tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41921100429997509852024-02-21T05:50:49.867-08:00LivingWithMySelfShe Might Be The Devil But She's My Friend!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-4435474841148109302010-06-28T08:20:00.000-07:002010-06-28T08:31:05.534-07:00To Break Away<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfBEjnO9g5J8AhrSvITS0SKyb83nMlDWRZxBQWXo_VcPckr70rkYtQffyK1yh5sfPzNNv6PZsQ-SbmUtEYckBsDYZ4JwIfVOkMeuWwxJWnuNivEyEOM536aRyj5l5FAc2Hef46ZFnjA/s1600/kf9vBxISYnepnwk4QbmXOcrDo1_500.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487845636014176898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfBEjnO9g5J8AhrSvITS0SKyb83nMlDWRZxBQWXo_VcPckr70rkYtQffyK1yh5sfPzNNv6PZsQ-SbmUtEYckBsDYZ4JwIfVOkMeuWwxJWnuNivEyEOM536aRyj5l5FAc2Hef46ZFnjA/s320/kf9vBxISYnepnwk4QbmXOcrDo1_500.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZm27dDnoajSGKNImR18sGMF5uEJvilOH5t6W_EXeoBdaub7joSrzIxvIKONKegEB5SCyO-Bn8ncfrRvMY_WxGMa-VYnRCTHxhgicomtLLwPRuWJBsFI0sJgazZ-Zd7ex4kXE6c9dOA/s1600/inspiration,quote,text,todqy,tomorrow,hope-22f71e2cff10d9cac4d84c1f41fbb9c1_h.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487845631859444082" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha40jUB42m10h-hUYvhXC4aq8fTBkiwxPYr9tGvGkj-QTOEoZTYESINdiVYwpIxO6LpR0RfLtfbQx5TMTu7XmmCtq79cl2Zi8DFvf4WMwscgZWVhyphenhyphenko8K0WjHoOcX5Iy4lPZmLw12lgA/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470142947909280018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHeap9D01Z_hYOsrZdM2MAqGH0aU4HI4-LjiNmUbZWG8leFl7FC4Amp12oqL7ttWgGWvZLczRUaCS7ciILcb5iYisiO5IUAgeOGXrJQNb_DIDn3sCw18GmUPQ6pqqtOvycRe_f1Hdyw/s320/0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div> Giving someone all your love is not an insurance that they will love you back.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-38485801726657203032010-05-10T14:06:00.000-07:002010-05-10T15:58:56.067-07:00Regret<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEAVBFcSDapFMwyYd3yF7m_sncbUtwENY7EbmH7aZvm4LpMIJ1wWuTHg5Ua7GPFCE5G2Jnoeg8Ruxo4cexCCmsPtBcjp6t8nkDz83XpTljNeiWtobEX-N0he7H5fvr4eJNA11UY91sg/s1600/Woman%20crying%20%5BiStock_1290361%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469777787797362738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEAVBFcSDapFMwyYd3yF7m_sncbUtwENY7EbmH7aZvm4LpMIJ1wWuTHg5Ua7GPFCE5G2Jnoeg8Ruxo4cexCCmsPtBcjp6t8nkDz83XpTljNeiWtobEX-N0he7H5fvr4eJNA11UY91sg/s320/Woman%2520crying%2520%255BiStock_1290361%255D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm mad at you, i regret it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yesterday was a day of thought, pain and regret</div><div>to remeber something i will never forgive myself for. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Things have changed, not for the better. Someone I loved so much </div><div>brings anger and rage to my heart. </div><br /><div></div><div>Filled with hate and bitterness.</div><div>To be alone in this life is an eternity of pain not pleasure. </div><br /><div></div><div>To be with one who doesn't care, but to blaim would be a sin.</div><div>The trench that has been dug has been dug to deep to climb out would be impossible.</div><div>With no one to save me, not even a soul. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Everything that I've done including the good has gotten me nowhere.</div><div>To blaim you for not wanting to be with me, or a friend I do not. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The thought of what could have been wonders my thoughts each and every day, </div><div>I wish it to stop I really do, but it wont. </div><br /><div>The nightmare, the cold sweats, the screaming. It hurts so much, the regret hurts.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yesterday was a celebration of mothers, I praise my mom for being herself. But yesterday was a bitter day for me..for commiting such an awful decision. I was angery.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-37400658152499760502010-03-18T08:59:00.000-07:002010-03-18T09:02:56.350-07:00My Guardian AngelWhen i see your smile, tears run down my face, I cant replace, And now that im strong i have figured out how this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul and i know, ill find deep inside me i can be the one<br />I will never let you fall let you fall ill stand up with you forever, ill be there for you through it all(through it all)even if saving you sends me to heaven<br />its okay, its okay, its okay-ay-ay<br />seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling all for usdays grow longer and nights grow shorter i can show you ill be the one<br />i will never let you fallill stand up with you foreverill be there for you through it all(through it all)even if saving you sends me to heaven<br />cuz your my your my true love my whole heart please dont throw that away cuz im here for you please dont walk away and please tell me you'll stay use me as you will pull my strings just for a thrill and i know i'll be okay though my skies are turning gray<br /> i will never let you fal lill stand up with you forever ill be there for you through it all even if saving you sends me to heaven<br />I will never let you fall ill stand up with you forever ill be there for you through it all even if saving you sends me to heaven<br />i will never let you fall i stand up with you foreverNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-84700895330190405052010-02-26T17:33:00.000-08:002010-02-26T17:59:44.309-08:00It's Been The Worst Day Since Yesterday<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2JEoWdrA3IykO37wlqc90SsfxWBsbYpbDdp2QbFgrX30zw91wUGog5eNT91f3GJ7LZqNmD3UEgsUHlHFeDOPMwBNgQ1xZPpSG3qyEKQ_E7VYkpWX6bucWccO7TmAEknvlHPyjduMvA/s1600-h/Dingle+Ireland+1140240231.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2JEoWdrA3IykO37wlqc90SsfxWBsbYpbDdp2QbFgrX30zw91wUGog5eNT91f3GJ7LZqNmD3UEgsUHlHFeDOPMwBNgQ1xZPpSG3qyEKQ_E7VYkpWX6bucWccO7TmAEknvlHPyjduMvA/s320/Dingle+Ireland+1140240231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442731476720208050" /></a><br /><br />Her breath began to speak<br />As she stood right in front of me<br />The colour of her eyes<br />Were the colour of insanity<br />Crushed beneath her wave<br />Like a ship, I could not reach the shore<br />We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Pressed against her face<br />I could feel her insecurity<br />Her mother'd been a drunk<br />And her father was obscurity<br />But nothin' ever came<br />From a life that was a simple one<br />So pull yourself together girl<br />And have a little fun<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Well she took me by the hand<br />I could see she was a fiery one<br />Her legs ran all the way<br />Up to Heaven and past Avalon<br />Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store<br />She said come with me now<br />On the Devil's Dance Floor<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The apple now is sweet<br />Oh much sweeter than it ought to be<br />Another little bite<br />I don't think there is much hope for me<br />The sweat beneath her brow<br />Travels all the way<br />An' headin' south<br />This bleedin' heart's cryin'<br />Cause there's no way out<br /></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-86623672264232253122010-01-17T08:57:00.000-08:002010-01-17T09:56:10.850-08:00According To YouAccording to you Im stupid, Im useless <em>I</em> can't do anything right Accoring to you, Im difficult hard to please, forever changing my mind, Im a mess in a dress!<br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82lF3O36GIsoqdAfCz-li2zRTcVqVD9KWMN2uHilyqzYdJPYYcmbv8Ov2CvuGeN2G5CEL10Uk3UFMErp0WYBXfzT5FsZoJuU_b6IybPsZUyNcqp6FY1z9ulPBtv_86wPH7SEBpf68Ww/s1600-h/kiss-couples-separate-love.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427768024758281810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82lF3O36GIsoqdAfCz-li2zRTcVqVD9KWMN2uHilyqzYdJPYYcmbv8Ov2CvuGeN2G5CEL10Uk3UFMErp0WYBXfzT5FsZoJuU_b6IybPsZUyNcqp6FY1z9ulPBtv_86wPH7SEBpf68Ww/s320/kiss-couples-separate-love.png" border="0" /></a><br />But accoding to him, Im beautiful, incredible he cant get me out of his head, Accoring to him Im funny, irresistable, everything he ever wanted.<br /><br /><div></div><div>Everything is opposite, I dont feel like stopping it So tell me what i got to lose, he's into me forevery thing im not.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObVgIyvgABLH0ux6IGHRtrsLhpNDCKWpTQ9924IqG6ouqzZapCNGNgN5MJJdqJqoX3UTFQDE_hsErPp7emCxqCGhqLexhGOnyicpQGyefWtrRIe8kuqMx1_4pZkAe8Nsb7D8ZklNvkg/s1600-h/prod_743_20732.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427767740271315394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObVgIyvgABLH0ux6IGHRtrsLhpNDCKWpTQ9924IqG6ouqzZapCNGNgN5MJJdqJqoX3UTFQDE_hsErPp7emCxqCGhqLexhGOnyicpQGyefWtrRIe8kuqMx1_4pZkAe8Nsb7D8ZklNvkg/s320/prod_743_20732.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Accoring to you Im boring, Im moody and you cant take me any place According to you i suck at telling jokes cause i always give it away. Im the girl with the worst attention span; Your the boy that puts up with that.</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOiNtA_o8MB-FMuZ_SmBVVg-NxSnZ5Ocg1z7VsOTrXfVq4cF06KoA8qATwx-LJxfJrhBIj0VdBFlrsyCJsOoFXFugQ1VGBCfq3toifqpICjcmEJpnikmLgMB4lnIN9PAt_BBW8_Fa0A/s1600-h/4211226.18d35e2d.560.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427767457155956386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOiNtA_o8MB-FMuZ_SmBVVg-NxSnZ5Ocg1z7VsOTrXfVq4cF06KoA8qATwx-LJxfJrhBIj0VdBFlrsyCJsOoFXFugQ1VGBCfq3toifqpICjcmEJpnikmLgMB4lnIN9PAt_BBW8_Fa0A/s320/4211226.18d35e2d.560.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I need to feel appreciated im not hated, why cant you seem me through his eyes Its to bad your making me decide.</div><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyRNU-8RPCj0G7TAGTUKAnVc87-wyTed06jK-3HlEvoElTp34tU_VS0hryd5ru7-FjBSiOHygfdgkxXT3y2RrUrF9ZvPMao23eAnrHZg2jRBL4i5zKvEWeAJ-d-1cjstPly2QHmrqzg/s1600-h/161681_f260.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427767215413831666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyRNU-8RPCj0G7TAGTUKAnVc87-wyTed06jK-3HlEvoElTp34tU_VS0hryd5ru7-FjBSiOHygfdgkxXT3y2RrUrF9ZvPMao23eAnrHZg2jRBL4i5zKvEWeAJ-d-1cjstPly2QHmrqzg/s320/161681_f260.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><div>But according to me you're stupid, you're useless, you can't do anything right. But according to him I'm beautiful, incredible, he can't get me out of his head. According to him I'm funny, irresistible, everything he ever wanted. Everything is opposite, I don't feel like stopping it, baby tell me what I got to lose. He's into me for everything I'm not.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNJc9VFAjxnot5Zm5JLsX4x26u28_LcNCO-XoZYhDIut3r37mH1bYzFsEFf0DmgNdwarXiG-7xAsN4k7ip7bzH2u1wBABq6uWXo9eaR70N4QHsSlQ8ronynw3-TUI-ETaCcU8lfIMgQ/s1600-h/0504C5CA-0C32-35B7-6E1F5E8DA9BB6263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427766851022549858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNJc9VFAjxnot5Zm5JLsX4x26u28_LcNCO-XoZYhDIut3r37mH1bYzFsEFf0DmgNdwarXiG-7xAsN4k7ip7bzH2u1wBABq6uWXo9eaR70N4QHsSlQ8ronynw3-TUI-ETaCcU8lfIMgQ/s320/0504C5CA-0C32-35B7-6E1F5E8DA9BB6263.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-38472530320765077762010-01-11T10:52:00.000-08:002010-01-11T13:26:46.161-08:00Bloody Mondays<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHsUhczJzy6P5cgRlxc0tLEff3pgypIwa4WoijQ4WJXUWIghIXfZhWcmISF4UzPKuX0ucTBOG_27urOF80jeQCFEhyphenhyphenJc-gZjAEWGGqyZQ1OP3tQHK9qP0IaDABz-gCmnL62jkJfm7Ag/s1600-h/vampires01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425589116131563618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHsUhczJzy6P5cgRlxc0tLEff3pgypIwa4WoijQ4WJXUWIghIXfZhWcmISF4UzPKuX0ucTBOG_27urOF80jeQCFEhyphenhyphenJc-gZjAEWGGqyZQ1OP3tQHK9qP0IaDABz-gCmnL62jkJfm7Ag/s320/vampires01.jpg" border="0" /></a> I feel masked by something i fear.</div><div align="center">Dirty, with dark thoughts.</div><div align="center">sometimes disgusted by my own exsistance.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbRTCdNJyh_EiCw5uzP-c2EB2bOx8Of_dcviNKXrSn1VGdIIfSVSMKFmw7ou7xgGtLXlYg3K4ghXVMcPLdPcLL_s67eb9urZXbzy78jD-gbW_pUlReAQs9NXSJhGYBde58bia6Rn2ZQ/s1600-h/vampirepicforme.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425589077343989906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbRTCdNJyh_EiCw5uzP-c2EB2bOx8Of_dcviNKXrSn1VGdIIfSVSMKFmw7ou7xgGtLXlYg3K4ghXVMcPLdPcLL_s67eb9urZXbzy78jD-gbW_pUlReAQs9NXSJhGYBde58bia6Rn2ZQ/s320/vampirepicforme.jpg" border="0" /></a> Terrorized by my own thoughts, Dark changes, no soft touches, kisses.</div><div align="center">Secrets kept from someone with such thought.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqz3740gsTXL7MsOo4i6REWs4oelF3bfD_jNubHvkckoGG1pMpRuZChrWRAyt4jJqP0TWMOBogcVyzgsYcdOkopmgbwJ9ajxyJGQpd7F1xUlL11CBeMUxG_BbD_JH6X-Vu5_KgF6OT7g/s1600-h/vamp.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425589023417974770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqz3740gsTXL7MsOo4i6REWs4oelF3bfD_jNubHvkckoGG1pMpRuZChrWRAyt4jJqP0TWMOBogcVyzgsYcdOkopmgbwJ9ajxyJGQpd7F1xUlL11CBeMUxG_BbD_JH6X-Vu5_KgF6OT7g/s320/vamp.png" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Darkness fills my mind. The blood boils when hurtful words and unspoken thoughts from one do not sound so thoughful.<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu956ZhHt2G-RYMGlqB3vnVGSAbccX4btghVgByprvyJAjZhHULq_QLacQUgVVDhXQYLD2t0fNfkaJVS1ixNBhrvysEaj0FOXXbeD_dWfQE-FituSiYRhouec9ooEm9gU3K-TQjuo3w/s1600-h/stephenmoyerannapaqtb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425588935839064098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu956ZhHt2G-RYMGlqB3vnVGSAbccX4btghVgByprvyJAjZhHULq_QLacQUgVVDhXQYLD2t0fNfkaJVS1ixNBhrvysEaj0FOXXbeD_dWfQE-FituSiYRhouec9ooEm9gU3K-TQjuo3w/s320/stephenmoyerannapaqtb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Who am i? Where am i sapose to be? who am i sapose to be.Pain is what i feel, regret is what i feel So many mistakes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M5t1pnwdECpefZO7_JCqrYpkq3R2z52XdmInrpi6x7bNf436AJXtyHXxAcV-4naXhKhhqYaXurRwCcWOaZrHZHItxH_Fxk_JexNkVHPEiZX3opKDNfKiR2GPNf6ykY5N3y0Ny11yIw/s1600-h/Bloody_Lips_03_by_Vampires_Unite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425588890052036258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M5t1pnwdECpefZO7_JCqrYpkq3R2z52XdmInrpi6x7bNf436AJXtyHXxAcV-4naXhKhhqYaXurRwCcWOaZrHZHItxH_Fxk_JexNkVHPEiZX3opKDNfKiR2GPNf6ykY5N3y0Ny11yIw/s320/Bloody_Lips_03_by_Vampires_Unite.jpg" border="0" /></a>I feel like screaming out. Yelling at the top of my lungs that your are wrong, wrong about everything ..cant anyone see i cry bloody tears for you and ever <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLoJ3rGVc04ID6hWYE0QDhgmECJgMA7z_wzeR6r3cHubm8pvJoWFZnJI9_RNEseUNT-s62ka7uE1EA33qVA35ZdRkD5Yv1tQszTjrYF5U5-YDlBkCneNnIPkCnhhG0etZjq-ynRKSyw/s1600-h/7737250374a9401851053l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425588838350125682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLoJ3rGVc04ID6hWYE0QDhgmECJgMA7z_wzeR6r3cHubm8pvJoWFZnJI9_RNEseUNT-s62ka7uE1EA33qVA35ZdRkD5Yv1tQszTjrYF5U5-YDlBkCneNnIPkCnhhG0etZjq-ynRKSyw/s320/7737250374a9401851053l.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPpAV1DTu5b9LJ8TUg_9oMloqBLwPl6RVsRx3Ffjk_WYeUn2O4q7SyItjURo-7w0wvBTDJTuH2oTC1HQdXSr5ez0uXk15orK56H9N7pvE3C3q843wMmfkXngugQpUHJc56j2XINt7KQ/s1600-h/89_20hot_20vampire_20girl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425588763835675378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPpAV1DTu5b9LJ8TUg_9oMloqBLwPl6RVsRx3Ffjk_WYeUn2O4q7SyItjURo-7w0wvBTDJTuH2oTC1HQdXSr5ez0uXk15orK56H9N7pvE3C3q843wMmfkXngugQpUHJc56j2XINt7KQ/s320/89_20hot_20vampire_20girl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-85381774084381869002010-01-04T09:23:00.000-08:002010-01-04T10:45:25.943-08:00Mondays Moments<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkA1J_hparMvRZMFAGdV-rC7vl3noDK-L_ynUMD-grNhGPyedlIiYaypkStd6OaRvCj6mVbstCH2P7q0i3bg3dQ4CkHdIJBEX5-0kDlYLqjg_Fo4Vm2iVS0lNcdNo6FRgKLxmffbYRA/s1600-h/passion-main_Full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422957215111248258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkA1J_hparMvRZMFAGdV-rC7vl3noDK-L_ynUMD-grNhGPyedlIiYaypkStd6OaRvCj6mVbstCH2P7q0i3bg3dQ4CkHdIJBEX5-0kDlYLqjg_Fo4Vm2iVS0lNcdNo6FRgKLxmffbYRA/s320/passion-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /></a> Today I sit and wait, wait for something good. Tonight i dream of what will or wish to happen.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgj5i_aUczib132vBTdZTYe8O196mfmI_crg0m9EEBLmueRk5_3Jyf1nFJoKHP9QOVaqr7G8GXZzqieY8xh5_1h-F0FxeYF95yi_tcSrIq8icSF7v89jLr-0N7VbZVhsz7nDAqY1Zfg/s1600-h/passion_night.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422957054446542258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgj5i_aUczib132vBTdZTYe8O196mfmI_crg0m9EEBLmueRk5_3Jyf1nFJoKHP9QOVaqr7G8GXZzqieY8xh5_1h-F0FxeYF95yi_tcSrIq8icSF7v89jLr-0N7VbZVhsz7nDAqY1Zfg/s320/passion_night.jpg" border="0" /></a> To feel someone touch and hear there laughteror to just see them smile, and know that they care.<br />To feel the tenderness and closeness in ones arms.There's moments in time in which i would like to stopand hold it there forever.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXfEm8Wx4HEwbqOehplBA40bxIPCKr62zvEbCNTSPmBVPBpxxVpBi-NckwAseq1PGgbTjC9JjA8kFRmF859pijPxv-z1REFowxbke8DsoN0XRI0GSLJO4zdH9OlVryKL1UwTIwoZ9-A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422954383636983906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXfEm8Wx4HEwbqOehplBA40bxIPCKr62zvEbCNTSPmBVPBpxxVpBi-NckwAseq1PGgbTjC9JjA8kFRmF859pijPxv-z1REFowxbke8DsoN0XRI0GSLJO4zdH9OlVryKL1UwTIwoZ9-A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> The silance and knowingness of ones true natureThe sense of overwhelming calmness when one is near.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbfCrokiKp7J6vPdcvjVC1iShKrhRsQWBYUtPAFoSrXoDzgA2DIpRO4XPkhn_LtoXpucX3q6ssuNwIgmi_btO6UMoOS8NGZ0JRTcuxYq4P_Gj-8qwQ3lokVzVhw50_amTdXsZYDZcew/s1600-h/2034633-2-the-fire-and-the-passion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422953950339036898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbfCrokiKp7J6vPdcvjVC1iShKrhRsQWBYUtPAFoSrXoDzgA2DIpRO4XPkhn_LtoXpucX3q6ssuNwIgmi_btO6UMoOS8NGZ0JRTcuxYq4P_Gj-8qwQ3lokVzVhw50_amTdXsZYDZcew/s320/2034633-2-the-fire-and-the-passion.jpg" border="0" /></a> One who wishes to love and care for another, but fears it is impossible for the other. </div><div align="center">I love you in ways that seem like they could be impossible, and you love me in ways you could not imagine. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBL5r4mAY_0IuntFqv3pgRcj_5x8JNs32zOB47EInHJJ0OJNQ552zxhUSMvBhBNV22JihCm-mhNi1KbkhwbC1aeGTdTNgks_unuZsTH_Rwa4wteBEPhqwml4w89Iu3RS2lf7EXMh1N1Q/s1600-h/813969-6-passion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422953680363701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBL5r4mAY_0IuntFqv3pgRcj_5x8JNs32zOB47EInHJJ0OJNQ552zxhUSMvBhBNV22JihCm-mhNi1KbkhwbC1aeGTdTNgks_unuZsTH_Rwa4wteBEPhqwml4w89Iu3RS2lf7EXMh1N1Q/s320/813969-6-passion.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tomorrow i will sit and wait, wait for something good to come around my way. </div></div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-29300022477062226302009-12-28T04:45:00.000-08:002009-12-28T05:07:39.090-08:00A WomenI am a women and the women who bring the brightness when one thinks there should no be.<br /><div align="center">I am a women!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS-WPR-2uOT6Q5c1UTDHhYuHMCEuKM1N_dIWlUJrB_LJ2cfmlhZsaVompXcPKmf-n8rTtiqSVbg8RqAZdRdevC2y_WIbfBHObM0Xn64cr0px96ZNgg1hlFEKuO12IaJWJ6wy5fN6Zr8A/s1600-h/tricia-helfer-pic_367x300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420272494713223362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS-WPR-2uOT6Q5c1UTDHhYuHMCEuKM1N_dIWlUJrB_LJ2cfmlhZsaVompXcPKmf-n8rTtiqSVbg8RqAZdRdevC2y_WIbfBHObM0Xn64cr0px96ZNgg1hlFEKuO12IaJWJ6wy5fN6Zr8A/s320/tricia-helfer-pic_367x300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />That women is I.<br /><div>I am the one who smiles when talked to, laughs when it's needed.</div><div>This women that Is I may not seem so fragile and need caring for.</div><br /><div></div><div>Iam the women who with standed cracks and rough hands, but has </div><div>managed to take the rough hands and make them into something </div><div>that when the touch us made It feels like Silk and Satin.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-midw-kXQmEFpdjj2wGqiyYvuh_qlcEu6lou21o4BGdLsXW4TjQsjU_7lJCl5QlBX_m9WyVTcUKXDaphaPfGuWruG3KkRFo57yfbh4ZxJRKTxb7sY3wBCQlWZx1lAsk5m6MTBTSIpsQ/s1600-h/broken-fairies--green.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420271025875150898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-midw-kXQmEFpdjj2wGqiyYvuh_qlcEu6lou21o4BGdLsXW4TjQsjU_7lJCl5QlBX_m9WyVTcUKXDaphaPfGuWruG3KkRFo57yfbh4ZxJRKTxb7sY3wBCQlWZx1lAsk5m6MTBTSIpsQ/s320/broken-fairies--green.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I am the women you see each day with a smile on her face and carry's the weight of a hundred men on her shoulders.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420268819712035506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIGJ7KKjGP0xMJNmeQ64u_ncqd87e1hPpbo3zGwP9Hb_nvXSuIO2JA5zCHUmmYrOCcONGO1aj5-_itEQ_ybOUF5kkuKedT7sOhrYzAycaEz82dCp55snGgMf7QzMIFCgx_Gd5VRSqNA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></div><br /><div>I am a women who walks Stride by Stride. I am a women who thinks quietly or not at all.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7i4EmTti8LkWmNu6lcJzBoGv6lwTrXP6PiyxOjEV-R1QXIJDqnRDGziLZrYE9KqiUeBmFyIu8OJtsZX1nmAzwV_HAu165WIp4SjaLSyw7N0wvi_lYNclM8SwiiVqBgjveqJr_bNSWg/s1600-h/HappyNewYear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420268288271467074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7i4EmTti8LkWmNu6lcJzBoGv6lwTrXP6PiyxOjEV-R1QXIJDqnRDGziLZrYE9KqiUeBmFyIu8OJtsZX1nmAzwV_HAu165WIp4SjaLSyw7N0wvi_lYNclM8SwiiVqBgjveqJr_bNSWg/s320/HappyNewYear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-45365285631523305082009-12-11T15:42:00.000-08:002009-12-11T16:16:58.046-08:00Just another Worldwind!**Im not a perfect girl, my hair doesn't always stay in place & i spill things alot. Im pretty clumsy & sometimes i have a broken heart. My friends and i sometimes fight & maybe some days nothing seems right, but when i think about it & take a step back i remember how amazing my life is & that maybe, just maybe I like being UNPERFECT...**<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLYl7iYzyAo5hUTJRPzelo9SHLIgOa_VC0j1dPZPrB4K6WHC5WnEZCOBTyAgezCx6ulKPmaG6y1r94yp2cB_ynfJi5JYxDcutpkucIqmUT94_rTj4F3Y0L0LsQntUwKUXFUtplQEAFQ/s1600-h/myspace_quote_poems71.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414129626677142066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLYl7iYzyAo5hUTJRPzelo9SHLIgOa_VC0j1dPZPrB4K6WHC5WnEZCOBTyAgezCx6ulKPmaG6y1r94yp2cB_ynfJi5JYxDcutpkucIqmUT94_rTj4F3Y0L0LsQntUwKUXFUtplQEAFQ/s320/myspace_quote_poems71.jpg" border="0" /></a> THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE DONT WANT TO HAPPEN BUT HAVE TO ACCEPT, THINGS WE DONT WANT TO KNOW BUT HAVE TO LEARN AND PEOPLE WE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT BUT HAVE TO LET GO.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozOgR8D4OZ-_bjtXT1p4pNSEYFWVc1m1Zs-zi1ajP8s0oV1H9st6E745NCd8C9kXrDgXOomunGRuUXtPZqS2TrvAtmdy81tNHl7ciaiYY8Bz5VAYgvvYex0cYH38t5euuqa83rwOzFQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414129470691053778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozOgR8D4OZ-_bjtXT1p4pNSEYFWVc1m1Zs-zi1ajP8s0oV1H9st6E745NCd8C9kXrDgXOomunGRuUXtPZqS2TrvAtmdy81tNHl7ciaiYY8Bz5VAYgvvYex0cYH38t5euuqa83rwOzFQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> I wish i was as invisable as you make me feel!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAqsjaSuJo2jVSH78JgOngqt5JH4Yq1Ii6MSHp-AWH6xlL1baTJtIfV8QEuKr7n9N1h-ElqMVjdd_e_dnWGRu-pwN649q_IqR4O5uAGhakTYxGJ29CZd4FUYom4lp8Go3J-lr9uLt8w/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414129392474500754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAqsjaSuJo2jVSH78JgOngqt5JH4Yq1Ii6MSHp-AWH6xlL1baTJtIfV8QEuKr7n9N1h-ElqMVjdd_e_dnWGRu-pwN649q_IqR4O5uAGhakTYxGJ29CZd4FUYom4lp8Go3J-lr9uLt8w/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrahL_pvdVH20IaJJUnDlpO3RNKsNRxKxdb33BSFtKLfNsPa6z0zlvK0Irdn-AUSrX7YxZY8UzAtnaT3bAE8VtxNDG_MBHddWL2nZ_JsFuqhFAOthB4c03054MycqT5MvVYIpUzSTWA/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414129057434772722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrahL_pvdVH20IaJJUnDlpO3RNKsNRxKxdb33BSFtKLfNsPa6z0zlvK0Irdn-AUSrX7YxZY8UzAtnaT3bAE8VtxNDG_MBHddWL2nZ_JsFuqhFAOthB4c03054MycqT5MvVYIpUzSTWA/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /></a> Why does a rose represent love, When a rose always dies?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1uutH_-YbKBGUbHJmevMLhyZ3DlFRp8_fE3bU1CDgylb1rzkEkL3DIxSfAWPtHHkRsVLephaRL4lNpMXnVWnPUXOUS_YCu1ga5gb3_yvSASkSBRztnZ2m54gS7aztmxp0QHTbz-d0Q/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414128281747363490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1uutH_-YbKBGUbHJmevMLhyZ3DlFRp8_fE3bU1CDgylb1rzkEkL3DIxSfAWPtHHkRsVLephaRL4lNpMXnVWnPUXOUS_YCu1ga5gb3_yvSASkSBRztnZ2m54gS7aztmxp0QHTbz-d0Q/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /></a> Everyday peoople ask me "are you guys going out?"And you dont realize how painful it is to reply"No were just friends."</div><div> </div><div>* Dreaming sometimes makes me Depressed.*</div><div> </div><div>**Im not a perfect girl, my hair doesn't always stay in place & i spill things alot. Im pretty clumsy & sometimes i have a broken heart. My friends and i sometimes fight & maybe some days nothing seems right, but when i think about it & take a step back i remember how amazing my life is & that maybe, just maybe I like being UNPERFECT...**<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-11358958053317947682009-12-08T16:15:00.000-08:002009-12-08T16:17:02.887-08:00Thoughts Racing Through My Head<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa-N2MwTpOWBMa1bN8KxndLJ6sY3UzqGhzhltVVM-CZ3PKfXyzW6f-4NpnoeJ7nV_CFgfWXDAWyq1PKGdAS8lQ0UjbuM5Jc7LVb7Oa8yaurl_NLkRw3ioKUV90kAkkqbE3qAN4RuYOQ/s1600-h/negative-thoughts-latest.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413023793476944050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa-N2MwTpOWBMa1bN8KxndLJ6sY3UzqGhzhltVVM-CZ3PKfXyzW6f-4NpnoeJ7nV_CFgfWXDAWyq1PKGdAS8lQ0UjbuM5Jc7LVb7Oa8yaurl_NLkRw3ioKUV90kAkkqbE3qAN4RuYOQ/s320/negative-thoughts-latest.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5WgOJWS21I7YBewaLb4AciS8aOFVpFN4kihsjx1crtSBKAIvTUMf20-KQGTvpEx9mfYHS7PEfMJDbJSsTS1yXGJTbq3hZpAwMIu0SMBhSStbc3-aADwkX5SQUfh2kTjTihH4NIOSqsQ/s1600-h/img-set.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413023733230956210" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Ew6vykJGVwIyDCbLZnN56f_YX6qF0RRlVzpsAIY3rXeqqbJ6a7Snr31t34vjwy_JsGDd-esn1I_loqIt5zSu68IsYXhWOwbEXa0Euzvc8nmKvuCQKj2VBP_L3nZIURa8NrGfUMacMA/s320/Bloggerheader2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE6urkPI2ynmywln1yCo72PDF0PxdAtE2u_hsWhvVYRXbc7u5IoUCY90VcsWu5UuWZGPIjE8yPTqfCgh1bTMAsRDY0j3nDDLSkjn4C1Vgya87rLQJanUn0P64ElmESWwCgMD8sxdY16g/s1600-h/2654048886_29950d162b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413023555065419410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE6urkPI2ynmywln1yCo72PDF0PxdAtE2u_hsWhvVYRXbc7u5IoUCY90VcsWu5UuWZGPIjE8yPTqfCgh1bTMAsRDY0j3nDDLSkjn4C1Vgya87rLQJanUn0P64ElmESWwCgMD8sxdY16g/s320/2654048886_29950d162b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-12219204138941091682009-11-25T10:58:00.001-08:002009-11-25T10:59:35.056-08:00Broken<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4-8alcOJVG1XXb63uv5cboKWgKShuQzk0o_1SZpQ6nvUeLExDFEcBdJbX3U3Aya7jWkOUYw8iDA4Obe70FuCHUv_vLn4dWrI8ZMaJ0wSYuvxQ4MiOoaof_m-t5iwJdn5vNjU3St0Zg/s1600/Broken_wings_by_Nettis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408117637444487890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4-8alcOJVG1XXb63uv5cboKWgKShuQzk0o_1SZpQ6nvUeLExDFEcBdJbX3U3Aya7jWkOUYw8iDA4Obe70FuCHUv_vLn4dWrI8ZMaJ0wSYuvxQ4MiOoaof_m-t5iwJdn5vNjU3St0Zg/s320/Broken_wings_by_Nettis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />Everyday i think of all the things that have gone wrong in my life;<br />Sometimes i think that you of all people are the one who is so wrong in my life.</div><div><br />When i look in the mirror i see someone i have no idea who she is, i try and thinkso hard how everything had gone so wrong.</div><div><br />Moving on does not seem to be an option as much as you tell me it is.</div><div><br />I know eventually I will move on but for now, where im at is where i belong. </div><div><br />I Dont love you but i do feel anger and frustration for you. </div><div><br />I call you a coward because you can not admit what you feel</div><div>.<br />what the hell moving on doesnt feel so great but to sacrafice something that we have had for several years, it just doesnt seem worth it.</div><div><br />I lie 99.5% of the time i LOVE YOU, but shit never going to be loved back.<br /> </div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-88401773208617870802009-11-23T06:22:00.000-08:002009-11-23T07:02:06.221-08:00So Many Tears So Many Fears<div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;">So many tears so many fears. </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;">My life has been in a downward spiral for sometime.</span></em></div><div align="left"><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">I feel nothing, as i once did. Tragedy has happen. Full of such regret and madness<br />The tears keep filling up.</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;">Im sorry for the decisions I have made.</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;">Im sorry that you are so incapable to showing love<br />if you could only see what I see when you see me!</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;">Moving on is not an option. Im stuck between the living and the dead.<br />Mean and hateful thoughts fill my mind thoughts of hot water and blood.</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;">I feel meaningless i feel that my place in this world is nowhere.<br />The events of these past few weeks have showen me that..you in all words are not perfect and never will be. For you to say you are uncapable to love or feel passion with just one is a crock. </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I feel I will be mentally damaged forever or for always..you push and push Your love and willfullness to care is the fear overcomes you with words you couldnt possibly mean. But you spill them out as always I dont think you intentionally mean to plaster me to a billboard and throw darts it just happens.<br />I will never care for another like you care for I and I care for you.Impossible. </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;">I lay awake everynight spilling tears onto my pillow case for you .And for that i live on for just one more day.<br />Caring and loving is a feeling and i know you feel that each and everytime you look into deep dark blue eyes and she smiles back at you with the willingness to share her deepest and darkest secrets about the past the present and maybe the future.<br />Sometimes the word I care isn't enough for some in hard times like these. The feeling</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#000000;">of someone close holding you like a blanket would is what someone really needs.</span></em></div><em><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Life is not some game for you to play whenever and wherever you desire. It is real so be real show..break through that brick wall and feel and love, for you know deep down you will enjoy that feeling without being scared and confused with the emotions that spill about.</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">One can only deny there feelings for so long before the wall is broken down..you see this but are to afraid to walk into the light of joyfullness and passion with her.<br />Pushing and pushing will do no good under these trails and tribulations that we or she walked into. she loves you in ways she could not possibly discribe as a friend and a loves once. She maynot be the brightest of the stars or the smartest of the people, but she is her own and for that you are unwilling to see how truley special and one you are with her.<br />She's disappointed in her actions towards herself and the others. Sooner or later you may show your back and walk away as all the rest in her life do. A blanket you are no longer as you have pushed her off the edge.<br />Her life is like a branch half broken just waiting for the next big gust of wind to break her off and lay for maybe all of enternity. She may move on or someone may pick her up and move her but generally speaking we all know she will lay there forever or eternity.<br />Bring back the emotion and the caring the one she knows and loves, bring back the man who she once thought was so solid and yearned for that one.</span></em><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-65220268316213866522009-03-16T18:50:00.000-07:002009-03-16T18:57:53.768-07:00Please dont leave me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0M4JQEvc4E9kJwRyMJ9nabevVLHH7VByH5san69BMlOwoUVUDB6gVRQjb6NqjnI9U_0YgqB42xCKQvROEU_K2UeBANhIN0ZIpJi3kFRy2xgKHl_8EMZk2voEuOF3-NGNU5IgGsVGL_Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313969849458172418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0M4JQEvc4E9kJwRyMJ9nabevVLHH7VByH5san69BMlOwoUVUDB6gVRQjb6NqjnI9U_0YgqB42xCKQvROEU_K2UeBANhIN0ZIpJi3kFRy2xgKHl_8EMZk2voEuOF3-NGNU5IgGsVGL_Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>I DONT KNOW IF I CAN YELL ANY LAUDER HOW MANY TIMES IV KICKED YOU OUTTA HERE?</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>OR SAID SOMETHING INSULTING?</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>I CAN BE SO MEAN WHEN I WANNA BE</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>I AM CAPABLE OF REALLY ANYTHING</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>I CAN CUT YOU INTO PEICES BUT MY HEART IS, BROKEN<br />PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME I ALWAYS SAY HOW MUCH I DONT NEED YOUbUT IT'S ALWAYS GONNA COME RIGHT BACK TO THIS<br />HOW DID I BECOME SO OBNOXIOUS WHAT IS IT WITH YOU THAT MAKES ME ACT LIKE THIS? </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>IV NEVER BEEN THIS NASTY CANT YOU TELL THAT THIS IS ALL JUST A CONTEST? </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>THE ONE THAT WINS WILL BE HIT THE HARDEST B UT BABY I DONT MEAN IT</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>I MEAN IT, I PROMISE<br />I FORGOT TO SAY OUT LOUD HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU REALLY ARE TO MEI CANT BE WITHOUT, YOUR MY PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAGAND I NEED YOU, I'M SORRY<br />PLEASE, PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME</em></span></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-81596813179705454812009-02-13T06:34:00.000-08:002009-02-13T06:37:14.274-08:00Your so Perfect<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8TTwDIZpCQ8kK1BK1syb7a9mPRotbUCoHD5b9OVTEX12Er3Zd6z6IzHMpETHcEURH84moEnuQ6NDF9yr4tBLWvPSOG6Kmqn-JU1oH4AyurqDsA295gKCwsUjr5DTPTZo_sk7JhXndQ/s1600-h/sadness.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302290805711451954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8TTwDIZpCQ8kK1BK1syb7a9mPRotbUCoHD5b9OVTEX12Er3Zd6z6IzHMpETHcEURH84moEnuQ6NDF9yr4tBLWvPSOG6Kmqn-JU1oH4AyurqDsA295gKCwsUjr5DTPTZo_sk7JhXndQ/s320/sadness.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh no dont go changing, thats what you told me from the start thought you were something different, thats when it all just fell apart like your so perfect, and i cant measure up well im not perfect, just all messed up.<br /><br />I was loosing myself to somebody else, but now i see i dont want topretend. It's not like I need somebody, telling me where i should goat night. Dont worry you'll find somebody to tell how to live there life, cause your so perfect and no one measures up, Yeah all by yourself your all messed up.<br /><div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-55452619440213426172009-02-13T05:51:00.000-08:002009-02-13T05:58:02.893-08:00If Today Was The Last<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6tL9sQh1Z6le2cxe9Rzcg4lkCiaoTkLWEJrLl0AI0SK0tg-nlooqTZkYRXi1QCh4hPCH_CfiYmTtOqHGG_24HQUHl3i2YwFOLvFJymX6ycg4bK_ejuoGuepBZ5D4E7-ZPtDuW6qlwGA/s1600-h/same_old_fears.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302280063288125378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6tL9sQh1Z6le2cxe9Rzcg4lkCiaoTkLWEJrLl0AI0SK0tg-nlooqTZkYRXi1QCh4hPCH_CfiYmTtOqHGG_24HQUHl3i2YwFOLvFJymX6ycg4bK_ejuoGuepBZ5D4E7-ZPtDuW6qlwGA/s320/same_old_fears.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9kOZhJqZHQqM7KDy0p_OlQU6IC7x7nKKSkKohCVkmp1qciVBOd4FzzJK-kQZRZxNhDiWS6Rvzstp06aEZVpPHM5HhduYRoIizZYgprFkKFt7fR6HV2bONg_YnOvknnJmS5Zw8NfaPEw/s1600-h/same_old_fears.jpg"></a><em>MY BEST FRIEND GAVE ME THE BEST ADVICE HE SAID EACH DAY'S A GIFT AND NOT A GIVEN RIGHT, LEAVE NO STONE UNTURNED, LEAVE YOUR FEARS BEHIND, AND TRY TO TAKE THE PATH LESS TRAVELED BY. THAT THE THE FIRST STEP YOU TAKE IS THE LONGEST STRIDE.</em></div><em><div align="center"><br />IF TODAY WAS YOUR LAST DAYAND TOMORROW WAS TOO LATE COULD YOU SAY GOODBYE TO YESTERDAY?WOULD YOU LIVE EACH MOMENT LIKE YOUR LAST LEAVE OLD PICTURES IN THE PAST DONATE EVERY DIME YOU HAVE? IF TODAY WAS YOUR LAST DAY.</div><div align="center"><br />WHAT IF?</div><div align="center"><br />AGAINTS THE GRAIN SHOULD BE A WAY OF LIFEWHATS WORTH THE PRIZE IS ALWAYS WORTH THE FIGHT EVERY SECOND COUNTS CUASE THERE'S NO SECOND TRYSO LIVE LIKE YOU'LL NEVER LIVE TWICEDONT TAKE THE FREE RIDE IN YOUR OWN LIFE.</div><div align="center"><br />IF TODAY WAS YOUR LAST DAYWOULD YOU MAKE YOUR MARK BY MEDING A BROKEN HEART? YOU KNOW IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO SHOOT FOR THE STARS REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE SO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES CAUSE YOU CANT REWIND A MOMENT IN THIS LIFELET NOTHING STAND IN YOUR WAYCAUSE THE HANDS OF TIME ARE NEVER ON YOUR SIDE.</div><div align="center"><br />WOULD YOU CALL OLD FRIENDS YOU NEVER SEE? REMINISCE OF MEMORIES WOULD YOU FORGIVE YOUR ENEMIES WOULD YOU FIND THAT ONE YOU'RE DREAMIN OF?SWEAR UP AND DOWN TO GO ABOVE THAT YOU FINALLY FALL IN LOVE IF TODAY WAS YOUR LAST DAY<br /><br /><br /></div></em><div></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-29047652299486204412009-01-08T07:57:00.000-08:002009-01-08T08:17:39.663-08:00I HATE THIS PART<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8J6M9HGe-pt_aLObOb82BofZ8RByUgdaRgmQbh4N6wW7OCc9gV8RxOj1UufxKsxTO0DuWvVmBCwAEL55hsbvid94ueYVkW7ycSBu6kVKiJpcmjD30J0IF85NZzKXAj2JlUNeOnR4-Dg/s1600-h/RF5225379.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956361887614930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8J6M9HGe-pt_aLObOb82BofZ8RByUgdaRgmQbh4N6wW7OCc9gV8RxOj1UufxKsxTO0DuWvVmBCwAEL55hsbvid94ueYVkW7ycSBu6kVKiJpcmjD30J0IF85NZzKXAj2JlUNeOnR4-Dg/s320/RF5225379.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We're driving slow through the snow, and right now radio's all we can hear</div><div>now we aint talk since we left, it's so overdue. </div><div>It's cold outside but between us it's worsening<br />The world slows downbut my heart beats fast right now, </div><div>i know this is the partwhere the end starts.</div><div><br />I cant take it any longer thought that we were stronger,</div><div>all we do is linger, slipping through my fingersI dont want to try now.<br />Everyday, 7 takes the same routine, seems were bound by the laws of the same routine,</div><div> gotta talk to you before we go to sleep, but will we sleep once i tell youwhat's hurting me.</div><div><br />I know you'll ask me to hold on, and carry on like nothings wrong </div><div>but there is no more time for lies, cause i see sunset in your eyes</div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-48038817517192946442009-01-08T05:50:00.000-08:002009-01-08T06:00:49.823-08:00Sober<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7i1oT1jhRgSl16xvpoYadJ96IsA9Ieymuw9Re2wqaJA3tvrzu0Q7H348hs8dpglyhw5faihgZb0UscpkCo7cxQosDGVk3zjFuL7utjUoZ1891k_hfyzdy6xlY1mchLziLpEtBO-2nw/s1600-h/crying_girl-2072.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288920211523634194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7i1oT1jhRgSl16xvpoYadJ96IsA9Ieymuw9Re2wqaJA3tvrzu0Q7H348hs8dpglyhw5faihgZb0UscpkCo7cxQosDGVk3zjFuL7utjUoZ1891k_hfyzdy6xlY1mchLziLpEtBO-2nw/s320/crying_girl-2072.gif" border="0" /></a> I dont want to be the girl who laughs the loudestOr the girl who never<br />wants to be alone. I dont wanna be there calling 4o'clock in the morning<br />Cause Im the only one in the world that wont be home.<br /><br />The sun is blinding, I stayed up againI am finding that<br /> that's not the way i want my story to end.<br />Im safe up high, nothing can touch mebut why do i feel the party's over?<br />No pain inside, your like perfectionso how do i feel this good sober.<br /><br />I dont wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence.<br />The quiet scares me it screams the truth please dont tell me<br /> that we had that conversationI wont remember, save your breath<br />cause whats the use.<br /><br />The night is calling?And it whispers to me softly come and playIm falling<br /> and if i let myself go im the only one to blame.<br />When it's good, then it's good, it's good till it goes bad<br />till you're trying to find the you that you once hadI have heard myself cry<br />never again.<br /> Broken down in agony just trying to find a fitNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-40803046758408807842008-10-17T11:35:00.001-07:002008-10-17T12:08:32.928-07:00The Panda Will Walk Forward<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOaJ6MzrpzAdRUkzhIt6SU6Qbd2Pp17A9iXE1nbcMA1TIX2ekB23i8993ElQwxemULrXfW6mu9FUHeIYOq6MbRJropw-jv7lPGEN5szHa16w-nkxGQgdJdUYSU1VR7HchhRopfAzyNw/s1600-h/images%5CClassified%5CThumb%5CClassified-7-26-2007-9478294.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258200019917215906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOaJ6MzrpzAdRUkzhIt6SU6Qbd2Pp17A9iXE1nbcMA1TIX2ekB23i8993ElQwxemULrXfW6mu9FUHeIYOq6MbRJropw-jv7lPGEN5szHa16w-nkxGQgdJdUYSU1VR7HchhRopfAzyNw/s320/images%255CClassified%255CThumb%255CClassified-7-26-2007-9478294.jpg" width="362" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>I walk on like there's no tomorrow, but there is.</div><div>I take things day by day hoping that nothing will go wrong, </div><div>unfortunetly or eventually through out the day something does</div><div>I look forward to the future but cant see it clearly. I wonder if </div><div>or when it will become clear.</div><br /><div></div><div>A weekend away is muchly needed for relaxation and family.</div><div>A night out is set up, to laugh and smile, but will i? </div><div>Dissapointment by someone loved and cared about deeply </div><div>still lurks in the back of my mind, I wish i could make it stop</div><div>Go away and hide and not be thought of again..but it's constantly </div><div>there for me to remember. I try so hard to be kind and caring towards </div><div>others and eventually I seem to get walked on and squiched by everyone</div><div>around me. </div><div>My feelings are hurt by the past few weeks.</div><div>All i can do is try for now just try</div><div> </div><div>And Eventually The Panda Will Walk On!</div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-45720770564597441522008-07-24T14:22:00.000-07:002008-07-24T14:34:41.125-07:00The Funk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiq-H7JkieKETKNJVsBLgjqjCTRnGP-xDjP4v4o9mNikQGygl8xUJD4N1_aeJgliMb78vgiAp9mcKHVZOsBfXrzKv76wQvtXevQRC57eNkD3qWUNRy6Gpx23Ftyq9PaPyZX6AuzJ11AA/s1600-h/whitby_dark_room_chair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226695601477238066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiq-H7JkieKETKNJVsBLgjqjCTRnGP-xDjP4v4o9mNikQGygl8xUJD4N1_aeJgliMb78vgiAp9mcKHVZOsBfXrzKv76wQvtXevQRC57eNkD3qWUNRy6Gpx23Ftyq9PaPyZX6AuzJ11AA/s320/whitby_dark_room_chair.jpg" border="0" /></a> Everyone slips into the funk once in a while<br />This deep dark hole where you have no idea how far you have fallen<br />This funk is like the deadly disease cancer which take over your mind and then sooner or later your body.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwqaoN2Ti-hRvfYK1d6OL6IqmZPd5MLLTJiAxGZFig4iOPtT4_nEdCZa4kRg7h5f0kBxl1zkARis-GvdorLfdrwEQMSq9Bts0HUl9krU4Pa9w3QUboh63tuBrVhc-vTWFRO00JbDlxA/s1600-h/in_a_dark_room.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226695108344915858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwqaoN2Ti-hRvfYK1d6OL6IqmZPd5MLLTJiAxGZFig4iOPtT4_nEdCZa4kRg7h5f0kBxl1zkARis-GvdorLfdrwEQMSq9Bts0HUl9krU4Pa9w3QUboh63tuBrVhc-vTWFRO00JbDlxA/s320/in_a_dark_room.jpg" border="0" /></a>at the end of the day you know you only want to crawl in your bed and be surrounded by<br />nothing but you deep dark endless thoughts.<br />The funk, the whole that rules your world until further notice.<br />IT gives you that deep dark damp feeling through your bones<br />where sometimes you think you cant go on.<br />The funk, and endless trap of darkness until you see that tiny shimmer of light and you<br />reach for it.<br />The funk that endless shadow that is hanging over your head and seems to never go away It's that place in the dark when you have your head under the cover and you never want to come out.<br />The Funk your deepest darkest fear.<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-45170873962933963972008-07-15T14:32:00.000-07:002008-07-15T15:13:32.411-07:00Happiness<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223365355318734434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEQZsGEwDEOjfDk9ubiMyuEawbSp0loxbyOhKhGVyjGTalhYpAqHHVApr5sQNTwEQ1qtX9TkZ-pMaf8wh1TIkS3v_bTxlxQ5FXhqECWutS6_uxaqcH87X1sdrtOZwTWVwX8GtNORVaQ/s320/42-16985256.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAMolHn0DRcg5ffaAgjYUOi8X-dZ4A1AxY2OtrEwJh5hpdInhPKMYiPZWG_sKzdYuru5lDq7fKKfRCILvylmxLWXrpXUU_1ama87gGa0ZyhUCOaVnLGEI3DXmDvFDxFUQ6wZF-gYM_g/s1600-h/1111072113_1b2fe8c099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223359172688638242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAMolHn0DRcg5ffaAgjYUOi8X-dZ4A1AxY2OtrEwJh5hpdInhPKMYiPZWG_sKzdYuru5lDq7fKKfRCILvylmxLWXrpXUU_1ama87gGa0ZyhUCOaVnLGEI3DXmDvFDxFUQ6wZF-gYM_g/s320/1111072113_1b2fe8c099.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="left">Happiness is just outside of my window.</div><div align="left">Or Is happiness a little more like knockin on my door</div><div align="left">Well happiness feels like alot like sorrow but i tell myself to let it go.</div><div align="left">Happiness was never mine to hold like firecrackers on my headbord</div><div align="left">You say be myself and think of no other, can this be me?</div><div align="left">My mind is made up and the girls is gone, I think im on my way</div><div align="left">It hurts to live today.</div><div align="left">Iv been waiting here so long, i see the black cloads coming around again</div><div align="left">When i loose myself i think of you, Happines.</div><div align="left">I see the smile, and hear the laugh once and awhile and i remember </div><div align="left">Its not just a dream. </div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-61644220790834797142008-07-10T07:33:00.000-07:002008-07-10T08:18:08.406-07:00A Lifetime<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyJW-l3OeED-Q52QDIfBgvLbseUrk51DtAZWk6lJUIvVw3wae8roprIoi8SLwjqV1jIl_hZTjFdLxkxKjbEk-MseMjRTajSVeENCd1boZNLhidFMu5hIheRUwJfgT_qICkBAoayUMxA/s1600-h/lipkitlipslrg3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221404368752091362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyJW-l3OeED-Q52QDIfBgvLbseUrk51DtAZWk6lJUIvVw3wae8roprIoi8SLwjqV1jIl_hZTjFdLxkxKjbEk-MseMjRTajSVeENCd1boZNLhidFMu5hIheRUwJfgT_qICkBAoayUMxA/s320/lipkitlipslrg3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sweet smiles, sweet dreams<br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Something I wish I had</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The voice of readings is calm</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I bring myself to the pleasures of the touch</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and sweetness of what he brings.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The current pain had weighed me down long enough</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Difficulty with feelings and emotions are slowly drifting.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I wake up in the morning and wonder why you dont think im </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">something better.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">There is once in a lifetime and once in a while the differance between the </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">two is about a million miles.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">He can hold any girl he likes, and fall in love at night but when he wakes in the morning he wonders why.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I hold on to what i have left of him, and what could have been.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Im looking for the distance when i might take the mile and leave it be</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Which at this point i feel will never come, and never leave. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I was counting on forever but now i know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Today i stand with a smile but who knows if that smile will remain until tomorrow.</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-9499126768867056762008-07-01T07:25:00.000-07:002008-07-01T07:49:08.592-07:00the Grass Is Green<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4AgpjEEj3zZV1076Md_j57AC9Xglil1Ls7dw-GsakilYhCs5HEZvedoZQIPzxRI0TvIJUKUT5RAVY6IvJoxDvwHs1nnrqpUrBEozYnWbNRACPR_-duvmQDMVp3NjLmMjNL2d56-G9A/s1600-h/78191545.rQXBSsf0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052746493170050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4AgpjEEj3zZV1076Md_j57AC9Xglil1Ls7dw-GsakilYhCs5HEZvedoZQIPzxRI0TvIJUKUT5RAVY6IvJoxDvwHs1nnrqpUrBEozYnWbNRACPR_-duvmQDMVp3NjLmMjNL2d56-G9A/s320/78191545.rQXBSsf0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Oh, i once had something Something that was so good, Better than the last thing i touched Then I turned right around on that something And figured i didn't like that much<br />The grass is green but can you tell me, can you feel it, i just wanna feel it.</div><div align="center"> The grass is green But i think i stained my jeans and now everybody knows that i been in it<br />I am a believer But as i was standing In line, somebody took my place Yes, i'm a believer, never mind what they say I got so tired along the way<br /> The grass is green But can you tell me, can you feel it, i just wanna feel it? the grass is green But i think i stained my jeans and now everybody knows thah i been in it<br />I've got a skeleton that's deeper than any closet And a bomb that i will drop on it But you opened up to me Til i could only see the beauty in your dishonesty.</div><div align="center"> The grass is green But can you tell me, can you feel it, you just wanna feel it.</div><div align="center"> The grass is green But it think i stained my jeans and now, baby, you can tell that i been in it<br /> The grass is green but it's not what it seems cause when you think You want it you just need it Forget just what you need</div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192110042999750985.post-80960315758432052432008-06-30T04:29:00.000-07:002008-06-30T04:52:25.574-07:00Island Of Wonder<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghEpwzXVSyqv37Lq6mbiEuXb6FH4Uf_j7S4HtVZauHyZD7zYYduvE9CUQOMBrjtPcP6fRMb-CDxkx9WmTl16XcK2ET0rISxtWb7_QZWqEDXpXDtSB75s0UdyhJ8kxuEWLmx2DtBIlQMA/s1600-h/472463ed2a6d0across_the_universe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217640366340879554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghEpwzXVSyqv37Lq6mbiEuXb6FH4Uf_j7S4HtVZauHyZD7zYYduvE9CUQOMBrjtPcP6fRMb-CDxkx9WmTl16XcK2ET0rISxtWb7_QZWqEDXpXDtSB75s0UdyhJ8kxuEWLmx2DtBIlQMA/s320/472463ed2a6d0across_the_universe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRnh5d2AMCldSL5z4kcvD0zfjq4ApzBI5CbrB5np3YJWIVdCdFZRfrSUcMB0tr5OjFwo0ieOd_KrbJg5CVBOSZjxIk4mD8AdKgBVlsCFBH3axe9SapT8sqRXLR0y1kPNdDx2GscujLA/s1600-h/wolf-moon-howl.jpg"></a><span >The man wrinkles his face but it's already wornThe coffee is sour and the shirt is torn But the smile is bigger then the atlantic sea, and it happends to bring out the atlantis in me! Island of wonder where do you come from Is it the way the sun hits my face or is it your memory which i cannot trace<br />And the church bell dongs a remarkable song and i swallow the salt, as i hum along The women she laughs as i pass her by in a patch work i left behind island of wonder, where do you come from?<br />Look at me i have so much pride I took my shoes off i ran i did not hide Look at me i have so much pride i will give me dowry for the prize Island of Wonder Where are you going Nobody knows it but it is snowing in the hearts and minds of every kind of Universe </span></div><div align="center"><span >Every kind of universe</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em></em></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09700741738388814710noreply@blogger.com0