<?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-5960385674599762418</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:43:19.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Twilight</title><subtitle type='html'>I've contemplated writing a novel to follow the life of a person as the slip into madness.  Some sort of fictional story to watch the slow descent into the dark.  However, as I look around I find myself slipping into apathy and ambiguity not to mention madness. Should we all watch?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-5607654322922554014</id><published>2009-08-09T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:00:35.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Since no one actually reads this but me I figured I would have some fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This for some reason happens to be one of my favorite songs.  I've never actually heard it performed or heard a recording but I learned it from my mom as she played it on her guitar.  If for no other reason that has made is special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine&lt;br /&gt;Ill taste your strawberries, Ill drink your sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;A million tomorrows shall all pass away&lt;br /&gt;ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be a dandy, and Ill be a rover&lt;br /&gt;Youll know who I am by the songs that I sing&lt;br /&gt;Ill feast at your table, Ill sleep in your clover&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what the morrow shall bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine&lt;br /&gt;Ill taste your strawberries, Ill drink your sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;A million tomorrows shall all pass away&lt;br /&gt;ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant be contented with yesterdays glory&lt;br /&gt;I cant live on promises winter to spring&lt;br /&gt;Today is my moment, now is my story&lt;br /&gt;Ill laugh and Ill cry and Ill sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine&lt;br /&gt;Ill taste your strawberries, Ill drink your sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;A million tomorrows shall all pass away&lt;br /&gt;ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-5607654322922554014?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/5607654322922554014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/5607654322922554014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/5607654322922554014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-1690840361085276229</id><published>2009-08-03T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:56:28.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Experiment</title><content type='html'>I have *gasped* turned off Facebook.  I have deleted the bookmark, removed the short cut, and hidden the app.  I have determined that for a month I will not check on Jericho (my virtual puppy) I will not stock random people whom I’m not even sure I’ve meet, I will not live in fear of seeing an update that will effect my emotionally, I will not check my Facebook 10 times a day to see if I got a new message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, however, miss knowing what is going on in my friends’ lives.  Perhaps I will actually have to email them or even scarier call them.  Heaven forbid I use the countless stacks of stationary I have to actually write a real letter.  Well actually with out Facebook to ask for their addresses how would I actually write them?!?  Who has an actual address book with anything other than emails any more?  Maybe it is time to get one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most importantly going to be studying.  But please don’t let that deter you from messaging me, emailing me, texting me, or even, yes writing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-1690840361085276229?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/1690840361085276229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/08/experiment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/1690840361085276229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/1690840361085276229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/08/experiment.html' title='The Experiment'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-8813541784019667727</id><published>2009-08-03T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:39:07.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High maintenance, High yield</title><content type='html'>It took me a long time to be ok with the fact that I am high maintenance.  Don’t get me wrong; as per most things in my life I don’t do it the usual way.  I don’t require hours to get ready.  I can go days with out a shower and as long as I got a bucket I’ve been known to go a month without running water.  I love camping and hiking and it wasn’t until college that I learned to put on make up.  Heck I still wonder if I am doing it right some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I need attention.  Not the, hey every body look at me, attention.  The, there is someone somewhere thinking about me, attention.  I don’t need to be special to many but I do need to be special to a few.   I need to be held and touched.  Not constantly, but there is something to being able to curl up at the end of the hard day in the arms of someone who loves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need fancy meals or big bouquets of flowers.  But I do need thought and energy put into something for it to be special.  I do take time and energy to maintain.  I will need words of encouragement when it feels like my life is tumbling around me and I will need hugs at the end of a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end though I am also high yield.  I am loyal to a fault and relatively quick to forgive. The support I’ll give through out the relationship will sustain most through the hardest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the love?  I will love in ways most people only imagine about and then take it to a level most will never obtain.  I am not afraid to give all in order reach places unknown.  I challenge people to look at their way of life and give them reason to grow and together we will grow and write a story that is incredible.   For I, I am a Proverbs  31 woman and I will dress my family in scarlet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-8813541784019667727?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/8813541784019667727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-maintenance-high-yield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8813541784019667727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8813541784019667727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-maintenance-high-yield.html' title='High maintenance, High yield'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-679517100103363579</id><published>2009-05-31T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:14:16.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetic Poetry</title><content type='html'>Entwine the beauty of the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;With the passion of the embrace&lt;br /&gt;Caress the depth of the soul&lt;br /&gt;While exploring the hunger for life&lt;br /&gt;Bathe in the whispered sun light&lt;br /&gt;And Squeeze the music out of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Hunt for the song in a flickering flame&lt;br /&gt;And find the voice of the eternal dance&lt;br /&gt;But most of all make my heart smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-679517100103363579?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/679517100103363579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/05/magnetic-poetry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/679517100103363579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/679517100103363579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/05/magnetic-poetry.html' title='Magnetic Poetry'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-8616935185813178501</id><published>2009-05-30T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:44:55.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>The tears I cry like the rain from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Only serve to make me wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cried these before pushed them out the door&lt;br /&gt;Why do they serve to haunt me more?&lt;br /&gt;The clouds fill my heart will the storm ever part&lt;br /&gt;When does the sun breaking through begin to start?&lt;br /&gt;The storm continues still slowly breaking down my will&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all my hope it cannot kill&lt;br /&gt;Though the water does this it serves to assist&lt;br /&gt;It waters the seeds that the devastation missed&lt;br /&gt;So when it is done and out comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;The flowers of hope will blossom one by one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-8616935185813178501?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/8616935185813178501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8616935185813178501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8616935185813178501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-3373154582226803305</id><published>2009-05-30T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:37:52.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>A planted flower stuck neatly in its pot&lt;br /&gt;sheltered and cared for neatly in its spot&lt;br /&gt;Is that what lasting relationship are built on or not?&lt;br /&gt;Let us be a columbine so brave and yet so fair&lt;br /&gt;let us survive the elements the altitude and wear&lt;br /&gt;In the struggle to survive come strength and care&lt;br /&gt;Melding into one what was once a pair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-3373154582226803305?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/3373154582226803305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/3373154582226803305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/3373154582226803305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-6559509889925897559</id><published>2009-05-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:34:51.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wretched Heart</title><content type='html'>Oh wretched heart why do you ache&lt;br /&gt;Were not your sorrows the tears to take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh racking sob why shake my soul&lt;br /&gt;Have not my pain paid this toll?&lt;br /&gt;Oh tear filled eye why do you leak&lt;br /&gt;I thought this story was no longer bleak&lt;br /&gt;Oh wondering hope where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;You’ve taken the music out of my song&lt;br /&gt;Oh peace of God why elude me still&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself losing will&lt;br /&gt;Oh laughter why do you fade so fast&lt;br /&gt;I thought these tears would not last&lt;br /&gt;Oh broken spirit why fail me now&lt;br /&gt;When under this load I find I bow&lt;br /&gt;Oh arms of shelter where’s my embrace&lt;br /&gt;Where are the hands to dry my face?&lt;br /&gt;Oh words of comfort upon deaf ear&lt;br /&gt;As I am crushed by what I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that now I come near my end&lt;br /&gt;I fear there’s nothing beyond this bend&lt;br /&gt;But once again I lift my face to you&lt;br /&gt;And cry for mercy to see me through&lt;br /&gt;For I know you’re there if I only reach&lt;br /&gt;Though I don’t understand the lesson you teach&lt;br /&gt;Please Dear God mend my aching heart&lt;br /&gt;Bring to whole what is now in part&lt;br /&gt;And give strength, this new day to start.&lt;br /&gt;Please give your peace to my tiered heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-6559509889925897559?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/6559509889925897559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/05/wretched-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/6559509889925897559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/6559509889925897559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/05/wretched-heart.html' title='Wretched Heart'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-6190892493926528683</id><published>2008-12-12T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:12:05.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Into the Twilight</title><content type='html'>I thought I would start this off with the title piece written just for you. As well as included some of my previous poems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into the Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quite mind upon the edge the slippery slope below&lt;br /&gt;The teeter of the consciousness back and forth so slow&lt;br /&gt;A simple nudge to topple down to the darkness beyond&lt;br /&gt;Even the smallest pebble causing the rippling pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so fragile the mental state, how much more the heart&lt;br /&gt;For it’s been shattered countless times into each tiny part&lt;br /&gt;Yet each time the pieces of the heart do manage to mend&lt;br /&gt;Careful love and soft still voice and gentle hands that tend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness the waits below always seems closer still&lt;br /&gt;As the heart mends and heals and bends to another will&lt;br /&gt;For in the end again it’s broke as it crashes to the floor&lt;br /&gt;And another nudge pushes the mind towards twilight’s door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-6190892493926528683?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/6190892493926528683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/start-of-into-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/6190892493926528683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/6190892493926528683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/start-of-into-twilight.html' title='Start of Into the Twilight'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-4961771477020708970</id><published>2008-12-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:06:02.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin</title><content type='html'>This dance I dance was meant for two&lt;br /&gt;The music started with out you&lt;br /&gt;I looked around through out the call&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by people, couples all&lt;br /&gt;The music played beat after beat&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I should take a seat&lt;br /&gt;But instead I lifted my head up tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And began to Dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-4961771477020708970?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/4961771477020708970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/begin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/4961771477020708970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/4961771477020708970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/begin.html' title='Begin'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-5303233099408519206</id><published>2008-12-12T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:04:21.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>The falling sun dips behind the hills&lt;br /&gt;My restless heart for a moment stills&lt;br /&gt;The pink the orange slip into Gold&lt;br /&gt;As my weary soul feels too old&lt;br /&gt;The beauty found with in this sight&lt;br /&gt;Is just enough, to keep my hope a flight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-5303233099408519206?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/5303233099408519206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/5303233099408519206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/5303233099408519206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-8665831140618174132</id><published>2008-12-12T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:03:11.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Ache for the beautiful pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Entwine together naked passions&lt;br /&gt;Find a tantalizing fire&lt;br /&gt;Touch between love and fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Drench the fever under delicious forever&lt;br /&gt;Caress at an eternal magnificent depth&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate paradise in the soul&lt;br /&gt;Linger near the sacred kiss&lt;br /&gt;Embrace your ocean of rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Bathe fully in sweet whispers&lt;br /&gt;Dance through glistening moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Cherish time with a wild heart&lt;br /&gt;Promise me love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-8665831140618174132?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/8665831140618174132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8665831140618174132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8665831140618174132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-8518036360841342</id><published>2008-12-12T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:59:31.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of Me</title><content type='html'>Empty words flail about in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Chasing in and our the meaning the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as a half not as a while&lt;br /&gt;It feels I am missing part of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite torn out but neither is it there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to smile and pretend that I am ok&lt;br /&gt;Say the right words so that it looks that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry eyes to the world wet behind my door&lt;br /&gt;Heart wrenching sobs that shake to my core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite torn out but neither is it there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-8518036360841342?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/8518036360841342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/half-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8518036360841342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8518036360841342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/half-of-me.html' title='Half of Me'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-8713245025993567666</id><published>2008-12-12T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:53:55.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother</title><content type='html'>Oh little boy where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I could not find you at your pond.&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the tree you use to climb&lt;br /&gt;And in the fort where you hid from time&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the meadow where you use to play&lt;br /&gt;And down the alley's and up the way&lt;br /&gt;I even looked where a boy becomes Man&lt;br /&gt;For I knew that was in your plan&lt;br /&gt;I finally found you but I was too late&lt;br /&gt;For the man-boy I found said "war wont wait"&lt;br /&gt;So I hugged you and shead my tear&lt;br /&gt;As you left to go fight all I fear&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me enough to leave&lt;br /&gt;I only hope our lessons and laughter will be all you need&lt;br /&gt;Oh little boy where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;Please remember you'll always be my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-8713245025993567666?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/8713245025993567666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8713245025993567666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8713245025993567666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/brother.html' title='Brother'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-1098262522976115396</id><published>2008-12-12T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:47:05.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flame</title><content type='html'>The flickering flame slow to die&lt;br /&gt;Yet holding on without the why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not lack of care that brings it to its rest&lt;br /&gt;But the lack of substance to allow it to burn it's best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flickering flame once did burn bright&lt;br /&gt;Now it holds to life with all its might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its simply its time, time to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But its true end point only it will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flickering flame slow to die&lt;br /&gt;I hope through it all you found your why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-1098262522976115396?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/1098262522976115396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/flame.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/1098262522976115396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/1098262522976115396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/flame.html' title='Flame'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-8335792680473984017</id><published>2008-12-12T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:44:24.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Causual Words</title><content type='html'>The emptiness and pain inside left by what you said&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was meant as so or if its all in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casual laugh is a glancing blow to the timid me inside&lt;br /&gt;My tough exterior a for facade for the aggrieved me I hide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-8335792680473984017?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/8335792680473984017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/causual-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8335792680473984017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/8335792680473984017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/causual-words.html' title='Causual Words'/><author><name>BluesPromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03096535638676335724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wBhkjHHhC9I/THM_kH94gKI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/fNXzq3HrQuE/S220/IMG_3733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960385674599762418.post-473354999691124326</id><published>2008-12-12T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:39:32.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/3/07 Once again</title><content type='html'>I ache for sweet whispers entwined with love&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for the adoration merged with reverence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have they gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you not once feel desire&lt;br /&gt;Did you not one feel the magnetism&lt;br /&gt;Many promises sworn to the forever&lt;br /&gt;Now lie in the never only forever in forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the depth do they not linger?&lt;br /&gt;I now hunger for the remembrance of the lost&lt;br /&gt;I now search for the dying embers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5960385674599762418-473354999691124326?l=in2thetwilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/feeds/473354999691124326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://in2thetwilight.blogspot.com/2008/12/11307-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960385674599762418/posts/default/473354999691124326'/><link 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