<?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-3259424805428841348</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:59:52.806+08:00</updated><category term='flees'/><category term='Tied up'/><category term='The starrt'/><title type='text'>The Love Creations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-2843279234246191861</id><published>2012-02-15T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T01:18:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are bloody together and nobody can stop us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I don't want you to be my heart or part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I want you to be every single blood vessel connected to my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;You'll keep me alive. Supporting me every single second &lt;/span&gt;whether&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;or not I feel it. You'll be the one thing closest to how I feel every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;moment I take a breath. You'll live in me. And I'll always there to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;there pumping for you.&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/3259424805428841348-2843279234246191861?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2843279234246191861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-bloody-together-and-nobody-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/2843279234246191861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/2843279234246191861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-bloody-together-and-nobody-can.html' title='We are bloody together and nobody can stop us'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-4544440220948570087</id><published>2012-02-12T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:27:21.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in myself</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I want. I don't know what I don't want. I don't know what I like. I don't know what I hate. I don't know who's my family. I don't know who's my enemy. I don't know what is right. I don't know what is wrong. I don't know who I am. I don't know who I'm not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-4544440220948570087?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4544440220948570087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/lost-in-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4544440220948570087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4544440220948570087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/lost-in-myself.html' title='Lost in myself'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-4163325921114349890</id><published>2012-01-30T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:35:14.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are all heartaches the same?</title><content type='html'>Somebody please tell me why.&lt;div&gt;Why is it that when a regular person feels heartache,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they ache in the chest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I experience heartache, My left ring finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feels as though you slow time by a million years to a second,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you pierce a burning, fat, rusty needle straight into the bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-4163325921114349890?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4163325921114349890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/01/are-all-heartaches-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4163325921114349890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4163325921114349890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/01/are-all-heartaches-same.html' title='Are all heartaches the same?'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-8389418588669730464</id><published>2012-01-23T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:40:36.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack away and run</title><content type='html'>I'm not writing a fancy predictive poem today.&lt;div&gt;It's not just a random illustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish to grab the genie by the ear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and make just this single wish. Please,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End everything we have to live for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please Eliminate these disgusting facades we have to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Bring this world back to dust and flying ashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-8389418588669730464?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8389418588669730464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/01/crack-away-and-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8389418588669730464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8389418588669730464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/01/crack-away-and-run.html' title='Crack away and run'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-1525999393482696105</id><published>2012-01-09T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:06:31.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars in your room</title><content type='html'>The world is only but ugly,&lt;div&gt;ugly, distorted, unsightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakthroughs you're able to make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in absence of Sanity you will be reshaped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-1525999393482696105?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1525999393482696105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/01/stars-in-your-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1525999393482696105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1525999393482696105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2012/01/stars-in-your-room.html' title='Stars in your room'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-8826016741547018055</id><published>2011-12-25T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:04:01.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas, &lt;div&gt;to most people, Christmas is the season of giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But from my point of perspective, Christmas is the season of loving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is even more loving than Valentines day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, Valentines day is just to celebrate the love of a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couple loving each other, But Christmas is the season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the love is just so pure only for the well being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, well, All along in my past Christmas gifts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always wanted something cool and what not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year, It's just different. It's something Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot buy. Because this year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want for Christmas, is for you to be happy and feel secured &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-8826016741547018055?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8826016741547018055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/jolly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8826016741547018055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8826016741547018055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/jolly.html' title='Jolly'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-3651701739518499383</id><published>2011-12-24T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:58:22.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete disorder</title><content type='html'>The appraisal  of what not a dim lit night,&lt;div&gt;trembles the heart of  only paranoid fright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reverting back to the cynical flow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lashing thoughts disrupt any peaceful flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazy terrains of unaligned stars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;splitting away the....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-3651701739518499383?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3651701739518499383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/incomplete-disorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3651701739518499383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3651701739518499383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/incomplete-disorder.html' title='Incomplete disorder'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-4648033980611363631</id><published>2011-12-03T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T15:40:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thunderstorms are beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " &gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelting rain from the silver clouds, Breathless cries Projects out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An image of you form in the mists, Fading away in a silent hiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mixed with your tears fall in my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive yourself for the second chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hold on to your fog, but shaken it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grasping for air, you're tied to a curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so calm so confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muddy water, they clean your shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as waters run down my cheek to yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll cut the pain, bring you back to shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-4648033980611363631?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4648033980611363631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/thunderstorms-are-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4648033980611363631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4648033980611363631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/thunderstorms-are-beautiful.html' title='thunderstorms are beautiful'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-3759416220906284539</id><published>2011-12-03T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:11:52.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is but a tree</title><content type='html'>All is but a tree. Branching out to all distractions and display, dancing through the wind yet silent in it's way. Yet when you fall in love with those miming mischief, and take them for granted only wanting them to be with, they never last. For those are just what you can see. But even if all the beauty is broken away, the remaining pieces, the trunk and roots never fades, With time, they become even stronger. Sadly, they are always either hidden away or hardly noticed or they just get scarred. Even so, I only see your trunk and your roots, of how powerful they are. Yet it's infested with molds and decay. These ugly creatures you try to get away, I know it's difficult, but they will fade. Long before you even know, these filthy things, they will start to go. Racing upon the distant bridge you will finally feel, I am lying next to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-3759416220906284539?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3759416220906284539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-is-but-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3759416220906284539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3759416220906284539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-is-but-tree.html' title='All is but a tree'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-1990377589229379750</id><published>2011-12-03T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:45:10.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't do anything about this, But that doesn't mean It ends</title><content type='html'>Reigning into the broken face,&lt;div&gt;What is there, I cannot chase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left behind is the story to be told,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm want to hear till we all turn old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest into your slow profile in void abyss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empty laughs to remind you of what you could have missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lies and burns you've only heard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But can you tell what will ever occur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In for your eyes, It's just what you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In for your heart, there's still a place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparation of the physical,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compression of the mental, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts of only the eternal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And disregard of all the spiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unable to open your mind to feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I can do to make it real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet this does not mean it just stops there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perish all hate, I wait for you to be out of despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None the self torments you should withstand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For only the true man would be patient for the touch of your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-1990377589229379750?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1990377589229379750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-do-anything-about-this-but-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1990377589229379750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1990377589229379750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-do-anything-about-this-but-that.html' title='I can&apos;t do anything about this, But that doesn&apos;t mean It ends'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-1891141748780675953</id><published>2011-11-30T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:32:30.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of being tied down</title><content type='html'>Fleeting off in the distant sea,&lt;div&gt;The bishop preached for our ears to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruel life that dusts itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovely death confines it's mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to hear the great souls cheer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who can make our lives so sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word that was breathed, was once so blessed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet now corroded by the blooded mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lies and sorrow these high men speak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But humanity's mouth is purely weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decapitate the brainless mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's worth here, for me to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-1891141748780675953?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1891141748780675953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/freedom-of-being-tied-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1891141748780675953'/><link rel='self' 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away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holds our dreams, our thoughts it lays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruthless wars stand still without motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;portraying living souls, dead in emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so Morbidly deduced, so purely refined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we secretly want, in the back of our minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-3843499960864678357?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3843499960864678357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/wrath-that-holds-its-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3843499960864678357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3843499960864678357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/wrath-that-holds-its-peace.html' title='Wrath that holds it&apos;s peace'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-5476826430055951887</id><published>2011-11-30T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:32:52.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the starless sky</title><content type='html'>Glance out in the endless pits of heaven, &lt;div&gt;In my mind Illustrating you and I levitating together like a fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-5476826430055951887?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5476826430055951887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-starless-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/5476826430055951887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/5476826430055951887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-starless-sky.html' title='In the starless sky'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-2496995436595569092</id><published>2011-11-29T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:42:17.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctant rage</title><content type='html'>Refuse what not the blindness of deep darkness. I cannot feel the void cracks of desperation. Urges to run away from the wounds and burns. Yet so addictive the creation of sexless lust. Greed resides and pride decides. I crave for the extraction yet fear just strucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-2496995436595569092?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2496995436595569092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/reluctant-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/2496995436595569092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/2496995436595569092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/reluctant-rage.html' title='Reluctant rage'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-1125932678081625185</id><published>2011-11-10T19:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:34:57.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is not painful. Sin is.</title><content type='html'>Masks drawn in the empty crowd,&lt;div&gt;the fragments fade, with whispers loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tragedy creeps in the stoned paved road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughter swallowed in the sandy throats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non has spoken, eyes have opened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As flashes outlined the gathered clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dust levitates in blurry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snaps in the sky bellowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emotions boiled in fury,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knees dropped and heads all bowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few has drank from the blood that spilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The remains despaired as their souls where killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All men Cursed from one man's death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was freed from this regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-1125932678081625185?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1125932678081625185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/death-is-not-painful-sin-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1125932678081625185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1125932678081625185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/death-is-not-painful-sin-is.html' title='Death is not painful. Sin is.'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-6302392599134771029</id><published>2011-11-10T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T00:50:25.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvise</title><content type='html'>All I shall see, Is all I would be,&lt;br /&gt;With all that I hear, in what seems to be my fears,&lt;div&gt;Can one not believe? Of that is impossible to deceive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That in the Silent clouds in the ocean, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would fly me away from these emotions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-6302392599134771029?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6302392599134771029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/improvise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/6302392599134771029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/6302392599134771029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/11/improvise.html' title='Improvise'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-153689184081294402</id><published>2011-04-03T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:38:08.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like mages, like magnets</title><content type='html'>There isn't much to be,&lt;div&gt;from even what I cannot see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet how far would you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For someone you do not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a book on fire burning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are ice clashing through to the steam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making intense dry pages,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is too brittle to even read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes so magical,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet the feelings are impractical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We levitate through the mysterious dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without even knowing the happenings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With every step we take, it's like a million miles we made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even with awe of such power, the feet wouldn't stray away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-153689184081294402?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/153689184081294402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-mages-like-magnets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/153689184081294402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/153689184081294402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-mages-like-magnets.html' title='Like mages, like magnets'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-3759247404214576701</id><published>2011-03-21T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:57:36.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The contradiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;In quietness that's loud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;the emptiness feels proud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;There wasn't any way in could explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;staying but with feet in motion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;and waving from the drastic emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I gained every nothing from this pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;In tending of falls, In coming of calls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;wasted in time, was his care indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Could any be better? from this feeling called bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Or just maybe it's the best it can be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;most might just fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;at the signs of betrayal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;But what is it that we couldn't see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;the most heartfelt trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;is the ones piling in rubbles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;yet the reason for breakage is yet to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Now tell me when will I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ever find the eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;of the one who will never leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&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/3259424805428841348-3759247404214576701?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3759247404214576701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/03/contradiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3759247404214576701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3759247404214576701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/03/contradiction.html' title='The contradiction'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-8065812223490126444</id><published>2011-02-27T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:23:37.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Everyone has fears. &lt;div&gt;Many of us have overcome our fears, Some of us, has not.&lt;br /&gt;for me, My biggest fear, is Loneliness and Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you who know me pretty well,&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of me? Outgoing? Overly-Positive? Friendly? Relaxed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, maybe that's what I am, only thing is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not really who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's just on the outside, when I have accompany,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe when I can be drowned it music or movies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but. Every night, and Every day. There are these moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you only feel total emptiness. Nobody is talking to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is there for you to hear. It's that kind of thing. that Makes me fear so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing hurts more than waiting; Especially when you don't know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are waiting for anymore.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really? Is there really a loophole deep down, that is absorbing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away all the glee and strength away while there is nothing to pull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it back out? I don't know... And I don't wish to know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this fear... everyday it makes me feel worse. And worse. And worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry that I would break down anytime, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there isn't really a reason to break down. It's just that silence in your heart....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can there be a salvation for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stitches that once repaired this wound has opened to deep dark madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music and Movies might drown the feelings, but... How many times can you withstand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;repeating them over again? It doesn't really work right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd just try, to feel alive again. Like how carefree any pre-school kid can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new kinds or mental attacks, are no longer casted by anyone. But by this fear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone actually save me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear... aka Fuck Everything And Run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. what is everything? And what is there to run from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when there is only nothing left and nothing to begin with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe... Someday. I can be free. But I know, that this fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is now just going to stay with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-8065812223490126444?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8065812223490126444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/02/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8065812223490126444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8065812223490126444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/02/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-1497867371377150462</id><published>2011-01-25T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:54:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is all that I care?</title><content type='html'>what is loneliness?&lt;div&gt;why is it that a person can be with a dozen friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and still feel lonely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet a person who is just by him/her self feels &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so accompanied?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I believe, Is a question many have asked.&lt;br /&gt;And I too believe, that everyone in this world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has felt lonely. maybe not seen, but deep down,&lt;br /&gt;there is a void, there is a long path of emptiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting to be filled up by immense love and power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.... How does that happen?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, You need faith, the faith in the heart to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that all things are achievable, and even if not, it is for well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The faith that can fill all things, making you know that you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have all you need, and need no one to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, with all that talk, Do I even have it? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty much feeling lonely all the time.... WHY!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to find someone to fill myself up yet. Yet everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meet someone, It fills up for a moment? Not because of the things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they do, But because of the hopes I get. but It all just falls.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, Just maybe, You don't need to find someone? Maybe it's all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the play of the heart. What You need, Is just time to figure out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figure out what your mind and your heart plays for you. And who is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really right. But... there is another factor. YOUR INSTINCTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some, they are really accurate, for some, they are just rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe all these things are linked? I wouldn't know. I wouldn't even want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that I want to know, Is the way to make myself not lonely. Deep Down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that I wouldn't have to be sad again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What goes Up, must Come down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that does not mean you can't grab hold and don't let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For life has only yourself to behold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only can wait, For the chance to partake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event's you have brought for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even if they Chill my bones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or try to make my soul blown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wouldn't matter for I know I will be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for this free I that I want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be too smitten over the fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let all chances slide by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The accompanier I never had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the heart, soul, mind and spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-1497867371377150462?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1497867371377150462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-all-that-i-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1497867371377150462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1497867371377150462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-all-that-i-care.html' title='Is all that I care?'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-1643553351744163233</id><published>2011-01-04T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:13:48.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget it.</title><content type='html'>Let's just forget it..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna keep this blog as a poetry blog&lt;br /&gt;anymore. It's gonna become a regular blog.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I think? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's talk about today's topic.&lt;br /&gt;What's happiness? This question has&lt;br /&gt;been questioned on countless times.&lt;br /&gt;And contrary to popular belief, Getting good education,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;having a high paying job, A big house, a nice car, and&lt;br /&gt;good food, DOES NOT GUARANTEE HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, having Having a hot wife/husband and a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;might not spell you having great joy.&lt;br /&gt;so... what's happiness? How do I achieve it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, that is a subjective matter.&lt;br /&gt;some, they want money, some they want love,&lt;br /&gt;some they want thing's they never had.&lt;br /&gt;And they all have something in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ABSENCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and this absence, is what hinder's real happiness,&lt;br /&gt;absence of many different things. It doesn't matter what&lt;br /&gt;you are in absence of. What's important is, you know how to fill&lt;br /&gt;in the absence. And what is the easiest way to fill in this endless pit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer is easy. Minimize the pit, to fit in what you already have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A million dollars won't make you happy, if you don't know  why you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A million friends won't make you happy, if you don't know the true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meaning of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million gifts won't make you  happy, if you have no use, or no love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... all in all. The word is be "Contented". But... It's easier said than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done right? So... How do I minimize this absence? How do I be more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contented? Answer is: Expect for less, and the More will amaze you.&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity~ I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Happiness is a really huge topic, And I can't post everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about it. so.... think about it yourself. It works better that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL NEXT TIME!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-1643553351744163233?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1643553351744163233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/01/forget-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1643553351744163233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1643553351744163233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2011/01/forget-it.html' title='Forget it.'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-550274020958298650</id><published>2010-11-27T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:39:09.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unfinished piece</title><content type='html'>You made me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;You make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;You made me hoped and fall off the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I made you smile,&lt;br /&gt;I make you frown.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed your hand and threw you to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our time, we played with fun.&lt;br /&gt;But we couldn't say a word that fits the line.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, what I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;but realized it's too late to start my show.&lt;br /&gt;How I can't finish this poem,&lt;br /&gt;Is like how I couldn't follow your Rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-550274020958298650?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/550274020958298650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/11/unfinished-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/550274020958298650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/550274020958298650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/11/unfinished-piece.html' title='The unfinished piece'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-7750109947002275833</id><published>2010-11-21T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:37:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates</title><content type='html'>Life is like a box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with secrets full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter, Sweet, Sour, hot.&lt;br /&gt;Showing purely of Life's own shots.&lt;br /&gt;When you take any single box,&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;But soon you'll find just what you like,&lt;br /&gt;Even If it's not what's in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to savor the bitter, and the sweet will only taste better.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to appreciate the sour, and the hot would mild in your way.&lt;br /&gt;The many types have different reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Like how our personalities represents the seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the bars and squares are better then us,&lt;br /&gt;for they live together in peace and trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that their bonds between is hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;And opportunities passed without us knowing,&lt;br /&gt;Like how they have expiration dates.&lt;br /&gt;If life wasn't like a box of chocolates, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't know what it means&lt;br /&gt;Because Life is way too close to chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;That they are like waters in a stream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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chocolates'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-7686864988930464156</id><published>2010-09-14T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:10:45.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I will become</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Since I was a little kid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had dreams of being an &lt;b&gt;Artiste&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;The dreams of this world that I taste,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; reality that hides faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wanted to play instruments, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Guitar, Piano, Violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;, like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; and sing!&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; clown, I could smile from the frown.&lt;br /&gt;As a bird, I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;, I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But this world....... it's just so screwed,&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; dark &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;with &lt;/span&gt;hate&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;dispute&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The factors will rise, to pull me back,&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;Devil&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; will only try to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Reality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;why do I have to follow,&lt;br /&gt;The only follow I will is my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of a far-off place, with great warm welcomes, when they see my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The haters will hate, the others will too.&lt;br /&gt;Differences is what they afraid, But so be-it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will be there someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The only step it tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;where today, I must leap ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Medieval&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;times are over, Talents now a waste.&lt;br /&gt;But Still I can conquer, my arts is my way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will go the distance, to make crowd stare amazed.&lt;br /&gt;When Destiny calls, I have my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I will love for my passion, No matter who you are.&lt;br /&gt;For, an &lt;b&gt;Artiste&lt;/b&gt; is what &lt;b&gt;I am&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In this world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my hands&lt;/b&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/3259424805428841348-7686864988930464156?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7686864988930464156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-what-i-will-become.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7686864988930464156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7686864988930464156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-what-i-will-become.html' title='This is what I will become'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-8446088529120198825</id><published>2010-08-07T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:08:18.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce before marriage</title><content type='html'>What time is it? I guess I won't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's Dusk or dawn? It never gets old&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take, your hands to mine,&lt;br /&gt;But the excuses You give goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say, Girl your mine.&lt;br /&gt;But the distance just keeps following.&lt;br /&gt;Many chances I took, they worked all good,&lt;br /&gt;Till the challenge fell upon.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to stop, But you pushed it away.&lt;br /&gt;One has split into two.&lt;br /&gt;We were never together, we still got broken&lt;br /&gt;How can I live without you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-8446088529120198825?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8446088529120198825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/08/divorce-before-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8446088529120198825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8446088529120198825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/08/divorce-before-marriage.html' title='Divorce before marriage'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-7670348810796974588</id><published>2010-07-11T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:07:12.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we pretend? And make it true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Can we pretend that Fire and Water are just one part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Would you be there, If I gave you my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I will trade My Soul, My Body, My Whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;To be able to walk with you, Down the Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I could take years to know, Who you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;But From the second we met, I knew Whose you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;So can we pretend that we are love birds of two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then make the imaginary, really come true&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/3259424805428841348-7670348810796974588?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7670348810796974588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-we-pretend-and-make-it-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7670348810796974588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7670348810796974588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-we-pretend-and-make-it-true.html' title='Can we pretend? And make it true?'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-508018164029174592</id><published>2010-05-12T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:48:55.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wishful time machine</title><content type='html'>I wish we could to,&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could turn,&lt;br /&gt;Back in time when we were true,&lt;br /&gt;Back in time of innocence.&lt;br /&gt;20 seconds back, our eyes I could see.&lt;br /&gt;In 30 seconds flat, your hands are with me.&lt;br /&gt;If time had turned back,&lt;br /&gt;our bond wouldn't be hacked.&lt;br /&gt;with the virus called the world.&lt;br /&gt;Just a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are still close,&lt;br /&gt;and shoulders be side by side.&lt;br /&gt;In song and dance&lt;br /&gt;we start to show.&lt;br /&gt;We'd make our own love duo.&lt;br /&gt;In song we had a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;In each we had devotion.&lt;br /&gt;In you I saw a dove.&lt;br /&gt;In feathers pure white,&lt;br /&gt;In grace you just fly.&lt;br /&gt;But you flew too far away.&lt;br /&gt;Now we again separated&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're just not fated&lt;br /&gt;but I know&lt;br /&gt;We'd be together again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-508018164029174592?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/508018164029174592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/05/wishful-time-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/508018164029174592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/508018164029174592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/05/wishful-time-machine.html' title='The wishful time machine'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-5746873272572792928</id><published>2010-04-24T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:32:34.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAI EVERYONE HAI</title><content type='html'>HIHI!! JOSEPH HAS PRETTY BORING STUFF ON HERE SO I THINK HE SHOULD BRIGHTEN IT UP WITH MY WORDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS FORGOTTEN TO MAKE HIS WISH  AT 1111 SO WHATEVER HIS WISH WAS, PLS PLS PLS MAKE IT COME TRUE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K THX BYE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi im xiaoshi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-5746873272572792928?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5746873272572792928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/04/hai-everyone-hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/5746873272572792928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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through depression&lt;br /&gt;And in the weirdest session,&lt;br /&gt;My feelings start to churn.&lt;br /&gt;The room is cold, dark, quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was fighting like a riot.&lt;br /&gt;With you and me, and no one else,&lt;br /&gt;The highs are hanging low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thats when we were younger,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing any mature,&lt;br /&gt;And time was only wasted.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're older.&lt;br /&gt;And life just seems proper,&lt;br /&gt;We cherish what we have in hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Now you look in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;As I clear up your cries.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are the clouds and the skies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dragonfly, you're butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;we're the soils and the trees.&lt;br /&gt;With eight words left,&lt;br /&gt;And one last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;You are my mountain,&lt;br /&gt;I am your sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-759480417215473347?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/759480417215473347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-change-we-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/759480417215473347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/759480417215473347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-change-we-did.html' title='People change, We did'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-4431021181230007523</id><published>2010-04-17T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:04:27.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamed in the past, I met in the present</title><content type='html'>I wrote about a song, that didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about a star, but it's way too far.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about a meal, it wasn't a trill.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about a morning, didn't see the rain coming.&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote about a girl, and it again turned sunny.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have a name, She didn't have a face.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to contact her, but i had no trace.&lt;br /&gt;I waited and thought, The memories i fought.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a clue, Thats when I saw you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-4431021181230007523?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4431021181230007523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dreamed-in-past-i-met-in-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4431021181230007523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4431021181230007523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dreamed-in-past-i-met-in-present.html' title='I dreamed in the past, I met in the present'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-5165795152910694923</id><published>2010-03-29T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:38:21.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The essence in the streams of Life</title><content type='html'>A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; hundred&lt;/span&gt; men took fifteen paths, for one final Destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Rich&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Poor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Sick&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Angry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hatred, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eco-friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Rogues&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Justice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Harmony&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I 'drew some Patience,&lt;br /&gt;For all to be taken,&lt;br /&gt;Until the route for me.&lt;br /&gt;The Fate I had, with Content's red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;My soul belongs in that bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As these roads again come together,&lt;br /&gt;The heavenly gates once more opens.&lt;br /&gt;The Saint awaits&lt;br /&gt;The words awake&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Books of Life and Death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;ninety-nine others,&lt;/span&gt; I did not bother,&lt;br /&gt;To be alone or together.&lt;br /&gt;The Tree I shook, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;The contented route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Eternal life was what I took~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-5165795152910694923?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-5592083463499528932</id><published>2010-03-04T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:00:59.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my...</title><content type='html'>LONG LONG SINCE I POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.... well, nothing much, Common test are still! going on....&lt;br /&gt;but results that have returned are totally negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI! BABY! STOP BLAMING YOURSELF OK? OR I STEAL YOUR BLAMES!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna you to feel sad.... Its just not right? Its not your fault?&lt;br /&gt;Your friends won't appreciate it!  I'm sorry If it does not make you feel better,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that there are much better reasons to be happy, like me!&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up? Lemme tell you jokes?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;One day, A Pregnant women faints out off heatstroke, as she was in the hospital in coma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;she gave birth to a pair of twins, after another week of sleep, she woke up. Finding that her tummy was smaller, she asked for the nurse. The nurse asked her not to worry as her brother named the kids for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;In shock she hollered "WHAT? THAT IDIOT? WHAT KIND OF NAME???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;The nurse said "well, the girl is called Denise..."&lt;br /&gt;"thats ok, I guess"&lt;br /&gt;"The boy's name is Denephew"&lt;br /&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-5592083463499528932?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5592083463499528932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/5592083463499528932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/5592083463499528932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my.html' title='oh my...'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-3445386594028852200</id><published>2010-02-22T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:34:03.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge that hurts</title><content type='html'>Its Been really long since My last post,&lt;br /&gt;and so, But I dont really feel like saying anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right to say you aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;I was right to say you wouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;I was right your lies I serve.&lt;br /&gt;I was right you fill me love.&lt;br /&gt;With all I knew I can kill a man.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hide and and pretend.&lt;br /&gt;You start to be cold&lt;br /&gt;I start to feel low&lt;br /&gt;So I closed my eyes, swiftly I ran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-3445386594028852200?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3445386594028852200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/02/knowledge-that-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3445386594028852200'/><link rel='self' 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sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Reality Is a form of fog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Covering your vision from your dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;And all that is left behind, are just forms of misery, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Remove the dirty lens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Remove what you call waste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;And gather your dreams and friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Stars are in your hands~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;These few days are quite stressful, well but it all worked well after all~&lt;br /&gt;now that I realise how many nice friends I have, And yeah, busy busy busy&lt;br /&gt;Got to study pretty much for tests and the 'o' Levels~&lt;br /&gt;GO JOSEPH! YOU CAN DO IT!!! &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/3259424805428841348-860864829122159112?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/860864829122159112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality-is-form-of-fog-covering-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/860864829122159112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/860864829122159112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality-is-form-of-fog-covering-your.html' title='When All else fails, Its illusions'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-7240406017418643488</id><published>2010-01-24T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:28:37.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I know, Is all you don't</title><content type='html'>Alright, I haven't really posted anything for a long time, and now, TADA! postage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DYLANS BIRTHDAYY!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, it was 2 days ago, but so what? HE IS HAPPPPAY!!&lt;br /&gt;and today,&lt;br /&gt;Cheezy told me this new sentence, its soooooo epic!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis is sometimes earned from too much floccinaucinihilipilification and sesquipedalianism. If you cannot understand this you most likely have Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELL RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;lung disease caused by silica dust is sometimes earned from too much regarding someone as worthless and using long words. If you cannot understand this you most likely have fear of long words!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIAO!!!! oh my, im feeling so wierd lately, i dont know why, theres a sudden big ambush of nightmares attackiing me! And I feel so confused!!! Is it really the hangover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nobody really cares. I just only need my dosage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In day I stack my life,&lt;br /&gt;In night I stack my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Twins of these worlds rise to fly&lt;br /&gt;But I only caved in,&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to open,&lt;br /&gt;But Close it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;As the dust runs in circles i see,&lt;br /&gt;All thats left is your part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-7240406017418643488?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7240406017418643488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-know-is-all-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7240406017418643488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7240406017418643488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-know-is-all-you-dont.html' title='All I know, Is all you don&apos;t'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-477750112581806622</id><published>2010-01-17T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:58:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>yesterday was like, Chloe's birthday, so fun,&lt;br /&gt;but the whooooole time hor, never take pictures -.-!&lt;br /&gt;We only pokered the whole time luh,&lt;div&gt;so sad sia, the party. I thought it would be really fun&lt;br /&gt;DYLAN'S PARTEHHH IS COMING SOOOON!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my, really, I need to get a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-477750112581806622?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/477750112581806622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/477750112581806622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/477750112581806622'/><link rel='alternate' 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202px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dtspWecdEKU/S1KXcs1CbHI/AAAAAAAAABA/r8c-gVoLO1o/s320/stunned+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427567020260617330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so from now on, everything is gonna change, no more poems! ok, maybe a little, but ima gonna start posting blogging stuffs, cuz my blog like too empty luh. :| soooo, thats all~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-7124988124820559660?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7124988124820559660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-for-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-552161054944480981</id><published>2009-12-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:27:10.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mirror</title><content type='html'>The sky is the mirror of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;When you look at it, it shows you whole&lt;div&gt;Tired is the night, wholesome is the day&lt;br /&gt;Even when the weather doesn't go your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain, Sun, Dark clouds hover&lt;br /&gt;Tears, Fun, Still not sober&lt;br /&gt;Light bends for us, to create rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Joy has come, to replace your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Today, its all rain, As the sky is grey&lt;br /&gt;But to get to the check point, this price i must pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-552161054944480981?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/552161054944480981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/12/mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/552161054944480981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/552161054944480981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/12/mirror.html' title='The mirror'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-8738348123955316257</id><published>2009-11-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:10:55.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To make this meal</title><content type='html'>Our fingers together,&lt;br /&gt;We crush the pepper.&lt;br /&gt;and we hold our hands,&lt;br /&gt;to sprinkle salt.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes so bright,&lt;br /&gt;the spices just right.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel, I need to know you better,&lt;br /&gt;The meat has thawed,&lt;br /&gt;My hearts still frozen.&lt;br /&gt;Because only with you, my heart can be molten.&lt;br /&gt;As I stand here without the rest.&lt;br /&gt;You took the stove and left.&lt;br /&gt;And so now, the foods expectations cannot be met&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-8738348123955316257?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8738348123955316257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-make-this-meal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8738348123955316257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/8738348123955316257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-make-this-meal.html' title='To make this meal'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-7942438416738947579</id><published>2009-10-21T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:56:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ok, Im alright</title><content type='html'>The past has fled,&lt;br /&gt;The day we  met.&lt;br /&gt;The hole in my heart, It had been fed.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm hungry, you have left me,&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you, yet we are on different ferries&lt;br /&gt;Never mind me, you never did.&lt;br /&gt;you are the squirrel, and i'm the tree&lt;br /&gt;we were always close&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew I lived&lt;br /&gt;I was too naive to believe that,&lt;br /&gt;you left, I wouldn't feel sad&lt;br /&gt;You threw away acorns, &lt;div&gt;To have sunflower seeds&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To him, who wants his seeds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you are only one out of many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-7942438416738947579?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7942438416738947579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-ok-im-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7942438416738947579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7942438416738947579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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years, are not on the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He shut the lights, went to bed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he still wondered if she have slept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tossed and turn, the moon isn't there&lt;br /&gt;Best friend stars, too ran away&lt;br /&gt;Mind was swirling,&lt;br /&gt;phone was tossing&lt;br /&gt;body was just a log.&lt;br /&gt;He thought of some words, then dozed at six.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone, pupils shown&lt;br /&gt;there is a hangover but no alcohol&lt;br /&gt;On the Dinning table, a cup of water awaits.&lt;br /&gt;he saw, remembered, last night what his mind said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if the cup isn't gold&lt;br /&gt;It will not kill if the water is 82 years old&lt;br /&gt;I will not say,&lt;br /&gt;If its half empty or full.&lt;br /&gt;As It won't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;If I don't fill it to the brim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got happy for a second,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ran to his room,&lt;br /&gt;Searching around through his phone,&lt;br /&gt;But as her picture rose, this smile was gone,&lt;br /&gt;Only frowns and eyerings coloured crow.&lt;br /&gt;lazing around, He screamed out of the gate&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? I can't get you out of my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-3472805299251292556?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3472805299251292556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-you-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3472805299251292556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/3472805299251292556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-you-knew.html' title='The second you knew'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-1663351376668138628</id><published>2009-09-28T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:10:42.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my world</title><content type='html'>Today, its very indirect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The west was trembling,&lt;br /&gt;uncontrollable, unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;but the cracks were still unclear&lt;br /&gt;The east was in a state like slimes&lt;br /&gt;top was melting, bottom was freezing&lt;br /&gt;but still the change didn't show&lt;br /&gt;The south tried to accelerate&lt;br /&gt;Running a stop, just to hide&lt;br /&gt;but failed, the strength had left&lt;br /&gt;The centre was hopping up and down&lt;br /&gt;Like spasm, Like bungees&lt;br /&gt;But the power ditched the engines. It stopped&lt;br /&gt;At last the north  tried to look back&lt;br /&gt;the tracks were erased, you cant go back&lt;br /&gt;With remorse and regret, this world Could only do&lt;br /&gt;To move to another space, Where this world could be accepted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-1663351376668138628?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1663351376668138628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1663351376668138628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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caught I still didnt know&lt;br /&gt;the tension was there, the blood swam swift.&lt;br /&gt;I was running through an endless dream&lt;br /&gt;I could feel, I cant hide&lt;br /&gt;the butterflies roaming all inside&lt;br /&gt;without a word, you ran away,&lt;br /&gt;breaking my love, into pain.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know where I stand, In your heart I'm just like sand.&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly I waited, with blood and tears&lt;br /&gt;to see your smile, to end my fears&lt;br /&gt;Thousand miles you were from me.&lt;br /&gt;Not by distance, but familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;We acted like strangers ans stayed away from each other,&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside I knew, I was a deciever.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pain, filled with lies, my heart is pain filled with cries&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter, and sent to you.&lt;br /&gt;Im too confused what you might do.&lt;br /&gt;But deep in my heart, I knew that you knew, From start till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;I always love you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-4654346866666177477?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4654346866666177477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4654346866666177477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/4654346866666177477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-long-time.html' title='Its been a long time'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-1545010545467780888</id><published>2009-09-15T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:16:08.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tied up'/><title type='text'>Bloods and Ties</title><content type='html'>TOday, Its about a blog where of my inspiration of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You locked my blood &lt;br /&gt;And flung the key&lt;br /&gt;With Lightning steps&lt;br /&gt;you went out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Its thin as air&lt;br /&gt;Heavy as steel&lt;br /&gt;You became a hard appeal&lt;br /&gt;If you'd turn and see&lt;br /&gt;I crawl on four&lt;br /&gt;Frowning, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You left me dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to have a high ego on my poems.&lt;br /&gt;Any tips? Best if the Masters could give in a thing or two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-1545010545467780888?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1545010545467780888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloods-and-ties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1545010545467780888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/1545010545467780888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloods-and-ties.html' title='Bloods and Ties'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-341500500439548055</id><published>2009-09-14T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:34:18.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flees'/><title type='text'>The second</title><content type='html'>Hi again, Its the second post right? hahas, great. Im going to go for my previous words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First struck match, single lit candle. your entree step, broke my hollow world Being an Apathyzer, I wanted to ask, but you'd get mad, So I shut all doors, and now Im trapped. You wouldnt help me now I know, with lots inwards im burning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored as you be, free as it seems The winds have blown in hectres and miles, yet why stand time, and drift like a bark? For more it goes, the risk is deep, so shock back up, role the dice, start to move and feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace we fond in its healing heart, no far is gone no near is sweet, we hold our hands, smile we see, red in love, all complete. So wont we be happy? why start a fight? Influence is heavy, the change has killed, so now we part and all feels rugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work so hard, like diamonds cut, where grace we fond in its healing heart, no far is gone no near is complete, but more in haste, less from speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very plain right? lots of space for further works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-341500500439548055?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/341500500439548055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/341500500439548055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/341500500439548055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/second.html' title='The second'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259424805428841348.post-7405187021714482043</id><published>2009-09-14T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:15:39.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The starrt'/><title type='text'>Today's The light</title><content type='html'>Hi those who read, today, I finally regained my blogging sense, but fret if you like gossips, my blog is basically just for poems and lyrics that I write, Love it, hate it. If you think its not good, come up with one for me. Ahh, something came into mind of I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creations and I, starts don't lie. Thoughts fly in as I look your eyes, Ain't mistake, still not for cries, but simple warm souls, these loves glow bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3259424805428841348-7405187021714482043?l=thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7405187021714482043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7405187021714482043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3259424805428841348/posts/default/7405187021714482043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoetsecrets.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-light.html' title='Today&apos;s The light'/><author><name>Josephitarded</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701855597336105773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvbOpZJC0kE/Trqxw98BAJI/AAAAAAAAACU/X6o2F6_Uh00/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
