<?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-3858555869644202894</id><updated>2012-02-04T19:28:04.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts n things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MW6KFj0xARo/Ty329tDC6_I/AAAAAAAAArA/Odzdv7borXw/s1600/babyeyes_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 54px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MW6KFj0xARo/Ty329tDC6_I/AAAAAAAAArA/Odzdv7borXw/s320/babyeyes_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705487842873109490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in her eyes and I lived&lt;br /&gt;She looked back at me and I knew&lt;br /&gt;That you have not left me or gone anywhere&lt;br /&gt;For in those soft eyes I found you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-6018530054035810309?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6018530054035810309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MW6KFj0xARo/Ty329tDC6_I/AAAAAAAAArA/Odzdv7borXw/s72-c/babyeyes_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-6465135400412292126</id><published>2012-02-04T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:25:24.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I told you</title><content type='html'>If I told you that I loved you &lt;br /&gt;Would you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Would you look me in the eye and say the same&lt;br /&gt;Or would your face turn deathly pale&lt;br /&gt;Would that soft smile fade from view&lt;br /&gt;Would I stand and wish to God I never came&lt;br /&gt;If I told you I adore you&lt;br /&gt;That you're always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;That the thought of being with you brings a smile&lt;br /&gt;Would you think that I was being cute&lt;br /&gt;And smile the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Or would it make you want to run a mile&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that I want you&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you want me too&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold me close and whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Or would you march me out the door&lt;br /&gt;With the words 'do not come back'&lt;br /&gt;Those are words that I never want to hear&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold my face and press your lips to mine&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you said you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;That would be the sweetest moment of all time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-6465135400412292126?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6465135400412292126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I've lived on the streets and slept in the parks&lt;br /&gt;Lived life day by day on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;But I always managed to pay my own way&lt;br /&gt;There was always employment somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I know what it's like to be homeless my friend&lt;br /&gt;To be hungry and tired in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But there's always a way to better yourself&lt;br /&gt;You fall down and you get up again&lt;br /&gt;But if all that you want is handouts and pot&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess there's not much I can do&lt;br /&gt;I see people in real need, kids without food&lt;br /&gt;Pity them but I won't pity you&lt;br /&gt;So if you have no money and you have no job&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that you get off your arse&lt;br /&gt;Stop living off everyone elses good will&lt;br /&gt;For I guarantee that will not last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-1966868482896644947?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' 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can't find&lt;br /&gt;I find myself here at the end of a road&lt;br /&gt;Behind me is all that I knew&lt;br /&gt;Before me is darkness stretched out all around&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in that darkness is you&lt;br /&gt;I stare out ahead with fear in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My feet will not move from this place&lt;br /&gt;I can't look behind me I know what I'll see&lt;br /&gt;When all that I need is your face&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were some way to turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;To show me where others have gone&lt;br /&gt;But there isn't so now I must face all my fears&lt;br /&gt;For I stand in this place all alone&lt;br /&gt;Please God if you're there then show me your hand&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to take one more step&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of this darkness that faces me now&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you will not forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-4737490386994044839?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4737490386994044839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4737490386994044839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4737490386994044839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4737490386994044839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2012/02/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3020541390195280883</id><published>2012-01-30T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:22:46.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I cry</title><content type='html'>I can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;God knows I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Day after day hour after hour&lt;br /&gt;I've called out your name&lt;br /&gt;And I've cried&lt;br /&gt;They try so hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;This pain I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;They tell me time &lt;br /&gt;Will heal the wound&lt;br /&gt;That I'll get over you&lt;br /&gt;They say that I must turn a leaf&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to leave&lt;br /&gt;My life is stalled&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to grieve&lt;br /&gt;Please help me lord don't leave me here&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;If I can take&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;You were to me the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;The beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You've gone somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are watching&lt;br /&gt;Whispering my name&lt;br /&gt;Each night I'm calling out to you&lt;br /&gt;I know you do the same&lt;br /&gt;Please save me from this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Find your way to me&lt;br /&gt;Reach out from where ere you are&lt;br /&gt;Touch my soul&lt;br /&gt;Set me free&lt;br /&gt;I just can't let go&lt;br /&gt;God know's I try&lt;br /&gt;I feel you standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-3020541390195280883?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-6162951554200724557</id><published>2012-01-22T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:56:30.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>Ok it's official and I just can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that's raging inside&lt;br /&gt;Every time that I see you my heart just explodes&lt;br /&gt;And my pleasure has nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;It drives me insane &lt;br /&gt;When your standing so close&lt;br /&gt;That my arms want to gather you in&lt;br /&gt;The scent of you coils &lt;br /&gt;Like a snake round my soul&lt;br /&gt;And my mind disappears into sin&lt;br /&gt;I drown in your eyes I get lost in your smile&lt;br /&gt;I die when your hand touches mine&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling so close to sublime&lt;br /&gt;Every night you are there&lt;br /&gt;Just as I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Your my last thought as I drift away&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I wake&lt;br /&gt;And your there in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Where you'll be for the rest of my day&lt;br /&gt;No doubt some would say&lt;br /&gt;My love is not real&lt;br /&gt;Just obsession and maybe that's true&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Obsession or love it's still you&lt;br /&gt;So please don't comdemn me&lt;br /&gt;Or turn me away&lt;br /&gt;I just want the joy of your smile&lt;br /&gt;To know that your happy&lt;br /&gt;To know you are there&lt;br /&gt;To be held in your eyes for a while&lt;br /&gt;And so it's official and I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;This fire that burns deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;You are the most wonderful thing in my life&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling I simply can't hide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-6162951554200724557?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6162951554200724557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=6162951554200724557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6162951554200724557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6162951554200724557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2012/01/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1043120804494412943</id><published>2012-01-18T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:49:37.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each breath whispers your name</title><content type='html'>Nobody will remember&lt;br /&gt;All those good times that we shared&lt;br /&gt;Our names will pass to history&lt;br /&gt;As if nobody cared&lt;br /&gt;Just you and I know what we had&lt;br /&gt;No other person can&lt;br /&gt;But I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we began&lt;br /&gt;This world this life is nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Than seconds lost in time&lt;br /&gt;The future cannot understand&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;Though death has torn us far apart&lt;br /&gt;These memories remain&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I search for you&lt;br /&gt;Each breath whispers your name&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;A soldier and a queen&lt;br /&gt;These stories are remembered&lt;br /&gt;As our love rests unseen&lt;br /&gt;If there is another life&lt;br /&gt;When this one fades away&lt;br /&gt;Then you and I will meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I hunger for that day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-1043120804494412943?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1043120804494412943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2012496486805264850</id><published>2012-01-18T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:22:22.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels by her side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plylxswDDRo/TxdiFSrWoUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BAo-j-xG3is/s1600/AngelPray2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plylxswDDRo/TxdiFSrWoUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BAo-j-xG3is/s320/AngelPray2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699131696513196354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always in the background&lt;br /&gt;Angels by her side&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they threw at her&lt;br /&gt;She never ran to hide&lt;br /&gt;She would always be the one&lt;br /&gt;Who came to save the day&lt;br /&gt;The one who always took the time&lt;br /&gt;To travel all that way&lt;br /&gt;Her home was always open&lt;br /&gt;Her heart was just the same&lt;br /&gt;But she always came in second&lt;br /&gt;When people played their games&lt;br /&gt;I knew her when she was a kid&lt;br /&gt;And even way back there&lt;br /&gt;Her heart reached out to those around&lt;br /&gt;She cried because she cared&lt;br /&gt;When life got hard for others&lt;br /&gt;And they reached out for someone&lt;br /&gt;Every time they called her name&lt;br /&gt;They knew that she would come&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's no longer here&lt;br /&gt;To save them when they fall&lt;br /&gt;How the hell will they survive&lt;br /&gt;When hard times come to call&lt;br /&gt;Her soul still swims in tears of love&lt;br /&gt;From all the times she cried&lt;br /&gt;Always in the background&lt;br /&gt;With angels by her side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-2012496486805264850?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2012496486805264850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=2012496486805264850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2012496486805264850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2012496486805264850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2012/01/angels-by-her-side.html' title='Angels by her side'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plylxswDDRo/TxdiFSrWoUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BAo-j-xG3is/s72-c/AngelPray2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-6218982463263410978</id><published>2012-01-18T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:17:32.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangaroo Steak</title><content type='html'>I want to eat myself to death&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what healthy nuts say&lt;br /&gt;I love my food and my taste buds scream out&lt;br /&gt;For a new flavour every day&lt;br /&gt;Raw oysters are not for the squeamish&lt;br /&gt;Snails and frogs legs oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Lobster and crab with clams muscles prawns&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that I love&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat slow roasted pork ribs&lt;br /&gt;With lashings of BBQ sauce&lt;br /&gt;Or southern fried chicken and fatty french fries&lt;br /&gt;With 12 herbs and spices of course&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill for a greasy old burger&lt;br /&gt;With onions and beetroot and stuff&lt;br /&gt;A hot dog from Harry's De Wheels is so good&lt;br /&gt;Sorry doc but I can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;A kangaroo steak is cholesterol free&lt;br /&gt;Emu is pretty low too&lt;br /&gt;I like to be healthy but I can't survive&lt;br /&gt;On salads and vegetable stew&lt;br /&gt;So I want to eat turkey and pidgeon&lt;br /&gt;To cook fresh caught fish on a beach&lt;br /&gt;Sample the fruits that nature provides&lt;br /&gt;I want to go deep fry a peach&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong I'll eat anything&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as it isn't still moving&lt;br /&gt;To go in my mouth then it first has to be dead&lt;br /&gt;If it wiggles it ain't quite so soothing&lt;br /&gt;I've tried quite a lot all over the world&lt;br /&gt;Eaten strange stuff in stranger terrains&lt;br /&gt;Downed lots of things that I can't reccommend&lt;br /&gt;And some that I'm craving again&lt;br /&gt;So tell me I'm crazy all that you want&lt;br /&gt;You won't change my mind about food&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those pleasures that never gets old&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy that I still love food&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-6218982463263410978?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6218982463263410978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-7713916666970604651</id><published>2012-01-16T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:12:09.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That wonderful girl</title><content type='html'>Can you remember the face&lt;br /&gt;Of the very first girl that you loved&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the way she felt in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Like an angel that fell from above&lt;br /&gt;Can you still smell the scent of her hair&lt;br /&gt;The sweet taste of those wonderful lips&lt;br /&gt;The way that her hands ran so slow down your back&lt;br /&gt;Til they rested just right on your hips&lt;br /&gt;Can you still feel the warmth of her breath&lt;br /&gt;As she whispered your name in your ear&lt;br /&gt;No more than a sigh but it rattled your world&lt;br /&gt;As your arms drew her ever so near&lt;br /&gt;Can you picture her now in your mind&lt;br /&gt;That vision of beauty so rare&lt;br /&gt;Those days when the world was just filled with her love&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish those days were still there&lt;br /&gt;I remember that very first time&lt;br /&gt;That I opened my heart to the world&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never regret that I gave it to her&lt;br /&gt;I still love her that wonderful girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-7713916666970604651?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/7713916666970604651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=7713916666970604651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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go see her&lt;br /&gt;Just what hell do you think's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that it's all got to do with mans lust&lt;br /&gt;Well your wrong if you looked you might find&lt;br /&gt;She treats me with trust and respect&lt;br /&gt;All those things that I don't get from you&lt;br /&gt;With all that has happened and all I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are the sun breaking through&lt;br /&gt;I can't change the things that have past&lt;br /&gt;Or undo those dumb things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;But I can change my future my life here and now&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with her I feel like I belong&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't condemn me or listen to lies&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but trust in her heart&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with her my life takes on meaning again&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;So why do you think that I'm never here&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see, the reason is there&lt;br /&gt;Has it never occurred that one day I might choose&lt;br /&gt;To be with somebody who cares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-3759293366370674671?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3759293366370674671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3759293366370674671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3759293366370674671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3759293366370674671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2012/01/somebody-who-cares.html' title='Somebody who cares'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8237602023167296017</id><published>2012-01-05T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:06:54.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Net</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZdEoGSCymI/TwZy98Jw0uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9Ajba_5_jQQ/s1600/fishing_nets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZdEoGSCymI/TwZy98Jw0uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9Ajba_5_jQQ/s320/fishing_nets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694365187301233378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to drive you from my heart&lt;br /&gt;I fill my head with images of every girl I've known&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so damned alone now we're apart&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hold you to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;To kiss your lips and feel your lips kiss mine&lt;br /&gt;To hold you through the night have you never let me go&lt;br /&gt;For in this heart you are one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;There's not a single moment of my day that passes by&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't find you somewhere in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;That I don't wish my day would end and I could be with you&lt;br /&gt;For you've cast a silent net and I am caught&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-8237602023167296017?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZdEoGSCymI/TwZy98Jw0uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9Ajba_5_jQQ/s72-c/fishing_nets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-5835593224545725141</id><published>2012-01-05T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:34:49.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last thought is you</title><content type='html'>My whole world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the slow rumbling below&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of extinction I stand here in fear&lt;br /&gt;As the cracks in my world start to show&lt;br /&gt;I watch as volcano's errupt from my past&lt;br /&gt;And slowly engulf all I see&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds form quickly and crack overhead&lt;br /&gt;Their anger is aimed straight at me&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness moves like a ghost through my heart&lt;br /&gt;Stealing everything I once held dear&lt;br /&gt;My spirit stands naked on crumbling hope&lt;br /&gt;I cry out but nobody hears&lt;br /&gt;The heavens condemn me the earth falls away&lt;br /&gt;All that I had fades from view&lt;br /&gt;As darkness surrounds me and gathers me in&lt;br /&gt;My very last thought will be you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-5835593224545725141?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/5835593224545725141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=5835593224545725141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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what I say or do&lt;br /&gt;It'll all come right back in my face&lt;br /&gt;It seems I'm the ugliest oldest dick head&lt;br /&gt;To come from the whole human race&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom as flawed as a teenagers skin&lt;br /&gt;Advice is no more than a bore&lt;br /&gt;My knowledge is wasted on generation duh&lt;br /&gt;Every word that I say is ignored&lt;br /&gt;But what will they do when the shit hits the fan&lt;br /&gt;All heads will be turning my way&lt;br /&gt;They'll need someone to blame and who better than me&lt;br /&gt;The old bloke whos been here every day&lt;br /&gt;Cos the kids of today at least those here and now&lt;br /&gt;Can't accept they could ever be wrong&lt;br /&gt;For no matter the wisdom or knowledge you have&lt;br /&gt;Your too old and you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;So do what you will to keep things on the track&lt;br /&gt;In the end to your own self be true&lt;br /&gt;This train will still crash you can bet when it does&lt;br /&gt;The whole fucking world will blame you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-5990480817627560674?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/5990480817627560674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=5990480817627560674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/5990480817627560674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/5990480817627560674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2012/01/generation-duh.html' title='Generation Duh'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2199830127196294677</id><published>2012-01-01T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T04:35:54.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Two thousand and twleve begins&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope it's a much better year&lt;br /&gt;Less children hungry with tears in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Less people living in fear&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope we can all get along&lt;br /&gt;Just that little bit more than we have&lt;br /&gt;We must learn to forgive start with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We must try to make less people sad&lt;br /&gt;The last years have gone by so fast&lt;br /&gt;But this one has just left the gates&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look around you at all that you have&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it before its too late&lt;br /&gt;20 12 is now rolled out ahead&lt;br /&gt;A future that's built on the past&lt;br /&gt;Don't live behind you re-build what's ahead&lt;br /&gt;Make this year out shine the last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-2199830127196294677?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2199830127196294677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=2199830127196294677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2199830127196294677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2199830127196294677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3556373174645230019</id><published>2011-12-29T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:32:14.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close the door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ys7fOWjygiA/Tv0PfEcpD1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/5lCHg_0Yjno/s1600/the-end-of-the-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ys7fOWjygiA/Tv0PfEcpD1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/5lCHg_0Yjno/s320/the-end-of-the-road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691722530510409554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've come to the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;There's not too much left here for me&lt;br /&gt;I've done what I can to make everything right&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that was not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to move without hurting someone&lt;br /&gt;Or speak without causing a fight&lt;br /&gt;Those that I love seem to end up with scars&lt;br /&gt;I've decided this just isn't right&lt;br /&gt;This life isn't all that it's cracked up to be&lt;br /&gt;We don't start with a squeaky clean slate&lt;br /&gt;Life's what you make of it that's what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yeah maybe but sometimes it's fate&lt;br /&gt;I sure didn't ask to be who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I got no choice in my genes&lt;br /&gt;I started my life not knowing my past&lt;br /&gt;But I've sure as hell got one it seems&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do everything that I say&lt;br /&gt;Is conditioned by seeds that were sewn&lt;br /&gt;Even before my first breath in this world&lt;br /&gt;I was destined to walk it alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining, I've had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Some being the appropriate word&lt;br /&gt;I've loved and I've lived and planted my seeds&lt;br /&gt;You reap what you sew so I've heard&lt;br /&gt;Now if that was true then I'd be very proud&lt;br /&gt;For the seeds that I sewed have all grown&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my children they turned out just fine&lt;br /&gt;And they've all sewn some seeds of thier own&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere my life took a turn for the worse&lt;br /&gt;In some hidden place deep in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I started to hate what I had become&lt;br /&gt;When I saw what was dragging behind&lt;br /&gt;For while I admit to the good times I've had&lt;br /&gt;There's this crap that's been hidden from view&lt;br /&gt;And in some dark corner somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm doing to you&lt;br /&gt;We all have our secrets that others don't know&lt;br /&gt;Kept buried in darkness somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in that darkness is where we get lost&lt;br /&gt;It's a love hate that beckons us there&lt;br /&gt;I've hurt everything that I loved in my life&lt;br /&gt;Because of this demon within&lt;br /&gt;I just can't control it and god knows I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the true meaning of sin&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I truly regret&lt;br /&gt;All the bad things I've done through the years&lt;br /&gt;Each one of them haunts me I remember them all&lt;br /&gt;Every one of them brings me to tears&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back and change just one thing&lt;br /&gt;It would be when my mother conceived&lt;br /&gt;But I can't change yesterday only today&lt;br /&gt;And to do so would see people grieve&lt;br /&gt;So I think that I've come to the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to hurt any more&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for leaving but don't call me back&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, then close the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-3556373174645230019?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3556373174645230019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3556373174645230019&amp;isPopup=true' 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-3858555869644202894.post-3415574792507326966</id><published>2011-12-26T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:39:40.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>Something in your eyes tells me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Something in your smile tells me you care&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way you squeeze my hand and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Tells me that you want me to be there&lt;br /&gt;Something in your touch tells me you want me&lt;br /&gt;Something in your hug tells me you know&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way your body feels so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;Tells me you don't want to let me go&lt;br /&gt;Something in your gaze tells me you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Something in your look tells me your sad&lt;br /&gt;Something in the softest smile I see from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Tells me that you want what we could have&lt;br /&gt;Something in my spirit says your mine&lt;br /&gt;Something in me heart tells me it's true&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way you make me feel so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Something that says my heart belongs to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-3415574792507326966?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3415574792507326966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3415574792507326966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3415574792507326966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3415574792507326966'/><link 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control the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I'd never seen your face&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you all these things&lt;br /&gt;But I'm scared of what you'd do&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hiding in this dark and lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever love me&lt;br /&gt;Could you even care&lt;br /&gt;How can I go on with all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Would you even miss me&lt;br /&gt;If I went away&lt;br /&gt;And never looked upon your face again&lt;br /&gt;My heart just wants to hold you&lt;br /&gt;But it can never be&lt;br /&gt;I know it but I just can't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my arms so much&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself in tears again today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-432782978730079128?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/432782978730079128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=432782978730079128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/432782978730079128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/432782978730079128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-battle.html' title='It&apos;s a battle'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4814698790416028234</id><published>2011-12-26T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:38:32.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa came to visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmse9NoW9o8/Tvlnyu2RszI/AAAAAAAAAp0/6klupx1frHU/s1600/SantaBars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmse9NoW9o8/Tvlnyu2RszI/AAAAAAAAAp0/6klupx1frHU/s320/SantaBars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690693725426135858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came to visit but he didn't hang around &lt;br /&gt;He said he had too much he had to do &lt;br /&gt;I tried to make him stay even got his reindeer drunk &lt;br /&gt;But he took off and was on his way to you&lt;br /&gt;I heard got arrested and locked up for the night&lt;br /&gt;Cos Rudolf and the others caused a scene&lt;br /&gt;Now Santa waits for a Magistrate before he can go on&lt;br /&gt;And his Ho Ho Ho is sounding kinda mean&lt;br /&gt;So if he didn't come to you don't blame it all on him&lt;br /&gt;It was Rudolf and his mates who drank Martini's&lt;br /&gt;And as for me well I'm ok I'm the one who dobbed him in&lt;br /&gt;Now I got this bag with all these lovely pressies&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to know what Santa thought that you should have&lt;br /&gt;Drop around and share a smile or two&lt;br /&gt;Ya never know I might just have a gift marked with your name&lt;br /&gt;If your really nice I'll pass it on to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-4814698790416028234?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmse9NoW9o8/Tvlnyu2RszI/AAAAAAAAAp0/6klupx1frHU/s72-c/SantaBars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-511146016024379962</id><published>2011-12-24T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T02:23:36.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to</title><content type='html'>I want to be inside you&lt;br /&gt;I want it so damned much&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you next to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to know your touch&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your lips on mine&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste your tongue&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I want to know your song&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you sighing&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you scream&lt;br /&gt;I want to know your wanting me&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I want to be inside you now&lt;br /&gt;I want it all the time&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you scream my name&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to be mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-511146016024379962?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/511146016024379962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=511146016024379962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/511146016024379962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/511146016024379962'/><link 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/&gt;And this thumping starts inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;What do I want, if not to be holding her right here and now&lt;br /&gt;If not to be lost in her arms ever more&lt;br /&gt;And be lifted to heaven somehow&lt;br /&gt;What do I do, she's the light that shines bright in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I live for the moments when I see her smile&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lonely when we are apart&lt;br /&gt;So what do I say, the next time that she asks how I am&lt;br /&gt;When she touches my hand and my heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;I'll just smile and say I'm doing fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-2921212172979918852?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2921212172979918852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1538609856962091854</id><published>2011-12-24T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T02:20:25.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRXQtUgv9mU/TvWnMATrL2I/AAAAAAAAApk/SMCgWFGU8ZA/s1600/CHeers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRXQtUgv9mU/TvWnMATrL2I/AAAAAAAAApk/SMCgWFGU8ZA/s320/CHeers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689637528935280482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends at Christmas &lt;br /&gt;I can't thank you enough&lt;br /&gt;For all the times you've made me smile&lt;br /&gt;When life seemed kind of rough&lt;br /&gt;For all those words of kindness&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement and cheers&lt;br /&gt;For being there with open arms&lt;br /&gt;When all I had was tears&lt;br /&gt;For reaching out across the waves&lt;br /&gt;Or just from down the road&lt;br /&gt;You made the walk much easier&lt;br /&gt;By lightening my load&lt;br /&gt;I can not tell you what it means&lt;br /&gt;To have friends such as you&lt;br /&gt;I pray the angels find a way&lt;br /&gt;To make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;As this old year comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;And we look towards the new&lt;br /&gt;Think of me and raise your glass&lt;br /&gt;As I raise mine to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-1538609856962091854?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRXQtUgv9mU/TvWnMATrL2I/AAAAAAAAApk/SMCgWFGU8ZA/s72-c/CHeers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4058973374814816438</id><published>2011-12-24T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T02:18:23.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natures song</title><content type='html'>The willows are weeping above me today&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are blooming all round&lt;br /&gt;The grass feels so soft when it brushes my face&lt;br /&gt;As I lay myself here on the ground&lt;br /&gt;The crickets are chirping and butterfly's dance&lt;br /&gt;Ants go about their own thing&lt;br /&gt;A bird sings above me so high in the trees&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wanting to sing&lt;br /&gt;My fingers press down on the polished fretboard&lt;br /&gt;The strings vibrate softly for me&lt;br /&gt;A leaf gently floats as if caught in a breeze&lt;br /&gt;Then my voice is so suddenly free&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are picking a wonderful tune&lt;br /&gt;The notes join together as one&lt;br /&gt;A chorus of nature errupts all around&lt;br /&gt;Such harmony lifting my song&lt;br /&gt;I find myself smiling my spirit renewed&lt;br /&gt;The music of life all around&lt;br /&gt;This natural orchestra touching my soul&lt;br /&gt;Completely engulfs me in sound&lt;br /&gt;This picture I paint you is not far away&lt;br /&gt;You're there when you hear nature sing&lt;br /&gt;Lay yourself down by the side of a stream&lt;br /&gt;Feel the peace only nature can bring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-4058973374814816438?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-7885409583330615455</id><published>2011-12-19T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:43:29.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas again</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas again and I'm still alone&lt;br /&gt;Another long year almost through&lt;br /&gt;The next one approaches and I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be here without you&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer leave you alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;My heart slowly drowns in these tears&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to keep smilng here day after day&lt;br /&gt;When my torn soul is screaming in fear &lt;br /&gt;Every night when my eyes close your image is there&lt;br /&gt;You smile and my world falls apart&lt;br /&gt;I fall to my knees in a place of such pain&lt;br /&gt;That envelops the whole of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your love through the years though distant from me&lt;br /&gt;Gave me hope and the strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;Now I hold you my love in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;And all that I am feels so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas again and your not here with me&lt;br /&gt;Doing all those things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;If Christmas could bring me just one gift this year&lt;br /&gt;It would be just one more moment with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-7885409583330615455?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/7885409583330615455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=7885409583330615455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7885409583330615455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7885409583330615455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-again.html' title='Christmas again'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-7767704169461267152</id><published>2011-12-19T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:42:55.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>She stands upon a rocky shore&lt;br /&gt;Through wind and rain and snow&lt;br /&gt;She looks out over murky depths&lt;br /&gt;One hundred feet below&lt;br /&gt;Her beam sweeps out across the waves&lt;br /&gt;To let you know your not alone&lt;br /&gt;A pin prick of light through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;She is there to guide you home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-7767704169461267152?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/7767704169461267152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=7767704169461267152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7767704169461267152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7767704169461267152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/lighthouse.html' title='Lighthouse'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8157226677258171814</id><published>2011-12-19T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:41:56.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She doesn't love me</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with a girl who doesn't love me&lt;br /&gt;And it's tearing this old heart in two&lt;br /&gt;Knowing she feels for another is hard&lt;br /&gt;But there isn't a thing I can do&lt;br /&gt;She's there every day right in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I smile but I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her voice like a breeze to a flame&lt;br /&gt;Sets a fire burning deep in  my heart&lt;br /&gt;She's the last think I think of as I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;My first thought when I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it tears me apart when I do for I know&lt;br /&gt;That she'll never be there by my side&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl who doesn't love me&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to be feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn off my heart for a while&lt;br /&gt;For I know I will see her today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-8157226677258171814?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2286973699242119856</id><published>2011-12-07T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:38:51.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess that it's all over now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cat's been let out of the bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question's been asked and the answer received&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always knew it but still makes me sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hoped for a dream to come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stupidly here in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this girl to love me and feel the same way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'd have to be dumb blonde and blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I have been such a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think I stood even a chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be larger than life in her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't even warrant a glance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess that it's all over now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm happy that we'll remain friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To lose her entirely would just break my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's our friendship that counts in the end&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-2286973699242119856?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2286973699242119856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=2286973699242119856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2286973699242119856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2286973699242119856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-i-guess.html' title='Well I guess'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3557053406688250941</id><published>2011-12-07T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:33:46.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is a man meant to act&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the fuck is a bloke s'posed to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You give him these feelings and bring em to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a nightmare you put us all through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't have the things we desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you surround us with those that we don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then just when we think that we've worked it all out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There she is it's like one big sick joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dragged me up out of the dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you plant me here your little tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You slam me with rules for what I can't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not once did you ever ask me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not fucking fair what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you get pissed off when I complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you think I'm happy with how my life is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be frigging well thinking again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like being your little pawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be shifted around as you please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This game that your playing may be just fun to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's more like a war zone to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart has been torn into shreds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost everthing that I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My world is in tatters emotions gone wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you sit with a smile on your throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what is it that you want from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the hell can't I have what 'I' want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have all this power to mess with my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me happy for once you slack.......&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-3557053406688250941?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3557053406688250941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3557053406688250941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3557053406688250941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3557053406688250941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1334839734551983903</id><published>2011-12-07T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:32:57.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's in love too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you see just how much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hits deep in places unseen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like somebody &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just ripped out your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there's nothing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where joy should have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You fight back the tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That lay just out of sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind eyes that can't look away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You smile as your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly crumbles and falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there isn't a thing you can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't choose who you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any more than you could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn the tides with a wave of your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes Cupid's arrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is aimed at your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For reasons you can't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a heart filled with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For someone who doesn't love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless it's that moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you first realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That girl you love, she's in love too&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-1334839734551983903?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1334839734551983903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1334839734551983903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1334839734551983903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1334839734551983903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/shes-in-love-too.html' title='She&apos;s in love too'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-7641301682120058066</id><published>2011-12-07T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:32:14.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't fight it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't fight this thing any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or change what my heart wants to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's driving me crazy this feeling inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since the first day I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I thought it was just lust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirty thoughts that grew inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding you naked so close to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me so alone in my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But desire doesn't make my heart ache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lust doesn't bring me to tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These things I could fix with a trip down the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just different whenever you're near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something about how you move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A look that I catch now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The softest of sighs when I give you a hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me want to be with you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know what I should do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I know that these feelings are wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get you out of my head any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're just there like the words of a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than held in your caring embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's nothing that I'd rather see when I wake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than that smile on your beautiful face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I simply can't fight how I feel any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just don't know what else to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm baring my soul as I offer my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god I'm so in love with you&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-7641301682120058066?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/7641301682120058066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=7641301682120058066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7641301682120058066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7641301682120058066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-fight-it.html' title='Can&apos;t fight it'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4166521061446188750</id><published>2011-12-07T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:45:06.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKDhj7-OWd8/TuBnstIqdXI/AAAAAAAAApU/ocUyMlva1B8/s1600/Christmas-Eve-Traditions-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKDhj7-OWd8/TuBnstIqdXI/AAAAAAAAApU/ocUyMlva1B8/s320/Christmas-Eve-Traditions-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683656747469403506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when Christmas meant having a ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family and friends round the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presents to unwrap pudding to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just where it ought to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the smile on my grandmothers face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she watched us pass presents around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfathers cranky old voice as he yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't leave all that stuff on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember my mother sipping her tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my father up ending a beer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunties and uncles all gathered around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So filled with that old Christmas cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the fireplace the chestnuts and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marshmallows and spuds in the coal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big Christmas crackers we all got to pull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum whispering 'never get old'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember those days and the good times we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spirit of Christmas was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it just didn't matter what presents you got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was family and everyone shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could go back in time like old Scrooge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And re-live all those good times we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't and they're gone and now I am here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somehow that feels kind of sad&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-4166521061446188750?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4166521061446188750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4166521061446188750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4166521061446188750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4166521061446188750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-past.html' title='Christmas past'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKDhj7-OWd8/TuBnstIqdXI/AAAAAAAAApU/ocUyMlva1B8/s72-c/Christmas-Eve-Traditions-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4978943544072796356</id><published>2011-12-07T23:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:30:06.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What say you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What say you you horny old bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you like a short romp in the hay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or an epic seduction between you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will last til the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could start at your feet and work my way up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every toe being gently caressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til I find myself there at the nape of your neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you'll be completely undressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can start here and work your way down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every button and zipper undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You slip off my socks one by one with your teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til we both lay there naked as one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A can of whipped cream maybe two maybe three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With strawberries strategically placed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would have such a time all alone you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have chocolate here just in case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what say you you horny old bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it be a short romp in the hay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or shall we hang out the do not disturb sign again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make our own heaven today&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-4978943544072796356?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4978943544072796356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4978943544072796356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4978943544072796356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4978943544072796356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-say-you.html' title='What say you'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-6144094677284786601</id><published>2011-12-07T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:29:36.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I told you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I told you I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you stand there in stunned disbelief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or would you try hard to find something to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before stealing away like a thief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I told you I want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you tell me that you want me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or would you hold me so tight that my heart beat with yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you look for a door to run through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I told you I need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you come to me when I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or would you smile when my name flashes up on the screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then simply not answer the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I told you how much I care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you tell me that you feel the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or would you give me that smile while your holding my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That say's your just playing the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I told you I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you kiss me and pull me so near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you whisper that you are in love with me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's all I'm longing to hear&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-6144094677284786601?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6144094677284786601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=6144094677284786601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6144094677284786601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6144094677284786601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-told-you.html' title='If I told you'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3868353735082081474</id><published>2011-12-07T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:28:58.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a gut full</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm damned if I know not sure that I care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About anything you have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mouth spews out rubbish none of it true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it keeps coming day after day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were to tell me the truth just one time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd find it so hard to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wondering what little moves you have planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just what you've got up that sleeve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look so damned cute and you give me that smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you spoil it with absolute bull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the boy who cried wolf you did it too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my sweet I have had a gut full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pack your belongings cos you're out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't want to hear one more word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to find someone who'll listen to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll be down with the rest of the turds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pick up your act move it on down the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sell your show to some other dumb clown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you leave slam the door kick the dog a few times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then get the fuck out of my town&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-3868353735082081474?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3868353735082081474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3868353735082081474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3868353735082081474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3868353735082081474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/had-gut-full.html' title='Had a gut full'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8156132369729480518</id><published>2011-12-07T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:28:14.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am but a spec in the universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One ripple somewhere way out in space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sneeze of creation a hiccup in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one of a whole human race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am but a blip on the radar of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There for an instant and gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life in this place and all that I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be ended before it's begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There just isn't time to figure it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you stand facing the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You suddenly wish that you'd said goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To family lovers and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I close my eyes for that final time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world will not miss me for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I've met many people and felt truly loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The majority won't know when I'm gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I am but a stitch in the fabric of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One member of this human race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A single small pin prick of light in a show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is lost in the vastness of space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't mourn for me when I'm finally gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I know I leave many behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy for me and smile for I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was unique throughout all space and time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am but a spec in this great universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A small tear in the fabric of space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wherever I end up I'll make sure they know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was part of this great human race&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/3858555869644202894-8156132369729480518?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8156132369729480518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8156132369729480518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8156132369729480518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8156132369729480518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/12/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8621264921929704377</id><published>2011-11-25T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:25:00.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just want to hold you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wzGbrUsW0I/TtAjnyTzWwI/AAAAAAAAApE/oxf6R3KydWY/s1600/Cuddle-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wzGbrUsW0I/TtAjnyTzWwI/AAAAAAAAApE/oxf6R3KydWY/s320/Cuddle-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679078296540896002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It drives me insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must hold my feelings inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time that your near me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart skips a beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard not to run off and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh and I joke and I say silly things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To disguise what your doing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I really want is my arms around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I fear I would not set you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fire deep within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comes to life when you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a hunger so hard to control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just something about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some invisible force&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it reaches right into my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could find an answer somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some hope I could cling to because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life would have meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it just isn't me that you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You caught me and I can't break loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something incredible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will bind me forever to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-8621264921929704377?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8621264921929704377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8621264921929704377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8621264921929704377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8621264921929704377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-want-to-hold-you.html' title='Just want to hold you'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wzGbrUsW0I/TtAjnyTzWwI/AAAAAAAAApE/oxf6R3KydWY/s72-c/Cuddle-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1223389559975505990</id><published>2011-11-25T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:14:52.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over the bullshit the rubbish and crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I hear from all sides every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't handle this or I can't handle that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all bullshit, well that's what you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have a clue how to handle your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you think that you just know it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that I actually care about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes it hard not to move as you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then why would you care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you don't give a shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About anything outside yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as you get everything that you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we'll all just sit here on the shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over the crap about everyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your just as bad as the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easier to blame other people for shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than to fess up that your not the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So go sink yourself into far deeper crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than anything you will find here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road that your on well I've been down before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it ultimately ends up in tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't expect sympathy hands and a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From those that you left in your wake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world doesn't favour the selfish my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you must give and not take&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-1223389559975505990?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1223389559975505990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1223389559975505990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1223389559975505990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1223389559975505990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/over-it.html' title='Over it'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-6608719629299566379</id><published>2011-11-25T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:14:18.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-bKeU5arQk/TtAhPWMPR-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/2hGa_6z0Ttc/s1600/LoveOnHill-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-bKeU5arQk/TtAhPWMPR-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/2hGa_6z0Ttc/s320/LoveOnHill-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679075677652862946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get you out of my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't stop thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're there when I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There when I wake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it seems that you're in my dreams too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've somehow found your way in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To that place that I guarded so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've invaded my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set up camp in deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I hunger each day for your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing that this world can give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nothing that I would not do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be holding you close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel your heartbeat with mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to spend my whole life loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I can't get you out of my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God help me your all I can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just no escaping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way that I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need you to be here with me&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-6608719629299566379?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6608719629299566379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=6608719629299566379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6608719629299566379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6608719629299566379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/out-of-my-head.html' title='Out of my head'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-bKeU5arQk/TtAhPWMPR-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/2hGa_6z0Ttc/s72-c/LoveOnHill-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2374131525737353871</id><published>2011-11-21T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:36:33.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this bloke that I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likes to beat up on girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes him a tough guy for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He should suck on the sharp end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of some loaded gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And end up face down on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People like this bloke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deserve nothing less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than a hole in the ground six foot deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then maybe the women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some merely girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could get a few decent nights sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For there's not much I hate more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than blokes who hit girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If God granted me just one wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be that this bloke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all those like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would be dropped down some endless abyss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this one bloke I know.....&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-2374131525737353871?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2374131525737353871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=2374131525737353871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2374131525737353871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2374131525737353871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-5558155944857620433</id><published>2011-11-20T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:35:49.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God damn it I'm over this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not one single thing has gone right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started this life in a world full of pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every new god damned day is a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what the fuck did I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In past lives or even right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To deserve all this crap that I cop every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's come to feel normal somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know just what I did wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To piss off somebody somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it was and whoever you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd sure like to be facing you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos I don't give a crap any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you think now means nothing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've pushed me so far that I'm over the edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now you sad fuck I am free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So get yourself out of my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I'll walk up and spit in your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care any more you can say what you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos god damn it I'm over this place&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-5558155944857620433?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3939941211799723405</id><published>2011-11-20T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:20:40.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dDzXr5DJlgY/TsmLLpDgNvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vnUSSkFbIT4/s1600/angels-in-love-moonlight-31000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dDzXr5DJlgY/TsmLLpDgNvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vnUSSkFbIT4/s320/angels-in-love-moonlight-31000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677221837392590578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;The morning sun the evening moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world turns slowly round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight comes the crickets sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replaced by moonlights sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stars begin to show themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A light show in the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn towards your smiling face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And beauty fills my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no place I'd rather be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On such a summers night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than in your arms upon this hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beneath the soft moonlight&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-3939941211799723405?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3939941211799723405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3939941211799723405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3939941211799723405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3939941211799723405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/moonlight.html' title='Moonlight'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dDzXr5DJlgY/TsmLLpDgNvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vnUSSkFbIT4/s72-c/angels-in-love-moonlight-31000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-586653141822553966</id><published>2011-11-20T03:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T03:15:30.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears in my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZQEjejfPKM/Tsjgv7fH6nI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GMhj-s9BRGU/s1600/tears1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZQEjejfPKM/Tsjgv7fH6nI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GMhj-s9BRGU/s320/tears1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677034444327217778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time doesn't heal every wound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it doesn't diminish the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't make living without you a joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still wish you were with me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many years may have gone since you passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's still yesterday in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every night still brings darkness wet with my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the words that you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I will always be with you no matter what comes'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'For I love you and I always will'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We are soul mates forever in time you and I'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'That's a love even time cannot kill'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But time isn't kind as it drags me along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without you I don't want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every sunrise is dull every day of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is so empty now you're not with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me my love for I know what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know you don't want me in tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But time is no healer and here without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every moment is 50 long years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel you reach out from wherever you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see that sad look on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you don't want to see me this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't find you here in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done what you said and I've tried to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To drag myself out of this hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each morning more difficult waking from sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tasting your tears in my soul&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/3858555869644202894-586653141822553966?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/586653141822553966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=586653141822553966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/586653141822553966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/586653141822553966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/tears-in-my-soul.html' title='Tears in my soul'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZQEjejfPKM/Tsjgv7fH6nI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GMhj-s9BRGU/s72-c/tears1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4522735598105681761</id><published>2011-11-18T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:35:01.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missunderstandings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missunderstandings are bitches of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fuck up a day full of smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They mess with your head and turn you away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave you alone for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stress and the worry that this crap creates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dents friendships and caring and trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes you think twice before saying a word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rots like corrosion or rust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let missunderstandings ruin your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't jump to conclusions and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think that your friend is your friend no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you know they are hurting inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missunderstandings need never be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we trust in our family and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For words that are spoken are often not heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the spirit in which they are sent&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/3858555869644202894-4522735598105681761?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4522735598105681761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4522735598105681761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4522735598105681761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4522735598105681761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/missunderstandings.html' title='Missunderstandings'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4665578040216079688</id><published>2011-11-17T19:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:29:26.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I love you I'm damned if I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's buried way down in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that grew from the moment we met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gets stronger when we are apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just a feeling it's far more than that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sensation that never shuts down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A super strong magnet that draws me to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And joins us with barely a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't imagine my life without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For it seems like you've always been there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are part of my being each beat of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will always be with me somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why do I love you you wonderful thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know but I'm glad that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most beautiful girl that my arms ever held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so lucky that you love me too&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/3858555869644202894-4665578040216079688?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4665578040216079688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4665578040216079688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4665578040216079688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4665578040216079688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-do-i-love-you.html' title='Why do I love you'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2101717407954316543</id><published>2011-11-17T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:28:51.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRY2mh803qI/TsWYMZEa4sI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ixrwTTNQ7ho/s1600/heart2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRY2mh803qI/TsWYMZEa4sI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ixrwTTNQ7ho/s320/heart2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676110244025656002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It breaks my heart to see you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I weep so deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This emptiness that grows within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me want to run and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You give such meaning to my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever you are near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That when you're not I feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And huddle in my fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot shake you from my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart won't let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're there in everything I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could hold you in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Press your heart to mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would know that I will love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would know that I can't let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart won't set you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For even though I say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still want you here with me&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/3858555869644202894-2101717407954316543?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2101717407954316543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=2101717407954316543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2101717407954316543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2101717407954316543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-with-me.html' title='Here with me'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRY2mh803qI/TsWYMZEa4sI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ixrwTTNQ7ho/s72-c/heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1996203519467416571</id><published>2011-11-15T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:33:19.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the impossible dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of impossible love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lust after something that I just can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hear that tut tut from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be held in her arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But her arms never want to hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For she loves another and I must remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer that she cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want that which I cannot have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot have that I so want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must walk away before my heart breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I'll look the worst fool if I don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I know this is love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not just some unfilled desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is an ember in search of a breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sight of her re lights the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I love the impossible dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I listen to sighs from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every cell of my being aches for her touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I dream of impossible love&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-1996203519467416571?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1996203519467416571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1996203519467416571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1996203519467416571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1996203519467416571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/impossible-love.html' title='Impossible love'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8992545519456269836</id><published>2011-11-10T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:36:18.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNwEsoKQ7vc/TrxDxPJWA7I/AAAAAAAAAno/yx1aoGc5nBo/s1600/Books.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 48px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNwEsoKQ7vc/TrxDxPJWA7I/AAAAAAAAAno/yx1aoGc5nBo/s320/Books.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673484143738356658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we write to share our thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes to vent our fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes to shout out how we feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes to dry our tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we write to tell the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That what we do is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes the simple words we write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Become a soft love song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we write to make some sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the troubles in our mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we write just anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see what we can find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we write to cry for help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In words we cannot say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we write within our minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pray they'll go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we write in other tongues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That no-one understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we write to free ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if we think we can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A writer doesn't write for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor even for himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A writer writes for those to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the hope that it will help&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-8992545519456269836?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8992545519456269836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8992545519456269836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8992545519456269836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8992545519456269836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/writer.html' title='The Writer'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNwEsoKQ7vc/TrxDxPJWA7I/AAAAAAAAAno/yx1aoGc5nBo/s72-c/Books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-7190464327877130464</id><published>2011-11-10T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:36:59.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some-one else's tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-On5taaHQs68/TrxDbKYOAzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BOKL3CH556A/s1600/Gone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-On5taaHQs68/TrxDbKYOAzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BOKL3CH556A/s320/Gone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673483764501447474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thunder rolls lightning strikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain is pouring down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds are huddled in the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As branches blow around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wind is howling past me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I struggle on my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkness at high noon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will my world end today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the place where I must go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's dry and warm inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another flash of blinding light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaves me nowhere to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A crack of thunder shakes the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel it to my bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The river bank collapses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm standing here alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house that building I called home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place where I was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has stood since 1869&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right there and now it's gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain now eased the thunder stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tears now fall instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now everything I ever loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exists only in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you are feeling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just try to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you just read are only words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put there by my own hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somewhere in this wondrous world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe even somewhere near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody will lose everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In someone elses tears&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-7190464327877130464?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/7190464327877130464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=7190464327877130464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7190464327877130464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7190464327877130464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-one-elses-tears.html' title='Some-one else&apos;s tears'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-On5taaHQs68/TrxDbKYOAzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BOKL3CH556A/s72-c/Gone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-7667657546238657182</id><published>2011-11-10T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:32:34.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31WODysZPck/TrxC4jG9kuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ksFkEG-sTng/s1600/Hill.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31WODysZPck/TrxC4jG9kuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ksFkEG-sTng/s320/Hill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673483169844531938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sick and tired of living life right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They way everyone thinks that I should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I got some stuff that I want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to do shit that feels good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me of God and heaven and hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wants me to live life sin free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apostles and miracles water to wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't see what he's done for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live every day of my life with your rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to do everything right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes I don't, emotions are strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's worse when I turn off the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I enjoy all that life has to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without feeling dirty inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What gives you the right to sit and judge me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then force me to cower and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't recall asking to be in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No choices were offered to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I didn't ask to be who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No God asked what I wanted to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do you tell me I'm living life wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried to do all that you've asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't my fault that I'm not squeaky clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the sad end result of my past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can change what I look like change how I act&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change all the things that you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't change what happens deep down in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When alone I will always be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm so sick and tired of being the person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes all the rest feel so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When deep down inside I'm just falling apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would end it right now if I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sick and tired of living my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to please you and make you feel strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply can't be what you want me to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I can't weed the right from the wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you see me I'll still look the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll still bring a smile to your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I know that inside you are not who you seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are part of the same human race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much that I want so much here to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are places that I've never been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many undone things are waiting out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such wonders that I've never seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have limited all that I did in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's what the rules held me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm breaking those chains and I don't give a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do everything I want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be breaking their rules to take what I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won't give a shit what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the world will be mine to do as I please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll smile my way right through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what would I do if somebody told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I had just that one day to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply lay in your arms on the side of a hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And take all the love you could give&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-7667657546238657182?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31WODysZPck/TrxC4jG9kuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ksFkEG-sTng/s72-c/Hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4217434036411112233</id><published>2011-11-10T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:32:57.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is there never enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always moves forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never moves back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things sometimes can get pretty rough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never seem to come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayers never answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams never filled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they were I would be here with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've felt them before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not mumbo jumbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No witches and cats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they rot you right down to the core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are not just for night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They give us direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move us along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They give us a reason to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears&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/3858555869644202894-4217434036411112233?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4217434036411112233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3752155826055008930</id><published>2011-10-31T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T03:12:30.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gambler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7za3uA2hJA/Tq50P-GNsdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rOeXTYnMso8/s1600/Black_Jack2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7za3uA2hJA/Tq50P-GNsdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rOeXTYnMso8/s320/Black_Jack2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669596798621954514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a gambler watching the wheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a horse as it runs round a track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sky diver standing at 12,000 feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping his chute is well packed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A diver who circles while watching a shark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Searching in vane for his knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a paranoid passenger high in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he scribbles a note to his wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a priest at the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he stares at the cross on his wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a soldier who's ordered to stand up and fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing one day he may fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A high flying acrobat paused in mid swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With no safety net down below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or an astronaught spinning so slowly in space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that moment before he lets go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a gambler who's risking it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the look in another mans eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the edge of eternity standing alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the card be hello or goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-3752155826055008930?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3752155826055008930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3752155826055008930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3752155826055008930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3752155826055008930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/gambler.html' title='The Gambler'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7za3uA2hJA/Tq50P-GNsdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rOeXTYnMso8/s72-c/Black_Jack2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4737861353873083773</id><published>2011-10-29T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:52:21.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripples in the pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadows in the mist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ripples in the pond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds within the bushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A slow and perfect song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The breeze is whispering gently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet spells within in my ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Softest grass sways under foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel you drawing near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A touch awakes my every sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fragrance fills the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sudden silence covers me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then somehow you are there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your lips touch softly on my cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A shiver down my spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You speak my name across all time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tell me you are mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you can hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow here in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all around me in this mist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I see your face&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-4737861353873083773?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4737861353873083773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4737861353873083773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4737861353873083773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4737861353873083773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/ripples-in-pond.html' title='Ripples in the pond'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3589166683815496090</id><published>2011-10-29T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:51:41.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shapes in the mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everythings falling away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I ever knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is moving away and leaving me here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even hold on to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm standing alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a world that is turning to sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the things that I held on to all through my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are just slipping away through my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch my world fading from view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As shapes in the mist disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each hope drifts away each dream turns to gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I stand here alone in my fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This desert around me is still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even the whisp of a breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just nothing left and I fall on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the sand in my tears on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is there left for me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's the reason that I should go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody show me what should I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all that I loved is now gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even a footprint is left there to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all gone now I stand here alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no hope left for me I no longer dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even my faith is now gone&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-3589166683815496090?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3589166683815496090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3589166683815496090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3589166683815496090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3589166683815496090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/shapes-in-mist.html' title='Shapes in the mist'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-7808650738032125804</id><published>2011-10-29T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:50:52.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your eyes I see everything I've ever dreamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every pleasure that I've ever known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lost in your gaze entranced by your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the seeds of my passion are sewn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing I know of in heaven or earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That compares to the wonder of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One moment of time wrapped in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is like all the love I ever knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this something about you and I can't explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why you do to me just what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a moth to a flame you mesmerise me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would die just to be there with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your eyes I see all that I want in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in your arms I long to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smile melts my heart your touch holds my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you would stay here with me&lt;/div&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/3858555869644202894-7808650738032125804?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/7808650738032125804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=7808650738032125804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7808650738032125804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/7808650738032125804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-your-eyes.html' title='In your eyes'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3431648133537074179</id><published>2011-10-29T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:50:14.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting here bored my heads in a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had something to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like painting a picture or baking a cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or laying here just loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your face is the first thing that enters my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I open my eyes to the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're there every moment until my day ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I find myself drifting away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long for your arms to hold me so close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To feel you so warm against me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I crave the taste of your soft lips on mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my love that's the way it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm sitting here bored and my heart aches for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could hold you right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you're so far away as I sit here alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd give all just to change that somehow&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/3858555869644202894-3431648133537074179?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3431648133537074179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3431648133537074179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3431648133537074179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3431648133537074179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/sitting-here.html' title='Sitting here'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1044894460885515986</id><published>2011-10-27T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T04:51:36.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when we fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I watch you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something deep down in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loses a whole day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when we argue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over dumb and stupid things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears well up within my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't bear the pain it brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I'm angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes you angry too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so guilty deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't look at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when we're silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to tell you how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry for it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when it's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hold you close to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to whisper in your ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how it should always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when you're smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me feel so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes when you kiss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know where I belong&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/3858555869644202894-1044894460885515986?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1044894460885515986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1044894460885515986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1044894460885515986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1044894460885515986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4524636052651202734</id><published>2011-10-26T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T04:43:15.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there something after this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere that spirits go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pearly gates so high above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something else below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there really one called God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who watches over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone show me where he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look but I can't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't talk to me of faith and trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then hang it on a cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at me with that stupid grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then simply say because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For what you tell me makes no sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see the things you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me I must follow rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That don't apply to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me I must have more faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And step into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet as I watch you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know something isn't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is a God on high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he is either blind or else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't want to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you truly are his voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His proxy here and now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we are nothing more than sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following a cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's something after this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some place where spirits go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'll be going up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent far too long below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll be happy either way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eternity or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's real I guess that I'll go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if it isn't I'll be forgot&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/3858555869644202894-4524636052651202734?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4524636052651202734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4524636052651202734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4524636052651202734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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thought at night and my first every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind we are never apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just reminds me of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the wallpaper inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I stood in pure heaven surrounded by love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would wish I was with you instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must hold every moment with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a childs hand is held in a glove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I cannot deny how I feel any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three simple words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love&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/3858555869644202894-4446202445571711105?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4446202445571711105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4446202445571711105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4446202445571711105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/4446202445571711105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-simple-words.html' title='Three simple words'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2613380854870830954</id><published>2011-10-25T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:13:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A brick wall a head and a bang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how it feels every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to teach those who already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who just will not hear what you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we bother why do we try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we know what the ending will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it will always have something to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the fact that we care you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But tell me the answer to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whos going to be there for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're laying in tears at the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it worth all the crap you've been through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you honestly say that you won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're watching them slide down the drain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you pull all those kitchen knives out of your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you ever be free of that pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the answer is this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you look at that wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understand bricks are harder than heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just walk away from it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotions are not made of rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And people are not made of stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop banging your head on that stupid brick wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you'll find yourself standing alone&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/3858555869644202894-2613380854870830954?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2613380854870830954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=2613380854870830954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2613380854870830954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2613380854870830954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/headaches.html' title='Headaches'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-777227905039086972</id><published>2011-10-24T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:12:45.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine yourself in a crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being quietly pushed to the ledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silently jostled and nudged on your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til you're teetering there on the edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you look back and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those friends you had back through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling and waving then turning away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving you all alone with your fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you feel that last push&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the edge and you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that you knew just gets further away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Then suddenly you're all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you throw out your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaching for anything there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screaming in terror heart racing fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all that your hands find is air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there staring right in your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the one that you never expected to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they followed you into this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you hold out your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a smile lights a fire in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of your fears disappear in that light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now your new journey truly can start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine yourself being free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a new road stretched out before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No baggage to slow you no chains tie you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no limit to what you can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine yourself anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing anything you want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going anywhere you ever wanted to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine yourself being you&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/3858555869644202894-777227905039086972?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/777227905039086972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=777227905039086972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/777227905039086972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/777227905039086972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8443888863713825897</id><published>2011-10-23T14:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:10:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Apple Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go eat Oysters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a great big smelly shed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to open Garlic Clams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While sitting on a bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want Escargots in Cognac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frogs Legs in Garlic sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want Nasi Lemak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my second bloody course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the taste of Lobster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a Mediteranian bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a bowl of Curried Crab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Macca's in my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want Doro Wat in Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Momo in Tibet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the taste of Nian Doubao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as much as I can get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat Raw Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere high up in Japan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat Mlukhiyah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to have a BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Australia's outback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want some Roo and Crocodile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On some dry Kimberly track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do a Hangi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try some Poisson Cru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want some Mahi Mahi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some gorgeous Haupia too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want some bloody Bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Eggs and Fried Mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want some Paw Paw salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a beach somewhere with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to try out everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just once before I die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'll come back home again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my grandma's Apple Pie&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/3858555869644202894-8443888863713825897?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8443888863713825897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8443888863713825897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8443888863713825897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a feeling that shivers right through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes meet in silent agreement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lips form words best left unsaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night holds a secret that started within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now there are three in this bed&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/3858555869644202894-7378707983988601794?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/7378707983988601794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=7378707983988601794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the years&lt;br /&gt;And fix all the things I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;I want to make changes in days that have gone&lt;br /&gt;Like re writing the words to my song&lt;br /&gt;I want to say sorry to those that I've hurt&lt;br /&gt;And stop all the tears that were shed&lt;br /&gt;I want to not open that very first door&lt;br /&gt;But to stare out the window instead&lt;br /&gt;I want to re live it that very first kiss&lt;br /&gt;And change how I held her that day&lt;br /&gt;I want to sit down on that grass covered hill&lt;br /&gt;Softly wipe all her teardrops away&lt;br /&gt;I want to be young again maybe a child&lt;br /&gt;And not pull the wings off that fly&lt;br /&gt;I want to be sitting on grandmothers knee&lt;br /&gt;And gazing up into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want to correct all those things that I did&lt;br /&gt;That led me to where I now stand&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I'd give all I am&lt;br /&gt;For my teardops to fall in your hands&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/3858555869644202894-1565428716997490538?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1565428716997490538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1565428716997490538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1565428716997490538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1565428716997490538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8776985432742195633</id><published>2011-10-11T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T20:56:15.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkNzjbk4eKg/TpUMuf191pI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HSnG1orY5Xk/s1600/Tear-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkNzjbk4eKg/TpUMuf191pI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HSnG1orY5Xk/s320/Tear-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662446099449632402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happiest when I am near you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unhappy whenever I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't settle my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it tears me apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your love I just haven't got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see you my heart beats much faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And passion errupts deep within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind lost in fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Built around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I find myself drowning in sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look in your eyes and I tremble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lost in the wonder of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world melts away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every word that you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes the gray sky a brilliant blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know any way I can tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What it is that you do to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I must find that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find the right words to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I die more each time we're apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happiest when I am near you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm wishing right now you were here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For as you walked away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned that corner today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world swallowed up one more tear&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/3858555869644202894-8776985432742195633?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8776985432742195633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8776985432742195633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8776985432742195633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8776985432742195633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-more-tear.html' title='One more tear'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkNzjbk4eKg/TpUMuf191pI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HSnG1orY5Xk/s72-c/Tear-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8539561039003059440</id><published>2011-10-09T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:30:30.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've written lots in the last few months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sadly mostly dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the kind of thing you need to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words may come from deep within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And show what's going on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they also give an insight into me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all of us have things we hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secrets that we keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts and actions no-one else can know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We show the world a friendly face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh and joke and smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While living in a darkness down below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no fear in showing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This heart that beats within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The romance and the love I hold inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll share with you the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you must see the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That drags me on this roller coaster ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were an artist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My canvas would be fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brush strokes would fly blindly to and fro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The palet pure confusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tainted with desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Draw my mind to where it should not go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have written many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you never see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For they would simply make you turn away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man you know this man you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not all he could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he will smile and make you laugh today&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/3858555869644202894-8539561039003059440?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8539561039003059440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8539561039003059440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8539561039003059440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8539561039003059440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/mostly-dark.html' title='Mostly Dark'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4331469498661312106</id><published>2011-10-09T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:26:35.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lord exists somewhere some place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I may not hear his voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something that I cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tells me 'make a choice'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something that I cannot feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet it surrounds me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It holds me and it gently guides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards an end somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take each step in total fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk into empty space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with each breath I say this prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me once more see your face&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/3858555869644202894-4331469498661312106?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4331469498661312106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4331469498661312106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you know that love can't be returned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you tell her you want her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without watching your world crash and burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you tell her you need her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you'd die to be with her today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you tell her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not turn your heartbeat 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/3858555869644202894-5706833634069948060?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/5706833634069948060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=5706833634069948060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/5706833634069948060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/5706833634069948060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8032272296026195353</id><published>2011-10-09T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:20:54.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close the door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't do any more crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day I just break down inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a small child and a mother near by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My emotions have nowhere to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A waterfall must start from somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With raindrops that fall from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This torrent that wells in my eyes every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't just the by-product of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I wake every morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't want to be in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What must I do to make you let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must I stand up and spit in your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please understand what I'm saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be here any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't do any more crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me here let me die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close the door&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/3858555869644202894-8032272296026195353?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8032272296026195353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8032272296026195353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8032272296026195353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8032272296026195353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/10/close-door.html' title='Close the door'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-6164146753513970527</id><published>2011-10-09T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:19:38.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Eyed Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brown eyed girl invades my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's in my every thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swim is seas of wild desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hope that I'll be caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd gladly take my final breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And slip beneath her gaze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entangled there and pulled beneath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To drown in lustful waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't control the way I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or make it go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brown eyed girl invades my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel it more each day&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/3858555869644202894-6164146753513970527?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6164146753513970527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=6164146753513970527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6164146753513970527'/><link 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yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or turn back it's moving hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rolls on by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takes your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As tides on shifting the sands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day moves on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And takes with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little more of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will not slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor change its path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So live each moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if it is your last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For hapiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is never found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While looking at the past&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/3858555869644202894-1351800199224876128?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-105072063536162018</id><published>2011-08-20T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T03:44:44.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPDR-W0rQoE/Tk-QDq5-3gI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PBCmrdOiw18/s1600/bluebell-field2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPDR-W0rQoE/Tk-QDq5-3gI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PBCmrdOiw18/s320/bluebell-field2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642887250850012674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 63 years of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One minute I'm playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next I've got kids and ex wives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where have they gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those years that I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How the hell did I end up here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opened my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And took my first breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm old and I'm living in fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't make sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just isn't fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these memories that won't go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those places I loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm alone as I lay here today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And endless blue fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quarry where we used to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the side of a hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teaching me things that I didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laughed and we loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hurt and we cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We prayed on the side of that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rolled in the grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched planes go past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wish we were doing it still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But where has it gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This childhood of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world still alive in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The years have flown by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I lie here alone on this bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends are no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old lovers move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world has changed too fast for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stare at the pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That play in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These memories just won't let me be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what the hell happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did they go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those 63 years that were mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this all there is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A heart so full of tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one more sad hiccup in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-105072063536162018?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/105072063536162018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=105072063536162018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/105072063536162018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/105072063536162018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-hell-happened.html' title='What the hell happened'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPDR-W0rQoE/Tk-QDq5-3gI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PBCmrdOiw18/s72-c/bluebell-field2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8522264471468601571</id><published>2011-08-19T19:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:02:00.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I guess you'll maybe miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm no longer here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps you'll even wish you'd said goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day you'll leave some flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even speak a word or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you'll never undertstand how much I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you'll maybe talk about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stab me in the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some will speak of things that weren't so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might just place my picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a frame upon a shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reminder of the better times we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you'll maybe wonder now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where it all went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I made your life so god damned tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll never see the picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or truly understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That for all of you I could never do enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you'll maybe shed a tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But will it be for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or will it be for something that you've lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I hope you find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see through all the crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wonder was it really worth the cost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you'll maybe miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm no longer here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you'll live on in your life without the fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you leave me in the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my headstone place these words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here lays a man who drowned in his own tears"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-8522264471468601571?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8522264471468601571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8522264471468601571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8522264471468601571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8522264471468601571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-guess-maybe.html' title='I guess maybe'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-955940052203749528</id><published>2011-08-19T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:01:23.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why won't it stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why won't it stop this shit in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I get rid of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This crap in my head drives me fucking insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it leaves me just feeling like shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard all the talk of forgiveness of sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I tell everyone move ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget about yesterday live for today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my soul tells me reason is dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't open my eyes without feeling this lust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That kills me again and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it to stop but it pushes on through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this crap and it ivades my brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's hate and there's anger and laughter and joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's sadness and pleasure and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's also this lust that just will not let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its been there since times gone before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I enjoy all this beauty I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without feeling dirty inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must I smile and pretend I'm ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I just want to run off and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate what I am and I hate what I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hate what goes on in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just can't escape all this hunger I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I'd been born blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I stop it why is it there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must I weep every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want so to stop but it won't go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God help me I'm too tired to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-955940052203749528?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/955940052203749528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=955940052203749528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/955940052203749528'/><link rel='self' 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heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has no idea this effect that she has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm with her it tears me apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I fight it this feeling inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not fair what this life puts us through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takes me to deaths door then opens my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking straight at this image of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what the hell do I do with this pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That cripples me when you are near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wanting within me that won't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you not see I'm living in fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will you tell me when will I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this loneliness all there will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I hope in my heart that you feel this way too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will your arms ever reach out for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-6840535247232777143?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6840535247232777143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=6840535247232777143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6840535247232777143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6840535247232777143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/will-your-arms-ever-reach-out-for-me.html' title='Will your arms ever reach out for me'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-5916967100483309259</id><published>2011-08-19T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:58:32.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you know what its like to see backs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear voices but none there for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be standing alone in the midst of a crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you don't know just what you should do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what its like to be scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afraid that you're walking alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afraid that you'll hurt those you love one last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you pass through those gates on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what it feels like to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To feel so much sadness all hope falls away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see so much darkness where once there was light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing none have a good word to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what its like to be lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surrounded by strangers once family and friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surrounded by silence made deeper by stares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That empty your soul in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what it is to forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To look in that mirror and see what you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To take just one moment to look at yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before making judgement on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1873207531548104472</id><published>2011-08-19T18:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:57:59.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every time I see your face your smile lights up my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every touch makes me explode I wish you were my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I think of you my heart beats fast somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I'd give anything to have you here right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live within a crazy world where everything moves fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reach out for the future while we're living in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep down inside where no-one sees another world exists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A private world where you and I can share a secret kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to hold you in my arms and feel you close to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to feel your lips on mine my love would then be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can only hold you in my dreams and memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for you will always be that whisper on the breeze&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/3858555869644202894-1873207531548104472?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1873207531548104472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1873207531548104472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1873207531548104472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1873207531548104472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/secret-kiss.html' title='Secret kiss'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8320166379784792634</id><published>2011-08-19T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:57:29.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you're there, tell me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're real, show me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know, teach me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can, save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-8320166379784792634?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8320166379784792634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8320166379784792634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8320166379784792634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8320166379784792634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/save-me.html' title='Save me'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1356332886379934437</id><published>2011-08-19T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:56:55.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot (explicit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pot, weed, marajuana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the hell its called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It fucks your life and sucks your health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And grabs you by the balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ruins healthy families&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It costs far more than bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's wrong illegal just plain dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you need it well then you're fucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So roll that reefer suck that bong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it makes you feel so high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your life must be so fucking sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me want to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pot, weed, marajuana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what you call the shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not addictive but here's the catch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your life is fucked because of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-1356332886379934437?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1356332886379934437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1356332886379934437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1356332886379934437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1356332886379934437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/pot-explicit.html' title='Pot (explicit)'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1146708342339125212</id><published>2011-08-19T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:56:02.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ahh the good old days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No radar guns or cameras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skinny roads and winding tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cops right on your arse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaded fuel was still so cheap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super chargers ruled the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mustangs Corvettes Ford GT's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply blew us all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Convertibles with tops right down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long haired girls in skirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take aways with proper food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And always loads of flirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive-in movies friday nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten pin bowling too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skinny dipping after dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Bondi beach with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disco's party's Sandy's place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mental's on the porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to find that zipper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we only had a torch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fumbling fingers in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clips that won't undo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh the memories I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of things we used to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good old days live on in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that you could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun we had the things we did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she was here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two wheels below us on the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound the feel the thrill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember how it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I always will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-1146708342339125212?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1146708342339125212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1146708342339125212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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electronic games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of mobiles and tablets and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drive faster cars and fly everywhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems we just can't get enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're full of fast food and sugar filled drinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No-one seems to cook any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our kids are out partying dusk until dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then collapsing in heaps on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and grandpa are shaking their heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering what have we done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are the days when parents and kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the day in the park having fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We look at the sunrise and think 'holy shit'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check the watch out the door and we're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No time to stop and enjoy what we have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headphones on PSP it's just wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All around us the music of everyday life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has changed and we sing a new song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to walks in the sun and a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up gramps the world has moved on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in a world that is suddenly small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And go everywhere on our ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all on a screen in the palm of your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real world it seems has gone past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-6623525150876394663?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6623525150876394663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=6623525150876394663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6623525150876394663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6623525150876394663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/electronic-world.html' title='Electronic world'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-4441523264285041490</id><published>2011-08-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:11:16.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The lights won't stay on without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting alone in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ducks are all gone and the water is cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so damned alone in this park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun doesn't shine quite so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clouds seem to cover my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world's not so friendly its cold in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so lonely since you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you were here with me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your head resting here on my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That smile in your eyes your kiss soft and sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those days were quite simply the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you my love oh so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know what you'd want me to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't live in the past go find somebody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't when my heart longs for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teardrops now fall from my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joining rivers of sadness below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of your smile and my heartbeat slows down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you and need you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lights won't stay on without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sit here alone in this park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want so to hold you and never let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so alone in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-4441523264285041490?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/4441523264285041490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=4441523264285041490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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all I don't give a shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can have it the whole fucking lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The money the house the cars and the boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take every damned thing that I've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You fucked up my life from the day you walked in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I only have myself to blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blinded by beauty I just couldn't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being with you was insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my friends called me crazy my kids turned away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all knew you were one big mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish now I'd listened and made the right choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't and love turned to hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So go fuck yourself you X rated bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets face it you fucked all the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You left nothing here for anyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucking ripped it right out of my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now fuck it all I don't give a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got it the whole fucking lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The money the cars the house and the boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that they choke you you slut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-873962619564139129?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/873962619564139129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=873962619564139129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/873962619564139129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/873962619564139129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it!'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3032511752470782877</id><published>2011-08-03T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:43:01.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJb0QSrNlWo/Tjnc9Ul5atI/AAAAAAAAAmY/362B7bL-O5c/s1600/Isabella.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJb0QSrNlWo/Tjnc9Ul5atI/AAAAAAAAAmY/362B7bL-O5c/s320/Isabella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636779354688678610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't get to see her again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its tearing my heart into bits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought that I won't see those eyes any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is so painful it makes me feel sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul falls in sorrow today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This emptiness grows deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lit up my life as her mother before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And left me with nowhere to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I won't get to see her again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the lies and deception have won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stare at her picture and long for her smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all blurs for the tears have begun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-3032511752470782877?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3032511752470782877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3032511752470782877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3032511752470782877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3032511752470782877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-her.html' title='Missing Her'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJb0QSrNlWo/Tjnc9Ul5atI/AAAAAAAAAmY/362B7bL-O5c/s72-c/Isabella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2114468131072135855</id><published>2011-08-03T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:40:31.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We wake up every morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We smile and say hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We jump up from our comfy bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off into the day we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We look up at the sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watch the traffic flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We smell the fragrance in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then catch a train below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We head off to our office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We run towards our schools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We push our trolleys through the shops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then shake our heads at fools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We take a break at lunch time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talk with all our friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laugh and joke and fool around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then back to work again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stumble through the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pack it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We take our places in the queue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we end our working day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We find our way down to the bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drink we laugh complain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wave goodbye and hit the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then wonder home again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We find the shower hot and clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We crawl back into bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watch TV we read a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then try to calm our head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder as we lived our day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did a thought once cross our mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those less fortunate than we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been kind&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/3858555869644202894-2114468131072135855?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-5271269459704535415</id><published>2011-08-03T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:39:43.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have a car but now I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The insurance man said it was fucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They ain't gonna pay me and the reason they said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the guy who was driving got booked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't mind so much but I loved that old car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It held lots of memories sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they took it away and they pulled it to bits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she's in every car on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once had a car but now she's no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In pieces all over the place, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've bought spare parts and drive past me some day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just might see a smile on my face&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/3858555869644202894-5271269459704535415?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/5271269459704535415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=5271269459704535415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/5271269459704535415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/5271269459704535415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-car.html' title='My Car'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2143312548610803166</id><published>2011-07-27T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:27:49.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My life is so fucked up my world such a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I touch turns to mud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to do any fucking thing right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But God help me I wish that I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I've loved has been taken away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every step that I take a pot hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reach out for love and I let down my guard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you are shredding my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what the fuck have I done in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That life should condemn me to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To leave me here rotting so deep in my sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting alone for deaths kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand what it is that life wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this drop in the ocean called me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does it keep me here day after day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much more fucked can I be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like I want to be who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like you gave me a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried and I've cried, I've called out to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these years and I've not heard your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don't give a fuck what you think any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to fall to my death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't throw me a line please just let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll thank you with my dying breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is so fucked up I'm over it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to be left alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So life here's the thing find somebody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take your hand off me, let me go home&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/3858555869644202894-2143312548610803166?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2143312548610803166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=2143312548610803166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2143312548610803166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2143312548610803166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-559160799044163241</id><published>2011-07-22T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:46:51.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The light so very far ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So clear so strong so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beam so straight beneath my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leads me out into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The darkness disappears within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A candles gentle flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The softest breeze against my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whispers out my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fear that lived within my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is gone from me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That light so very far ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will guide me on my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot see where each foot falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor can I feel my tread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will take each step in faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To that light so far ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that I could find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell you all goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when the sun came up today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It watched me slowly die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-559160799044163241?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/559160799044163241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=559160799044163241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/559160799044163241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/559160799044163241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/light.html' title='The Light'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-6006097729152688061</id><published>2011-07-14T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T03:19:58.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Toasted ham and cheese sandwiches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Butterfly's frogs and snails&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Dolls and train sets teddy bears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Your coat hanging on a nail&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Puppy dogs kittens goldfish bowls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Rabbits and guinea pigs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Raindrops falling on a summer night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Caterpillars crawling up twigs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Children lovers mums and dads&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Grandparents baby's and things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;White wedding cakes confetti and bells&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;A vow and a diamond ring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Prawn crackers lobster and curried crab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Coffee and cheesecake and scones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Flowers crickets and soft autumn leaves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Children and big ice cream cones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;There's so much in life to make people sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Don't let it make you feel blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Open your eyes and just look around&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Let the simple bring happy to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-6006097729152688061?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6006097729152688061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=6006097729152688061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6006097729152688061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6006097729152688061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-2041070763221100075</id><published>2011-07-14T02:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T02:47:51.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wonder what life would be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this man had never been born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people would never have met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many hats never worn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you would still be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would the lives of your friends be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many faces never revealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was not part of this game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you even care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well maybe you don't give a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as I don't interfere with your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm free to be just who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder just what you would do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I managed to turn back the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you woke up tomorrow and suddenly saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you have in your life disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why I feel this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does it tear me apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be so happy for all that I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I sit here with my broken my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder just who would be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had turned left and not right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many lives has this one man touched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since his first breath one dark summer night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-2041070763221100075?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/2041070763221100075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=2041070763221100075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2041070763221100075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/2041070763221100075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-9011851797658388242</id><published>2011-07-13T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:22:21.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your youth, remember it well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For it will all too soon be long gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those days when the pretty girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blushed at your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will soon be no more than a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll look back at life with a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You rolled with the good times and bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved all the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made friends with the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And enjoyed all the good times you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day there'll be sadness my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As your youth falls much further behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll remember the days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those lovers and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who now only live in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the good times will soon be no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hour hand moves faster as years roll along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you'll wake up one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All alone in your bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you'll wonder just where youth is gone&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/3858555869644202894-9011851797658388242?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/9011851797658388242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=9011851797658388242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/9011851797658388242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/9011851797658388242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/youth.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-6131956476205149788</id><published>2011-07-12T22:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:47:54.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaks my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eSmuC94iBQA/Th0xeD3DfnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/b_giwTZl7KI/s1600/Woman-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eSmuC94iBQA/Th0xeD3DfnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/b_giwTZl7KI/s320/Woman-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628709501785046642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still breaks my heart every time she walks by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she sees me she waves with that smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tears me apart that she'll never be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wish that she was for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day when I see her the sun shines for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get lost in a fantasy world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every shape every curve lights a fire deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'd love it if she were my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smell of her hair as she hugs me goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The touch of her face next to mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She kisses my cheek and time seems to slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a feeling that's oh so sublime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you not had that feeling deep down in your chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has your heart never once missed a beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you not know the difference between love and lust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or that feeling when sometimes they meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is everything all of my soul wants to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The power of life in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she'll never be mine but my god if she were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would let nobody tear us apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still breaks my heart every time she walks by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that smile makes a man want to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tears me apart that she cannot be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll hug her and kiss her goodbye &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/3858555869644202894-6131956476205149788?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/6131956476205149788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=6131956476205149788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6131956476205149788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/6131956476205149788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/breaks-my-heart.html' title='Breaks my heart'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eSmuC94iBQA/Th0xeD3DfnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/b_giwTZl7KI/s72-c/Woman-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3230032172710863694</id><published>2011-07-12T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:16:40.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far from me this girl I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet within my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She comes to me to be my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all that love can find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't see me in this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh I wish she could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To know that smile is there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would feel so very good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within her eyes I sometimes see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wish for something more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take her in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have her slowly close the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within her arms is everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aching heart desires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want her so my body burns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sink in lustful fires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I tell her how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not turn her away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smiling face lights up my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far from me this girl I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And never mine it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But every night she's here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I hold her in my dreams&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/3858555869644202894-3230032172710863694?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3230032172710863694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3230032172710863694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3230032172710863694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3230032172710863694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-far-from-me.html' title='So far from me'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8699027220371192662</id><published>2011-07-06T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:15:46.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys n drums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body aches my eyes are sore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My muscles feel like lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's all these monkey's banging dums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems so long since last I slept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind is not so sane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voices seem to whisper things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That grow inside my brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something grows so deep within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reaches everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell me I must change my ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I no longer care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just so bloody tired these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't make up my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I stay or should I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave you all behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Radiation therapy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might help me struggle through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not so sure I want that shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here upon this mountain top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of those I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And realise the one I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is somewhere far above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body aches my eyes are sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My muscles hang like lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's all these monkeys banging drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm wishing I was dead&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/3858555869644202894-8699027220371192662?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8699027220371192662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=8699027220371192662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8699027220371192662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/8699027220371192662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/monkeys-n-things.html' title='Monkeys n drums'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-1095377762912151152</id><published>2011-07-05T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T06:33:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralysed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1RaiI2fAgw/ThMSRbe393I/AAAAAAAAAls/ovhE4yhP5Eg/s1600/CarPhone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1RaiI2fAgw/ThMSRbe393I/AAAAAAAAAls/ovhE4yhP5Eg/s320/CarPhone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625860450160211826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;She sits and stares into my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Her hand rests here in mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Lips so gently parted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I want to cross that line&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Her hair hangs loosely down her back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;And on her shoulders bare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I want so much to hold her close&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Show her that I care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;She leans so close I want to cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Her breath against my cheek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;She wispers something in my ear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;My eyes begin to leak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Soft arms hold me close until&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Her heart beats deep in me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I want to scream into her soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Don't ever set me free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I taste her tears I want so much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;To tell her how I feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I want to hold her in my arms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;And show her love is real&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Now as she moves away from me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;My soul is filled with fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I have to find a way somehow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;To show her I am here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I didn't mean to drive so fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;As I came into that bend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Please God don't leave me here like this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Paralysed until the end&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-1095377762912151152?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/1095377762912151152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=1095377762912151152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1095377762912151152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/1095377762912151152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/paralysed.html' title='Paralysed'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1RaiI2fAgw/ThMSRbe393I/AAAAAAAAAls/ovhE4yhP5Eg/s72-c/CarPhone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-8295281308456337668</id><published>2011-07-03T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:10:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I'm home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I look out the window and suddenly see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I hate her so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that she's done stuff to make me feel bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's just that right mix of corrupt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's dirty she's smelly she gets on your nerves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll kiss you then take all you've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll lie to you steal from you make you feel great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she'll fuck you and leave you to rot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She leaves in your soul and indelible mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That identifies you as her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look out this window, its Sydney I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sadly I feel like I'm home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-8295281308456337668?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/8295281308456337668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-243630388195400652</id><published>2011-07-03T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:09:48.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POs0vlwjTQg/ThEEwMxVfWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bGLgzrWEVNE/s1600/A_dark-room2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POs0vlwjTQg/ThEEwMxVfWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bGLgzrWEVNE/s320/A_dark-room2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625282635670846818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my room ghostly fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up and down down my spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chill of winter covers me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the sun to shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mist is rising from the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As fog taps on the glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark shadows come to torture me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this night to pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moonlight fails to penetrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cloud that covers me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds of memories long gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just will not let me be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the whispers of the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling out my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blow everywhere within my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot play this game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I huddle deep within the warmth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of blankets on my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ghosts of winter reach for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They want me to be dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wait for morning silently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dawn can set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night is long but I am sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun will come for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-243630388195400652?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/243630388195400652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=243630388195400652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/243630388195400652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/243630388195400652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/07/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POs0vlwjTQg/ThEEwMxVfWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bGLgzrWEVNE/s72-c/A_dark-room2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3428187832791701979</id><published>2011-06-27T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T02:24:32.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a mother, to a sister, to a daughter, to a wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stared into the eyes of one who lived a violent life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched as fear turned into nothingness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As life flowed out in pools of blood and darkness claimed his soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I held him for I could do no more no less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hole within his chest was there because he threatened me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A single shot fired in the heat of war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We knew each other not as friends but friends we then became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I held him on that bloody jungle floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No words were spoken we both knew that neither should be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our eyes met in such sadness that I saw into his soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No medic came to help for they tended to our own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we understood a moment in that hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that we will meet again that God gives us a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To forgive each other for this dying place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His family should know he died protecting what he loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his tears left trails for them upon his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man was there to fight a war he didn't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't want to fight or mame or kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was odered to protect his land from those who came to steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll be with him forever on that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never made it back to those he loved so very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't speak a language that I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he told me all I need to know his eyes revealed his soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He handed me a photograph of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that you'll forgive me for taking him away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please understand that every night I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came to fight within a war we didn't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know I saw forgiveness in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stared into the eyes of one who didn't want to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched as his life slowly ebbed away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spilled his blood and darkness slowly came to claim his soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I held him and I hold him to this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-3428187832791701979?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3428187832791701979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3428187832791701979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3428187832791701979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3428187832791701979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-mother-to-sister-to-daughter-to-wife.html' title='To a mother, to a sister, to a daughter, to a wife'/><author><name>Michael Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04436050445654423983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gpIfMhxJak/SvqiqhXbM3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/36UaRX7xnO0/S220/Photo+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858555869644202894.post-3135308514213269016</id><published>2011-06-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:55:51.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Spoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCPSp_-_tK4/TgafmecQLWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nfMMqL6xLhA/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCPSp_-_tK4/TgafmecQLWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nfMMqL6xLhA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622356668174052706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A baby cries a mournful sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gutter in an alley in a street &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence echoes off the walls and windows close above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For death is something no-one cares to meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman lays so still and yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a movement there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clinging to life a newborn cries but that won't last for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The roaches and the cold will strip her bare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mother of this newborn child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vibrant life gone wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A needle spoon and lighter lay used up by her side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A busker in the distance sings a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tried so hard to be the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her family wanted her to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life is hard this world is tough and so much falls apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the needles contents set her spirit free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now she lays her life is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her baby follows soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born to a life of wealth and fame her world too often bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She dies from what was in her silver spoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the silence comes again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The babies cries are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far above the moon is slowly breaking through the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the busker sings another soulful song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858555869644202894-3135308514213269016?l=sadness101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadness101.blogspot.com/feeds/3135308514213269016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3858555869644202894&amp;postID=3135308514213269016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858555869644202894/posts/default/3135308514213269016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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