Q/s1600-h/Love_is_Snow_by_angelbabiau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl1QQ7X9II/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y9C8k7TAI-Q/s400/Love_is_Snow_by_angelbabiau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132262172647748738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-1435871603504363636?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkXrQ7X86I/AAAAAAAAAgU/h42wN-340RE/s72-c/snjor_by_snjor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-906709300273340594</id><published>2007-11-12T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:41:31.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sometimes unnoticeable</title><content type='html'>I found myself walking again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the old road&lt;br /&gt;where what's left, are&lt;br /&gt;lush greens, stale houses,&lt;br /&gt;introspection, and skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and listening to my own steps&lt;br /&gt;as it carries me further&lt;br /&gt;While against the setting light&lt;br /&gt;my tenacious shadow seems to disappear&lt;br /&gt;getting an urge, to linger longer..&lt;br /&gt;(chirps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long to realise&lt;br /&gt;Criss-crossing rainbows&lt;br /&gt;across clouds growing darker&lt;br /&gt;both brushing aside and being ignored,&lt;br /&gt;contrasting beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below,&lt;br /&gt;is like preparation for the grand evening awards&lt;br /&gt;Rolls of carpets, let go&lt;br /&gt;and slide like never before&lt;br /&gt;with spills of shades of color&lt;br /&gt;on cotton canvases&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming the turnaround sun&lt;br /&gt;by glowing and fading blushes&lt;br /&gt;And also, welcoming the turnaround son&lt;br /&gt;with wonderful hues of the Savior's blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My steps go on, still listening&lt;br /&gt;trying to hide my smile from the caressing wind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everything really turns out good&lt;br /&gt;for those who love,&lt;br /&gt;after all.&lt;br /&gt;Hope has in me, a future memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself walking again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl_Rw7X9UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pxQf6ek7NyA/s1600-h/sea_3_by_onebigmistake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl_Rw7X9UI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pxQf6ek7NyA/s400/sea_3_by_onebigmistake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132273193533830466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-906709300273340594?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/906709300273340594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-9088069211430257721</id><published>2007-11-12T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:05:37.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savior in my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl7FA7X9PI/AAAAAAAAAjI/z-rNLQFip1E/s1600-h/passion-of-christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl7FA7X9PI/AAAAAAAAAjI/z-rNLQFip1E/s400/passion-of-christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132268576443987186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shut your eyes&lt;br /&gt;when my blood flows thicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their dilated pupils curse&lt;br /&gt;and throw up uncircumcised laughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the strain licks up my wound&lt;br /&gt;and darkness pours pure pain as sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy sins wear me down&lt;br /&gt;tearing up my tissue as I cry aloud&lt;br /&gt;Like a slicing sharp knife&lt;br /&gt;running it's routine around palm&lt;br /&gt;barely visible air polluted by agony&lt;br /&gt;Lighten my palm and got bitten&lt;br /&gt;by excruciation in the leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood and children&lt;br /&gt;All I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last anguish,&lt;br /&gt;cry of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Saved)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-9088069211430257721?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/9088069211430257721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-2781128703812314422</id><published>2007-11-12T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:50:32.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day (with grace)</title><content type='html'>is like a spate&lt;br /&gt;of either rain, snow, grace&lt;br /&gt;I could choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose grace,&lt;br /&gt;and started dancing in the gray rain&lt;br /&gt;and I could hear myself laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose grace,&lt;br /&gt;and saw color in white houses&lt;br /&gt;and I could deal with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose grace,&lt;br /&gt;and felt love in lonely moments&lt;br /&gt;and I could listen to the heartbeat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose grace,&lt;br /&gt;and bumped into my Dad's assurance&lt;br /&gt;and I could let out, cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose grace,&lt;br /&gt;and threw away my cynical unbelief&lt;br /&gt;and open wide my arms&lt;br /&gt;and learn to smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose grace,&lt;br /&gt;and stopped being someone else&lt;br /&gt;and be His child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose grace,&lt;br /&gt;and saw the right perspective&lt;br /&gt;and walked straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still, will be happy&lt;br /&gt;If I were to&lt;br /&gt;live this life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-2781128703812314422?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2781128703812314422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=2781128703812314422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/2781128703812314422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/2781128703812314422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-day-with-grace.html' title='My day (with grace)'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-4225450477830711445</id><published>2007-11-12T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:39:05.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it</title><content type='html'>Will I?&lt;br /&gt;will i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From eyes that cast upon shadows&lt;br /&gt;of a twenty-two year doubt&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of mist&lt;br /&gt;that ever surrounds and consumes&lt;br /&gt;even the apt skull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in many spaces&lt;br /&gt;witnessed all four seasons&lt;br /&gt;lived quiet and loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to forecast which side of the boat&lt;br /&gt;should I cast on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I missed the mark again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You made me stand up&lt;br /&gt;to look pass the seams that&lt;br /&gt;tangle my world in water&lt;br /&gt;to feel your warm hand in winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold my heart till sunset&lt;br /&gt;And in a starry sky&lt;br /&gt;in silent colors of your creation&lt;br /&gt;and awesome wonders in hue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You whisper&lt;br /&gt;with unspeakable love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a promise that stays true&lt;br /&gt;a future that never lies&lt;div 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it'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-2030682998709942763</id><published>2007-11-12T18:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:32:17.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intricacies of imperfection</title><content type='html'>Deep down in the stillness&lt;br /&gt;Where myself isn't reflected in mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps, known&lt;br /&gt;Creaking slightly as it make way&lt;br /&gt;to the source of tears&lt;br /&gt;Ailing darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the curtain is drawn&lt;br /&gt;Hope, blown&lt;br /&gt;Cries of wind beseeching dawn&lt;br /&gt;I heard you calling me as your own&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out cross the throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could hold on, hold you&lt;br /&gt;To the cause to yield&lt;br /&gt;I'll mirror the one&lt;br /&gt;who made all things new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-2030682998709942763?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2030682998709942763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=2030682998709942763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/2030682998709942763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/2030682998709942763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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about&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to talk about&lt;br /&gt;to say to&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me a way of whispering&lt;br /&gt;from heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;but it never happens, it never will&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter, will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me up to wherever distance&lt;br /&gt;against time and conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no music or dance&lt;br /&gt;But a full bench&lt;br /&gt;With two empty spaces to sit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkuEg7X9EI/AAAAAAAAAhs/86sZ5ynXn60/s1600-h/Bench_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkuEg7X9EI/AAAAAAAAAhs/86sZ5ynXn60/s400/Bench_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132183905458713666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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feelings'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkuEg7X9EI/AAAAAAAAAhs/86sZ5ynXn60/s72-c/Bench_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-4665678932863118802</id><published>2007-11-12T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:03:59.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><content type='html'>they filled in as he sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(soft rain)&lt;br /&gt;(tender thunder)&lt;br /&gt;(warm chill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the closing corners of the window&lt;br /&gt;of my room, of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(light roof rattle)&lt;br /&gt;(God's quiet camera flash)&lt;br /&gt;(gentle winds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leafs, graceful dancing&lt;br /&gt;The all-so-still toddler furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying there&lt;br /&gt;Drifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go the grip to see his smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Close your eyes my little dear&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else to fear&lt;br /&gt;I will watch you when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Your love I will ever keep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(forever goes on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkwMg7X9FI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cBXabi000hk/s1600-h/Moments_by_Midnyte_Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkwMg7X9FI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cBXabi000hk/s400/Moments_by_Midnyte_Sun.jpg" alt="" 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title='Lullaby'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkwMg7X9FI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cBXabi000hk/s72-c/Moments_by_Midnyte_Sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-4984984279917203929</id><published>2007-11-12T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:17:33.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say</title><content type='html'>This&lt;br /&gt;This is&lt;br /&gt;This is it&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;I am to&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story&lt;br /&gt;of love it once is&lt;br /&gt;A sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;of a man for his passion&lt;br /&gt;The muse&lt;br /&gt;of a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;A confession&lt;br /&gt;over a million actions&lt;br /&gt;All coming together now, tearing away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I, got so confused&lt;br /&gt;So many questions, different facets of truths,&lt;br /&gt;Gnawing humans.&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held my hand across the line&lt;br /&gt;we sat on darkened grasses&lt;br /&gt;wishing for hope to streak across the bleak sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can love be ever so kindly&lt;br /&gt;don't hurt him like tarnished glasses&lt;br /&gt;seeping through his heart from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can love be ever so gently&lt;br /&gt;refrain the separation through strings&lt;br /&gt;of sadness, twisting freedom,&lt;br /&gt;bloody uncertainty whirling, tort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say",&lt;br /&gt;he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent thunder&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful stars hidden&lt;br /&gt;And then,&lt;br /&gt;the sky cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkJLA7X85I/AAAAAAAAAgM/D9AgB-0PZBg/s1600-h/Where_Rain_Grows_by_x_horizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzkJLA7X85I/AAAAAAAAAgM/D9AgB-0PZBg/s400/Where_Rain_Grows_by_x_horizon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132143335197635474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-4984984279917203929?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4984984279917203929/comments/default' 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Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;Holding the heavy cup panting&lt;br /&gt;Holding my treasure in place&lt;br /&gt;Dripping bliss all over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, eat it mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;The dessert's melting to your sweet sultry voice&lt;br /&gt;"Omigosh, this is good!"&lt;br /&gt;Sweet mommy, sweet beauty.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, quick, mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to grab the spoon again&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Dig into the deepest ever&lt;br /&gt;Enthralled by the imagination thereafter&lt;br /&gt;Lift the silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasted a mouthful of melting glory&lt;br /&gt;Tasted a lifefull of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl3dw7X9LI/AAAAAAAAAio/0rQRLZZ_8hw/s1600-h/Intense_Chocolate_by_deludeddestiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl3dw7X9LI/AAAAAAAAAio/0rQRLZZ_8hw/s400/Intense_Chocolate_by_deludeddestiny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132264603599238322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-2742183353459649271?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2742183353459649271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=2742183353459649271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/2742183353459649271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/2742183353459649271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/ice-cream-spoon.html' title='Ice-cream &amp; Spoon'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl3dw7X9LI/AAAAAAAAAio/0rQRLZZ_8hw/s72-c/Intense_Chocolate_by_deludeddestiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-3732351801017150863</id><published>2007-11-12T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:31:19.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unseen prayers</title><content type='html'>Silent knives from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;seeping through my heart&lt;br /&gt;and bring my eyes away&lt;br /&gt;from the first place of traces&lt;br /&gt;blood and tears&lt;br /&gt;to the last base of your hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;dreading the drawing by hungry serpents&lt;br /&gt;of a outline of you&lt;br /&gt;like after death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that hard to see you going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pleaded&lt;br /&gt;even though knees don't harden&lt;br /&gt;they still feel.&lt;br /&gt;"Save him! Save her!"&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my ignorance for His passion&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze my last breath for&lt;br /&gt;assurance of your new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing forward the battlelines&lt;br /&gt;Face the fear of bullets&lt;br /&gt;Draw the sword&lt;br /&gt;Bring light into darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your works left rippling&lt;br /&gt;strengthening weak hearts who became warriors&lt;br /&gt;they keep running&lt;br /&gt;straining, tearing each muscle&lt;br /&gt;while holding the torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl86g7X9SI/AAAAAAAAAjg/mNAI173Lx-o/s1600-h/martyr_by_sympathetic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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being awakened by bad dreams&lt;br /&gt;turned on the radio&lt;br /&gt;and Bethany walked by singing&lt;br /&gt;while I stared at monster screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was so unique&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel skin deep&lt;br /&gt;I count on the make-up to cover it all&lt;br /&gt;Crying myself to sleep cause I cannot keep their attention&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could be strong&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killing me? it's strangling like insecurity!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's young and probably stupidity&lt;br /&gt;But can't help it, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does someone hear my cry?&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying for new life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl in front of me&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't look exactly like I think it should be&lt;br /&gt;I squinted&lt;br /&gt;stroking that hair from Mars&lt;br /&gt;and mouthed along the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Make you stand in awe&lt;br /&gt;Look inside my heat,&lt;br /&gt;and be amazed&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Who I am is quite enough&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be worthy of love&lt;br /&gt;And beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, just like that. all i want, for now, yea.&lt;br /&gt;To shake hands with that girl in the screen&lt;br /&gt;To embrace my inner beauty&lt;br /&gt;if there's any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I wish I was someone other than me&lt;br /&gt;Fighting to make the mirror happy&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find whatever is missing&lt;br /&gt;Won't you help me back to glory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping back to bed&lt;br /&gt;bouncing like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You make me beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You make me stand in awe&lt;br /&gt;You step inside my heart, and I am amazed&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear You say&lt;br /&gt;Who I am is quite enough&lt;br /&gt;You make me worthy of love and beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, probably&lt;br /&gt;Smiling to the silhouette&lt;br /&gt;of a butterfly I'm going to be&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my future's worth looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for 1st day of 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;I'm really ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzj_MA7X84I/AAAAAAAAAgE/nbeHFzlSekE/s1600-h/SCHOOL_BUS_by_artstruggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzj_MA7X84I/AAAAAAAAAgE/nbeHFzlSekE/s400/SCHOOL_BUS_by_artstruggle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132132357261226882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-8586107148929417629?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;succumb to mundanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you heal wounded calluses&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my shut-eyes blind&lt;br /&gt;If life is much more than i expected&lt;br /&gt;why can't i leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hold all the answers&lt;br /&gt;is waiting a game&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my prayers&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-5011205398642204553?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5011205398642204553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=5011205398642204553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;faith. see&lt;br /&gt;logic. norm&lt;br /&gt;pain. dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dust. sweep&lt;br /&gt;morn. sing&lt;br /&gt;water. walk&lt;br /&gt;love. give&lt;br /&gt;faith. quake&lt;br /&gt;father. is&lt;br /&gt;hope. be&lt;br /&gt;life. Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzjmHQ7X82I/AAAAAAAAAf0/ttcEMFUtQsE/s1600-h/hope_for_what_you_hide_by_Zombieplayhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzjmHQ7X82I/AAAAAAAAAf0/ttcEMFUtQsE/s400/hope_for_what_you_hide_by_Zombieplayhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132104787866153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-8240294587284575378?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8240294587284575378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-5721739127982549842</id><published>2007-11-12T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T05:43:16.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty dark night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzhYZw7X81I/AAAAAAAAAfs/I5kuTCOp1pA/s1600-h/Not_a_Silent_Night_by_belophsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzhYZw7X81I/AAAAAAAAAfs/I5kuTCOp1pA/s400/Not_a_Silent_Night_by_belophsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131948975042589522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty dark night&lt;br /&gt;"let it be"&lt;br /&gt;Muttered glasses of wine&lt;br /&gt;Lightly touching each other&lt;br /&gt;and sing of cheer at the whine of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I join in&lt;br /&gt;Drink in, pour out, together&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring limestones and stop creating another&lt;br /&gt;I lose pace with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose, lost&lt;br /&gt;forgot to take off the cloak that worn around my heart&lt;br /&gt;so lost&lt;br /&gt;I am contented with nothingness&lt;br /&gt;and still be full of 'gladness'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hands loosen and glasses cringe&lt;br /&gt;all fell to the ground&lt;br /&gt;can't hold back my tears&lt;br /&gt;at the wailing of a child&lt;br /&gt;in a manger beside our fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-5721739127982549842?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5721739127982549842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=5721739127982549842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/5721739127982549842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/5721739127982549842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/pretty-dark-night.html' title='Pretty dark night'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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beautiful castle&lt;br /&gt;and gabbles happily&lt;br /&gt;sounded better than my cookies.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make friends with sands&lt;br /&gt;They don't hold themselves for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne can climb the fastest&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, ran the swiftest&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, prettiest&lt;br /&gt;Me, loudest, what?...&lt;br /&gt;Loudest?&lt;br /&gt;No, i am quiet&lt;br /&gt;but sigh the loudest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything that stands out&lt;br /&gt;I can't spell "excel"&lt;br /&gt;I can't surpass my second-rate cells&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have funny jokes to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat at the side and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;run around in circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's up&lt;br /&gt;at the sound of daddy's scooter&lt;br /&gt;She hops on, as usual&lt;br /&gt;Head home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen the other kids' faces&lt;br /&gt;How they longed to have a dad&lt;br /&gt;that has a scooter and time too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a lesson to be learnt for everyone&lt;br /&gt;hmm, don't know, I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;But I've tasted the best cookies&lt;br /&gt;it's baked with leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzhWGQ7X80I/AAAAAAAAAfk/2uAAtp61i_Y/s1600-h/playground_by_nexusjwf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzhWGQ7X80I/AAAAAAAAAfk/2uAAtp61i_Y/s400/playground_by_nexusjwf.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131946441011884866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-4345158478967350563?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzhWGQ7X80I/AAAAAAAAAfk/2uAAtp61i_Y/s72-c/playground_by_nexusjwf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-789597965063966395</id><published>2007-11-12T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:54:58.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is</title><content type='html'>Careful with your steps&lt;br /&gt;calls out daddy&lt;br /&gt;she flutters off and filled the beach&lt;br /&gt;with colors&lt;br /&gt;and the sun ever so loving&lt;br /&gt;making even her shadow outshining&lt;br /&gt;the gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that she had, she ran&lt;br /&gt;but fell&lt;br /&gt;beautiful traces of sand evolved to&lt;br /&gt;past memories&lt;br /&gt;and the body drags itself nearer&lt;br /&gt;to the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop now&lt;br /&gt;at twenty steps&lt;br /&gt;and rest my hands on rough sands&lt;br /&gt;She opened her eyes&lt;br /&gt;saw daddy's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to a better land&lt;br /&gt;"Hold my hand", he said&lt;br /&gt;She grab tightly&lt;br /&gt;making the rest history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate yet strong, beauty&lt;br /&gt;now, she is&lt;br /&gt;treading on seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl0Uw7X9HI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4xskjAFEmdE/s1600-h/Happening_Somewhere_Else_by_girltripped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl0Uw7X9HI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4xskjAFEmdE/s400/Happening_Somewhere_Else_by_girltripped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132261150445532274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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is'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl0Uw7X9HI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4xskjAFEmdE/s72-c/Happening_Somewhere_Else_by_girltripped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-4090517350976085813</id><published>2007-11-12T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:55:16.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My testimony</title><content type='html'>wat u always say i understand only in e head n i got so boged down by every niche &amp;amp; pinch in life that i realise i dun know u at all it gets worse when i isolate myself fr u n every depression starts happenin  n i tot i could take it until it gets worse n leaving seems to b e best thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart crushed beyond recognition and see darkness as light hope left to be a sweet fiction written in all endings to give myself false comfort and not to scare other else it all goes on just as what worse can be and thoughts starts juggling bottles that spilled unforgiveness coupled with suicide and in the heart of rebellion every boiled liquid mixes up confusion plans formed in the air off the shelf a dummies guide to fly away from life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to be, near or far,&lt;br /&gt;Everydayazombie&lt;br /&gt;Smile my doom to church, perfect, so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home always alone nursing hurt like grudge and thought it's nothingness brings me to the conclusion that maybe full stop is the possible solution that in all things won't find true remedies things like seeking favor in people do thing to get myself out of myself indulgence in daily routines to prove wrong the existence of problems even time spent with best friends offers only longer temporary solace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stranger to see&lt;br /&gt;Why a God will rush down to embrace me&lt;br /&gt;Showed a plan, hope in Him&lt;br /&gt;Act with love, free indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That in all gloriously protective facade,&lt;br /&gt;You know the wounded child in me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far I drifted,&lt;br /&gt;I'm always in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You love me,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond masks, abilities&lt;br /&gt;Beyond words, rubies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true dependence you grant true strength&lt;br /&gt;in openness you give mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer stranger&lt;br /&gt;You are to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer stranger&lt;br /&gt;Author of the biography I live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-4090517350976085813?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4090517350976085813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=4090517350976085813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/4090517350976085813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/4090517350976085813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-testimony.html' title='My testimony'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-5738809997467347139</id><published>2007-11-12T04:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:39:18.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without the G chord</title><content type='html'>eat sleep work play&lt;br /&gt;eat sleep work play&lt;br /&gt;eat sleep work play&lt;br /&gt;eat sleep work play&lt;br /&gt;eat sleep work play&lt;br /&gt;eat sleep work play&lt;br /&gt;eat sleep work play&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-5738809997467347139?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5738809997467347139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=5738809997467347139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/5738809997467347139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/5738809997467347139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-without-g-chord.html' title='Life without the G chord'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-2400395904257477997</id><published>2007-11-12T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:37:51.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The prettiest things I see (revamp)</title><content type='html'>The prettiest things I see&lt;br /&gt;is not blissful endings in tv&lt;br /&gt;Bed of roses that mold fresh clay of minds&lt;br /&gt;into make-believe&lt;br /&gt;Not brave, handsome masks&lt;br /&gt;that put up a bold display&lt;br /&gt;Winning accolades, swooning honour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the gentle hands that cradle&lt;br /&gt;the cry from featherbeds&lt;br /&gt;Solace that speaks silence in volume to&lt;br /&gt;tear of a tear&lt;br /&gt;The touch that patches up wallpapers&lt;br /&gt;down teary memory hallway&lt;br /&gt;A beat of the heart that pounds&lt;br /&gt;courage to fragile skins&lt;br /&gt;The swiftness of grace that loosens&lt;br /&gt;the grip on furnace's trigger&lt;br /&gt;A warm hug from the love&lt;br /&gt;that promises strength in weakness&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, obscure trail of legacy&lt;br /&gt;left by people who called themselves ordinary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-2400395904257477997?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2400395904257477997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=2400395904257477997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/2400395904257477997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/2400395904257477997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/prettiest-things-i-see-revamp.html' title='The prettiest things I see (revamp)'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-3818360781157404880</id><published>2007-11-12T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:29:03.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid scribbles</title><content type='html'>I pace across faces&lt;br /&gt;not lifting an eye&lt;br /&gt;paint over facades&lt;br /&gt;hurting their eyes&lt;br /&gt;piping peers with narrow stripes&lt;br /&gt;stripping image with selfish pride&lt;br /&gt;all that I do&lt;br /&gt;imperceptible&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;is that me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-3818360781157404880?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3818360781157404880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=3818360781157404880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/3818360781157404880'/><link 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/&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we plough life&lt;br /&gt;sweat pass time,&lt;br /&gt;stumble in weakness&lt;br /&gt;weep through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help us to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stronger in line&lt;br /&gt;look pass time&lt;br /&gt;trip into mercy&lt;br /&gt;sing through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your cap&lt;br /&gt;Throw away the sighs&lt;br /&gt;Raise your head&lt;br /&gt;See, sunset skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, darkness&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, haltering spies&lt;br /&gt;Crawls in security&lt;br /&gt;Kiss sorrow goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-7409456046168038844?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-7379885791294287980</id><published>2007-11-12T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:59:30.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmDiw7X9XI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mmA6rDBbAeg/s1600-h/Night_Train_by_Zoomwafflez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmDiw7X9XI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mmA6rDBbAeg/s400/Night_Train_by_Zoomwafflez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132277883638117746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat&lt;br /&gt;squeezing beside me, is time&lt;br /&gt;I see&lt;br /&gt;underneath above me, was time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow bullet&lt;br /&gt;hardly penetrating exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;it brought us&lt;br /&gt;through tunnel&lt;br /&gt;starting in darkness, ending, light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave me space&lt;br /&gt;hang my head in silence&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stopped in a split second&lt;br /&gt;hushed me to another&lt;br /&gt;new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-7379885791294287980?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7379885791294287980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=7379885791294287980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7379885791294287980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7379885791294287980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/11/train.html' title='The Train'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmDiw7X9XI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mmA6rDBbAeg/s72-c/Night_Train_by_Zoomwafflez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-725137947018816224</id><published>2007-04-17T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:53:16.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RiWIE59YD0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/AtVBjqK8lbQ/s1600-h/Dad_and_Daughter_by_Shankpony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RiWIE59YD0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/AtVBjqK8lbQ/s400/Dad_and_Daughter_by_Shankpony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054595774652354370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;why is it dark at night?&lt;br /&gt;why stars shine at night?&lt;br /&gt;why I can't see anything when it's dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad,&lt;br /&gt;is it normal to have a father?&lt;br /&gt;why Jane cried when I asked&lt;br /&gt;where's her dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you're holding my hand again&lt;br /&gt;are you afraid to cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;why don't cars stop &amp;amp; give us a ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;can we have ice-cream today?&lt;br /&gt;why can't I have ice-cream everyday?&lt;br /&gt;why will I get sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need to work everyday?&lt;br /&gt;can you work at the playground?&lt;br /&gt;then I can see you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look daddy,&lt;br /&gt;Diamond necklace&lt;br /&gt;Jane gave it to me&lt;br /&gt;Do i look like mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is mommy coming today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-725137947018816224?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=3350440686707404095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/3350440686707404095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/3350440686707404095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-that-so.html' title='Is that so?'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-7637956544691086788</id><published>2007-04-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:10:54.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lone</title><content type='html'>Lone sits in a corner&lt;br /&gt;When no one bothers&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a cave&lt;br /&gt;No touch yet chafed&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of grace&lt;br /&gt;Let alone faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl4Iw7X9MI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MC_b2nPfzdg/s1600-h/this_gets_lonely__by_lithp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl4Iw7X9MI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MC_b2nPfzdg/s400/this_gets_lonely__by_lithp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132265342333613250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-7637956544691086788?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7637956544691086788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=7637956544691086788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7637956544691086788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7637956544691086788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/lone.html' title='lone'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl4Iw7X9MI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MC_b2nPfzdg/s72-c/this_gets_lonely__by_lithp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-1091275231465441258</id><published>2007-04-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:45:19.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I</title><content type='html'>Not conforming&lt;br /&gt;to the style of dignity&lt;br /&gt;Not revealing&lt;br /&gt;the taste og honest deformity&lt;br /&gt;Not saying&lt;br /&gt;the moan of a despicable heart&lt;br /&gt;Not trying&lt;br /&gt;to convince liar, sympathy, truth&lt;br /&gt;Not singing&lt;br /&gt;the song of tempestuous weeping&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of life's scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just [ empty ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your cap&lt;br /&gt;Throw away the sighs&lt;br /&gt;Raise your head&lt;br /&gt;See, sunset skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, darkness&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, haltering spies&lt;br /&gt;Crawls in security&lt;br /&gt;Kiss sorrow goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up strings of hope&lt;br /&gt;Lace into your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Tie with courage&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-1091275231465441258?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-1454212983817039861</id><published>2007-04-08T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:11:44.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rhm88adBL7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/HJ3qoIXY2iE/s1600-h/Solitary_at_sunset_1_by_wildplaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rhm88adBL7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/HJ3qoIXY2iE/s400/Solitary_at_sunset_1_by_wildplaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051276203151929266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seven&lt;br /&gt;and You began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly, red stepping down&lt;br /&gt;lightening, orange over pale white&lt;br /&gt;slipping and sliding in betweens&lt;br /&gt;big blue canvas leaning against&lt;br /&gt;curls lapping fine particles&lt;br /&gt;emblazon, up above, in hues&lt;br /&gt;silent wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, children's playing under Your breath&lt;br /&gt;You bent to embrace&lt;br /&gt;dyed them, with bliss&lt;br /&gt;anymoe for me, in Your pallette?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lil' tired of sinking in, brooding loud&lt;br /&gt;a lil' jaded, maybe&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cottons turned scarlet darkness&lt;br /&gt;Your rested brushes dripping leftovers&lt;br /&gt;color fading&lt;br /&gt;still beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seven thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;please don't stop painting&lt;br /&gt;i still need You&lt;br /&gt;even after the&lt;br /&gt;beach meeting my sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-1454212983817039861?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rhm88adBL7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/HJ3qoIXY2iE/s72-c/Solitary_at_sunset_1_by_wildplaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-1988422377564170471</id><published>2007-04-06T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:51:47.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>Autumn&lt;br /&gt;like fading glory over fatigue trees&lt;br /&gt;befalls in winks of my infinity&lt;br /&gt;recedes, reds of orangish petals&lt;br /&gt;like nature's final independence&lt;br /&gt;from the perennial body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, was still, still am&lt;br /&gt;in the fog of mine, and it came&lt;br /&gt;bringing my hair in a song&lt;br /&gt;dancing to the rustling beauty&lt;br /&gt;to the gentle gush, effusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set my feet flying&lt;br /&gt;scramble knee-deep brown reds&lt;br /&gt;bring to life, the bliss of&lt;br /&gt;innocent wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goes on and on..&lt;br /&gt;under the gorgeous sun&lt;br /&gt;under the shower of leaves&lt;br /&gt;under daddy's laughter&lt;br /&gt;over granny's grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade after my first breath,&lt;br /&gt;I was ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmBtA7X9WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/--LFR8DyTMA/s1600-h/Fall_Fun_by_DanosDelAmor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmBtA7X9WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/--LFR8DyTMA/s400/Fall_Fun_by_DanosDelAmor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132275860708521314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-1988422377564170471?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1988422377564170471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=1988422377564170471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/1988422377564170471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/1988422377564170471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmBtA7X9WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/--LFR8DyTMA/s72-c/Fall_Fun_by_DanosDelAmor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-253108814151233720</id><published>2007-04-06T03:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:50:52.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Null</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Climbing mountains and falling into valleys&lt;br /&gt;leaping into the sky and face ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking the path and trip on snakes&lt;br /&gt;weaving dull hope with old scissors&lt;br /&gt;waking, dreaming, or reverie&lt;br /&gt;still counting reality that counts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear seeps out tired veins&lt;br /&gt;wounded eyes cry foul&lt;br /&gt;looming darkness creation see&lt;br /&gt;yet invisible starry sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears leak through cracked door&lt;br /&gt;love, waiting eagerly&lt;br /&gt;penetrated hands picking up&lt;br /&gt;scattered scarlet petals&lt;br /&gt;gently healing muffled stutter&lt;br /&gt;bringing worth to crumpled me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priceless of all uselessness&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-253108814151233720?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/253108814151233720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=253108814151233720&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/253108814151233720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/253108814151233720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/null.html' title='Null'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-5708004887252442465</id><published>2007-04-06T03:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:50:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;if thoughts could just fly out of our minds&lt;br /&gt;and smack right into pages&lt;br /&gt;will the library of books survive?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if you remember your precious collection&lt;br /&gt;stamps of priceless &amp;amp; worthless memories&lt;br /&gt;will you smile at it, or will you cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we could experience time and life&lt;br /&gt;long before again and a blink after&lt;br /&gt;will our stand still stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your soul is transparent to mine&lt;br /&gt;and i could hear you&lt;br /&gt;even if your heart performs a pantomime&lt;br /&gt;will you still be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-5708004887252442465?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5708004887252442465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=5708004887252442465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/5708004887252442465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/5708004887252442465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-3833790044272795019</id><published>2007-04-06T03:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:50:15.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celestial tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fell like rain, clouding feelings and sight &lt;br /&gt;Close isolation walls, three, almost &lt;br /&gt;bursting. Sliding glasses, two, &lt;br /&gt;Broke down waterfall down balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled out his pain and shoot her heart&lt;br /&gt;Stucked at the bottom, tearing apart&lt;br /&gt;Chose not to forget you, said he&lt;br /&gt;Your words struck me, said her&lt;br /&gt;He/she ask/discover for/of&lt;br /&gt;Wonder wounded love - true identity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth&lt;br /&gt;Celestial tears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-3833790044272795019?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3833790044272795019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=3833790044272795019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/3833790044272795019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/3833790044272795019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/celestial-tears.html' title='Celestial tears'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-7601816686112362630</id><published>2007-04-06T03:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:46:30.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lift up your convenient hand&lt;br /&gt;Mutter the shout of triumph&lt;br /&gt;Smile, and make everyone happy&lt;br /&gt;Jump, like an aimless soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap god, crumpled me&lt;br /&gt;If I have a heart, i'll give it to you&lt;br /&gt;In my world you don't even try to exist&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for making a deplorable me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear..whatever,&lt;br /&gt;did you hear the sighs&lt;br /&gt;echoing throughout my history?&lt;br /&gt;did you listen to the tearing pages&lt;br /&gt;of my hidden story?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see&lt;br /&gt;the invisible in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's over, everybody's gone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start sweeping, floor by floor&lt;br /&gt;Ground floor first, plain facade&lt;br /&gt;1st floor, beautiful design&lt;br /&gt;2nd floor, fascinating ornaments&lt;br /&gt;3rd floor, cobwebs everywhere&lt;br /&gt;4th floor, scattered scribbled notes&lt;br /&gt;5th floor, bloody graffitis&lt;br /&gt;6th floor, vivid, dark creatures&lt;br /&gt;It goes higher, it sinks deeper&lt;br /&gt;Like a bruised orphan&lt;br /&gt;cry myself back to the backstage&lt;br /&gt;Lock the door&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall see no one again&lt;br /&gt;I shall die a complete slut&lt;br /&gt;I will smash all the light bulbs&lt;br /&gt;and expression will be just worthless pain&lt;br /&gt;Who's there to listen anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmAbA7X9VI/AAAAAAAAAj4/nml27Quyfk8/s1600-h/Isolation___Sunset_Silhouettes_by_mad_dame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmAbA7X9VI/AAAAAAAAAj4/nml27Quyfk8/s400/Isolation___Sunset_Silhouettes_by_mad_dame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132274451959248210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-7601816686112362630?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7601816686112362630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=7601816686112362630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7601816686112362630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7601816686112362630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled-me.html' title='Untitled Me'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmAbA7X9VI/AAAAAAAAAj4/nml27Quyfk8/s72-c/Isolation___Sunset_Silhouettes_by_mad_dame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-8180973787155234710</id><published>2007-04-06T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:49:13.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prettiest Thing I See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The prettiest thing I see, is not&lt;br /&gt;Happy ads on TV&lt;br /&gt;Prancing horses that make-believe&lt;br /&gt;Dancing bears that spray &lt;br /&gt;Sparkling dust on fresh clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;br /&gt;Brave, handsome masks&lt;br /&gt;That put up a bold display&lt;br /&gt;Winning accolades, swooning honor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the gentle hands that cradle&lt;br /&gt;a baby's cry&lt;br /&gt;A comfort that speaks silence in volume to&lt;br /&gt;tear of a tear&lt;br /&gt;The touch that mends wallpapers&lt;br /&gt;down memory's hallways&lt;br /&gt;A beat of the heart that resonates&lt;br /&gt;hope to dying chords&lt;br /&gt;The swiftness of grace that loosens&lt;br /&gt;the grip on furnace's trigger&lt;br /&gt;A warm hug from the love&lt;br /&gt;that promises a blissful ending&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-8180973787155234710?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8180973787155234710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=8180973787155234710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/8180973787155234710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/8180973787155234710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/prettiest-thing-i-see.html' title='The Prettiest Thing I See'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-7606816776892310735</id><published>2007-04-06T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:48:48.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;one day i saw this little boy on the street&lt;br /&gt;holding a stack of books including a thick dictionary&lt;br /&gt;backbone heavy with a bag&lt;br /&gt;load with direction and hope&lt;br /&gt;he looked upon a basketball field &amp; grass courts&lt;br /&gt;covered with orange red sunlight&lt;br /&gt;admiring the beauty of creation&lt;br /&gt;thoughts urged him to wonder about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;what will he be&lt;br /&gt;hoping to see a person whom he look up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like telling the boy&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes things will not be&lt;br /&gt;what it seems to be&lt;br /&gt;but time held me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blinked&lt;br /&gt;and saw him walking on the street again&lt;br /&gt;this time he's wearing green long pants&lt;br /&gt;backbone not that heavy&lt;br /&gt;load with direction and despair&lt;br /&gt;i walked to him and ask what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;he said "nothing, but i don't know&lt;br /&gt;whether i've made the right choice"&lt;br /&gt;sunlight's still the same&lt;br /&gt;admiring old trees with delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps..i blinked&lt;br /&gt;the boy asked me why am i&lt;br /&gt;still standing by his side&lt;br /&gt;i said i blinked&lt;br /&gt;and he said next time don't try&lt;br /&gt;the boy wanted to smile but wanted to hide&lt;br /&gt;no more green pants much more sight&lt;br /&gt;"flying should make me satisfied"&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's right&lt;br /&gt;still the same old sunlight&lt;br /&gt;watching freed figures with delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blinked again&lt;br /&gt;the boy realised that being big isn't that great&lt;br /&gt;flying just made him temporarily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;his childhood wishes&lt;br /&gt;not that true&lt;br /&gt;i tapped him from the back&lt;br /&gt;gave him a slight fright&lt;br /&gt;he asked, "are you who i think you are?"...&lt;br /&gt;sunlight's still the same&lt;br /&gt;hugging him with delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blinked&lt;br /&gt;the boy looked down&lt;br /&gt;while walking the old street&lt;br /&gt;i cried&lt;br /&gt;he didn't notice the basketball field &amp;amp; grass courts&lt;br /&gt;he didn't notice the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;he didn't notice me&lt;br /&gt;i tapped him on the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;he shrugged it off&lt;br /&gt;still the same sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;hugging dreams with delight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blinked once more&lt;br /&gt;the boy felt the dark and can't see&lt;br /&gt;i yelled&lt;br /&gt;he became deaf&lt;br /&gt;i tried to burn the walls around his mind&lt;br /&gt;dreams clouded pain sliced in&lt;br /&gt;he walked back home&lt;br /&gt;still in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;i imagined if things would be&lt;br /&gt;what it seems to be&lt;br /&gt;but shadow's laughter bothered me&lt;br /&gt;it hints something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blinked&lt;br /&gt;the boy had no strength&lt;br /&gt;he shut out from me&lt;br /&gt;he was crawling on cold road hoping to see&lt;br /&gt;basketball field and green courts&lt;br /&gt;he burst out cursing his tears and me&lt;br /&gt;"why can't i see?"&lt;br /&gt;sunlight's still the same&lt;br /&gt;and now it's shining on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blinked again&lt;br /&gt;the boy picked up his heart and it dances with him&lt;br /&gt;he sang a song worth everything&lt;br /&gt;i danced together with him too&lt;br /&gt;sunlight seem to give him&lt;br /&gt;the courage to leap across mountains again&lt;br /&gt;storms will become bigger and i warned him&lt;br /&gt;his grin told me not to worry&lt;br /&gt;sunlight's still the same&lt;br /&gt;assuring me that the boy won't be lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blinked&lt;br /&gt;the boy is nauseated after the first rollercoaster ride&lt;br /&gt;more is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;i whispered to him that once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;there was a boy holding a stack of books&lt;br /&gt;including a thick dictionary&lt;br /&gt;backbone heavy with a bag&lt;br /&gt;load with direction and hope&lt;br /&gt;this boy turn around and saw me&lt;br /&gt;"are you who i think you are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled&lt;br /&gt;and blinked again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still the same sunlight&lt;br /&gt;watching over him with delight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-7606816776892310735?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7606816776892310735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=7606816776892310735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7606816776892310735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/7606816776892310735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-boy.html' title='The little boy'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-7807350524151283959</id><published>2007-04-06T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:35:26.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Big City Mind of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In this big city mind of mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking amidst disgruntled people&lt;br /&gt;who never watch at shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;nor gaze at simple innocence&lt;br /&gt;and i criticise loudly with silence&lt;br /&gt;yet falling together&lt;br /&gt;with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this big city mind of mine&lt;br /&gt;children help scooping selfishness&lt;br /&gt;out of adolescence&lt;br /&gt;teenagers force false respect&lt;br /&gt;out of old boys &amp;amp; girls&lt;br /&gt;adults learning righteously fake selflessness&lt;br /&gt;I laughed insanely with decency&lt;br /&gt;yet crying together&lt;br /&gt;with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this big city mind of mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving through piles of cars&lt;br /&gt;bulldozing every known vehicle&lt;br /&gt;that deliberately knocked off liberating boundaries&lt;br /&gt;witnesses cheer approvingly but look depressed&lt;br /&gt;numbness stood together&lt;br /&gt;with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do thoughts never follow the rules&lt;br /&gt;Why does simplicity deceive&lt;br /&gt;Why does logic fight with common sense&lt;br /&gt;In this big city mind of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply shift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl90Q7X9TI/AAAAAAAAAjo/PqMH7Q9hyC0/s1600-h/A_Downtown_Story_by_homarusrex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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Thinkclearthinkclearthinkclearthinkclearthink...CLEAR&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath, breathe deeply&lt;br /&gt;You still have yourself in your own hands,&lt;br /&gt;Kristy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calmed herself down&lt;br /&gt;Pulled herself back from floating to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here he is, nearer and nearer, what now? What to do now?!"&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to be walking in a black tuxedo, reaching out across the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she felt ashamed of secrets&lt;br /&gt;Erasing the permanent fantasy of&lt;br /&gt;the perfect home, perfect wedding&lt;br /&gt;her gown's design, their children's names&lt;br /&gt;Scribbles in every notebook, of&lt;br /&gt;her first name, with his last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's smiling at you, Kristy"&lt;br /&gt;whispered Jane to my melting ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, tie her! Do it, now!&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapped the exuberant child in her&lt;br /&gt;Threatening heartache if ransom not made&lt;br /&gt;She tried not to, but can't help to see&lt;br /&gt;that he sees that she sees him naturally natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced against the whirlwind in her crowded mind&lt;br /&gt;"Smile, Kristy, you can do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started hating herself&lt;br /&gt;for being so plain&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop curling her hair all over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream dashed again,&lt;br /&gt;to her horror, as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl8XA7X9RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ihPtEIt2WVY/s1600-h/Hold_This_Memory__by_strangle_the_stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl8XA7X9RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ihPtEIt2WVY/s400/Hold_This_Memory__by_strangle_the_stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132269985193260306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-8856672450068881948?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8856672450068881948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=8856672450068881948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/8856672450068881948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/8856672450068881948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/infatuated-young-girl.html' title='Infatuated young girl'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl8XA7X9RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ihPtEIt2WVY/s72-c/Hold_This_Memory__by_strangle_the_stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-3831957686535431086</id><published>2007-04-06T03:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:12:42.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubberband Trip and Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Okla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheels came to a halt&lt;br /&gt;A click of an unfamiliar door&lt;br /&gt;the thud of suitcase&lt;br /&gt;and the beat of a foreign heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeping across the extraneous, gorgeous landmarks&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find something that matches the&lt;br /&gt;sweet Sooner State smell&lt;br /&gt;the red leafs collected&lt;br /&gt;the watermarks made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;The sheer wonder and laughters of childhood&lt;br /&gt;(Where I still have my Mikey teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;Where I still have to scold nasty Alexander the toad&lt;br /&gt;for calling him Mikey the castrated gay bear)&lt;br /&gt;Where broomsticks can vanish into space&lt;br /&gt;Lego toys talk, boys stink&lt;br /&gt;Dolls and teddy bears have a family life&lt;br /&gt;Where a smile is a smile&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams can actually fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the assumed horrors of zits&lt;br /&gt;Encumbering swarm of bees&lt;br /&gt;Designer coffee in Walker Avenue&lt;br /&gt;And the unspoken heart that writes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoke&lt;br /&gt;In a demeaning room, worn out gravitas&lt;br /&gt;just for two forever weeks&lt;br /&gt;or a couple of days out of a cheap, fun itinerary&lt;br /&gt;In awe and comparing Rome with OK&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of an old dream that came true&lt;br /&gt;but never as sweet as home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(homa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl4iw7X9NI/AAAAAAAAAi4/wZPTFX53xWM/s1600-h/Fall_in_Oklahoma_by_bobfarr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl4iw7X9NI/AAAAAAAAAi4/wZPTFX53xWM/s400/Fall_in_Oklahoma_by_bobfarr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132265789010212050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-3831957686535431086?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3831957686535431086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=3831957686535431086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/3831957686535431086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/3831957686535431086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/rubberband-trip-and-thoughts.html' title='Rubberband Trip and Thoughts'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl4iw7X9NI/AAAAAAAAAi4/wZPTFX53xWM/s72-c/Fall_in_Oklahoma_by_bobfarr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-5087293669525828105</id><published>2007-04-06T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:15:15.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown-up and Child in gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl5Jg7X9OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DnKegfjoZPs/s1600-h/art_gallery_by_chookener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl5Jg7X9OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DnKegfjoZPs/s400/art_gallery_by_chookener.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132266454730142946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(click) (click)&lt;br /&gt;(footsteps)&lt;br /&gt;(silent mutterings)&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ideas and pictures&lt;br /&gt;maestri, virtuosos, poets, photographers&lt;br /&gt;artists, composers, writers, directors.&lt;br /&gt;The incessant questions and exploration of&lt;br /&gt;creative life and frail humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Licking sundae too close to your mouth&lt;br /&gt;would draw smiles from big adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture could convey more than a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;branching into concepts that evince, accentuate beyond the surface&lt;br /&gt;of what we think it was, is, or will be.&lt;br /&gt;The depth of a stroke, the click of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that dangling dog, looks like&lt;br /&gt;Zoe's golden retriever,&lt;br /&gt;he loves sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The profound truth that a word means&lt;br /&gt;the misery and disbelief of a stanza.&lt;br /&gt;Compound of soul-searching elements,&lt;br /&gt;Racial discrimination, humanism,&lt;br /&gt;and animism, too. (gee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look at that. That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;Here. (points puny finger)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, (some Kristy insignificant).&lt;br /&gt;(drifts away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like to sit by the second-floor window&lt;br /&gt;and finger the cloudy sunset with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dip the floating heart in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;and let it pop back to the sky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click) (click)&lt;br /&gt;(footsteps)&lt;br /&gt;(silent mutterings)&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-5087293669525828105?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5087293669525828105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/Rzl5Jg7X9OI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DnKegfjoZPs/s72-c/art_gallery_by_chookener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-4725271281076225142</id><published>2007-04-06T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:44:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seize the moment with a tongue&lt;br /&gt;as so would a thousand words do&lt;br /&gt;but don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for it's worthless to compare darkness&lt;br /&gt;of light's sinking abyss&lt;br /&gt;consider the words that doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;cause it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white and the other mix&lt;br /&gt;since you came around&lt;br /&gt;wishing and washing my desires&lt;br /&gt;like a perfect sand would do&lt;br /&gt;when disappointments washes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just take me to your white lite&lt;br /&gt;a dancing lily in a world of dullness&lt;br /&gt;spin me to the carousel&lt;br /&gt;off straight smiles and true masks&lt;br /&gt;i want to dwell in the inner&lt;br /&gt;where no skin left unpeeled&lt;br /&gt;no heart left impure&lt;br /&gt;no life left untouched&lt;br /&gt;no left&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-4725271281076225142?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4725271281076225142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=4725271281076225142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/4725271281076225142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/4725271281076225142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/mind-talk.html' title='Mind Talk'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-4710418252211269134</id><published>2007-04-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:04:09.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inhale life&lt;br /&gt;Exhale love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time&lt;br /&gt;and now it began, again&lt;br /&gt;blue waters gushing into&lt;br /&gt;the green of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the clear vision of skies&lt;br /&gt;the faint sight of glistening moon&lt;br /&gt;and a feeling for nothing else than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be closer to you,&lt;br /&gt;in awe of lakeside glory.&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with you,&lt;br /&gt;in silence of your simple splendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine myself&lt;br /&gt;running my fingers across keys&lt;br /&gt;just like him&lt;br /&gt;with all that simplicity&lt;br /&gt;that is ripped off in my city.&lt;br /&gt;Singing my secret song&lt;br /&gt;just like him&lt;br /&gt;with all that sincerity&lt;br /&gt;that is hidden in my intricacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be closer to you,&lt;br /&gt;in awe of the child's glory.&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with you,&lt;br /&gt;in wonder of your undying love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all that I could say&lt;br /&gt;could sing&lt;br /&gt;could ever live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the mysteries waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;the puzzle that never completes&lt;br /&gt;with all the ifs, how, whys&lt;br /&gt;the possibilities - anticipation or unforeseens&lt;br /&gt;with all the questions and worries&lt;br /&gt;the unanswered thoughts or prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sing&lt;br /&gt;of a inborn longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be closer to you,&lt;br /&gt;in awe of your ever mercy.&lt;br /&gt;To be alone with you,&lt;br /&gt;speechless, intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer, to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmEkg7X9YI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hVg4TRbK6aA/s1600-h/here_i_am_to_worship_by_rivski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmEkg7X9YI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hVg4TRbK6aA/s400/here_i_am_to_worship_by_rivski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132279013214516610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274100897422151211-4710418252211269134?l=kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4710418252211269134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1274100897422151211&amp;postID=4710418252211269134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/4710418252211269134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274100897422151211/posts/default/4710418252211269134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristy-scribbles.blogspot.com/2007/04/closer-to-you.html' title='Closer To You'/><author><name>Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08356642570360991164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b7BOyDKFTQ/RzmEkg7X9YI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hVg4TRbK6aA/s72-c/here_i_am_to_worship_by_rivski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274100897422151211.post-8071696196150653969</id><published>2007-04-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:25:56.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying ashes, sky</title><content type='html'>Remembering the days, gone&lt;br /&gt;The days that took a lifetime to forget&lt;br /&gt;a tear to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my feet slipped&lt;br /&gt;on a summer's mud&lt;br /&gt;You came running, fell&lt;br /&gt;and turned tears to laughter&lt;br /&gt;while rolling together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where I ran to the porch&lt;br /&gt;at the sound of the ol' scooter&lt;br /&gt;A ride for the beautiful Princess, you said&lt;br /&gt;and made neighbourhood streets glee&lt;br /&gt;against the jealousy of wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind still sticks to the old clock&lt;br /&gt;Soul still holding, edge of your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;How could I live on&lt;br /&gt;If I see ashes flying to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes in your world&lt;br /&gt;Full of wonder and fun&lt;br /&gt;and pain is just for a lesson&lt;br /&gt;Yet never a moment&lt;br /&gt;I tell you how much&lt;br /&gt;how much..&lt;br /&gt;Your love forms my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaking across the surface&lt;br /&gt;Stained past the face&lt;br /&gt;Red, covering black&lt;br /&gt;slowly, dreadfully.&lt;br /&gt;You went to the place&lt;br /&gt;where tears are in vain&lt;br /&gt;Mom must be happy&lt;br /&gt;to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house felt empty without you&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;br /&gt;How could I live on&lt;br /&gt;Watching flying ashes,&lt;br /&gt;to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers walking round and round the table&lt;br /&gt;Mind wandering round and round the walls&lt;br /&gt;I stroll among places&lt;br /&gt;that I never go before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could almost reach you&lt;br /&gt;But you never want me to,&lt;br /&gt;and hid a letter under the pillow&lt;br /&gt;before ashes fly to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised&lt;br /&gt;a bigger hand will hold me&lt;br /&gt;a bigger heart will love me&lt;br /&gt;to spare hope&lt;br /&gt;to wipe away fears&lt;br /&gt;to live, to feel, to smile&lt;br /&gt;To see&lt;br /&gt;sky in 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