<?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-1381230650899139287</id><updated>2011-08-09T03:15:37.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>| Poetic Soul |</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-654126249455354283</id><published>2011-08-01T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:56:25.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been debating on what tattoo to get for the longest. Couldn't decide exactly how I wanted my 1st one but also I've been trying to get over&amp;nbsp;my fear of the needles. I don't do well with pain. I think my tolerance level is pretty&amp;nbsp;good but when it comes to needles..... I don't know...lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've decided to just "bite the bullet", so to speak &amp;amp; next month, as a gift to my daughter, I'm going to have her name tattoed on me but in the process, incorporate something I love too. I'm thinking of having the epic mickey symbol drawn with a NY skyline inside of it; paint splatters on the building to give the effect of the video game as though Mickey did that. Also inside the skyline, have my daughter's name written in graffiti but in a way that coordinates with the look of the design. I need to have someone draw it out for me so&amp;nbsp;I can really figure out exactly how I want it but that's the gist of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another idea&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;had for a tattoo if I can stomach the 1st one (lol) is some sort of paranormal tattoo. Don't get me wrong; I'm Catholic &amp;amp; a firm believer of God. But I've also always been interested in the paranormal &amp;amp; the unknown. So&amp;nbsp;I figured, why not get something to depict that. I don't want something too big nor offensive, but I don't know what I want exactly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;| P S |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-654126249455354283?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/654126249455354283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=654126249455354283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/654126249455354283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/654126249455354283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2011/08/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-1019753608419068249</id><published>2011-08-01T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:48:37.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr Posts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.20.11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet dreams are made of these…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;Lately, maybe within the past couple months, I wake up remembering my dreams like I actually lived them. I remember them so vividly, its crazy. They say when you remember your dreams that it helps you come to terms with stressful aspects of your life &amp;amp; you learn more about yourself, your aspirations, and your desires through your dreams. It also says that learning to recall your dreams helps you become a more assertive, confident and stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure that I want to remember my dreams though. “/ They’re more like nightmares, in which case, I hate remembering them because that negative vibe stays with me for awhile. For instance, last night, I dreamt that I was at a college &amp;amp; I was with my mother. No clue why. We started walking to the school &amp;amp; when I got to the building, I realized I was barefoot. So I told my mother to meet me in class while I ran back to the car &amp;amp; got my shoes. Mind you, as I’m walking to the car, I’m pushing a stroller….with no baby in it. O_o To top it off, as I’m walking back to the building, I see an old h.s. friend of mine, Amber &amp;amp; she was with someone I didn’t recognize. Why she was in my dream is beyond me because I rarely speak to her…lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get back inside of the building &amp;amp; I cant find my mother. The hallways are really darkly lit &amp;amp; I felt like I was in an abandoned building because there was no one around &amp;amp; almost every door I went to was locked or no one was in it. Apparently I had to get to class because I had a test so I was starting to freak out because I didnt want to be late. But with every turn I took down a hallway or the stairs, it seemed like I ended up at the same place. &amp;amp; then I woke up……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all of that means, I have no clue. Your dreams allow you to glimpse into your subconscious. But what exactly its trying to tell me, I dont know. Or maybe I’m not really deciphering the meaning. Either way, my dreams, or nightmares, are really starting to bother me.  Maybe if I practice meditation, I’ll sleep better &amp;amp; the nightmares will cease. One can hope…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.13.11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journey towards a healthier me…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing weight is something that has always been in my mind. My problem has been that I’ve always viewed exercising &amp;amp; eating healthier as a chore &amp;amp; I would lose interest in it because…quite frankly…I’ve always hated exercising. But over the course of the past couple years &amp;amp; especially after having my daughter, I realized that I can’t continue being this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this way, I mean always making jokes about myself in order to cover up how I really feel. Always getting upset because buying clothes is a chore in itself, especially trying to find things that fit &amp;amp; look right on me. Always feeling inferior to other women because I don’t feel as beautiful. Time has helped me to love myself regardless of my weight but in those few moments when my weight is a roadblock, that’s when I look in the mirror…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of reasons why I want to lose the excess weight. My self-esteem being a huge one but also because being healthier IS the wisest choice. I want to live a long &amp;amp; healthy life, not just for me, but for my daughter as well. I want to be a positive example for her &amp;amp; show her that eating healthy &amp;amp; exercising isn’t a chore. It’s a lifestyle change. &amp;amp; one that I want to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long way to go to achieve my desired weight. &amp;amp; I think that part of the problem before was that I expected results sooner than later. But I know that by setting small goals for myself, I will ultimately reach my main goal. &lt;br /&gt;This is for my daughter….for ME… I’m ready, let’s go….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.31.11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music soothes my soul...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went to a jazz show &amp;amp; it was my 1st time going to one. Enjoyed it very much &amp;amp; definitely look forward to attending more shows like that. It was run by Organix Soul &amp;amp; they did a good job. One of the guys I really enjoyed; his name is Heshima Moja. ( &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/heshimaiam"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/heshimaiam"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/heshimaiam&lt;/a&gt; ) Let me tell you…this man has an amazing voice. Never judge a book by it’s cover because it’s beauty is on the inside. Already a fan &amp;amp; my favorite song so far is called “Beautiful”. Definitely worth taking a listen to. There were also a couple of poets there who did their spoken word thing which I LOVED because I’ve always been a fan of that &amp;amp; never had the chance to actually see someone do it live…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gone to the show, gave me inspiration to want to pursue something in music. It’s a tough industry &amp;amp; because I don’t have that confidence in myself, I never really pursued anything as far as my singing goes. I’m very shy &amp;amp; just the thought of standing up in front of a crowd of people, makes me nervous. I’m very critical of myself &amp;amp; I know that I still need some strengthening of my voice. No one is perfect but when it comes to singing, if you don’t know how to hit your notes, critics will rip you apart. Not something I think I can handle. I’ve thought of maybe doing some songwriting which I might actually still do. But even that is tough; getting your work out to people &amp;amp; trying to see if you can make something of it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has always been a love of mine. No matter what emotion you’re feeling, there’s a song out there that has the right words to say how you feel. It’s a feeling that can only be explained…through music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.27.11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Here Comes The Bride…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Well…I’m married…lol. 20 days ago, I pledged vows to the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. It still sounds so funny saying “my husband”… Some people find it cute &amp;amp; funny that I hesitate over the word… But I got what I’ve always dreamed of; a family of my own… : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Living together for a period of time, you start to feel like you’re already married. Actually&lt;strong&gt; doing &lt;/strong&gt;it, just made it legal &amp;amp; finalized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I was a ball of nerves that day… The anticipation kept building as the hours counted down &amp;amp; I started to get myself ready… My maid of honor was amazing &amp;amp; I couldn’t have picked a better person. She was on top of everything &amp;amp; helped me maintain my cool….till I got to the church &amp;amp; saw everyone arriving. Then the nervousness set in. When I was walking down the aisle, my hands were shaking so bad. I remember my stepfather kept telling me to relax but the harder I tried to control it, the harder my hands shook…lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Wasn’t much better when it came time for the first dance. I started crying! LMAO! I just couldn’t handle how bad my nerves would get because everyone was watching us. I’m not one for being in the spotlight so my emotions were on a rollercoaster ride that day…lol. I would do it all again though if I had to. One of the most memorable days of my life that I never will forget. All our attendants looked amazing, everyone enjoyed themselves &amp;amp; it made us so happy to see some of our family &amp;amp; friends who traveled a distance to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;One moment I will always remember is when I was walking down the aisle, I couldn’t see my husband at the altar with everyone standing up. I was on the verge of hyperventilating from my nerves (lol) but the moment I saw my white knight, the tears came. From high school that we dated to losing touch over the years to finding each other again on Facebook, 10 years later, we had arrived at our wedding day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I can honestly say that I am truly happy. Not only did I find a man who is amazing for me but he is an amazing father who adores his two little girls. &amp;amp; to top it all off, he is my best friend. Communication is so important in a relationship &amp;amp; I can honestly say, that we ace that area. Something that I have always lacked in previous relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So the next chapter of my life has begun &amp;amp; I look forward to creating many happy memories with my husband… &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;| P S |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-1019753608419068249?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/1019753608419068249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=1019753608419068249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/1019753608419068249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/1019753608419068249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2011/08/tumblr-posts.html' title='Tumblr Posts...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-2545537532176635675</id><published>2011-08-01T15:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:26:11.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't blogged here in looooong time&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; thats going to change. I was using tumblr to blog but it seems as though...not many people blog there. More for posting random pics/vids/quotes, etc. So I'm going to post a few of my blogs from tumblr to catch up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;| P S |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-2545537532176635675?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/2545537532176635675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=2545537532176635675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/2545537532176635675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/2545537532176635675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-4466588270464931690</id><published>2010-05-06T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:16:53.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_anxaW3hL9Vw/S-LYKpXNHmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aK7TKn9mg7A/s1600/Sad_by_Kashimana.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468170574994677346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_anxaW3hL9Vw/S-LYKpXNHmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aK7TKn9mg7A/s320/Sad_by_Kashimana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not sure why you bother me so much&lt;br /&gt;So insignificant you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet I obsess &amp;amp; dwell over you&lt;br /&gt;Because you won't get out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You make me feel as though&lt;br /&gt;everything I do&lt;br /&gt;just isn't good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I sit here&lt;br /&gt;trying to convince myself that I have worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That I have people who care about me&lt;br /&gt;that love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet you make those things seem lesser than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please leave me be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me be happy with all that I have&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; embrace this newfound happiness&lt;br /&gt;that I know does exist in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop trying to take that away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I won't let you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll continue to fight back the negative thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Till you're no longer there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until I have enough strength to just not care anymore&lt;br /&gt;whether it's there or not&lt;br /&gt;those little things will continue to try &amp;amp; take my happiness away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-4466588270464931690?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/4466588270464931690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=4466588270464931690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/4466588270464931690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/4466588270464931690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-things.html' title=''/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_anxaW3hL9Vw/S-LYKpXNHmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aK7TKn9mg7A/s72-c/Sad_by_Kashimana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-5614451785936164154</id><published>2009-08-24T17:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:11:51.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To new beginnings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been awhile since I've written here... &amp;amp; alot has happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm engaged now to my high school sweetheart. I took a chance &amp;amp; so far, it has worked out for the better. We're also expecting a baby girl, Sept. 22nd. &lt;strong&gt;Brooklyn Marie&lt;/strong&gt;. With each passing day, we're getting more &amp;amp; more excited to meet her. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be 9 months tomorrow &amp;amp; these months have just flown by. I thank God that I've had a mostly pleasant pregnancy. Aside from havin some issues with my sciatic nerve, crazy insomnia &amp;amp; the usual aches &amp;amp; pains, I can't complain too much. Not when I see &amp;amp; hear other more pressing issues that other pregnant women have. I just want a healthy baby girl who has all her fingers &amp;amp; toes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;A year ago, if someone had told me I was going to be a mother AND a wife, very soon, I would have laughed. I was adjusting to my single life &amp;amp; just "doing me". But then E. came along &amp;amp; changed all that for me. He helped to restore some of my hope &amp;amp; faith in relationships. Cause Lord knows, somewhere along the way, I lost that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every relationship is going to have their ups &amp;amp; downs. It's those things that help the foundation of your relationship to get stronger &amp;amp; more solid. But I can honestly &amp;amp; sincerely say, I've never been with someone who is as caring, attentive, understanding &amp;amp; just an all round wonderful person....to me. Yea sure, we bicker over silly things that are forgotten within seconds of being said or done. (Who doesn't?) But I've never met a man who cares about me more than he does. I can't say one bad thing about the way he treats me. We BOTH feel blessed to have one another. I have a feeling that our relationship is the kind that will last years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; now I'll be entering the next chapter of my life: raising my daughter. I'm no saint; far from perfect. But I know my mother is proud of the woman she raised. I can only hope to do just as good of a job, if not better. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;To new beginnings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;P S &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_anxaW3hL9Vw/SpMO5YPyfsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Jf-9qXmpMI/s1600-h/100_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373655159307140802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_anxaW3hL9Vw/SpMO5YPyfsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Jf-9qXmpMI/s320/100_0276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-5614451785936164154?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/5614451785936164154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=5614451785936164154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/5614451785936164154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/5614451785936164154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-new-beginnings.html' title='To new beginnings...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_anxaW3hL9Vw/SpMO5YPyfsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Jf-9qXmpMI/s72-c/100_0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-660490637466684222</id><published>2008-12-25T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:08:47.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My other half...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You complete me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You hold my heart in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And its okay cause i trust that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You'll be the best man that you can..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have definitely changed for me since the last time I wrote. I am happy to say that I'm in a relationship now. E. makes me very happy. Even though I was very hesitant at first to pursue anything &amp;amp; at one point, I even contemplated just giving up altogether. But some good advice from a good friend helped to give me the push I needed to just open my heart &amp;amp; mind to somethin new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past. Sometimes it's hard because you go thru so much that it takes awhile for your heart to mend &amp;amp; for your mind to be free &amp;amp; clear of any negativity. There are things that leave permanent scars that no amount of time can heal. Forever a part of you, there are just some things that can't be forgotten because it was those things that made you who you are now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-660490637466684222?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/660490637466684222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=660490637466684222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/660490637466684222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/660490637466684222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-other-half.html' title='My other half...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-2768418452261394371</id><published>2008-11-25T23:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:33:52.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crushcrushcrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Just the one, two I was just counting on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; That never happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I guess I'm dreaming again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Let's be more than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of one of my favorite songs from Paramore &amp;amp; a good way to start off saying what's goin on in this heart of mine. Somethin close to love &amp;amp; it has me staring off into space at times with a silly smile on my face..... I haven't felt this way about someone in awhile....like, have true, deep feelings for someone. It's as tho somethin that has been asleep inside of me is finally being awaken by this wonderful person that I can't get out of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovestruck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-2768418452261394371?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/2768418452261394371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=2768418452261394371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/2768418452261394371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/2768418452261394371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/11/crushcrushcrush.html' title='crushcrushcrush'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-7754335043288105246</id><published>2008-11-16T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:06:33.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I overthink things too much. I know this. I hate it. I wish I didn't do it. I think it comes with having your heart broken one too many times &amp;amp; bein so apprehensive about trusting anyone, most notably, men. But I don't know....my heart is tellin me this time it's different. 10 yrs.....lol.....I dated him when I was 15. For the past 10 yrs, I asked a couple of my old classmates if they had heard of him, knew how he was.....nothing. Until a few months ago, he found me on Facebook....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk almost everyday... Everyday I feel a little more &amp;amp; I want to say he does to. It's in the things he says &amp;amp; how he speaks to me, that I can just tell. I want to be rational. I don't want to get so caught up in my feelings that I lose sight of what it really is. But is it so wrong for me to WANT to be with him? To WANT to wake up everyday to the sight of his smiling face? To WANT to share my life with someone as sweet &amp;amp; wonderful as him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience has never been one of my strongest attributes. But I believe that all good things happen in due time. So I'm taking it one day a time, seeing what happens. Doesn't help that I no longer live in the same vicinity as he does. I'm in another state now. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very small part of me that's trying to be negative but.......for some reason, I can't give in to it. Something is just tellin me that this could be different. That HE could be different. It's not as though I don't know what kind of person he is. If anything, he's become a better person than the one I knew 10 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm sitting in the waiting room of a hospital &amp;amp; I'm waiting for good news.....or bad news... The patient is my heart &amp;amp; apparently, I'm being told that all I can do.....is wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-7754335043288105246?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/7754335043288105246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=7754335043288105246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/7754335043288105246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/7754335043288105246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-overthink-things-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-2570411337537736389</id><published>2008-11-06T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:57:42.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sooooo tired. &amp;amp; I have been for the past few nites. I toss &amp;amp; turn. I have these crazy ass dreams of people hunting me down &amp;amp; trying to kill me. My dreams make no sense but then again, when do they? Yes, I watch horror movies &amp;amp; I love gore &amp;amp; all that good dark stuff but I haven't watched anything lately that could send me into sleep, having nightmares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's frustrating &amp;amp; to top it off, lately, I haven't been writing anything that I feel is worth posting. I'm going into a writer's depression here...(lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aside from that though... I guess I'm ok. No major drama. Still have the headaches of tryin to keep my head above water &amp;amp; dealing with my mother's nagging. But I've come to terms with that. I deal with it by working my tail off until, hopefully, somethin gives with this crazy economy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy drama? Nope, don't have any. Which I guess is a good thing. Do I miss the companionship? Yes. I'd be lying if I said otherwise. Don't get it twisted. I talk to a couple guys but nothin has come of it &amp;amp; I doubt anything will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's funny tho because I came into this year with a positive outlook. I said, '2008 is gonna be my year.'.......... It definitely brought a lot to the table...(lol). I had to learn a lot about men, about myself &amp;amp; what is it I really want out of my relations with people. The year is coming to a close now &amp;amp; I feel......at peace with myself. It's weird. But it feels good. I always had that feeling of not wanting to feel alone. So I was always settling. Settling for men who couldn't or wouldn't commit. Only offering me their bodies &amp;amp; not their hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So will I say this New Year's Eve, that 2009 is gonna be a better year? Yea...(lol) Of course, there will probably be some of the same ole' same. But if I stopped striving for better with each passing year, I just wouldn't be ME... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; P S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-2570411337537736389?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/2570411337537736389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=2570411337537736389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/2570411337537736389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/2570411337537736389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sooooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-8011551507870588954</id><published>2008-11-02T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:22:37.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This has been my obstacle these past few days. It has sucked. Even as I'm writing this, it's just kind of spilling out. I don't know what's comin next or if anything is comin next, at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-8011551507870588954?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/8011551507870588954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=8011551507870588954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/8011551507870588954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/8011551507870588954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/11/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-5252209455152476477</id><published>2008-10-27T22:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:33:47.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled... (poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I see you in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I can never see your face clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I don't know your name because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; We never got the chance to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I know you're wondering why is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &amp;amp; that's probably why you come to me in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I wake up with a sense of missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Night after night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Tear-stained pillows remind me of sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Sadness creeps in when I realize that the only time I'll ever get to see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Is in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; In my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Where I can hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &amp;amp; pretend you never left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I can barely see right now as I write this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; There's a knot in my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; The pain in my heart will never go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I never wanted to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; But I know you're in a better place now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &amp;amp; whenever I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I know just where to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; In my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; In my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Where I can hold you in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-5252209455152476477?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/5252209455152476477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=5252209455152476477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/5252209455152476477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/5252209455152476477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled-poem.html' title='Untitled... (poem)'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-6680422858583718832</id><published>2008-10-26T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:56:05.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like it's 1983...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a very good weekend that began on Thurs nite for me...(lol) Partying with the Sigma's @ Finnegan's &amp;amp; going to work Friday morning, feelin like I had gotten just one hour of sleep. That day felt like such a long one. Went home &amp;amp; took a nap.  One of my girl friend's then hit me up later that nite, inviting me to go out with her &amp;amp; some guy friends of her's that were visiting from out of town. So we decided to hit up this club called, Elements, which is hot. They have 6 VIP rooms, each representing an element. These guys decided to get VIP &amp;amp; we wound up in the Earth element which was a room, highlighted with green lights &amp;amp; white velvety seat's. They ordered two bottles; Hennessey &amp;amp; Grey Goose. We had our own waitress who made our drinks &amp;amp; also brought us anything we wanted from the bar. Overall, it was a really good nite. I had a lot of fun &amp;amp; it felt good to have the luxury of not having to pay for anything that nite. (lol) Saturday, I went to see Saw V... Won't ruin it for anyone who read's this &amp;amp; hasn't watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 nites in a row of partying, my body needed a break so I just took it easy today &amp;amp; just enjoyed the day. My roommate &amp;amp; I always get these crazy ideas to take silly pictures or make stupid video's whenever we're havin a few drinks in the house. I was laughing so hard, I seriously thought I was gonna have an asthma attack...(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's back to work tomorrow for me so i'm gonna kick back &amp;amp; enjoy my "me time" while I have it... Till tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-6680422858583718832?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/6680422858583718832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=6680422858583718832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/6680422858583718832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/6680422858583718832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-like-its-1983.html' title='Party like it&apos;s 1983...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-285184331206446993</id><published>2008-10-21T23:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:21:35.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have to admit... Catching up with old friends is the best. Sharing memories from high school are the highlight. The years when you're trying to figure out who you are, having crushes &amp;amp;/or being crushed on, being rebellious &amp;amp; skipping class every now &amp;amp; then, writing letters &amp;amp; passing them during class like it was your job...lol. Ahhh...gotta miss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe those are things that I did. (lol) It was still a crazy, roller coaster ride of 4 years for me. Not only was I dealing with family issues &amp;amp; the stresses of homework &amp;amp; teachers but I also had the boyfriend issues. One in particular that I'll always remember. The only Caucasian male I've ever dated. (At least so far in my lifetime.) We've recently got in touch again &amp;amp; have been talking for almost 2 months now &amp;amp; finding out that so much as changed since high school. In a good way, thankfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we've been doin the whole reminiscing thing &amp;amp; it's cute... He's cute... He thinks I'm still cute... We've made plans to see each other again, do dinner, drinks &amp;amp; just enjoy each other's company. There's of course that unspoken, "should we make up for lost time" question that's lingering between us. I know this based on our most recent conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel excited tho. It's always nice to see an old friend, especially one that takes up a lot of my good memories. I'm known for thinkin with my heart &amp;amp; not my mind but I've gotten better with being more realistic when it comes to certain ppl &amp;amp; things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just this once, I'll allow myself to reminisce &amp;amp; smile for no reason &amp;amp; feel like the giddy high school girl I used to feel like years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-285184331206446993?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/285184331206446993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=285184331206446993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/285184331206446993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/285184331206446993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-5387134565189464151</id><published>2008-10-19T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:32:13.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago Today... (Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A year ago today you looked at me &amp;amp; promised it would happen in due time. I wanted to believe you. As much as my heart told me that there was no truth in your words, I was captivated by the way you spoke to me &amp;amp; the warmth in your eyes. Whenever I was around you, all I wanted to do was wrap myself around you. Perfect synchronization in the bedroom is what kept our passion for one another, alive. Promises of a better tomorrow are what kept me waiting. Waiting for the day you would claim me &amp;amp; I could absorb every bit of you, every day, for as long as we could make it last. The minute you would leave my side, it seemed reality would come crashing down around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ignore it. But I might as well have found a random number in your coat pocket with the way you were so blatant about your love for women. One was never enough. What was it?, I would wonder. What else have I not given you that SHE already has? I kept telling myself that it didn't matter. Tried to make excuses for your behaviors &amp;amp; find reasons to justify your actions. It didn't help nor make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night phone calls. Disappearing at odd times of the night. I would even watch as you would oh so casually kiss your “friends” on the cheek &amp;amp; then whisper something quickly in their ear as you so often would do to me. And then I would watch that same smile creep across their faces &amp;amp; know in my heart, it was all a game to you. A man who couldn't keep his hands out of the cookie jar, your words lacked sincerity. It was then that I knew I couldn't continue to be blind to the obvious. My love for you had become a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago today, I let you go &amp;amp; closed the door on my hopes &amp;amp; dreams of a future with you. Trust would not come easy to me in the days to come &amp;amp; honesty would become a thing of the past. You've changed me. I'm the female version of you now. And every now &amp;amp; then, one of my “friends” finds that random number in my coat pocket &amp;amp; has to ask himself whether he should stay...or go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-5387134565189464151?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/5387134565189464151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=5387134565189464151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/5387134565189464151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/5387134565189464151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/10/year-ago-today.html' title='A Year Ago Today... (Poem)'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-6331590935114614349</id><published>2008-02-23T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:38:08.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>@ a loss for words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My thoughts are all over the place lately... I can't seem to find the words to explain how I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|P S|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-6331590935114614349?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/6331590935114614349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=6331590935114614349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/6331590935114614349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/6331590935114614349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/02/loss-for-words.html' title='@ a loss for words...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-8012623586384159912</id><published>2008-01-25T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:18:58.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My horoscopes lately are so crazy.... Here's today's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your chart shows a lot of loving romantic energy today, but there is a bittersweet or sad edge to it. You may just be feeling a bit low, for reasons that have nothing to do with your love life, or you may be missing someone who has gone away for a short time..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coincidence???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-8012623586384159912?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/8012623586384159912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=8012623586384159912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/8012623586384159912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/8012623586384159912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-horoscopes-lately-are-so-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-4960847779309648642</id><published>2008-01-23T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:51:01.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I talked to "him" today. Something it seems we never really do lately. (Well...via text anyway...) We've both come to the conclusion that our lives are going in different directions. We spend less time together &amp;amp; don't talk as much as we used to. I just sensed something...different. &amp;amp; I had to talk to him about it to see where his head was at. There are some things that I just can't bear the thought of anymore. Main one being, the constant wondering &amp;amp; the questions I keep asking myself. I guess I needed him to confirm what I already knew deep down. Some sort of...closure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll still remain friends of course &amp;amp; he'll always hold a special place in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have some really great memories together. I'd rather walk away from the situation with our friendship still intact, then with a cold heart &amp;amp; bitter feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my horoscope for today. I found it funny so I thought I would share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Your love life is undergoing a metamorphosis that can have a great impact on your self-esteem. Your emotions are very intense now, but something isn't quite right. As much as you try to ignore the little things that could get in the way of more crucial concerns, there's a larger problem that might not be so easy to escape. Your determination to feel better about yourself can motivate you to find a way through this transformational period."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I work in an office &amp;amp; in the dept I work in, we're all pretty close. Good friends; we've hung out outside of work. But if there's one thing I've noticed about working in a predominantly female atmosphere, is how absolutely catty some women can be. All smiles to your face but the minute you turn your back, they're flapping their jaws about you. I try to remain neutral. Don't get me wrong. There are some people I don't really care for &amp;amp; since I feel that way, I keep my distance &amp;amp; maintain a professional attitude. I try very hard NOT to fall into the category of people who are "two-faced", as I call it. I can't stand it. It makes me wonder what they might be saying behind MY back whenever I leave the room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have so many things running thru my mind lately. I go to work &amp;amp; the day pretty much passes by me in a blur. Before I know it, I've worked more hours than I can count on my fingers &amp;amp; all I can think of at that point is my bed. I don't feel the same inside... Aside from a few tears I shed this morning during my conversation with "him", I've been numb. Not being able to be much of anything. Why am I feeling this way?... Now that's a post for another day... Tommorrow, even...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;| P S |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-4960847779309648642?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/4960847779309648642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=4960847779309648642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/4960847779309648642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/4960847779309648642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/01/random_23.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-4331434053590189097</id><published>2008-01-23T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:42:15.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or lust???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has someone ever given you that butterfly feeling? The one where you can't eat anything because your stomach gets in knots whenever you come into close contact with that person no matter how many times you see them.??? That silly smile won't leave your face &amp;amp; you can't help but feel like you're on the verge on passing out???.... Ahhh well..... There has been one man in my life so far that has made me feel this way. Sadly, I don't think we will ever be together again.... Not as a couple anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is what you would call, a "ladies man". I don't think he'll ever be able to commit to just one person. His need to feel wanted by the opposite sex consumes him. Don't get me wrong.... He's a wonderful person. Sweet, kind, selfless, passionate, hardworking, driven... Yet his inability to stay.....faithful (???) will be one of his downfalls if he doesn't come to his senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm beginning to realize about myself tho is that if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; do not let him go, I am going to just make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; miserable.  =/ We have remained friends even after being involved with one another for awhile. &amp;amp; although there is a mutual understanding of where we both stand with each other, it has done nothing to help me get over him &amp;amp; let go of my deep feelings for him. We fell somewhere between friends &amp;amp; being a couple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; we broke up. (Get it?) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; that seems to be coming to a halt &amp;amp; now all I'm left with are my feelings.... Feelings I wish I could just gather up &amp;amp; put through a shredder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's obviously more to the story &amp;amp; I'm probably being very vague about the situation but that sums it up... It gets a little easier everyday to deal with... Out of sight, out of mind??? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;....Not in my case.... Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the feelings he gave me &amp;amp; haven't been able to let go of them since. So instead, I'm adjusting &amp;amp; taking from the experience, all that I've learned about myself &amp;amp; what he has taught me without realizing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love??? Lust??? I don't really know... I'll just leave it as 'complicated'....for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-4331434053590189097?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/4331434053590189097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=4331434053590189097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/4331434053590189097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/4331434053590189097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-or-lust.html' title='Love or lust???'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381230650899139287.post-4258374748385995516</id><published>2008-01-22T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:35:42.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year got off to a weird start... My life has already began it's transformation. Some friendships have begun to slowly fade into the background, new people have made their way into my life, &amp;amp; I'm learning something about myself that both makes me proud, yet scares me at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know change can be a good thing &amp;amp; in my case, it is a VERY good thing. It's the wondering that always kills me. Constantly analyzing everything that occurs around me, every word that is said to me in certain tones &amp;amp; trying to figure people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It will&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be a miracle if I somehow manage to maintain my sanity throughtout it all...LOL (*sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| P S |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381230650899139287-4258374748385995516?l=poeticsoul716.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/feeds/4258374748385995516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1381230650899139287&amp;postID=4258374748385995516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/4258374748385995516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381230650899139287/posts/default/4258374748385995516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticsoul716.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008...'/><author><name>| Poetic Soul |</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970352568385198674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-953GhcpRqxE/TjcExMzrNSI/AAAAAAAAABo/DkEmjCbq_sE/s220/angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
