<?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-5115057531951174681</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:37:45.410-05:00</updated><category term='glowing'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='die'/><category term='poem'/><category term='gun'/><category term='secret place'/><category term='death'/><category term='night'/><category term='Fire'/><category term='blood'/><category term='burning'/><category term='winter'/><category term='war'/><category term='owl'/><category term='gentle'/><category term='midnight'/><category term='drops'/><category term='soul'/><category term='candle'/><category term='one'/><category term='murder'/><category term='anger'/><category term='longing'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='peaceful night'/><category term='creeping'/><category term='sea foam'/><category term='floating'/><category term='empty'/><category term='translation'/><category term='scared'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='iridescent'/><category term='honeysuckle'/><category term='shoe'/><category term='winds'/><category term='depression'/><category term='danger'/><category term='hours'/><category term='dead'/><category term='falling'/><category term='breeze'/><category term='wanting'/><category term='german'/><category term='lilac'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='heartbroken'/><category term='darkness'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='fear'/><category term='brilliant'/><category term='snow'/><category term='love'/><category term='bullet'/><category term='poverty'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='perfect night'/><title type='text'>Pyro's Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-6936022586125106868</id><published>2008-09-25T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:26:42.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LoZ: Phantom Hourglass</title><content type='html'>I've certainly put lots of stuff about Zelda up lately haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I be talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass&lt;/span&gt; which is a totally awesome game. I finally decided to take the time to invest in something worthwhile for my Nintendo DS and it's a helluva time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the whole concept of making it strictly "touch only" you know, where you have to use your stylus for everything essentially. It's so different from every other game, but yet, it continues off of a great storyline (Wind Waker) which just makes it that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It introduces some new characters (Linebeck, "Grandpa"), and re-instates some old ones (Tetra, Link, Beedle) and it even incorporates a boss that ISN'T Ganon/Ganondorf! (Bellum) Essentially I think this is one of the better &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Legend of Zelda&lt;/span&gt; games.  It really seemed easy to me, I could figure out a lot of the puzzles within seconds, but at the same time it was still challenging. I know, that's a total contradiction of itself, but it's completely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, there was a part where you had to use a bomb to hit a switch otherwise you couldn't possibly make it across the bridge the switch made in time (the bomb gives you a head start so to speak), but yet, in another area, I had trouble avoiding boulders that rolled in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; path of eachother. And it wasn't because I wasn't paying attention, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did love the part about the different boat. The King of Red Lions just creeped me out, so I was personally glad he was gone, and with the new boat comes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt; bombs! *insert evil laughter* that and I could actually bomb a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seagull!&lt;/span&gt; I hated having to waste perfectly good bombs out at sea when I needed them for other things, so I'm quite pleased with their infiniteness (&lt;- I don't think that's a word. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's a great game, and I'm still not completely done with it, but I love all the little subplots and such that keep me from killing the final boss (well, one of them).  So yeah, it's a great game, even with its flaws (which I have yet to notice) and I'm going to go play it more. Good night ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-6936022586125106868?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/6936022586125106868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/6936022586125106868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/09/loz-phantom-hourglass.html' title='LoZ: Phantom Hourglass'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-2188302648347152475</id><published>2008-09-17T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:10:33.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time FTW</title><content type='html'>So I totally just beat the game after a week of playing it whenever I could. Hell, I cheated a little and used a walkthru to find all the dumb gold skultulas, but other than that, it was all me baby, all me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a great game, sure the graphics could use a little work, but it's old, it was for the N64 originally, but I've played it on both the GameCube and the N64, and I love it. Of course, Link is absolutely adorable, and he doesn't wear pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love most of the songs on the Ocarina that you get during gameplay, but what I have to wonder is, what happens when you get an upgraded item of an item you already have. Like, when Saria gives you that Ocarina, what does Link do with it when he gets the Ocarina of Time? Or when he gets the Longshot, what does he do with the Hookshot? I mean, does he just throw them away, or does he just, put them in a little hidey-hole somewhere off in Hyrule field?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the ending, you know, where Zelda decides to send him back to live life differently, I hope she realizes that no matter what happens, that's probably the way history would happen. Remember at the beginning the Deku tree was dying so he sent Navi to help Link? Well, if she sends him back to 7 years ago, then the Deku tree would STILL be dying, and Navi would find Link and he'd fulfill his destiny as the Hero of Time...again. Zelda is dumb in this game. Actually..she's dumb in every game, always getting kidnapped and used and stuff. Seriously, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's a great game, and I'm just totally in love with it, and of course, since I'm done with it, my friend wants to borrow it after hearing about how annoying Navi (Hey Listen!) is, and how just generally awesome the game is. (I've beaten it 4 times now. XD) So I said, "Fine, but I want to borrow Twilight Princess."&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I'm the only person who loves Zelda and hasn't played that game yet!  Sue me, I don't care, I WILL play Twilight Princess!! I will I say!&lt;br /&gt;Well, until next time, see ya later readers!&lt;br /&gt;-Pyro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-2188302648347152475?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/2188302648347152475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/2188302648347152475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/09/legend-of-zelda-ocarina-of-time-ftw.html' title='Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time FTW'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-4705394381444220624</id><published>2008-08-24T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:02:56.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker..wtf?</title><content type='html'>Alright, so it's a great game sure. It really is, the whole concept of controlling the winds and sailing is just awesome, even if you get seasick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;, it's still great. But the fact that little Princess Zelda is a KID in this game, when in fact she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREW UP&lt;/span&gt; in a couple of the other games does not make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to accept the fact that Princess Zelda is a kid, but it still pisses me off that they fucked it up. (They = Creators of Zelda) I've also decided that the Zelda in this game is but a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reincarnation&lt;/span&gt; of the Zelda we knew in past games, just as Link is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descendant&lt;/span&gt; of the original Link. There is no possible way/explanation that the Zelda and Link in this game are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; Zelda and Link from the very first game. Especially because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY GROW UP&lt;/span&gt; in Ocarina of Time. So ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done, back to playing my game now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-4705394381444220624?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/4705394381444220624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/4705394381444220624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/08/legend-of-zelda-wind-wakerwtf.html' title='The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker..wtf?'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-542635269727161114</id><published>2008-06-26T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:23:44.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims 2!!</title><content type='html'>So instead of a poem or short story, I give you THE SIMS 2 UPDATES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG totally awesome right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we have chapter 1 and 2 of my legacy that I just recently started! Ya'll know you want to read it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: &lt;a href="http://thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=224187&amp;amp;asset_type=story&amp;amp;user_id=4172422"&gt;http://thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=224187&amp;amp;asset_type=story&amp;amp;user_id=4172422&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: &lt;a href="http://thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=226451"&gt;http://thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=226451&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for finding the simselves, they're all on my sim page, and I have some houses as up as well. None of them are shown in the stories, but I just thought I'd get that off my chest. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll should totally rate them and give me comments on what I can do to improve and all that happy dandy stuff. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-542635269727161114?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/542635269727161114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/542635269727161114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/06/sims-2.html' title='Sims 2!!'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-5567403467282983759</id><published>2008-05-20T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:58:05.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>So..this one also has an owl in it, although it's COMPLETELY different from my last psychotic one, haha. Enjoy, oh, and if you're reading this (you'd better know who you are) I hope it sounds SLIGHTLY familiar, especially because it has you in it! I love you Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the shadow of night decended two wings glided silently above the snowy ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lone, young owl, searching for her prey was the only thing stirring in the starry night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gliding swiftly a few feet above the ground, she hears a mouse. &lt;em&gt;Yum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quickly turning towards the small sound, swooping low, her talons splayed to make the catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She seizes the mouse, clutching it tightly in her iron grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It squeals in dismay as she glides to the tree tops to find a perch to feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the while, another creature, a much more deadly creature, is watching in fascination. Never having seen her hunt before. &lt;em&gt;(you've made your entrance Bear)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A wraith among the shadows he hides in, his stell net glistening eerily in the starry night. His white teeth showing in his smile, and the glint in his eye evidence he loves to hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the owl finishes her meal, she swoops down silently, continuing her journey.  Something flashes before her eyes, and, before she knows it, she's caught in the hunters' net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Struggling and thrashing about for freedom, she's calmed surprisingly quickly with a few soft words. She's carried to a small cabin, nestled in the woods, and the warm breeze hits her ruffled feathers as the door opens enough to let the hunter and hunted into the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bear-like hunter moves into a corner of the room where a tall aviary sits, made just right for the owl to feel at home. He quickly and gently transfers her into the aviary, watching as she fluffs her reddish feathers up and then settles back down again. She looks back at her captor, stunned that he had actually caught her, &lt;em&gt;again, &lt;/em&gt;but knowing that the fight was over, that she was his once again, and going to stay that way for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sighing an owl-like sigh she turns her back to him, ruffling her reddish feathers as well; showing her annoyance. She hears his growl, she feels the soft breeze of the aviary door opening again, and she preens in delight, knowing that he wants her to be happy, but wanting her for himself as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She feels one of his great hands gently stroking her back, coaxing her to turn around, and when she does, she croons softly at him, making him smile and lift her gently out of the enclosure. He uses his free hand to stroak his goatee, deep in thought as he wonders over to the window. Without a thought, she flies out of his hand and alights on his shoulder, crooning softly in his ear as he stops by the big bay window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He turns his head, smiling at her, then goes back to his brooding, staring up at the moonless sky, brightly lit with stars, wishing for his freedom, and wanting her to be happy.. She follows his gaze up into the black sky, wishing for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; freedom, but wishing to keep her freedom and stay at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so it was just a little short story/poem thing-a-ma-bob, but I thought it was okay..go ahead and give me comments and critics and all that jazz. It's welcome, as long as you're telling me WHY you did or didn't like it, what I can do to improve, or just telling me that I'm awesome. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-5567403467282983759?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/5567403467282983759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/5567403467282983759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-8648038538794960648</id><published>2008-05-20T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:24:53.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl'/><title type='text'>Murder</title><content type='html'>So this is a creepy, disturbed, twisted poem..you should probably just skip over this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A fire burns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alone in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see the tiny glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A scented candle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;standing tall on the windowsill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A smell of lilac wafting by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in hushed tones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her parents speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whispering words of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To bad she must die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A smile plays upon her tiny lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as she closes her small eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She falls asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinking she's safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; lurk just outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a job to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a grisley one at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A small owl flies into the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;landing just inside her open window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It smells so fresh in here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like a garden in full bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look upon her sleeping form in wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hooting softly as I contemplate my task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tip my wing, lightly tapping the candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oops. To bad it had to end this way&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The candle falls onto her bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the flames already growing big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I quickly soar back into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with visions of her burning in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really have NO IDEA why I wrote that, and well..yeah, I think I probably need help. If you know a good psychiatrist or psychologist, please feel free to give me their number!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-8648038538794960648?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/8648038538794960648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/8648038538794960648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/05/murder.html' title='Murder'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-6759728170028781247</id><published>2008-05-12T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:33:38.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This feeling I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This dark feeling in my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel empty, consumed in hatred and depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just wish this life away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't bear to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel this hurt so deep, I feel my blood run cold with fear when I think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wanting things that are best left untouched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I need to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just want to find happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel this anger and hurt through my entire being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so empty and cold, on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't help but think that it's my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just need to know that you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know what I'd do without you, and here I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Without you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5115057531951174681-6759728170028781247?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/6759728170028781247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/6759728170028781247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/05/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-5749028809631249228</id><published>2008-04-20T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:54:47.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeysuckle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gentle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breeze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iridescent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glowing'/><title type='text'>A Bubble</title><content type='html'>Glowing softly in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I see your iridescent sheen.&lt;br /&gt;I see that reflection in the soft glowing pool&lt;br /&gt;Shining brightly the still water reflected back against you&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you move&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're trembling softly&lt;br /&gt;Watching as you float gently away from me on a tickling breeze,&lt;br /&gt;I reach my hand out in despair, calling you back&lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; of my world.&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly I watch you glide away on gentle winds&lt;br /&gt;The sweet smell of honeysuckle wafting towards us&lt;br /&gt;I glare off into your direction, willing you to leave,&lt;br /&gt;watching hopelessly as a single leaf floats down upon your brittle surface.&lt;br /&gt;A single tear sliding down my cheek as I watch my dreams shatter&lt;br /&gt;Your tiny drops falling swiftly towards the glowing pond&lt;br /&gt;The brilliant moon reflecting softly against your brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-5749028809631249228?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/5749028809631249228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/5749028809631249228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/bubble.html' title='A Bubble'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-5791517507160019389</id><published>2008-04-19T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:41:58.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaceful night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='german'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect night'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Night (in German)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Glänzen des neuen Mondes hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unter dunklen Sternen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eine Nacht der Winter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mit den Wolken voll vom Schnee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leichte Winde brennen weich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unter hohen Bäumen durch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ein einsamer Schrei steigt über die Sterne, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;die andere innen traurig verbinden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stoppend, um zu hören, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lächelt man wistfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Das Flüchtig blicken über &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;einer Person sieht zutreffende Liebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eine vollkommene Nacht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;füllte mit Frieden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Translated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New moon shining bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;among dark stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A winters' night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wth clouds full of snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gentle winds blow softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;among tall trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lone cry rises above the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;others join in sorrowfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stopping to listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one smiles wistfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Glancing over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a person sees true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A perfect night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;filled with peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-5791517507160019389?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/5791517507160019389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/5791517507160019389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfect-night-in-german.html' title='A Perfect Night (in German)'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-498327703721350380</id><published>2008-04-09T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:26:22.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight'/><title type='text'>Danger</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that danger is here,&lt;br /&gt;but do we know how it&lt;br /&gt;haunts us in our fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger is like the moon&lt;br /&gt;slowly creeping across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; midnight sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger is this world&lt;br /&gt;for it is filled with&lt;br /&gt;war, poverty and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger could be something&lt;br /&gt;small and senseless&lt;br /&gt;or our worst fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It haunts as we're warm and h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our beds, creeping silently across our&lt;br /&gt;floors to get into our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when morning comes,&lt;br /&gt;we wake up to see&lt;br /&gt;that it was never really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger is all around us&lt;br /&gt;it will never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Danger is probably&lt;br /&gt;what will kill&lt;br /&gt;us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-498327703721350380?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/498327703721350380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/498327703721350380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/danger.html' title='Danger'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-7475061049927916803</id><published>2008-04-09T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:21:07.719-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one'/><title type='text'>One Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alright, this one is purely stupidity, but it's awesome just the same. Please be nice!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day as my mom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;were cruising down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;33rd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I noticed a shoe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a plain brown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clog maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slip on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I wondered what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for it was just sitting there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laying there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without a care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is it still there?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then I remember,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was just one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not two.&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/5115057531951174681-7475061049927916803?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/7475061049927916803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/7475061049927916803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-shoe.html' title='One Shoe'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-8537797191712547970</id><published>2008-04-09T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:27:33.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea foam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My Secret Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I keep my thoughts in a secret place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Away from eyes to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I keep my fears behind my walls, and wish they could be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I keep my darkness out of view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't wear it on my sleeve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I keep my feelings to myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so those I love won't leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I could share my thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not afraid to show the times that I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;alone and sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so those who care would know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But sadness keeps me in a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;where secrets hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mood changes hues from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;light to dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like sea foam on the tide.&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/5115057531951174681-8537797191712547970?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/8537797191712547970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/8537797191712547970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-secret-place.html' title='My Secret Place'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-6858766124307801622</id><published>2008-04-09T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:27:59.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>It's Been Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been hours!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;since he&lt;/span&gt; left, hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I called mom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hours on top of hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mall closed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hours ago, the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doors sighing shut, a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click and a snap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As they closed me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hours Since it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started snowing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drifting, flying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not melting, just staying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shiver and do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little quick-step,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rubbing palms on knees, and feet on ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look this way, then that, still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been hours of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the same,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears freeze, and my nose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Runs. I love around again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After hours of waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom pulls up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's been hours!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sniff, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, only a few minutes."&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/5115057531951174681-6858766124307801622?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/6858766124307801622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/6858766124307801622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-hours.html' title='It&apos;s Been Hours'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-8168571619107779806</id><published>2008-04-09T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:28:31.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>One Bullet</title><content type='html'>A man stood before me,&lt;br /&gt;A gun in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;His stance was wide,&lt;br /&gt;His hands shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat poured off his brow,&lt;br /&gt;He was shaking and the gun wobbling.&lt;br /&gt;His finger planted on the trigger,&lt;br /&gt;Omitting a light pressure, as if unsure of whether to shoot or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't scared, just shocked that&lt;br /&gt;HE would do this.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, could you not point that at me?"&lt;br /&gt;I asked, heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, and gripped it tighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started shaking more,&lt;br /&gt;More sweat, more hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, if you're going to shoot, then shoot, I'm tired of&lt;br /&gt;Waiting!"&lt;br /&gt;I exclaimed impatiently, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps heartache, or not wanting to live if HE&lt;br /&gt;Hated...me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hesitated once more, then police burst in,&lt;br /&gt;Shouting and calling for him to "...PUT THE GUN DOWN!!"&lt;br /&gt;I screamed, and a loud, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BANG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, was a deadly silence.&lt;br /&gt;The world blacked out, but the last thing&lt;br /&gt;I saw was HIM falling, blood coming from his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I felt, was a pain in MY chest...&lt;br /&gt;All it took, one bullet, two lives, lost love, a misfired gun.&lt;br /&gt;No one should have died, and yet...here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-8168571619107779806?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/8168571619107779806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/8168571619107779806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-stood-before-me-gun-in-his-hand.html' title='One Bullet'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-130695261383453337</id><published>2008-04-08T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:50:04.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Fire Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I noticed it first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a soft glowing ember among the twigs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing on it softly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watch in fascination as it glows even brighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It starts to engulf the brittle branches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quickly ripping and tearing them apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It slowly grows bigger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;steady, steady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bigger now, ever growing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's getting hotter and larger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I step back, out of the way, gently fanning it with one of my small hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rapidly now, the heat grows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucking up any and all oxygen near by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm nearly consumed by it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel its scorching burn on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It leaps at me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;burning my flesh, licking at my feet -- at my hands and hair and whole body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel the pain, I see some red ooze from in between my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I notice the orange and red glare getting larger and larger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coming for me, calling out to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reach out, touching those searing fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighing softly as the heat consumes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The golden p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoenix&lt;/span&gt; of death wraps around my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;devouring my very soul, my flesh, my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel a soft breeze, and smile up into the air, letting the wind take me with it;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just ashes now, all gone, but still one with nature.&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/5115057531951174681-130695261383453337?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/130695261383453337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/130695261383453337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/fire-soul.html' title='Fire Soul'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-152994696897086944</id><published>2008-04-07T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:07:57.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is filled with tender thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind races fitfully.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to hold me close.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head feels about to burst,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes have darkened in restless anger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to be near you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pride is strong but about ot break,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love is growing but nearly spent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need you to love me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hopes have all but dwindled to nothing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dreams have all but faded away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truth be told, I love you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick with my love for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll die without your love.&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/5115057531951174681-152994696897086944?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/152994696897086944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/152994696897086944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-heart-is-filled-with-tender-thoughts.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5115057531951174681.post-3864206628096806672</id><published>2008-04-07T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:43:13.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Blog Thing 1</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I'm a poetry addict, and I write it and read it..whatever, I love poetry. This is probably just a place where I'll post my work, so don't like, steal it or anything. If you do, I'll hunt you down.&lt;br /&gt;On to business, here's my first poem/blog! Woo! Enjoy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's always a look that makes me tremble,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's always a touch that's so arousing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even in the darkest room,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes seek to find yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just a smile that sets my hear afire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just a simple caress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; makes me sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even I thought hat things would change,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;given time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's never enough just to say the words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's never enough just to be held close.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even I'm selfish enough to admit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I want you, and won't settle for less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the way you look at me as if nothing else matters,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the way you smile so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mischievously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though I love you, sometimes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if you feel the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115057531951174681-3864206628096806672?l=pyroawl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/3864206628096806672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5115057531951174681/posts/default/3864206628096806672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyroawl.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-thing-1.html' title='Blog Thing 1'/><author><name>Pyroawl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944039167243249224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jiNALBxE50M/SGhr0FufS2I/AAAAAAAAABE/CzUJKjmVKeE/S220/owl-17.bmp'/></author></entry></feed>
