<?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-2727781700274158590</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:44:39.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Writing From The Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>"Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets." 
             -T.S. Eliot</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-1250773393059638495</id><published>2010-08-05T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:11:12.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me fall in love, you left me broken hearted, and then you made me love you all over again. What now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 508px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You made me fall in love&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;May 3rd, 2010 is a day i remember clearly, it's the day my life was saved. You saved me from my blindness, i thought you were wierd in sixth grade, but in sixth grade i was a diffrent person. i didnt know who my Romeo was and i didnt know that romeo existed, let alone was right in front of me. Phyllis gave me your number and it was about to turn into something that would affect us for the rest of our lives, we just thought it was going to just be a normal conversation but boy were we wrong! We talked constantly and the more we knew about eachother the more we were starting to fall in love. one problem, you had a girlfriend. when we both fell head over heels in love you dumped her. it really worried me because you dumped her for someone better, in the back of my mind i am afraid that you will find someone will all the bells and whistles and ill be left standing in the rain. Once we were talking about how we cant ever see eachother because of the distance and because of my parents, and i said: "ehhh its just like Romeo and Juliet" and you made my day by saying: "Yeah, except Romeo and Juliet can't text..." and the nicknames have stuck ever since. we had a communication issue because you got grounded so you didnt text me for weeks, i almost died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Left Me Heartbroken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;July 3rd, 2010. The day i died. you called me at 3:14am saying that you would be grounded for a long time and you know that this isn't going to work out. you said if there's someone that likes you, go for it. i couldnt go for it. i tried to date some people but that just made me realize that all i needed was you. i was left heartbroken and i didnt talk to anyone, i didnt think i could ever love anyone ever again. and i was right. you're the only person i have ever truely loved and could ever love. i was a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Then You Made Me Love You All Over Again&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;then one night at 2am, you texted me using Casey's phone saying that you didn't love me and i needed to get over you. all i could do was let you know that i love you forever and always and i will never get over you. I left you with one question; "Will Romeo and Juliet ever come back to life?" you said: "maybe." Thats all i needed. the next morning we realized that we couldnt breathe without eachother so we revived our relationship. I easily remembered why i fell in love with you and i fell hard under your spell. My friends told me what i was doing was wrong and immature and you're just a middle school crush, i just laughed at them and didn't give a damn what they thought. I was just so glad that we were together once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What now?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;That's an easy question, but took alot of contemplating and thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW, I LOVE YOU AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-1250773393059638495?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/1250773393059638495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-made-me-fall-in-love-you-left-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/1250773393059638495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/1250773393059638495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-made-me-fall-in-love-you-left-me.html' title='You made me fall in love, you left me broken hearted, and then you made me love you all over again. What now?'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-7594406514349487178</id><published>2010-07-21T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:46:08.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>immortal to pain</title><content type='html'>i lay in bed with my eyes wide open, almost as if they had been blinded by the bright California sun.&amp;nbsp; my window is open which is very odd considering the fact that i don't recall opening any windows before i went to bed that night.&amp;nbsp; a cool breeze brushes my cheek which would be normal but it didn't come from the direction of the window, it came from the wall.&amp;nbsp; a thick piece of plaster giving off wind? i don't think so.&amp;nbsp; i get up to investigate, what a mistake that was.&amp;nbsp; i climb out of bed and put on my bathrobe.&amp;nbsp; i can feel the floorboards creak underneath my toes and my hair flutters from the unusual breeze from the wall.&amp;nbsp; i grab a flashlight from my closet and i spot a piece of string at my door.&amp;nbsp; i go to pick it up and down the hall i see a full blown homicide trap with fish hooks, claws, and knives.&amp;nbsp; i let out a huge gasp and rub my eyes to see if I'm dreaming, nope this is pure reality.&amp;nbsp; i turn around to go back to bed but it seems to be growing like a germ inside of an infants weak body.i realize that there's nowhere else to go but i know that my life is now going to be very limited or non existent.&amp;nbsp; i decide to plunge toward the window to escape and i almost make it but a dark grey creature with bold bright yellow eyes and wet fur.&amp;nbsp; i barely murmur "hi." and the creature pushes me into hell city and i fall on top of the spikes and they squeeze into the marrow of my bones and I'm surrounded by a pool of blood.&amp;nbsp; i cry and my tears aren't your typical tears, I'm crying a river of hemoglobin and I'm freaking out.&amp;nbsp; i get up only to trip onto fish hooks and they are now sinking into my spine and they hook onto the floorboards so i cant get up, I'm a fighter though so i try to force my body to uproot from the floor and a layer of skin comes off.&amp;nbsp; i scream but no sound is released from my blood stained lips and the creature throws me down the hallway and i land in a sea of poisonous snakes who bite my toes and sink their venom into my brain.&amp;nbsp; i look at my reflection in the mirror and my once jet black hair s now icy blond and my eyes aren't blue anymore, they are bold bright and yellow.&amp;nbsp; i am now the creature i feared a few seconds ago.&amp;nbsp; there is no escape, no loophole, no way out of this.&amp;nbsp; i am immortal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-7594406514349487178?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/7594406514349487178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/07/immortal-to-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/7594406514349487178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/7594406514349487178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/07/immortal-to-pain.html' title='immortal to pain'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-8229151807296703709</id><published>2010-07-05T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:49:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewal, what is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renewal.&amp;nbsp; Its something everyone has to do at some point in their life.&amp;nbsp; maybe a good time would be getting a new job, suffering a bad breakup, or getting rid of old people in our lives.&amp;nbsp; whatever it is, it made you stop and think for a minute, commonly known as an epiphany.&amp;nbsp; it makes you look at life&amp;nbsp;from a different perspective and&amp;nbsp;makes you want to change.&amp;nbsp; change, what is that? well it depends on your particular situation, whatever it is you set a goal. whether that be&amp;nbsp;exercising your way to a size 6, eating healthier,&amp;nbsp;being happier, or accepting that you cant be perfect at everything.&amp;nbsp; I'm at a point where i need to have&amp;nbsp;some major renewing in order to be happy again.&amp;nbsp; my friends have helped me, some have showed me that i should kick them out of my life for good, and others have encouraged me to&amp;nbsp;do my best,&amp;nbsp;which showed me that they are going to be in my life a whole lot longer.&amp;nbsp; I was starting to be okay with having an average job as a Spanish teacher, which would give up on the whole lawyer dream.&amp;nbsp; my friend, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Jessalynne&lt;/span&gt; stepped in and said: hey! this isn't the Caitlin i know, anything is possible.&amp;nbsp; your in charge of your own destiny, you have the power to decide whether or not you want to make a difference in the world or if you just want to be the bum on the side of the road.&amp;nbsp; she convinced me that i have &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of potential to make a difference in the world, and in the economy.&amp;nbsp; so I'm going to get all A's in hopes of getting accepted to Harvard law.&amp;nbsp; its in your hands now, will you be successful in the world or will you constantly be a failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-8229151807296703709?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/8229151807296703709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/07/renewal-what-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/8229151807296703709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/8229151807296703709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/07/renewal-what-is-it.html' title='Renewal, what is it?'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-5646847531313271778</id><published>2010-06-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:02:48.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Doesn't Happen (not in your world anyway)</title><content type='html'>Change.&amp;nbsp; It's not something that happens in a blink of an eye, doesn't travel at the speed of light, and nothing you can say will make it differ.&amp;nbsp; you say that your a changing man, plans are easier explained than done.&amp;nbsp; that's all it is, a plan.&amp;nbsp; its like when&amp;nbsp;your in high school and you start a band with your friends but the farthest it ever gets is open mic night at a smoothie shack.&amp;nbsp; why did i change you might ask.&amp;nbsp; i didn't change, just sick and tired of you promising me to do all these amazing things and we'll ride in a carriage as the sun sets over the horizon.&amp;nbsp; i have a boyfriend, so why even try? even if i was unattached, your fantasy wouldn't become a reality.&amp;nbsp; its time for me to start living and as long as your around i might as well be a cadaver.&amp;nbsp; no offense, i mean i just love how you call me stupid, worthless, and a few other words that i don't need to mention.&amp;nbsp; you had your chance once before then you went and messed it up because i wasn't up to your standards as far as age goes.&amp;nbsp; one year, one grade, a thousand hearts broken by the infamous m.w.&amp;nbsp; Did i ever thank you for totally messing up my heart, brain, and life?&amp;nbsp; remind me next time, oh wait, there isn't going to be a next time.&amp;nbsp; I'm brushing off my knees and getting up off the ground that you kindly pushed me onto.&amp;nbsp; I don't think it takes that much effort to just leave me alone and stop calling me, but I'm lying.&amp;nbsp; I kind of like it when you text me and say "hey".&amp;nbsp; I need to teach myself to vomit at the thought of receiving a text message from thee.&amp;nbsp; you told me to move on and i did then you get mad when i don't exactly want you when you change your poor excuse for a mind.&amp;nbsp; Don't treat me the same as those girls, don't treat me any different either.&amp;nbsp; When you see me you act as if I'm just some girl waiting for my pizza in the lunch line, well your wrong.&amp;nbsp; I don't like pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, change doesn't happen.&amp;nbsp; (not in your world anyway)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-5646847531313271778?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/5646847531313271778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/change-doesnt-happen-not-in-your-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/5646847531313271778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/5646847531313271778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/change-doesnt-happen-not-in-your-world.html' title='Change Doesn&apos;t Happen (not in your world anyway)'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-2985507771241749824</id><published>2010-06-14T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:23:12.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brighter Manana</title><content type='html'>my name is Maria&lt;br /&gt;I am a pessimist,&lt;br /&gt;or so they tell me&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;might you ask&lt;br /&gt;well that's a good question&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when i will find&lt;br /&gt;out the truth behind all the lies &lt;br /&gt;of the past, present, and future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past.&lt;br /&gt;looking through my past&lt;br /&gt;isn't so easy you see&lt;br /&gt;Ive been scarred by life&lt;br /&gt;and life itself has been scarred by me&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard every waking moment &lt;br /&gt;of each individual day&lt;br /&gt;to not let all the evils from these past days &lt;br /&gt;to&amp;nbsp;diminish my soul&lt;br /&gt;i am a failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present.&lt;br /&gt;"don't think about things so much,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the little things in life"&lt;br /&gt;is what the wise one once told me&lt;br /&gt;much easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;we have so many "great" things in life&lt;br /&gt;war. evil. the devil.&lt;br /&gt;the devil is just a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;if you worry about him,&lt;br /&gt;he will be in your presence for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully its brighter than i expect&lt;br /&gt;i will stay up a thousand nights if it means &lt;br /&gt;manana is bright like a ray of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;manana isn't looking up&lt;br /&gt;for this chicka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray to God that life is more than it seems&lt;br /&gt;after all,&lt;br /&gt;don't judge a book by its cover&lt;br /&gt;all we can do is hope for&lt;br /&gt;A Brighter Manana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-2985507771241749824?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/2985507771241749824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/brighter-manana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/2985507771241749824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/2985507771241749824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/brighter-manana.html' title='A Brighter Manana'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-8749988221832566451</id><published>2010-06-12T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:56:57.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog!!! It's called The Great Ink Challenge where i write something that im doubting on my hand, take a picture, post it every day until I am fully satisfied and have no doubts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-8749988221832566451?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/8749988221832566451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/8749988221832566451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/8749988221832566451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-5381034480747877229</id><published>2010-06-07T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:43:30.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOO!  (computers stink!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my gosh.&amp;nbsp; okay so my computer decided to lose &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;wifi&lt;/span&gt; or whatever so my dad had to reset it and it deleted ALL of my documents!!!!&amp;nbsp; I had like 23 originals that weren't copied anywhere else!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; this is exactly why&amp;nbsp;Steve jobs and bill gates should get together and make sure this doesn't happen anymore!!!!! ugh....i kill &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;interwebz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS computers stink:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Peace and Bullets;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Caitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-5381034480747877229?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/5381034480747877229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/noooooo-computers-stink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/5381034480747877229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/5381034480747877229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/noooooo-computers-stink.html' title='NOOOOOO!  (computers stink!)'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-4858818626544670980</id><published>2010-06-05T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:46:08.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Like A Bullet Proof Vest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love. Every one has experienced it and now&amp;nbsp;we all think the same thing. Love is like a bullet proof vest. You feel safe and secure when it’s there, and no matter how many layers of clothes you have on, it will always be there. Many boys have bulleted my vest but now my bullet proof vest is scarred and shabby. My Romeo came to my rescue and stitched all of the bullet marks. If your Romeo ever undoes those stitches; us girls just can’t take it anymore as our vests fall to the ground and vanish. At least that’s what we originally think. When in reality, it just becomes translucent and our vests become thicker so we don’t let anyone hurt us but we also don’t let anyone love us either. Guys say that girls are the most complex species to ever roam this earth, but really boys are the most confused species to roam this earth. Let me break it down for you; we like being called beautiful, when we say we are hurt most likely were not we just want you to care for us, if we call you sweetie we would love you to call us sweetie, and we hate the smell of axe. Don’t apply this to every girl like you boys tend to do, this is just from personal experiences. Lots of people say that teenagers are too young to know how to spell love, however you are wrong. L-O-V-E. I am thirteen years of age and yet I spelled it perfectly without stuttering. You mind and body progress as you age, your heart never changes a bit. So think next time before you tell someone madly in love that theyre wrong, it doesn’t help them it just makes them want to prove you wrong, and eventually they do. Its called marriage. So guys to sum it up for you; love is like a bullet proof vest, just so many bullets until your vest bursts open and you come undone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-4858818626544670980?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/4858818626544670980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-is-like-bullet-proof-vest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/4858818626544670980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/4858818626544670980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-is-like-bullet-proof-vest.html' title='Love Is Like A Bullet Proof Vest'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-1900626506449025777</id><published>2010-06-05T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:08:23.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niagara Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The falls come crashing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;On all the curious faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You see not one frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Mist spraying on my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Ma is shielding her perfectly pampered hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Michael and I take off our hoods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Letting water drench our faces; pale as white paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Pa takes out his&amp;nbsp;personal camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Handing its delicacy over to a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Risking danger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;SNAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The man takes our picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;As he flashes us a genuine smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;We all laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And frown in our souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;At the thought of the ride being done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Holding in our hearts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Our trip to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-1900626506449025777?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/1900626506449025777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/niagara-falls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/1900626506449025777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/1900626506449025777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/06/niagara-falls.html' title='Niagara Falls'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-919871412318602236</id><published>2010-06-03T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:44:13.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Ink Published Me</title><content type='html'>Yay!!!&amp;nbsp; My short story One Letter, One City, A Thousand Miles was posted on an online literary journal website!&amp;nbsp; This makes me realize that I am just that closer to getting published!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-919871412318602236?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-8962064199039597135</id><published>2010-05-29T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:03:07.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Time Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Your such a player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Then you go and complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;About how i suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Well honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;No ones telling you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And wait for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Worth while to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You said that you love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;But soon enough she's going to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Your lying and trying ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Of being just plain rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You loan out your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;To anyone who comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;So don't cry when you get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Because no one will be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;To give you a band-aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Your not a little kid anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;So it's time to really grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;So when you see me at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Don't act like I'm just a regular girl in the lunch line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Don't pretend that me knowing your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Is a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Believe me, its a punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;p.s. i don't want to hug you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-8962064199039597135?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/8962064199039597135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-time-heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/8962064199039597135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/8962064199039597135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-time-heartbreak.html' title='Big Time Heartbreak'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-9015942242529484846</id><published>2010-05-28T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:31:27.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing "Sincerely"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Sincerely" is a book that my manager (Phyllis Knickles) and I are writing together.&amp;nbsp; It's where we write a letter to our boyfriends every day until our journals are completely filled with our feelings, emotions, and our love for our boyfriends.&amp;nbsp; This is a new project we have just started so please be patient with us!&amp;nbsp; We are on the look out for a publisher, so please if you know of any contact us!&amp;nbsp; Thank you so much for all of your support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Peace and Bullets;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Caitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-9015942242529484846?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/9015942242529484846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/writing-sincerely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/9015942242529484846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/9015942242529484846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/writing-sincerely.html' title='Writing &quot;Sincerely&quot;'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-6162102690590251552</id><published>2010-05-28T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:21:09.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You always call me stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However that's not the case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may be as stubborn as a donkey,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And look like one too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But who's the one writing this poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for honors language arts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can dish it but can't take it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry that you're insecure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get a hobby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being rude isn't satisfying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just gets lame and boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody likes it when&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go and talk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Bout how stupid your friends are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try being better at having a good time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe even try smiling while not crushing those below you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd like to see that action go down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise me a front row seat with complimentary popcorn please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.s. Don't be insecure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So please stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wish you'd raise your self esteem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All your friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are starting to see the light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm not talking about the light of your ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insecurity is about as flattering as your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Blech&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel bad that you need to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put others down just so you can live with yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if I were you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't exactly love myself either&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a nice life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being insecure!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people are gonna come around to their senses &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and say three little words;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VISTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-6162102690590251552?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/6162102690590251552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/insecure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/6162102690590251552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/6162102690590251552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/insecure.html' title='Insecure'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-239023033580195276</id><published>2010-05-27T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:22:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Will Be Okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm two years old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your smiling putting pink bows in my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you tell I'm part of the family now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm smiling sucking on a peppermint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the beaming judge gave us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm five years old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your smiling handing me my breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you tell me school ain't so bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm smiling acting as a dike to hold back the waters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about to be released on my cheeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm eight years old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wondering how they could be so mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your smiling giving me your love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you tell me everything will be okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hesitating but somehow you convince me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it will blow over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot all them names they called me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i know I'm laughing by dawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ten years old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leaving all my friends for a new town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you smile and loan me a million hugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its a new school and I'm scared no one will like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you give me that extra boost i need to survive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm smiling holding my planner with my head held high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now I'm thirteen years old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i got a boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you worry about losing me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but its a part of growing up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and something you don't know is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think were gonna last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm smiling at you holding back the tears &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeling your pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i say to you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything will be okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-239023033580195276?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/239023033580195276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/everything-will-be-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/239023033580195276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/239023033580195276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/everything-will-be-okay.html' title='Everything Will Be Okay'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-3950705052673900305</id><published>2010-05-26T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:02:57.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demon at Dawson Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I saw her. The one who took my life away.&amp;nbsp; I saw her dark circles under her eyes, the way her jet black hair makes a pin look crooked, the way her cherry red lips sucked&amp;nbsp;the soul out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Today is June 3rd, 1947.&amp;nbsp; My name is Anna Martz, I am 14 years old and my best friend is Leah Smith.&amp;nbsp; We are joined at the hip, we never fight and we are never seen apart from one another.&amp;nbsp; Leah thought it would be fun to go to Dawson Park which is supposedly haunted, we think otherwise.&amp;nbsp; Or at least that is what we thought at the time.&amp;nbsp; There's a glow off the pavement from the splatters of rain crashing down onto the street.&amp;nbsp; I invite Leah to go on the swing set with me.&amp;nbsp; We are having a great time laughing and giggling about things we will surely forget five minutes later.&amp;nbsp; We roll down the grassy hill side not caring about our nice church clothes getting destroyed, Mama hates it when I ruin my church clothes.&amp;nbsp; I hear a whisper coming from the trees saying; "Go. You better turn back now...before it's too late."&amp;nbsp; I thought it was just one of the mean boys teasing us, boy was I wrong.&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden, Leah lets out a short hysterical yelp.&amp;nbsp; I turn around to see a figure holding Leah.&amp;nbsp; The figure is definitely from the other side, and is definitely a girl.&amp;nbsp; She has big dark purple circles under her eyes.&amp;nbsp; I am in total awe at her appearance, the way her jet black hair makes a pin look crooked, the way her lips make the pigment of a cherry suddenly seem dull.&amp;nbsp; She pounces on Leah lip syncing some words in a foreign launguage.&amp;nbsp; Now as I stare back at Leah, she is suddenly not the same.&amp;nbsp; She now has honey blonde hair and her lips are sparkling like glitter in the sunlight.&amp;nbsp; The "demon" stares me down, it seems she's not giving up until I blink.&amp;nbsp; I finally gave in and blinked.&amp;nbsp; That was when I had all the life in me sucked out and possesed by a demon.&amp;nbsp; Leah and I now join the demon, whose name is Ellie.&amp;nbsp; Except for the part of sucking our souls out of our bodies, she seems extremely nice, especially for a demon.&amp;nbsp; Leah and I are living in fear and worry every moment of every day.&amp;nbsp; We fear that Ellie won't turn out to be as nice and might turn us into dust, we worry that our families and loved ones are frantically searching for us.&amp;nbsp; They are probably spending every penny in their pockets looking for clues as to where we might have gone.&amp;nbsp; The thing that scares me the most though is if they even get a lead as to what happened, we will have to defeat their souls.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget that day at Dawson Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-3950705052673900305?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-6851223704108084286</id><published>2010-05-25T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:32:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Letter, One City, A Thousand Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few months ago, if you would have asked me what was important to me i would have told you; writing, Jessalynne, Ashley,&amp;nbsp;Shannon, and texting.&amp;nbsp; I now have gratefully added something inspirational to the list.&amp;nbsp; You.&amp;nbsp; You are my everything.&amp;nbsp; I would go through any battle or forks in the road to hunt you down.&amp;nbsp; You go to MWMS, I go to MVMS.&amp;nbsp; We are just one letter away from being together forever.&amp;nbsp; How could one letter, one city, feel like a thousand miles?&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, I am dumbfounded.&amp;nbsp; Last year you thought I hated you.&amp;nbsp; I was a wild child, I hated everyone and everything but secretly I didn't hate you.&amp;nbsp; I was clueless, the fact that you admired me totally flew over my head but now its hitting me hard right in the heart.&amp;nbsp; I feel like we have just fought World War III and solved world hunger.&amp;nbsp; One letter, One City, A Thousand Miles away from my Romeo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Juliet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-6851223704108084286?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I look at all of the crabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Gently nestled under rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Daring enough to pick one up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And feel it crawl on my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;ANd on this windy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I reflect on Phinney Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I perch on a rock seeing a seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;In the glittering water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Casually calling it over I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;What a fail that was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And on this sunny day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I reflect on Phinney Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The sun is setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Making the water sparkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Twinkling like Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;the vampire heart throb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And on this shining day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I reflect on Phinney Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-3706280645312932374?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/3706280645312932374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727781700274158590.post-8549984188463194858</id><published>2010-05-24T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:24:44.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Writing From The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a huge fan of youtube! I have been watching videos for a long time now and I realized that everyone has something that they are good at whether it be; acting, singing, writing, comedy, art, film, music, whatever. This caused me to contemplate my abilities and what I am good at. Then it hit me. I am a phenomenal writer. I have always just poured my feelings on paper and I just so happen to be good at it. So interwebz, I am officially starting Project: Writing From The Soul where I post poems or short stories that are explaining my heart and soul and what I am feeling. P.S. Subscribe or follow....I don't know how this works but I'll get better I pinky promise! (insert pinky here) haha! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace and Bullets;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caitlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727781700274158590-8549984188463194858?l=writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/feeds/8549984188463194858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-writing-from-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/8549984188463194858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727781700274158590/posts/default/8549984188463194858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingfromthesoulx.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-writing-from-soul.html' title='Project: Writing From The Soul'/><author><name>Queso Bonito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603132574119049934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
