<?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-13028518</id><updated>2011-12-01T05:10:04.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Mediocer Poems &amp; Writings</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I will be posting poems, shrot stories, and other things that i write.  I don't know if I'm any good, so you tell me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115825191084818402</id><published>2006-09-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:38:30.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-heartedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Half-heartedness - by, Alyssa Paige&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sounds are pretty,&lt;br /&gt;don't mean a thing,&lt;br /&gt;but are oh so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;i listen half-heartedly,&lt;br /&gt;only with one ear,&lt;br /&gt;i smile dreamily,&lt;br /&gt;thinking sad thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;pushing back tears,&lt;br /&gt;but listening to,&lt;br /&gt;the pretty sounds,&lt;br /&gt;and smiling all the while,&lt;br /&gt;only to myself,&lt;br /&gt;no one else knows,&lt;br /&gt;and everything's a blur,&lt;br /&gt;only pretty sounds,&lt;br /&gt;and half-heartedness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115825191084818402?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115825191084818402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115825191084818402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115825191084818402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115825191084818402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/09/half-heartedness.html' title='Half-heartedness'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115825091621864712</id><published>2006-09-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:10:20.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life - by, Alyssa Murkin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever said it wouldn't be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why do we all expect it to be so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows nothing is fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the disapointment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why proclaim "That's not fair!", as if suprised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of corse it's not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just accept it, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said then done apperently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115825091621864712?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115825091621864712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115825091621864712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115825091621864712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115825091621864712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115824744948978677</id><published>2006-09-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:24:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Old House</title><content type='html'>This Old House - by, Alyssa Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old house,&lt;br /&gt;is caving in,&lt;br /&gt;the walls are still standing,&lt;br /&gt;but I feel its weight pushing down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confites of this same old place,&lt;br /&gt;day after day,&lt;br /&gt;make me wish it would colaps,&lt;br /&gt;and i could get away,&lt;br /&gt;but it holds a certain emotion,&lt;br /&gt;one which i'll never let go of,&lt;br /&gt;so here I stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old house,&lt;br /&gt;is caving in,&lt;br /&gt;the walls are still standing,&lt;br /&gt;but I feel its weight pushing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happend here,&lt;br /&gt;so many memories I could never forget,&lt;br /&gt;but now in its old age,&lt;br /&gt;and mine as well,&lt;br /&gt;all those times,&lt;br /&gt;seem only to be haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old house,&lt;br /&gt;is caving in,&lt;br /&gt;the walls are still standing,&lt;br /&gt;but i feel its weight pushing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'll do next,&lt;br /&gt;is still a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;when this house will finally fall,&lt;br /&gt;is unknown as well,&lt;br /&gt;I sit in ponderance of this world,&lt;br /&gt;and how all lives will end,&lt;br /&gt;and every minute i feel more and more compressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old house,&lt;br /&gt;is caving in,&lt;br /&gt;the walls are still standing,&lt;br /&gt;but I feel its weight pushing down,&lt;br /&gt;down,&lt;br /&gt;down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115824744948978677?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115824744948978677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115824744948978677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115824744948978677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115824744948978677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-old-house.html' title='This Old House'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115783711746581905</id><published>2006-09-09T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:29:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aboslutley HATE it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that where ever i go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone always has someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every boy and girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are holding hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are walking along together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get so infuriatingly jealous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it all feels so unfair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can't love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should they,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my heart says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my head says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never you pathetic loser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to drop to my knees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn up to the sky, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115783711746581905?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115783711746581905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115783711746581905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115783711746581905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115783711746581905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/09/jealous.html' title='Jealous'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115783677352863929</id><published>2006-09-09T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:19:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Abyss</title><content type='html'>this green abyss called earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just isn't worth all the fuss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why even bother?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why go on?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet look at how many people there are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more spcae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this green abyss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called EARTH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115783677352863929?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115783677352863929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115783677352863929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115783677352863929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115783677352863929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/09/green-abyss.html' title='Green Abyss'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115479608020567898</id><published>2006-08-05T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:41:20.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificate</title><content type='html'>The sky's so big,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's so bright,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel so dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass is so lush,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel quite drab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees are so tall,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel like nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds are so loud,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel like i'll never be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is so vast,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel completly insignificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone, somewhere,&lt;br /&gt; is thinking about me,&lt;br /&gt;cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that's&lt;br /&gt;what i keep telling myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115479608020567898?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115479608020567898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115479608020567898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115479608020567898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115479608020567898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/insignificate.html' title='Insignificate'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115479594131495758</id><published>2006-08-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:39:01.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachy</title><content type='html'>Peachy - by, Alyssa Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flood of&lt;br /&gt;death &amp;&lt;br /&gt;lies for a&lt;br /&gt;moment in&lt;br /&gt;eternity is&lt;br /&gt;peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{well i wrote this using my magnetic words set.  it sounds pretty random, and kind of is, but i'll explain what it means to me.  if it means somehting different to you, then so be it.}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{if death and lies only come for a moment in eternity, then it's fine.  because the world needs good and evil to balace out.  sort of like noahs arc i suppose.  it took a terible flood, but then after that things were fine.  though i suppose that didn't last for very long, considering the affairs going on in the world today.  so if a flood of death and lies is upon us, it will soon be fine, for it's only a moment in eternity.}}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115479594131495758?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115479594131495758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115479594131495758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115479594131495758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115479594131495758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/peachy.html' title='Peachy'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115479582791422124</id><published>2006-08-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:37:07.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>The Storm - by, Alyssa Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain&lt;br /&gt;You're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You comfort me&lt;br /&gt;So beautifuly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thunder rumbles&lt;br /&gt;As lightening tumbels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds all hover&lt;br /&gt;As if to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see through&lt;br /&gt;Straight through to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dark too early&lt;br /&gt;But I do not worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain&lt;br /&gt;You're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115479582791422124?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115479582791422124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115479582791422124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115479582791422124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115479582791422124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474834364414846</id><published>2006-08-04T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:25:43.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia Paranoia</title><content type='html'>O.o           i just felt&lt;br /&gt;   someone&lt;br /&gt;             TOUCH MY                   BACK&lt;br /&gt;    i swear i did&lt;br /&gt;           was it him?&lt;br /&gt;      or was it only        you&lt;br /&gt;                 YOU'RE MOCKING                                ME&lt;br /&gt;          god damn it, leave           me alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115474834364414846?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474827333659896</id><published>2006-08-04T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:24:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat</title><content type='html'>Heat - by, Alyssa Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bodie is warm&lt;br /&gt;i've had to much sun&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if&lt;br /&gt;i'm radiating heat&lt;br /&gt;don't get to close&lt;br /&gt;i just might burn you&lt;br /&gt;i touch my hand&lt;br /&gt;to my bare skin&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't feel&lt;br /&gt;natural&lt;br /&gt;is there nothing to&lt;br /&gt;releave me&lt;br /&gt;does anyone have&lt;br /&gt;a bucket of&lt;br /&gt;cold water&lt;br /&gt;i want to cover&lt;br /&gt;my face&lt;br /&gt;away from light&lt;br /&gt;keep me&lt;br /&gt;hidden&lt;br /&gt;keep me&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;enough heat&lt;br /&gt;enough is always&lt;br /&gt;too much&lt;br /&gt;so burry me&lt;br /&gt;in the cool&lt;br /&gt;cool earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115474827333659896?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115474827333659896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115474827333659896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474827333659896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474827333659896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/heat.html' title='Heat'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474822099885969</id><published>2006-08-04T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:23:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up the Hill</title><content type='html'>--UP THE HILL--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking across the pavment.&lt;br /&gt;Onto grass,&lt;br /&gt;onto gravle.&lt;br /&gt;Go on up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;Must take it all in,&lt;br /&gt;soak up my surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;What to see,&lt;br /&gt;what to find.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK,&lt;br /&gt;empty Gatorade bottle.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK,&lt;br /&gt;bleachers,&lt;br /&gt;and no one to sit.&lt;br /&gt;Lets watch the game.&lt;br /&gt;The shadows play,&lt;br /&gt;racing around one another.&lt;br /&gt;Lood down,&lt;br /&gt;next to the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;A puffy white dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;Shall I make a wish?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;WISH&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115474822099885969?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115474822099885969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115474822099885969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474822099885969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474822099885969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/up-hill.html' title='Up the Hill'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474797572511025</id><published>2006-08-04T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:35:43.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>How many letters,&lt;br /&gt;have i written to you,&lt;br /&gt;that you have never&lt;br /&gt;read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than i can&lt;br /&gt;count on my&lt;br /&gt;fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings a tear to my&lt;br /&gt;eye,&lt;br /&gt;that you'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;all the things&lt;br /&gt;i've ever thought about&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;ever thought to tell&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;almost every waking moment&lt;br /&gt;in my life,&lt;br /&gt;and many in my&lt;br /&gt;nonwaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tugs at my heart,&lt;br /&gt;rips at my soul,&lt;br /&gt;because i know&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;never know&lt;br /&gt;what i wish you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances have arose,&lt;br /&gt;hovered in the air,&lt;br /&gt;and drifted away,&lt;br /&gt;before i could ever&lt;br /&gt;get the nerve&lt;br /&gt;to spill my guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For too,&lt;br /&gt;too long,&lt;br /&gt;I've felt like this,&lt;br /&gt;felt like shit,&lt;br /&gt;for all the wrong&lt;br /&gt;reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How may letters,&lt;br /&gt;have i written to you,&lt;br /&gt;that you have never&lt;br /&gt;read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the number,&lt;br /&gt;add one more&lt;br /&gt;to the count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115474797572511025?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115474797572511025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115474797572511025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474797572511025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474797572511025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474817464833895</id><published>2006-08-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:22:54.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>club LIFE</title><content type='html'>-Club LIFE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a member here,&lt;br /&gt;if only a junior member,&lt;br /&gt;but it makes no difference,&lt;br /&gt;I still had to pay my dues to get in this place,&lt;br /&gt;I still have a right,&lt;br /&gt;I still have a say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so innocent,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so imature,&lt;br /&gt;I can see what this life is like,&lt;br /&gt;regardless to if it can see me,&lt;br /&gt;it's not a pretty sight,&lt;br /&gt;thought neither am I,&lt;br /&gt;nothing is pretty,&lt;br /&gt;but I still have a right,&lt;br /&gt;I still have a say,&lt;br /&gt;I may a junior member,&lt;br /&gt;but I&lt;br /&gt;PAYED MY FUCKING DUES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115474817464833895?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115474817464833895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115474817464833895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474817464833895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474817464833895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/club-life.html' title='club LIFE'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474777256772700</id><published>2006-08-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:16:12.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;highway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretching ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretching behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how long the ride will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would ruin the feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of just driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the trees roll by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the back seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs curlled under me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gentle bump of the ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coaxing my eyes to close.&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/13028518-115474777256772700?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115474777256772700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115474777256772700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474777256772700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474777256772700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/ride.html' title='The Ride'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474680602568179</id><published>2006-08-04T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:00:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clock</title><content type='html'>tick&lt;br /&gt;tock&lt;br /&gt;tick&lt;br /&gt;tock&lt;br /&gt;stop that you&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;drip&lt;br /&gt;drop&lt;br /&gt;drip&lt;br /&gt;drop&lt;br /&gt;damn this noise&lt;br /&gt;i've nowhere to keep&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to keep my weary head&lt;br /&gt;no place to fall when all strength is gone&lt;br /&gt;and no one to be there when i need it most&lt;br /&gt;tick&lt;br /&gt;tock&lt;br /&gt;tick&lt;br /&gt;tock&lt;br /&gt;are you my only friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115474680602568179?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115474680602568179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115474680602568179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474680602568179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474680602568179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/clock.html' title='The Clock'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474641501966968</id><published>2006-08-04T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:57:08.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetic Poetry</title><content type='html'>{{these are some poems i've done useing those magnetic words that all come in a little box. anyway, i'll post a few that i actually like.}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"the winter sea under&lt;br /&gt;a lazy sun like weak&lt;br /&gt;love crushed by an iron&lt;br /&gt;aching void"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a light cry&lt;br /&gt;wet in blood&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sadness&lt;br /&gt;in this mad&lt;br /&gt;dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i fall in you through time&lt;br /&gt;delirious beneath you&lt;br /&gt;shining knife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"worshipe power&lt;br /&gt;delicately and&lt;br /&gt;sweet as the&lt;br /&gt;love of what&lt;br /&gt;is not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"girl in purple&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous but&lt;br /&gt;repulsive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"manipulate lazy&lt;br /&gt;summer fingers&lt;br /&gt;on cool bare skin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115474641501966968?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115474641501966968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115474641501966968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474641501966968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474641501966968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/magnetic-poetry.html' title='Magnetic Poetry'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-115474622953764405</id><published>2006-08-04T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:51:59.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>Oh what a sweet sound&lt;br /&gt;babbling brook teases me&lt;br /&gt;I wait to here it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Airplane flys over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cutting through the clear blue sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watch it pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I sit all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;no one here to comfort me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh dear what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much to loud for me&lt;br /&gt;i long for no sound at all&lt;br /&gt;but it pounds my skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{{these are some haikus i wrote.}}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-115474622953764405?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/115474622953764405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=115474622953764405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474622953764405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/115474622953764405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/08/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-114739777193460515</id><published>2006-05-11T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:36:11.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father &amp; Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A young child walks over to his father and is trying to tell him something.  The father hangs up his cell phone and wipes his hands across his face as if truly exhausted.  The child looks at his father expectantly, but the man's head is down in his hands.  In this moment I feel sorry for both father and child.  But then I turn away and think to myself, "Why should I even care?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-114739777193460515?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/114739777193460515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=114739777193460515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/114739777193460515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/114739777193460515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/05/father-son.html' title='Father &amp; Son'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-114280878288459084</id><published>2006-03-19T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:54:19.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Never Experienced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{i really wrote this to be a song, but i havn't put the words to music yet. so i figured in the mean time i would post it here. been at work fine-tuning it for a little while, but i'm happy with it now.}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many memories that never really happened,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That are just inside my head,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz i live so much in my own little world, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sucluded that i can't even tell fact from fiction anymore,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So over and over I'm forced to relive,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All these memories never experienced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-114280878288459084?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/114280878288459084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=114280878288459084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/114280878288459084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/114280878288459084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/03/memories-never-experienced.html' title='Memories Never Experienced'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-114011907547064699</id><published>2006-02-16T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:45:50.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{written on 11-23-05}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Empty skies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;empty like my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All thoughts are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need no thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need the still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comforting me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caressing me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numbing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am nothing in this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as the single leaf &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that falls slowly to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is nothing compared to the huge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;towering tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-114011907547064699?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/114011907547064699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=114011907547064699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/114011907547064699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/114011907547064699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/02/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-113909506035665920</id><published>2006-02-04T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:17:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voices through the trees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whispering sweet things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promising so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in truth what will they bring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The faintest sound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That means so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting quietly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wait to hear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disturbance in the distance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interfering with my trance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still I wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till darkness falls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bringing its peaceful spell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upon the land,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I sit and smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To myself and to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-113909506035665920?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/113909506035665920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=113909506035665920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/113909506035665920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/113909506035665920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/02/voices.html' title='Voices'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-113692126750070959</id><published>2006-01-10T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:27:47.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lights are out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Trapeze Swinger plays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the window is open, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a strong wind blows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but comes in gentle though the screen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a chill that feels so comforting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hear the trees moving outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sky is filled with stars, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filling my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i must depart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-113692126750070959?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/113692126750070959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=113692126750070959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/113692126750070959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/113692126750070959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2006/01/evening.html' title='Evening'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-112138397539807656</id><published>2005-07-14T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:32:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i didn't date this so i can't remember when i wrote it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music plays,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;through my head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one line,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;over and over,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pounding at my skull,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;till it puts me to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-112138397539807656?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/112138397539807656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=112138397539807656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/112138397539807656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/112138397539807656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2005/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-112112886833782905</id><published>2005-07-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:42:12.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything feels wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Everything feels wrong, my head feels wrong, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;my stomach feels wrong, the way I walk feels wrong, the way I talk feels wrong, everything around me is just so out of place, all I need is to find the right space, to lay my head, or am I already dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote that tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-112112886833782905?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/112112886833782905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=112112886833782905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/112112886833782905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/112112886833782905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2005/07/everything-feels-wrong.html' title='Everything feels wrong'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-112061455405533679</id><published>2005-07-05T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:53:34.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my latest writing</title><content type='html'>i wrote this just tonight. it means a lot to me, but that's just because i was there. i hope that it is liked by others too. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am outside because the rain has stopped, but not throughout the trees, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;because the tree frogs are calling to me so loudly but not harshly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;because the lightning bugs flash in the pale dusk light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;because the birds are sweetly twittering their good-nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;because it just feels right.&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/13028518-112061455405533679?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/112061455405533679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=112061455405533679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/112061455405533679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/112061455405533679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-latest-writing.html' title='my latest writing'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-111758086289533218</id><published>2005-05-31T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:07:42.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this next poem i wrote on, 4-30-05.  almost one month ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The gray clouds linger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The leaves rustle mournfully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The air is chill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The ground is damp, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Light is nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-111758086289533218?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/111758086289533218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=111758086289533218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111758086289533218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111758086289533218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-next-poem-i-wrote-on-4-30-05.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-111720223312586053</id><published>2005-05-27T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T06:59:55.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT, finally.....</title><content type='html'>well, i've got some to post now! im just gonna post my things in the order i wrote them. well, at least the ones in this one notebook i have. anyway, this one i wrote 4-28-05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENJOY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The wind blows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The pollen falls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It feels poluted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rain comes for a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We feel clean again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-111720223312586053?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/111720223312586053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=111720223312586053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111720223312586053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111720223312586053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2005/05/next-finally.html' title='NEXT, finally.....'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-111661407646987667</id><published>2005-05-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:34:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Writing</title><content type='html'>i wrote this little story thing last night, like right as it was happening. i just write things to express my feelings. so, this is it. [written 5-19-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENJOY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One evening when it was dark and dreary, I still found beauty and wonder in the world around me. I sat in my desk chair with my lights dimmed and my music playing very softly. My window was cracked open just about two inches. I leaned forward with my forehead propped against the sill, just thinking, when suddenly I realized how wonderful the rain smelled. And how beautiful and harmonious the tree frogs really sounded. I usually don't like dreary weather, but this night was different. It wasn't just dreary, it was a new world. A new world in which I found comfort, joy, and amazement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-111661407646987667?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/111661407646987667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=111661407646987667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111661407646987667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111661407646987667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2005/05/short-writing.html' title='Short Writing'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-111653586152819593</id><published>2005-05-19T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:51:03.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First POEM...</title><content type='html'>ok, for my fist poem is, well, this poem. it doesn't have a name, but i wrote it April 27, 2005. here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENJOY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night sky is black,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dark clouds stand out even darker against it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moon is shrouded in a misty haze,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A single star glimmers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silent hope is laid upon all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-111653586152819593?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/111653586152819593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=111653586152819593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111653586152819593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111653586152819593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-poem.html' title='First POEM...'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13028518.post-111652187914836327</id><published>2005-05-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T09:57:59.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem...</title><content type='html'>OK, so this is a blog site that i am going to post poems that i wrote for my friends and whatever (or whoever, i should say) can see them.  i don't know if i'm very good, but YOU (whoever reads this) tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13028518-111652187914836327?l=girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/feeds/111652187914836327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13028518&amp;postID=111652187914836327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111652187914836327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13028518/posts/default/111652187914836327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlofmanycolors.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahem.html' title='Ahem...'/><author><name>Alyssa Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04263746232668926488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e187/perfectlilprep/hope.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
