<?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-29490134</id><updated>2011-08-03T13:37:47.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unspeakable</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115531185516152825</id><published>2006-08-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:37:09.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drinking away the past</title><content type='html'>One more, two more&lt;br /&gt;Vowing to drink the past away&lt;br /&gt;Three drinks, four&lt;br /&gt;I think its here to stay&lt;br /&gt;To get away, I must be brought back&lt;br /&gt;To end it they say I must relive it,&lt;br /&gt;To accept it and move on&lt;br /&gt;Where oh where did I go?&lt;br /&gt;I drink to end it&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the flashback&lt;br /&gt;He touched the little girl&lt;br /&gt;5 drinks then 6&lt;br /&gt;She cries for the child&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, dont let me go&lt;br /&gt;7 then 8&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Only to see the scene more vividly&lt;br /&gt;She cries out loudly, her pain unbearable&lt;br /&gt;9 and 10&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, dont touch me&lt;br /&gt;He shakes his head and turns over&lt;br /&gt;I cry inside, but cant tell him&lt;br /&gt;Yes he knows HE did it&lt;br /&gt;Just not what I still see today&lt;br /&gt;I drink faster&lt;br /&gt;12 or 13 who knows now&lt;br /&gt;The bottles almost gone&lt;br /&gt;As is my reality&lt;br /&gt;In the end it finds me&lt;br /&gt;By the time its here, I cant fight it&lt;br /&gt;Must lay back and accept&lt;br /&gt;This is what Im doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Shes not her&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115531185516152825?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115531185516152825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115531185516152825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531185516152825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531185516152825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/drinking-away-past.html' title='drinking away the past'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115531161794080990</id><published>2006-08-11T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:25:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closing</title><content type='html'>Im closing the window&lt;br /&gt;Im closing the door&lt;br /&gt;I lay in my bed&lt;br /&gt;and Im feeling so sore&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling so sad&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling so bland&lt;br /&gt;scratching my nails&lt;br /&gt;in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;feeling such anguish&lt;br /&gt;that I cannot bare&lt;br /&gt;and my palms nearly bleed&lt;br /&gt;yet Im so unaware&lt;br /&gt;like I try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;all the pain that I feel&lt;br /&gt;trying to live&lt;br /&gt;in a world so surreal&lt;br /&gt;but this is too real&lt;br /&gt;I cant be so blind&lt;br /&gt;cuz theres tears on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;and tears in my mind&lt;br /&gt;as Im crying myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I turn off the lamp&lt;br /&gt;and Im drifting to sleep&lt;br /&gt;on my pillow so damp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115531161794080990?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115531161794080990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115531161794080990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531161794080990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531161794080990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/closing.html' title='closing'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115531139200853416</id><published>2006-08-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:49:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left undone</title><content type='html'>Wanting, hating&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Needing, showing&lt;br /&gt;All within&lt;br /&gt;Tempting, pulling&lt;br /&gt;You to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to see&lt;br /&gt;What we can do&lt;br /&gt;Take me close&lt;br /&gt;To your side&lt;br /&gt;Pull me in&lt;br /&gt;Consume my soul&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose control&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling all&lt;br /&gt;You need inside&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing&lt;br /&gt;Left undone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115531139200853416?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115531139200853416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115531139200853416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531139200853416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531139200853416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/left-undone.html' title='Left undone'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115531102208895224</id><published>2006-08-11T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:27:05.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>images distorted</title><content type='html'>How can one person seem so different from one minute to the next?&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing there but a change of mind&lt;br /&gt;A slip of confidence&lt;br /&gt;An evil little trick played by the self&lt;br /&gt;Like a mirage on the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;One minute its there&lt;br /&gt;And the next it disappears&lt;br /&gt;With a single smile and poise&lt;br /&gt;the world doesnt seem so big at all&lt;br /&gt;Nothings going to bring down this high&lt;br /&gt;Not even a second look, later its all gone&lt;br /&gt;All thats left is disgust and hate&lt;br /&gt;Is this the works of someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Have they changed all visions of reality?&lt;br /&gt;With a single glance everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;The image is distorted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115531102208895224?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115531102208895224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115531102208895224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531102208895224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531102208895224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/images-distorted.html' title='images distorted'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115531093924951493</id><published>2006-08-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:27:56.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let them see</title><content type='html'>Perhaps this is meditation&lt;br /&gt;my one true escape&lt;br /&gt;my hero who saves me&lt;br /&gt;in his long, dark cape&lt;br /&gt;taking me up with&lt;br /&gt;my own true words&lt;br /&gt;and let me fly just&lt;br /&gt;as high as all birds&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me fall&lt;br /&gt;when I feel so secure&lt;br /&gt;for I really screwed up&lt;br /&gt;now, its just a blur&lt;br /&gt;I blush and turn such&lt;br /&gt;a true color of red&lt;br /&gt;when others see what Im doing instead&lt;br /&gt;am I to be so afraid of my poems?&lt;br /&gt;For what would really&lt;br /&gt;happen if I should show em?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing- for no one&lt;br /&gt;really understands me&lt;br /&gt;so sure, what the hell&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let them all see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115531093924951493?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115531093924951493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115531093924951493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531093924951493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531093924951493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-them-see.html' title='let them see'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115531080529674431</id><published>2006-08-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:40:05.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still a little girl</title><content type='html'>Who ever said that I was too old&lt;br /&gt;to have my favorite Teddy Bear&lt;br /&gt;set on my bed every night&lt;br /&gt;I like to cuddle it&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said that I was&lt;br /&gt;Too old for dolls&lt;br /&gt;to be lying around my room&lt;br /&gt;in placement for where I put them&lt;br /&gt;I like them and that&lt;br /&gt;is all that seems&lt;br /&gt;to so simply matter&lt;br /&gt;You tell me to grow up&lt;br /&gt;but I don't hear&lt;br /&gt;a word that you say&lt;br /&gt;I just choose to ignore them&lt;br /&gt;I am still a little girl&lt;br /&gt;and that is how I am going to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115531080529674431?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115531080529674431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115531080529674431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531080529674431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531080529674431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-little-girl.html' title='still a little girl'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115531063780314866</id><published>2006-08-11T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:29:02.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost without you</title><content type='html'>Its killing me,&lt;br /&gt;tearing in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the thought of you leaving&lt;br /&gt;completely gone from my life&lt;br /&gt;so much of my part&lt;br /&gt;a bone in my rib&lt;br /&gt;without you I dont know what to expect&lt;br /&gt;maybe Ill go insane&lt;br /&gt;or just truly hide in myself&lt;br /&gt;never wanting to get close enough&lt;br /&gt;for fear of what may come&lt;br /&gt;dieing in memories&lt;br /&gt;but not in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand these things I am hearing&lt;br /&gt;each passing day getting worst&lt;br /&gt;I want it to go back&lt;br /&gt;to when things were fine&lt;br /&gt;I go through the days&lt;br /&gt;playing strong once again&lt;br /&gt;never letting a frown,&lt;br /&gt;run across this face of mine&lt;br /&gt;its eating me up&lt;br /&gt;breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;dieing in terror&lt;br /&gt;of what is to come&lt;br /&gt;how can this happen?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to deserve such a loss?&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe this is ending&lt;br /&gt;I am begging to not come true&lt;br /&gt;I would be lost without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115531063780314866?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115531063780314866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115531063780314866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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gone numb,&lt;br /&gt;from endless streams of lies.&lt;br /&gt;She can't love, they say,&lt;br /&gt;unless her legs are spread.&lt;br /&gt;She gets them drunk,&lt;br /&gt;and then fucks with their heads.&lt;br /&gt;She lives alone, they say,&lt;br /&gt;unwanted, alone, and abused.&lt;br /&gt;She'll die alone,&lt;br /&gt;broken, mistreated,and misused.&lt;br /&gt;She gives herself to anyone who'll care,&lt;br /&gt;believes their lies, and loves them.&lt;br /&gt;If she dares.&lt;br /&gt;I feel betrayed&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of lost&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I've paid some cost&lt;br /&gt;A price unworthy of your "love"&lt;br /&gt;That seemed to have come from above.&lt;br /&gt;What a lie,&lt;br /&gt;But why should I cry?&lt;br /&gt;Just because our fake love will die&lt;br /&gt;I should have known you'd do me wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115531046335528212?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115531046335528212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115531046335528212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531046335528212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115531046335528212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/mistreated-and-misused.html' title='mistreated and misused'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115530986398720623</id><published>2006-08-11T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:30:48.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lying solo</title><content type='html'>Embracing arms&lt;br /&gt;that hold each other tight&lt;br /&gt;do you think about whose arms you grasp?&lt;br /&gt;When youre snuggling in the night?&lt;br /&gt;Locked together&lt;br /&gt;like bandages that wont release&lt;br /&gt;do you let him suffocate your soul&lt;br /&gt;Every time you want to breathe?&lt;br /&gt;Broken down&lt;br /&gt;by fights that linger on&lt;br /&gt;do you ever tell yourself youve won&lt;br /&gt;when youve noticed that hes gone?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing now&lt;br /&gt;theres only silence in your screams&lt;br /&gt;do you believe there was passion in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;when he unzipped your denim jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Its over now&lt;br /&gt;and still you carry his heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to that distant drum&lt;br /&gt;when lying solo while you sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115530986398720623?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115530986398720623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115530986398720623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115530986398720623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115530986398720623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/lying-solo.html' title='lying solo'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115530971465861597</id><published>2006-08-11T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:32:32.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad at Me</title><content type='html'>Mad at Me&lt;br /&gt;Dont rationalize&lt;br /&gt;Dont even try&lt;br /&gt;Im mad at him&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;And the more I think&lt;br /&gt;The more I see&lt;br /&gt;Im not mad at him&lt;br /&gt;Im mad at me&lt;br /&gt;I blame him&lt;br /&gt;Because its easy&lt;br /&gt;Its so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;Hating me&lt;br /&gt;Im not with him&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-four hours a day&lt;br /&gt;I cant make myself go away&lt;br /&gt;So be mad at him&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have to lie&lt;br /&gt;Dont think about it&lt;br /&gt;Dont even try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115530971465861597?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115530971465861597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115530971465861597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115530971465861597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115530971465861597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/mad-at-me.html' title='Mad at Me'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115530965251212802</id><published>2006-08-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:38:33.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for you i will</title><content type='html'>As I stare at you&lt;br /&gt;Asleep in your crib&lt;br /&gt;I realize&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for you&lt;br /&gt;Id be out of here&lt;br /&gt;Out of town&lt;br /&gt;Out of life&lt;br /&gt;Its far too much&lt;br /&gt;Of a hassle&lt;br /&gt;But for you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I will suffer it all&lt;br /&gt;Die a thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;Eat lifes shit&lt;br /&gt;And paint on a smile&lt;br /&gt;And suffer it all&lt;br /&gt;Suffer it all&lt;br /&gt;I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Until youve grown&lt;br /&gt;To be free&lt;br /&gt;Free to leave&lt;br /&gt;Free to die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115530965251212802?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115530965251212802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115530965251212802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115530965251212802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115530965251212802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-you-i-will.html' title='for you i will'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115530950474262638</id><published>2006-08-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:34:13.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>used to you</title><content type='html'>Im still here because&lt;br /&gt;Ive got nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;Youre an asshole&lt;br /&gt;But Im getting used to you&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that&lt;br /&gt;You talk incessantly&lt;br /&gt;I got a thing for assholes&lt;br /&gt;Who tell good stories&lt;br /&gt;I think that complaining&lt;br /&gt;Is the only thing you do right&lt;br /&gt;Youre gonna self-destruct&lt;br /&gt;I think thats what I like&lt;br /&gt;You like me so you try&lt;br /&gt;And make me feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;I think it's kind of funny yeah&lt;br /&gt;I kind of enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;You try to tell me something&lt;br /&gt;About the way you live&lt;br /&gt;Like you would give me so much&lt;br /&gt;If you had something to give&lt;br /&gt;For all your talk&lt;br /&gt;You dont say much thats real&lt;br /&gt;I think I know more than you&lt;br /&gt;About the way that you feel&lt;br /&gt;Im still here&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;Youre an asshole but&lt;br /&gt;Im getting used to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115530950474262638?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115530950474262638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115530925024360033</id><published>2006-08-11T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:35:42.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just shut up</title><content type='html'>I wish you would shut up&lt;br /&gt;I really do, just shut up&lt;br /&gt;weve heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;no you are not important to me&lt;br /&gt;no I dont care what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;and I dont care if you think&lt;br /&gt;that I am ignorant&lt;br /&gt;at least I know when I should&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;did you ever stop to think&lt;br /&gt;that maybe I dont give a shit?&lt;br /&gt;No of course you didnt&lt;br /&gt;you ignorant son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;so full of yourself, so sure&lt;br /&gt;saying what they tell you to&lt;br /&gt;thinking what they want you to&lt;br /&gt;I could ask a million other people&lt;br /&gt;and get the same bullshit lies&lt;br /&gt;your all the same, your so fake&lt;br /&gt;you are not real to me&lt;br /&gt;so just shut the fuck up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115530925024360033?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115530925024360033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115530925024360033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115530925024360033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115530925024360033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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just my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling closer, I lie real still;&lt;br /&gt;eyes wide open, willing sleep away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115522943803219873?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115522943803219873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115522943803219873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522943803219873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522943803219873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-just-you.html' title='its just you'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115522881100741572</id><published>2006-08-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:39:28.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>does it matter</title><content type='html'>Feeling empty inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and wait&lt;br /&gt;For what Im unsure&lt;br /&gt;Its just what I do&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating everything&lt;br /&gt;Second-guessing every move&lt;br /&gt;Was I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Was I right?&lt;br /&gt;In the end,does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;By your side I long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you is what I crave&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing now&lt;br /&gt;If you want the same&lt;br /&gt;Questions unasked&lt;br /&gt;Remain unanswered&lt;br /&gt;Will they be asked?&lt;br /&gt;Will they be answered?&lt;br /&gt;In the end,does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;The fact remains&lt;br /&gt;Just as it is&lt;br /&gt;Im scared to death&lt;br /&gt;to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;and see it through&lt;br /&gt;what we could have&lt;br /&gt;Will I screw up?&lt;br /&gt;Will you leave?&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;does it matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115522881100741572?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115522881100741572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115522881100741572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522881100741572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522881100741572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/does-it-matter.html' title='does it matter'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115522861631741555</id><published>2006-08-10T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:50:16.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darkness waits</title><content type='html'>Darkness waits&lt;br /&gt;Secrets linger&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Continuous search&lt;br /&gt;For my sanity&lt;br /&gt;Lost somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Not close to here&lt;br /&gt;Was it ever even mine&lt;br /&gt;I look&lt;br /&gt;To find nothing&lt;br /&gt;Only more&lt;br /&gt;Of the same&lt;br /&gt;Unknown things&lt;br /&gt;I've seen before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115522861631741555?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115522861631741555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115522861631741555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522861631741555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522861631741555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/darkness-waits.html' title='darkness waits'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115522839496389321</id><published>2006-08-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:46:34.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my need</title><content type='html'>i need this release.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be set free.&lt;br /&gt;with the cut of a knife.&lt;br /&gt;i could be alive again&lt;br /&gt;a simple slash.&lt;br /&gt;nothing deep.&lt;br /&gt;just a simple need&lt;br /&gt;one need i can not share.&lt;br /&gt;no one can know&lt;br /&gt;and the need is growing stronger all the longer&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in years.&lt;br /&gt;i felt alive.myself once again.&lt;br /&gt;with the gentle touch of a blade&lt;br /&gt;a need i must fulfill before it grows too strong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115522839496389321?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115522839496389321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115522839496389321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522839496389321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522839496389321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-need.html' title='my need'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115522830909196581</id><published>2006-08-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:40:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i dont say</title><content type='html'>I cant believe you havent realized yet&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would have knew&lt;br /&gt;By the way I talk and act&lt;br /&gt;The way I act around you&lt;br /&gt;I havent made it too hard to pick&lt;br /&gt;but still you dont have a clue&lt;br /&gt;but although I make it obvious&lt;br /&gt;it would be terrible if you knew&lt;br /&gt;When we fight I cry afterwards&lt;br /&gt;I always want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;but then I realize everything&lt;br /&gt;eventually comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;I try and try to release these feelings&lt;br /&gt;but they just wont go away&lt;br /&gt;I only have one thing to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what I dont say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115522830909196581?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115522830909196581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115522830909196581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522830909196581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522830909196581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-i-dont-say.html' title='what i dont say'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115522820326364069</id><published>2006-08-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:43:23.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little Randi</title><content type='html'>Little Randi cries out her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;She just can't deal with any more lies.&lt;br /&gt;Her ex came running with excuses galore&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know if she could take anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He dragged it on and tore her heart&lt;br /&gt;Every time that they were apart.&lt;br /&gt;Is it love, is it lust?&lt;br /&gt;Blow away the early dust.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look, so deep within&lt;br /&gt;How long until Randi gives in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115522820326364069?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115522820326364069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115522820326364069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522820326364069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115522820326364069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-randi.html' title='little Randi'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513895944354301</id><published>2006-08-09T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:46:00.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay the fuck out</title><content type='html'>Fuck those who've hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;Skip those who've tried&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand them.&lt;br /&gt;Let them die.&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;for my young age,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's full of nefarious memories.&lt;br /&gt;They're letting that ass walk free,&lt;br /&gt;Even after what he's done to me,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't take the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;That he's left within my soul.&lt;br /&gt;He deserves to die,&lt;br /&gt;but his fate is not mine to decide,&lt;br /&gt;He'll get what's coming to him.&lt;br /&gt;I bet it won't be pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;Maim the bastard who stole my happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and crushed it in his clenched fist,&lt;br /&gt;Make him experience foul displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;For I will seek vengeance otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Punish those who put others in misery,&lt;br /&gt;then award those who make everyone happy,&lt;br /&gt;Have everyone share their pain.&lt;br /&gt;For maybe then;&lt;br /&gt;people will understand&lt;br /&gt;what they're doing to one another.&lt;br /&gt;So much hatred swims through me,&lt;br /&gt;and it depresses me so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;But there's only one who understands&lt;br /&gt;(or seems to)&lt;br /&gt;only one who cares, like no other.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what was done,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what was said,&lt;br /&gt;He kept hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;And so had everyone (almost) else.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I the target of bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;why must it be me?&lt;br /&gt;Can it not be someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Im fine on my own&lt;br /&gt;Ive got enough friends&lt;br /&gt;Enough damn enemies&lt;br /&gt;You only add to the problems&lt;br /&gt;Not helping at all&lt;br /&gt;Are you so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;That you really cant see&lt;br /&gt;You blame everyone else&lt;br /&gt;When its really you&lt;br /&gt;Ive made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Those were my fault&lt;br /&gt;But this obsession of yours&lt;br /&gt;Is all yours to control&lt;br /&gt;Theres something so wrong&lt;br /&gt;With the way that you feel&lt;br /&gt;Manipulating to get what you want&lt;br /&gt;To get those to back you&lt;br /&gt;The whole story isnt told&lt;br /&gt;My side is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are dismissed&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows the way that I feel&lt;br /&gt;They only hear the wrong Ive done&lt;br /&gt;Theres worse that I could do&lt;br /&gt;Ill never be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Ill sure as hell never be you&lt;br /&gt;You’re act is so clear&lt;br /&gt;The real you is obvious&lt;br /&gt;The front you put on&lt;br /&gt;As only concerned&lt;br /&gt;We all see through you&lt;br /&gt;And whats really going on&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Quit preaching to me&lt;br /&gt;Open The Book&lt;br /&gt;And read for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Stop reading for me&lt;br /&gt;I can do that myself&lt;br /&gt;Ive got my own relationship&lt;br /&gt;Its not like yours&lt;br /&gt;Its my very own&lt;br /&gt;Not what you want&lt;br /&gt;That doesnt make it wrong&lt;br /&gt;Just opposite of yours&lt;br /&gt;Ill never condemn&lt;br /&gt;Or judge those I love&lt;br /&gt;I cant do that&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I might fail&lt;br /&gt;Where do you get off&lt;br /&gt;Making decisions&lt;br /&gt;Who is a Christian&lt;br /&gt;And who is worthy&lt;br /&gt;None of us deserve&lt;br /&gt;Anything were given&lt;br /&gt;We havent earned God’s love&lt;br /&gt;Theres no way we can&lt;br /&gt;Hes given it freely&lt;br /&gt;For all to grasp&lt;br /&gt;What right do you have&lt;br /&gt;To take that away&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of your judgment&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of your putdowns&lt;br /&gt;Talking to those who know nothing&lt;br /&gt;Listening to mindless chatter&lt;br /&gt;The gossip you hear&lt;br /&gt;Not from the source&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its true&lt;br /&gt;Or could be more lies&lt;br /&gt;Youll never know though&lt;br /&gt;It has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;Ill say it again&lt;br /&gt;Stay the fuck out of my business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513895944354301?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513841910975046</id><published>2006-08-09T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:46:59.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my own</title><content type='html'>Fighting for life&lt;br /&gt;My right to be me&lt;br /&gt;Changing myself&lt;br /&gt;To fit what I want&lt;br /&gt;Separate from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on my own&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes I will make&lt;br /&gt;Are all mine now&lt;br /&gt;No longer a reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of who you are&lt;br /&gt;You've surrendered&lt;br /&gt;Your chance&lt;br /&gt;To mold me to you&lt;br /&gt;You're not my mentor&lt;br /&gt;Or even looked up to&lt;br /&gt;Your pettiness shows&lt;br /&gt;In every action you've taken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513841910975046?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513816297604748</id><published>2006-08-09T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:42:42.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont hurt me</title><content type='html'>Please don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;like all the others&lt;br /&gt;have done in the past&lt;br /&gt;I don't want much,&lt;br /&gt;I want a real relationship&lt;br /&gt;to be able to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;about anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;and not be yelled at&lt;br /&gt;to talk to all my friends&lt;br /&gt;whether guy or a girl&lt;br /&gt;without you having any suspicions&lt;br /&gt;because if I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;know that you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;to spend time with you&lt;br /&gt;and not have to have sex&lt;br /&gt;I just want to lay there&lt;br /&gt;and talk for hours about nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;to be with you&lt;br /&gt;and not get hit and then me leave you&lt;br /&gt;with bruises on my body&lt;br /&gt;I've been through so many bad relationships&lt;br /&gt;that I now I expect every guy to be the same&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down you're not&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help those little insecurities&lt;br /&gt;I've been through so much just,&lt;br /&gt;please don't hurt me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513816297604748?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513816297604748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513816297604748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513816297604748'/><link rel='self' 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cuddle me tight&lt;br /&gt;Then say that its over&lt;br /&gt;Over with one little fight&lt;br /&gt;Use me Abuse me&lt;br /&gt;Don't start to dominate&lt;br /&gt;Then say you don't like it&lt;br /&gt;Then start all over again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should just quit&lt;br /&gt;Use me Abuse me&lt;br /&gt;Bring me presents and such&lt;br /&gt;Say the words I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down tonight&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think I could bare&lt;br /&gt;Use me Abuse me&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our night&lt;br /&gt;Our night of passion&lt;br /&gt;Our night not to fight&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to ration&lt;br /&gt;Use me Abuse me&lt;br /&gt;Just do it now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513800262332919?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513800262332919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513800262332919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513800262332919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513800262332919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-do-it.html' title='just do it'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513785368887347</id><published>2006-08-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:37:33.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not cry</title><content type='html'>Whoever said that a girl&lt;br /&gt;can't cry after the age of 13&lt;br /&gt;Like we are supposed to suck it up&lt;br /&gt;and let them treat us&lt;br /&gt;like some lower life forms&lt;br /&gt;with a smile on our faces&lt;br /&gt;as they eye up our breast&lt;br /&gt;and check out our legs&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel like I am on a used car lot&lt;br /&gt;and I am the deal of the week&lt;br /&gt;Console me in a way&lt;br /&gt;that I may not understand&lt;br /&gt;as I pour my heart out&lt;br /&gt;to a poetry book&lt;br /&gt;but the answers don't lie&lt;br /&gt;in the places that I wish&lt;br /&gt;that I could find them&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again how I am such a big girl&lt;br /&gt;and mentally I should feel&lt;br /&gt;different than I have before&lt;br /&gt;as I watch my life pass me bye&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513785368887347?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513785368887347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513785368887347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513785368887347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513785368887347'/><link rel='alternate' 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with this knife&lt;br /&gt;The page is half filled&lt;br /&gt;But I still cant seem to feel&lt;br /&gt;Theres a band around my wrist&lt;br /&gt;To stop me ending it all&lt;br /&gt;To stop me finding my bliss&lt;br /&gt;Answers are running though my mind&lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve happiness, theres no way of finding it&lt;br /&gt;Theres pain in everyones life, Im just weak&lt;br /&gt;And Im pathetic and can't cope.&lt;br /&gt;I make my hand into a fist&lt;br /&gt;and make a cut across my wrist&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;Until I can feel nothing more&lt;br /&gt;My bloody suicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513756463794218?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513756463794218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>pain, the truest friend</title><content type='html'>Drown me&lt;br /&gt;in this bottle,&lt;br /&gt;and I will cry no more&lt;br /&gt;for tears are only things that blood&lt;br /&gt;cannot purge&lt;br /&gt;that these cuts&lt;br /&gt;do not vanquish.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is still screaming in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be better.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm only weak.&lt;br /&gt;So drown me&lt;br /&gt;in this bottle,&lt;br /&gt;and I will cry no more&lt;br /&gt;Blood cannot purge me&lt;br /&gt;Love cannot save me&lt;br /&gt;I will be forever alone, here&lt;br /&gt;with my bottle&lt;br /&gt;my bandages&lt;br /&gt;pain is the truest friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513732604540767?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513732604540767/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513718765341476</id><published>2006-08-09T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:49:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>promise not to tell</title><content type='html'>If I whisper this secret in your ear&lt;br /&gt;do you promise you wont tell?&lt;br /&gt;Its you I want, not him&lt;br /&gt;Standing here with you&lt;br /&gt;On this damp cold night&lt;br /&gt;Underneath those starts&lt;br /&gt;Shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;Temptation is staring me straight in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me closer&lt;br /&gt;As I lie my tired head&lt;br /&gt;On your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Its been such a long day&lt;br /&gt;And I dont think&lt;br /&gt;I have the strength&lt;br /&gt;To keep this inside much longer&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly its not so cold&lt;br /&gt;I know he sees us&lt;br /&gt;But I dont care&lt;br /&gt;I dont want him, not anymore&lt;br /&gt;I sick of playing this game&lt;br /&gt;I already know Ill never win&lt;br /&gt;Ive given up on him&lt;br /&gt;Youre the one I want&lt;br /&gt;And have for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Ive been concealing the truth from everyone, even myself&lt;br /&gt;But being here with you&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right tonight&lt;br /&gt;If I whisper this secret&lt;br /&gt;In your ear&lt;br /&gt;Do you promise not to tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513718765341476?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513718765341476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513718765341476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't see the light I'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just thinking too much&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fearful&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't have a right to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fearful&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong to be like this&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;No skeletons in my closet&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be yours&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;You're the one reminding&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one remembering&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want it to be that way&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to stop coming by&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a skeleton&lt;br /&gt;But I feel as if I am one&lt;br /&gt;Numb to the world&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing but hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall off this wall&lt;br /&gt;Not a scratch in mind&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel it&lt;br /&gt;And they laugh and point&lt;br /&gt;Silly child's game&lt;br /&gt;As I feel the world spinning&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in the end&lt;br /&gt;Alone once again&lt;br /&gt;No skeletons in my closet&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be yours&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;You're the one reminding&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one remembering&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to be this way&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'll have to change this once&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513703948010118?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513703948010118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513703948010118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;There’s no release&lt;br /&gt;From this feeling&lt;br /&gt;I hold inside&lt;br /&gt;Fighting still&lt;br /&gt;For what I want&lt;br /&gt;What I need&lt;br /&gt;And can’t obtain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513696986125986?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513696986125986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513696986125986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513696986125986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513696986125986'/><link rel='alternate' 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heard,&lt;br /&gt;The petrifying fears that no on is there to hear, or care.&lt;br /&gt;I write because I can’t say the words.&lt;br /&gt;I write because I have to.&lt;br /&gt;I write because if I don’t, I die.&lt;br /&gt;So I write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513689321216730?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513689321216730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513689321216730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513689321216730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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down&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be the kid that&lt;br /&gt;Plays in the sand box&lt;br /&gt;Runs around half-naked&lt;br /&gt;Is always cute looking&lt;br /&gt;Screams and cries&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be the kid that&lt;br /&gt;I know is inside of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513674610407105?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513674610407105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513674610407105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513674610407105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513674610407105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/kid-inside-of-me.html' title='kid inside of me'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513664394423810</id><published>2006-08-09T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:17:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let me</title><content type='html'>Let me scream&lt;br /&gt;Let me run away&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t you just end this for me?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to be here anymore&lt;br /&gt;who’s left for me to stay for?&lt;br /&gt;Who’d really care to see me go?&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to think I enjoy the pain&lt;br /&gt;Kick me again&lt;br /&gt;Make it hurt&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try to make me happy&lt;br /&gt;Let the tears freely fall&lt;br /&gt;Cut me like a rag doll&lt;br /&gt;Rip every inch of me apart&lt;br /&gt;What ever shred of I have&lt;br /&gt;Take it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want it&lt;br /&gt;Throw my heart against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Take these eyes from my face&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left to see&lt;br /&gt;Block all signs of love&lt;br /&gt;Keep all friendship’s away&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to look after them anyways&lt;br /&gt;Why be given something that you don’t deserve?&lt;br /&gt;Away with the light&lt;br /&gt;Only goodness exists there&lt;br /&gt;I’m too used to the dark cloud of evil on my back&lt;br /&gt;It is the only thing I know now&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am is a lie&lt;br /&gt;Just someone I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to this in the end&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deserve to live&lt;br /&gt;Where do I even start?&lt;br /&gt;I’m at a lose for words&lt;br /&gt;I pick up my pen cause I need to write&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have to let this all out&lt;br /&gt;It’s building up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to crumble&lt;br /&gt;My tears won’t stop&lt;br /&gt;Neither will my pain&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t any words come to me??&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I let it out??&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;What I do&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even try to write?&lt;br /&gt;It’s all fucked up anyways&lt;br /&gt;Just another piece of trash&lt;br /&gt;Only deserving to be thrown out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513664394423810?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513664394423810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513664394423810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513664394423810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513664394423810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-me.html' title='let me'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513644278087582</id><published>2006-08-09T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:14:02.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>It’s been months&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ve thought of you last&lt;br /&gt;For a while I had thought that for sure you had gone&lt;br /&gt;Then there was that one time you decided to call&lt;br /&gt;You said it was too much&lt;br /&gt;That you couldn’t do it&lt;br /&gt;And hung up&lt;br /&gt;That brought everything flooding back in&lt;br /&gt;But again I managed to push you out&lt;br /&gt;Your memory, drifted by me like the early morning fog&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to think life without you was possible&lt;br /&gt;It still is I guessI am still keeping’ on&lt;br /&gt;Still laughing and smiling&lt;br /&gt;But then late last night as I started writing&lt;br /&gt;That sweet letter that I will never send&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help but wish for the good old days again&lt;br /&gt;I was willing that stupid phone to ring&lt;br /&gt;To pick up and hear you say&lt;br /&gt;“Baby, let’s forget the whole past”&lt;br /&gt;“Lets start over again”&lt;br /&gt;That phone didn’t ring&lt;br /&gt;And the past is still lingering over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I hate this&lt;br /&gt;When memories of our love drift back in&lt;br /&gt;With tears streaming down my face as I continue to write&lt;br /&gt;I told you once that I would track you down&lt;br /&gt;where ever you ended up being in a couple years&lt;br /&gt;Back then when I told you that I meant that&lt;br /&gt;maybe we could try again&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no chance of that now&lt;br /&gt;It’s all been said and done&lt;br /&gt;I will still find you someday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time just to say “Hello”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513644278087582?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513644278087582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513644278087582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513644278087582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513644278087582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513630070855444</id><published>2006-08-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:11:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its not him</title><content type='html'>I need to explain I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;He needs to know it's not him, its not.&lt;br /&gt;I know his wants, his needs.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I sit here and write.&lt;br /&gt;What I can't tell him, I tell his computer.&lt;br /&gt;Then lock it up tight.&lt;br /&gt;He can never know what's in my head.&lt;br /&gt;He'd never understand, that I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and pretend all is right.&lt;br /&gt;I know better, so does he.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it remains unspoken, nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;He plays my game with me, we both pretend.&lt;br /&gt;We pretend I'm not in pain.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not lost somewhere in my mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not so full of fear, of him, of me, of the silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513630070855444?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513630070855444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513630070855444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513630070855444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513630070855444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-not-him.html' title='its not him'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115513618013025737</id><published>2006-08-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:09:40.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses</title><content type='html'>Sprawled out on the floor of your attic&lt;br /&gt;just you and I, no limits, but the time&lt;br /&gt;Theres no way to put into words this feeling&lt;br /&gt;no possible way this could ever rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss on my cheek, so innocent and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I say, "show me what a real kiss is," baby&lt;br /&gt;so you kiss me repeatedly, soft, slow, on my lips&lt;br /&gt;inquire, "now are these real? Just maybe?"&lt;br /&gt;"Almost," I respond, barely at a whisper:&lt;br /&gt;wondering, how could this be any better?&lt;br /&gt;You smile, and snuggle up closer to my side&lt;br /&gt;I know, there is nothing else that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115513618013025737?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115513618013025737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115513618013025737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513618013025737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115513618013025737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/kisses.html' title='kisses'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497157851710752</id><published>2006-08-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:26:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no one seems to care</title><content type='html'>The love that you once gave to me&lt;br /&gt;is all sent away now&lt;br /&gt;I am a screaming little girl again&lt;br /&gt;but you don't care&lt;br /&gt;you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;but are afraid to admit&lt;br /&gt;that you used to be me&lt;br /&gt;and now you can't handle it&lt;br /&gt;I think you need help&lt;br /&gt;and more than you will&lt;br /&gt;ever seem to know&lt;br /&gt;I think that you are different&lt;br /&gt;and I don't like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it one bit&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel right now&lt;br /&gt;trust me I have been there&lt;br /&gt;so long ago I was heldup captive in your lies&lt;br /&gt;but now I am a screaming little girl&lt;br /&gt;and no one seems to care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497157851710752?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497157851710752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497157851710752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497157851710752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497157851710752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-one-seems-to-care.html' title='no one seems to care'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497148571080753</id><published>2006-08-07T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:24:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep loving you</title><content type='html'>I’m frightened that I’ve lost inspiration&lt;br /&gt;scared ill lose too many things at once&lt;br /&gt;I started writing because.&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I despised you&lt;br /&gt;I was befriended by you&lt;br /&gt;I was angered due to you&lt;br /&gt;you are my emotions&lt;br /&gt;you are my writing&lt;br /&gt;you are my poetry&lt;br /&gt;can I lose you without&lt;br /&gt;losing my passion?&lt;br /&gt;Can I feel without&lt;br /&gt;you by my side?&lt;br /&gt;I pray I can&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have the will&lt;br /&gt;if only I didn’t have to&lt;br /&gt;keep loving you still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497148571080753?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497148571080753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497148571080753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497148571080753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497148571080753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-loving-you.html' title='keep loving you'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497140502329746</id><published>2006-08-07T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:23:25.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naked</title><content type='html'>No one really knows&lt;br /&gt;my emotions when&lt;br /&gt;I take off my clothes&lt;br /&gt;becoming consumed&lt;br /&gt;in my bare naked state&lt;br /&gt;I undress because of&lt;br /&gt;accumulated evil hate&lt;br /&gt;by taking off my shoes&lt;br /&gt;my pants, socks, and shirt&lt;br /&gt;I take off my emotions&lt;br /&gt;no longer feeling as hurt&lt;br /&gt;there’s something about being naked&lt;br /&gt;something so natural and pure&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of love fills me&lt;br /&gt;resulting in a soothing cure&lt;br /&gt;so when you find me naked&lt;br /&gt;with tears streaming my face&lt;br /&gt;just leave me to be and&lt;br /&gt;ill feel better when given my space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497140502329746?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497140502329746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497140502329746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497140502329746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497140502329746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/naked.html' title='naked'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497130148822537</id><published>2006-08-07T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:21:41.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pen writes</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost at where I am supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think I’ve got something good&lt;br /&gt;It turns out to be just an illusion&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see what I am doing so wrong&lt;br /&gt;How can I feel so good then hurt so bad?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream&lt;br /&gt;This is all so frustrating&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt that could ever be done&lt;br /&gt;It’s all fucking bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Not supposed to make sense at all&lt;br /&gt;Just there to make me more confused&lt;br /&gt;To make me cry more tears&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if what I am writing&lt;br /&gt;even makes sense&lt;br /&gt;I’m hardly looking down at the page&lt;br /&gt;Just letting the pen write&lt;br /&gt;what the tears are trying to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497130148822537?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497130148822537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497130148822537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497130148822537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497130148822537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/pen-writes.html' title='the pen writes'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497111490121650</id><published>2006-08-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:18:34.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time stood still</title><content type='html'>If time stood still&lt;br /&gt;would it change a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Take back the times&lt;br /&gt;I followed my heart&lt;br /&gt;Went with my feelings&lt;br /&gt;ignoring my brain&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment&lt;br /&gt;to be held in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Lay by your side&lt;br /&gt;And feel you inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497111490121650?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497111490121650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497111490121650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497111490121650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497111490121650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-stood-still.html' title='time stood still'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497102643645784</id><published>2006-08-07T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:17:06.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not you</title><content type='html'>Not You&lt;br /&gt;It's not you I hate&lt;br /&gt;It's you whom receives the wrath&lt;br /&gt;But the hatred is for him&lt;br /&gt;I wish it wasn't so&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just go&lt;br /&gt;You look, you see&lt;br /&gt;You question&lt;br /&gt;It's seems you seem to care&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell you, I would&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Remain oblivious&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;You don't to feel&lt;br /&gt;What it is I see and feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497102643645784?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497102643645784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497102643645784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497102643645784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497102643645784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-you.html' title='not you'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497091505263770</id><published>2006-08-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:15:15.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>patience endured</title><content type='html'>I’m closing the window&lt;br /&gt;I’m closing the door&lt;br /&gt;I lay in my bed&lt;br /&gt;and I’m feeling so sore&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling so sad&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling so bland&lt;br /&gt;scratching my nails&lt;br /&gt;in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;feeling such anguish&lt;br /&gt;that I cannot bare&lt;br /&gt;and my palms nearly bleed&lt;br /&gt;yet I’m so unaware&lt;br /&gt;like I try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;all the pain that I feel&lt;br /&gt;trying to live&lt;br /&gt;in a world so surreal&lt;br /&gt;but this is too real&lt;br /&gt;I can't be so blind&lt;br /&gt;cuz there's tears on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;and tears in my mind&lt;br /&gt;as I’m crying myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I turn off the lamp&lt;br /&gt;and I’m drifting to sleep&lt;br /&gt;on my pillow so damp&lt;br /&gt;She told me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I'd find out in time&lt;br /&gt;What secrets she held&lt;br /&gt;And stories sublime&lt;br /&gt;I'd waited to hear&lt;br /&gt;What thoughts filled her head&lt;br /&gt;What truth she had told&lt;br /&gt;What lies she had said&lt;br /&gt;A curious mind&lt;br /&gt;Describes me so well&lt;br /&gt;You'd have to expect&lt;br /&gt;I'd want her to tell&lt;br /&gt;I'd pry through her thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I can't find&lt;br /&gt;Anything there&lt;br /&gt;In her jumbled up mind&lt;br /&gt;But now I am glad&lt;br /&gt;I waited so long&lt;br /&gt;My patience endured&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497091505263770?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497091505263770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497091505263770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497091505263770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497091505263770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/patience-endured.html' title='patience endured'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497019724684338</id><published>2006-08-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:03:17.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER DAY</title><content type='html'>WHY SHE FEELS LIKE NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;IT STARTED WITH A LITTLE TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;LONG BEFORE SHE TURNED FIVE&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS JUST THE LITTLE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS AFRAID TO CRY&lt;br /&gt;NOT KNOWING WHO TO TRUST&lt;br /&gt;NOT KNOWING WHO TO TELL&lt;br /&gt;SHE THOUGHT SHE LOST HER EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;SHE KNOWS SHE WENT TO HELL&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING EVER MATTERED&lt;br /&gt;NOONE EVER CARED&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THIS LITTLE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS AFRAID TO DREAM&lt;br /&gt;AND NO ONE EVER HEARD HER&lt;br /&gt;ALL SHE DID WAS SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;THE NIGHTS GOT DIM AND DARKER&lt;br /&gt;SHE THOUGHT SHE WOULDNT LIVE&lt;br /&gt;WITH ANOTHER NIGHT OF TORTURE&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER DAY BEGINS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497019724684338?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497019724684338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497019724684338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497019724684338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497019724684338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-day.html' title='ANOTHER DAY'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115497006104515814</id><published>2006-08-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:01:01.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mighty pen</title><content type='html'>I and my mighty pen&lt;br /&gt;Will venture to every sheet that we can&lt;br /&gt;Be scared of no line&lt;br /&gt;Or hole the side&lt;br /&gt;Not to be scared when we scribble&lt;br /&gt;Or when we must trash something&lt;br /&gt;I and this treasure&lt;br /&gt;Of wisdom that drains ink&lt;br /&gt;Will do as we will&lt;br /&gt;And suffer with each new day&lt;br /&gt;But at least we will be together through it&lt;br /&gt;So here is my loser poem&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Do not be critical,&lt;br /&gt;Just be who you truly are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115497006104515814?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115497006104515814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115497006104515814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497006104515814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115497006104515814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/mighty-pen.html' title='mighty pen'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115496995327674109</id><published>2006-08-07T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:59:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right to write</title><content type='html'>Maybe I won’t ever see things&lt;br /&gt;The way you doI wont’ ever agree&lt;br /&gt;Or think like you&lt;br /&gt;And what is so wrong with that&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s talking behind everyone’s back&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have it so&lt;br /&gt;We all thought alike&lt;br /&gt;We all agreed on everything&lt;br /&gt;And we never had a debate or a fight&lt;br /&gt;How boring is that!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I won’t conform for you&lt;br /&gt;I do things my way&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t stop just because you want me to&lt;br /&gt;You feed so much off of&lt;br /&gt;What I think and say&lt;br /&gt;That you just make me want to keep on writing&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have both gotten our way&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think you can shut me up&lt;br /&gt;Just because you don’t like what you hear&lt;br /&gt;If you had things your way no one in the world&lt;br /&gt;Would be allowed to express what they think and feel&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why you care so damn much about&lt;br /&gt;The words I am absently scribbling now&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t censor myself&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t shut my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Get over itI have the right to write&lt;br /&gt;I won’t give up my freedom of speech&lt;br /&gt;Without a fucking fight&lt;br /&gt;The more you try to silence me&lt;br /&gt;The more I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I won’t do something because you want me to&lt;br /&gt;I won’t ever think your way&lt;br /&gt;So GET OVER IT&lt;br /&gt;Stop caring so damn much&lt;br /&gt;If I am so worthless, ignore me!&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I’ll shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;But the more you try to chain my brain&lt;br /&gt;The more you try to steal my freedom of speech&lt;br /&gt;The more I am going to write say and feel&lt;br /&gt;Think, scream, scribble, teach&lt;br /&gt;And you put more energy into my words&lt;br /&gt;Then even I do&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do you care so much about&lt;br /&gt;What I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I’m not listening in to all the conversations&lt;br /&gt;You are whispering behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Keep talking and you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;I don’t give two shits about that&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not that insecure&lt;br /&gt;You can talk all you want to&lt;br /&gt;Have fun calling me every name you know&lt;br /&gt;And I STILL won’t give a shit about you&lt;br /&gt;You are free to talk&lt;br /&gt;You are free to fight&lt;br /&gt;But you will NEVER take away&lt;br /&gt;My right to write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115496995327674109?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115496995327674109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115496995327674109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496995327674109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496995327674109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/right-to-write.html' title='right to write'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115496979785034182</id><published>2006-08-07T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:56:37.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paper doll</title><content type='html'>Don’t ask me for advice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not out for blood anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for someone to remind me&lt;br /&gt;how it felt being real&lt;br /&gt;I'm a paper doll girl&lt;br /&gt;in eye shadow and lace&lt;br /&gt;my god, this world&lt;br /&gt;is a paper doll's place&lt;br /&gt;don't turn to me for healing words&lt;br /&gt;for the wonders love may bring&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a paper doll girl&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115496979785034182?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115496979785034182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115496979785034182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496979785034182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496979785034182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/paper-doll.html' title='paper doll'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115496961860539037</id><published>2006-08-07T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:53:38.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears</title><content type='html'>Tears say more then words can ever achieve&lt;br /&gt;my tears are not happy, they only grieve&lt;br /&gt;each tear that falls, my pillow it burns&lt;br /&gt;along with that tear, my soul does yearn&lt;br /&gt;for tears of sanity, and not for sorrow&lt;br /&gt;for tears that just cant wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;instead each tear that leaves my eye&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to get home for me to cry&lt;br /&gt;my tears are feelings kept deep inside&lt;br /&gt;till the moment they all collide&lt;br /&gt;for when it comes my hour of pain&lt;br /&gt;my soul will leave and I will never regain.&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared to breathe, to live, to die&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared to live, to want, to cry&lt;br /&gt;my heart was killed and left to rot&lt;br /&gt;if I cry I might not stop&lt;br /&gt;if I die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;is my soul yours to take?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can’t wait to get home&lt;br /&gt;and spend my time in my room alone&lt;br /&gt;if I love, can I still leave&lt;br /&gt;if I don’t, will my heart still bleed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115496961860539037?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115496961860539037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115496961860539037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496961860539037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496961860539037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/tears.html' title='tears'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115496920004027008</id><published>2006-08-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:46:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative to dying</title><content type='html'>Crying doesn't do you any good!"&lt;br /&gt;My brother screamed aloud&lt;br /&gt;my daddy told me to quit my crying&lt;br /&gt;or he'd give me something to cry about.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were mean at school today&lt;br /&gt;the teacher's weren't much kinder&lt;br /&gt;and no one likes a dirty poor kid&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the bus beside her.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a dime for lunch&lt;br /&gt;And Courtney got a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;my cheap shoes slipped underneath me&lt;br /&gt;when I tried to do a back-bend.&lt;br /&gt;Now no one knows where she is&lt;br /&gt;and no one's trying to find her&lt;br /&gt;Mom forgot to play the 'letcric bill&lt;br /&gt;But no one dares to remind her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why I am not allowed to cry in my pillow&lt;br /&gt;and not make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;So they cannot see to scream at my small bruised face for crying&lt;br /&gt;but they don't know that it's my only&lt;br /&gt;Alternative to dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115496920004027008?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115496920004027008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115496920004027008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496920004027008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496920004027008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/alternative-to-dying.html' title='Alternative to dying'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115496903487469096</id><published>2006-08-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:43:54.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing it</title><content type='html'>I am&lt;br /&gt;or I’m not&lt;br /&gt;losing it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just tired&lt;br /&gt;but I think&lt;br /&gt;my mind has given up.&lt;br /&gt;And Ido not dream&lt;br /&gt;only nightmares&lt;br /&gt;of leaving&lt;br /&gt;and crying&lt;br /&gt;of madness&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;like my mother&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to scream&lt;br /&gt;like my father&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to live&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to live&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;I’m going crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115496903487469096?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115496903487469096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115496903487469096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496903487469096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496903487469096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/losing-it.html' title='losing it'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115496894956799140</id><published>2006-08-07T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:42:29.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the wall</title><content type='html'>THE WALL&lt;br /&gt;The wall is all I see,&lt;br /&gt;all I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and try to breath.&lt;br /&gt;I can't,&lt;br /&gt;I am suffocating, I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck.&lt;br /&gt;I am held under him.&lt;br /&gt;Touching.&lt;br /&gt;He won't stop touching.&lt;br /&gt;Stop. Please. STOP!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't he get off.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;The wall.&lt;br /&gt;Look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Forget here and now.&lt;br /&gt;The wall is strong.&lt;br /&gt;It can't hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Leave here.&lt;br /&gt;Can't,&lt;br /&gt;He is touching me.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling me.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;His breath on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;He won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think.&lt;br /&gt;Don't move.&lt;br /&gt;If you move, he might do more.&lt;br /&gt;If you move, he might think you are someone else.&lt;br /&gt;No he won't.&lt;br /&gt;He knows who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am his sister.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to sleep here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd he wake me.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do.&lt;br /&gt;Can she hear?&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe he would stop.&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;The wall.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let him know you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;It will all stop eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Really, just don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;10 Minutes, 20, 30.&lt;br /&gt;Please stop soon.&lt;br /&gt;Dont' touch me there.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever touch me there.&lt;br /&gt;You can't.&lt;br /&gt;You are my brother.&lt;br /&gt;That's not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Stop Touching me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't Kiss me, no not my neck.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold me down.&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Now!&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;It's never going to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;Don't move a muscle.&lt;br /&gt;He can't know you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;The wall.&lt;br /&gt;focus on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Drift away from here.&lt;br /&gt;Now look, now that you aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;Look at what he is doing to you.&lt;br /&gt;Pushing you down.&lt;br /&gt;Holding you down.&lt;br /&gt;Touching you,&lt;br /&gt;Your shirt is up.&lt;br /&gt;Underwear down.&lt;br /&gt;Touching, feeling, holding, grabbing, kissing.&lt;br /&gt;Look at what he's doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;What about what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;I am sleeping there.&lt;br /&gt;In his bed.&lt;br /&gt;Like that,&lt;br /&gt;It's not him, It's me.&lt;br /&gt;Just a shirt and underwear?&lt;br /&gt;No pants?&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault he is like this.&lt;br /&gt;Not his. I egged him on.&lt;br /&gt;I was dressed skimpily.&lt;br /&gt;I was in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;So what if he wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;I am 9.&lt;br /&gt;I am too old to sleep in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;I should have slept on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I deserved this.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;If I didnt', then why aren't I stopping him?&lt;br /&gt;Look, I am not moving. I am not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;I am just there.&lt;br /&gt;I am here. feeling him.&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes. done?&lt;br /&gt;He's stopped and gone.&lt;br /&gt;The Wall.&lt;br /&gt;look at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115496894956799140?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115496894956799140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115496894956799140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496894956799140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496894956799140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/wall.html' title='the wall'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115496858895676554</id><published>2006-08-07T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:36:28.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely little girl</title><content type='html'>Hair blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Lonely little girl turns her gaze&lt;br /&gt;Looks out the glass&lt;br /&gt;Fixes her eyes on the brewing storm&lt;br /&gt;Breathes in the cool crisp air&lt;br /&gt;Her mind a spinning spiral&lt;br /&gt;Clouded by fog&lt;br /&gt;Anarchy and chaos fills her mind&lt;br /&gt;A tumult of emotions inside of her&lt;br /&gt;As tears rise unbidden to her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lonely little girl feels trapped&lt;br /&gt;Screams inside of her unable to break free&lt;br /&gt;The wind starts to blow stronger&lt;br /&gt;She watches the leaves fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Drawing a circle as it swirls around&lt;br /&gt;She picks up a pen&lt;br /&gt;Stares blankly ahead&lt;br /&gt;Solitary figure amongst the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Alone in thought&lt;br /&gt;Alone in mind&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;The dark clouds gather&lt;br /&gt;A flash of lightning&lt;br /&gt;A clap of thunder&lt;br /&gt;Not unlike the heavens that open&lt;br /&gt;Lonely little girl starts to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115496858895676554?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115496858895676554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115496858895676554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496858895676554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115496858895676554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/lonely-little-girl.html' title='lonely little girl'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480486549788741</id><published>2006-08-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:07:45.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wont break</title><content type='html'>Beat me up with your words&lt;br /&gt;It’s no different from what I have to bear at home&lt;br /&gt;Go on play with my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Bruise me with your fists, I dare you&lt;br /&gt;Because we both know my boyfriend hits me&lt;br /&gt;And yours is a saint of gods&lt;br /&gt;You could abuse me verbally&lt;br /&gt;You could destroy me emotionally&lt;br /&gt;And you could certainly hurt me physically&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you, I won’t break&lt;br /&gt;Cause there’s nothing you could give me,&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t take and give back more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480466400425540</id><published>2006-08-05T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:04:24.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little girl</title><content type='html'>Little girl I must tell you,&lt;br /&gt;all the pain you have put us through&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I must show you,&lt;br /&gt;all the bad things you do&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I must punish you,&lt;br /&gt;with all the hurt you've been doing&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I must yell at you,&lt;br /&gt;because of all the dreams you've been undoing&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you're so little&lt;br /&gt;So tiny and small&lt;br /&gt;Little girl why do you do this?&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you crying down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, I am so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that did wrong&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I'm the one that made you&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;and made you, when I'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I'm sorry, I need a break&lt;br /&gt;Sometime to get steady&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, I'm sorry your daddy doesn't want you&lt;br /&gt;he does really care&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you're going away for awhile&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't be there&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I'm going to smile&lt;br /&gt;when I really want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I love you&lt;br /&gt;I really did try&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I'm sorry for the pain I do&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could stay here with me&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, your so little&lt;br /&gt;so tiny and small&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I see you again&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all big and tall&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I'm sorry I must say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Little girl be happy&lt;br /&gt;and please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I love you&lt;br /&gt;I really do&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you have to go now&lt;br /&gt;I'll really miss you&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye my&lt;br /&gt;Little girl&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480466400425540?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480466400425540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115480466400425540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480466400425540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480466400425540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-girl.html' title='little girl'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480441871601422</id><published>2006-08-05T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:00:18.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mute</title><content type='html'>Mute&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here&lt;br /&gt;Trying to prove my point&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing makes sense&lt;br /&gt;As if I am mute&lt;br /&gt;Scream as I may&lt;br /&gt;No one shall hear&lt;br /&gt;Nor will they care&lt;br /&gt;Voices echo&lt;br /&gt;Yet none I possess&lt;br /&gt;They're voices of others&lt;br /&gt;Overruling my pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480441871601422?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480441871601422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115480441871601422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480441871601422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480441871601422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/mute.html' title='mute'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480408430904483</id><published>2006-08-05T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:54:44.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just cant fight it</title><content type='html'>Scared to death&lt;br /&gt;Of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Wants and needs&lt;br /&gt;Kept to myself&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of nights&lt;br /&gt;Close by your side&lt;br /&gt;Flesh of our bodies&lt;br /&gt;Merged into one&lt;br /&gt;A perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;My body succumbs&lt;br /&gt;To your strength&lt;br /&gt;Overtaking&lt;br /&gt;All I am&lt;br /&gt;Defenses down&lt;br /&gt;I just can't fight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480408430904483?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480390603148146</id><published>2006-08-05T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:51:46.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a living hell</title><content type='html'>I've been purple and blue,&lt;br /&gt;By so many of you.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what I do,&lt;br /&gt;The inside is permanently a scar.&lt;br /&gt;Why did any of it have to go so far.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer can be at peace&lt;br /&gt;My tears no longer can release&lt;br /&gt;I've become numb from my past pain&lt;br /&gt;That even blood falls like rain&lt;br /&gt;I hate all of you who hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Why couldnt you just let me be&lt;br /&gt;From the time I was only a child&lt;br /&gt;You started this hole,&lt;br /&gt;The one I had to surround with walls so tall&lt;br /&gt;So that I'd never snich, I'd never cry, I'd never tell&lt;br /&gt;My mind become a living hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480390603148146?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480390603148146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115480390603148146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480390603148146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480390603148146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/living-hell.html' title='a living hell'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480371820854072</id><published>2006-08-05T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:48:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasnt the one</title><content type='html'>I want to crawl inside myself&lt;br /&gt;To escape what you think you know&lt;br /&gt;The truths you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;The honesty you’ll never hear&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are blinded by something else&lt;br /&gt;A covering you want to believe&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever get past yourself?&lt;br /&gt;To see the real true&lt;br /&gt;You think you know so much&lt;br /&gt;When really you know nothing&lt;br /&gt;The false sense of security&lt;br /&gt;Is all you really have&lt;br /&gt;When will you open your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;When will you not be deaf?&lt;br /&gt;You think you’ve been around&lt;br /&gt;Have experiences untold&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could say or do&lt;br /&gt;Will ever justify your acts&lt;br /&gt;You talk about trust and love&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Have you searched the significance?&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than fast ones and con jobs&lt;br /&gt;Trust is more than betrayal and lies,&lt;br /&gt;You think you’ve been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how do you figure?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the one,&lt;br /&gt;Who asked about my clit&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the one,&lt;br /&gt;Who asked how many fingers&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the one,&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted to go further&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480371820854072?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480354773715656</id><published>2006-08-05T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:45:47.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you call</title><content type='html'>As crazy as it sounds&lt;br /&gt;I wish so badly you would call&lt;br /&gt;but when you do&lt;br /&gt;because we both know eventually you will&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;do I swallow my pride again?&lt;br /&gt;Like all those times before?&lt;br /&gt;Or do I confess my hate?&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I can speak a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;Why I should hate you&lt;br /&gt;And every time I somehow find a way&lt;br /&gt;To forgive you, again&lt;br /&gt;Push away the pain and deny the past&lt;br /&gt;Its different this time&lt;br /&gt;At least that’s what I convince myself&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sick of this&lt;br /&gt;Of caring about you&lt;br /&gt;And wanting you to be near.&lt;br /&gt;I find an awkward comfort being with you&lt;br /&gt;I’m just so use to the tension,&lt;br /&gt;the denial, and the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;When you call&lt;br /&gt;I’ll attempt to control my instinct&lt;br /&gt;To instantly pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see your number staring about at me&lt;br /&gt;And breathe in deep&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to hear your familiar voice, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480354773715656?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480354773715656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115480354773715656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480354773715656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480354773715656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-call.html' title='you call'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480339557718109</id><published>2006-08-05T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:43:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know you</title><content type='html'>When you come to me and ask for advice&lt;br /&gt;When you call me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crying from deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;The words you are saying&lt;br /&gt;The ones ringing in my ear are upsetting&lt;br /&gt;And I feel I have failed you completely&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think I did&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;How can I?&lt;br /&gt;You’re just not the one I have comfort in&lt;br /&gt;You are not that one&lt;br /&gt;Yet I hear the same tone&lt;br /&gt;Your name is still printed correctly&lt;br /&gt;But yet your personality is gone&lt;br /&gt;Or at least the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be a choice of anger&lt;br /&gt;To write what I fee&lt;br /&gt;lI don't know you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder if I ever have&lt;br /&gt;Your speaking with feelings unheard of&lt;br /&gt;Questioning things never asked&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;Is the simple fact&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480339557718109?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480330053681175</id><published>2006-08-05T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:41:40.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i act</title><content type='html'>I act like a child&lt;br /&gt;Who is wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;And who does not care&lt;br /&gt;What you think about her&lt;br /&gt;Because she is happy&lt;br /&gt;With what she is&lt;br /&gt;And what she has become&lt;br /&gt;And the laughs&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bother her&lt;br /&gt;Because she is happy&lt;br /&gt;With what she is&lt;br /&gt;They look her in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;and they call her&lt;br /&gt;immature and wrong&lt;br /&gt;she just looks at them&lt;br /&gt;into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;and she thanks them&lt;br /&gt;for what they are doing&lt;br /&gt;because it makes her&lt;br /&gt;stronger you see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480330053681175?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480330053681175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115480330053681175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480330053681175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480330053681175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-act.html' title='i act'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480309343050161</id><published>2006-08-05T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:38:13.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house full of rage</title><content type='html'>This house is so full of rage&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wish I could turn the page&lt;br /&gt;just once&lt;br /&gt;not twice or anymore&lt;br /&gt;someday I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could leave&lt;br /&gt;just get out and&lt;br /&gt;leave this place&lt;br /&gt;this house is full of rage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480309343050161?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480309343050161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480302706546499</id><published>2006-08-05T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:37:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful sight</title><content type='html'>I can’t sleep, I’m not tired again tonight&lt;br /&gt;so I lay in the dark putting up a fight&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I see things that aren’t there&lt;br /&gt;my eyes turn white, and I get scared&lt;br /&gt;it’s over now. I made it out somehow&lt;br /&gt;it’s so easy for you to make me break&lt;br /&gt;and every opportunity I give, you take&lt;br /&gt;you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;but you know you cause me misery like no other&lt;br /&gt;don’t say you love me&lt;br /&gt;deny your lover, deny me, you know you love her&lt;br /&gt;you’re everything I covet&lt;br /&gt;you know it.&lt;br /&gt;And you love it&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were more open and outspoken&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take off my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would tell you my life isn’t broken&lt;br /&gt;but I’m too tired right now to lie&lt;br /&gt;more pills to drift me off to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I wake up to a beautiful sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480302706546499?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480292041238990</id><published>2006-08-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:35:20.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holow inside</title><content type='html'>Hollow inside,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes never cry&lt;br /&gt;lonely and dieing&lt;br /&gt;won't let anyone close enough to heal the pain,&lt;br /&gt;and tragedy you endure&lt;br /&gt;faking strong doesn't get you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;rotten with intentions,&lt;br /&gt;yet blooming for affection&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with you mind?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you deserve that much from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;After the bullshit and lies you spread,&lt;br /&gt;after they cry and need help getting back up,&lt;br /&gt;from being pushed away so roughly,&lt;br /&gt;by the hands you claimthe mirror is there,&lt;br /&gt;but you’re blind to your own image&lt;br /&gt;blind to it all&lt;br /&gt;never seeing the bad in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;yet looking away at the glare of the light&lt;br /&gt;too much to accept&lt;br /&gt;so live the life of a lie&lt;br /&gt;becoming colder and colder each day&lt;br /&gt;not giving but wanting,&lt;br /&gt;never saying sorry to all that you hurted&lt;br /&gt;just going on as if everything’s okay&lt;br /&gt;its simpler for the blind&lt;br /&gt;the blind in heart and mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480292041238990?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480292041238990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115480292041238990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480292041238990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480292041238990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/holow-inside.html' title='holow inside'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115480269950288898</id><published>2006-08-05T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:31:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont know how</title><content type='html'>There’s something that I can not hide&lt;br /&gt;There’s something leaking from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Something’s following me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;There’s something that I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Before there’s no more reason to live&lt;br /&gt;I have to let it freeI need to, have to let it go&lt;br /&gt;There’s something that you have to know&lt;br /&gt;This secrets eating me alive&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and cryI’m crying, I’m falling&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;It's taking over my eternity I need to, have to let it out&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you but I don’t know how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480269950288898?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480269950288898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115480269950288898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Promise you will not tell,                              &lt;br /&gt;The secret that I tell,                              &lt;br /&gt;I hope you will not fail,                              &lt;br /&gt;I really need to tell you this,                              &lt;br /&gt;Promise you will not tell,                              &lt;br /&gt;I have a secret story,                              &lt;br /&gt;My own special tale,                              &lt;br /&gt;Just listen to me please,                              &lt;br /&gt;And promise not to tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115480260972180988?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115480260972180988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115480260972180988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480260972180988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115480260972180988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/secrets.html' title='secrets'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479373808265103</id><published>2006-08-05T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:02:18.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to let you go</title><content type='html'>Let You Go&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to let go&lt;br /&gt;The promises&lt;br /&gt;I made you&lt;br /&gt;The lies that I spit&lt;br /&gt;For everything we had&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can let go&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do it&lt;br /&gt;But I know I must do it&lt;br /&gt;It's getting too late&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to let you go&lt;br /&gt;The childish sayings&lt;br /&gt;The little things done&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do I know&lt;br /&gt;I have to do it&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to it anymore&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I have to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;It's getting too late&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479373808265103?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479364257540302</id><published>2006-08-05T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:00:42.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hes not here</title><content type='html'>The words he said,&lt;br /&gt;And the actions he did,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me more than anyone could before,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;Soft hearted and week,&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;At least he's not here too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479364257540302?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479364257540302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479364257540302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479364257540302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479364257540302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-not-here.html' title='hes not here'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479351669182048</id><published>2006-08-05T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:58:36.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been sitting in a crowd and realized that you were alone?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever held out your hand in friendship and gotten slapped away?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been told that someone enjoyed your company and then avoided you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like something was wrong with you and you had no idea why?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried your very best to impress someone and fell flat on your face?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone away and no one wondered where you were?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever truly loved and not had it returned?&lt;br /&gt;Hace you ever written something important to you and no one read it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479351669182048?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479351669182048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479351669182048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479351669182048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479351669182048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479344699417139</id><published>2006-08-05T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:57:26.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you dont know me</title><content type='html'>You don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;You think you do,&lt;br /&gt;but you have never seen the real me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a person you would want to take home.&lt;br /&gt;If you knew what was really in my heart&lt;br /&gt;you would run and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;There is a demon lurking behind these eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A heart of stone lives within.&lt;br /&gt;I can walk away and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;I can leave everything here&lt;br /&gt;and start a new life&lt;br /&gt;that you would not recognize.&lt;br /&gt;Remorse is not a part of my make up.&lt;br /&gt;Lethal I could be.&lt;br /&gt;I watch you move like a lamb in the meadow&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be attacked.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me drool with lust.&lt;br /&gt;Cross me and I can rip out your soul with one look.&lt;br /&gt;So you think you know.&lt;br /&gt;Think again!&lt;br /&gt;I chose to shout the door long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Do not open it.&lt;br /&gt;Do not pull in the rusted handle.&lt;br /&gt;Do not unlock the bolt.&lt;br /&gt;The heavy wooden door is the passage&lt;br /&gt;way back to feelings from another life.&lt;br /&gt;It is a hall that I do not want to travel down again.&lt;br /&gt;The demons that rest there are shackled to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;That is where they need to stay.&lt;br /&gt;To face them again would be the end of my world.&lt;br /&gt;They would take over my mind&lt;br /&gt;and leave me chained inside.&lt;br /&gt;All my treasures would be stolen in the night.&lt;br /&gt;So, please go away and leave it closed.&lt;br /&gt;Please go away and leave my heart alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479344699417139?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479344699417139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479344699417139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479344699417139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479344699417139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-dont-know-me.html' title='you dont know me'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479324305360087</id><published>2006-08-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:54:03.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden pain</title><content type='html'>Hidden Pain&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see someone who is young?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is happy?&lt;br /&gt;Carefree?&lt;br /&gt;If that is what you see, look again&lt;br /&gt;Because that is not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Look past the smile and into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It is true what they say, eyes do not lie&lt;br /&gt;For they are the windows to my spirit and soul&lt;br /&gt;It is there you will find the secrets untold&lt;br /&gt;The pain of my past&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainty of my future&lt;br /&gt;This is the real me&lt;br /&gt;The "me" I don't let others see&lt;br /&gt;Because to show this would make me weak&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've tried to be strong&lt;br /&gt;For 19 years I've tried to hold on&lt;br /&gt;But now my soul is getting tired&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit is dying&lt;br /&gt;It is getting harder and harder to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Giving up seems so easy&lt;br /&gt;Just letting life go, all the bad memories&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;I know there must be a better way for me&lt;br /&gt;I know I will have to keep fighting if I ever want to be free&lt;br /&gt;So fight I will for that invisible goal&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be hard&lt;br /&gt;I need not be told&lt;br /&gt;Just pray for me that in this battle I will stand tall&lt;br /&gt;And please stand by me, help me not to fall&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose this fight&lt;br /&gt;Then it just was not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be sad, don't cry for me&lt;br /&gt;For whether I am here or not, I won't be in such misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479324305360087?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479324305360087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479324305360087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479324305360087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479324305360087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/hidden-pain.html' title='hidden pain'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479314412785071</id><published>2006-08-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:52:24.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>consumes you</title><content type='html'>You consume it, but wait&lt;br /&gt;it consumes you just the same&lt;br /&gt;it’s this cycle I truly hate&lt;br /&gt;shower down my face like crying rain&lt;br /&gt;is it worth everything to lose?&lt;br /&gt;I just cant decide what to do&lt;br /&gt;because of the things you choose&lt;br /&gt;I cry for you all and I hate you&lt;br /&gt;I hate because of my aching heart&lt;br /&gt;to see you die slowly in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;such fun will rip you completely apart&lt;br /&gt;preventing this, no one more than I try&lt;br /&gt;it hurts but its no use of me&lt;br /&gt;you'll never learn or see my way&lt;br /&gt;I want the person you used to be&lt;br /&gt;before another drug, takes you away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479314412785071?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479314412785071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479314412785071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479314412785071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479314412785071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/consumes-you.html' title='consumes you'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479305770467435</id><published>2006-08-05T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:50:57.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate in a shot glass</title><content type='html'>Drunken minds are clumsy&lt;br /&gt;and stumble thru my pain,&lt;br /&gt;then dance with every tear,&lt;br /&gt;like tango in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Open eyes of solitude,&lt;br /&gt;Stare into my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and drown inside my hope,&lt;br /&gt;infecting self-control.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching arms grow closer;&lt;br /&gt;Fingernails graze my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Miniature incisions,&lt;br /&gt;Tear my world apart.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pounding faster,&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for insanity's mental homicide.&lt;br /&gt;Lips savor my torment,&lt;br /&gt;Revolting flavors in disguise,&lt;br /&gt;And when corruption kills me,&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Desperations pull me under&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for my life,&lt;br /&gt;Tasting candy coated sin,&lt;br /&gt;And fiending in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Hate seeping through my pores,&lt;br /&gt;and spill onto my fate,&lt;br /&gt;all attempts to save my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Will be an eternity too late.&lt;br /&gt;I’m chin deep in sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And love is sinking fast,&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to rid the pain&lt;br /&gt;With hate in a shot glass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479305770467435?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479305770467435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479305770467435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479305770467435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479305770467435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/hate-in-shot-glass.html' title='hate in a shot glass'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479295286025570</id><published>2006-08-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:49:12.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this</title><content type='html'>Fuck this world&lt;br /&gt;fuck this place&lt;br /&gt;fuck my friends&lt;br /&gt;fuck this race&lt;br /&gt;fuck this shit that we call love&lt;br /&gt;fuck the weed and fuck the drugs&lt;br /&gt;fuck the sex that is so great&lt;br /&gt;fuck your moms and fuck your dads&lt;br /&gt;fuck the gangs&lt;br /&gt;fuck the guns&lt;br /&gt;fuck the people you call friends&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the end it's fucked so.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this world&lt;br /&gt;fuck this place&lt;br /&gt;fuck this shit, life’s a game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479295286025570?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479295286025570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479295286025570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479295286025570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479295286025570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuck-this.html' title='fuck this'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479288298994131</id><published>2006-08-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:48:02.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of night</title><content type='html'>Dreams of night&lt;br /&gt;To take you there&lt;br /&gt;Passion folds&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;Just the need&lt;br /&gt;Takes my mind&lt;br /&gt;To fantasy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479288298994131?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479288298994131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479288298994131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479288298994131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479288298994131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/dreams-of-night.html' title='Dreams of night'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479282933884166</id><published>2006-08-05T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:47:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>endless nothing</title><content type='html'>Thoughts inside&lt;br /&gt;Of days gone by&lt;br /&gt;Deceptions made&lt;br /&gt;Of those you trust&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing now&lt;br /&gt;Of which is right&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing still&lt;br /&gt;Of times you lived&lt;br /&gt;Behold the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Of those you love&lt;br /&gt;Listen closely&lt;br /&gt;Of their lies&lt;br /&gt;Hear them speak&lt;br /&gt;Of endless nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479282933884166?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479282933884166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479282933884166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479282933884166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479282933884166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/endless-nothing.html' title='endless nothing'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479275429940250</id><published>2006-08-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:45:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>destroyed me</title><content type='html'>You have destroyed me,&lt;br /&gt;what was left of me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt take it anymore the games you play.&lt;br /&gt;But I still wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Empty space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to play?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to say,&lt;br /&gt;those words?&lt;br /&gt;And I cant get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;you ask, do I understand?&lt;br /&gt;No I dont, but it hurts,&lt;br /&gt; as shards of my own hate pierce my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;once again just like every other guy&lt;br /&gt;you tore out my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Left me alone to pick up what remained.&lt;br /&gt;But this time I havent the strength&lt;br /&gt;to pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;And I dont, I dont give a fuck about you,&lt;br /&gt;about the world, about anything.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats true&lt;br /&gt;all I know is&lt;br /&gt;that I was completely in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;But oh what a way to be broken,&lt;br /&gt;in the gentle hands of love.&lt;br /&gt;Soft, gentle-breakable&lt;br /&gt;Un-like the glass heart that they once held.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479275429940250?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479275429940250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479275429940250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479275429940250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479275429940250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/destroyed-me.html' title='destroyed me'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479257189498479</id><published>2006-08-05T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:42:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont want to go home</title><content type='html'>I dont want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;Not now&lt;br /&gt;not when everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;not when I feel complete&lt;br /&gt;not when I am in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Heaven on this hellish earth&lt;br /&gt;I dont get this often&lt;br /&gt;any day in my life&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me go home now&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to move anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;To still be happy&lt;br /&gt;still feel so over the world&lt;br /&gt;when I have no right to feel so&lt;br /&gt;when the only thing I ever want&lt;br /&gt;had already been diminished&lt;br /&gt;by a simple truth&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;cause theres no one else to blame&lt;br /&gt;No one to shoulder my rage&lt;br /&gt;No one I could curse at&lt;br /&gt;except for myself&lt;br /&gt;for falling so hard&lt;br /&gt;Its all my fault&lt;br /&gt;for breaking down&lt;br /&gt;in my own way&lt;br /&gt;for crying&lt;br /&gt;these silent tears&lt;br /&gt;for carrying&lt;br /&gt;this burden on my entire self&lt;br /&gt;I dont ever want&lt;br /&gt;to be the person Id become&lt;br /&gt;but I couldnt choose&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479257189498479?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479257189498479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479257189498479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479257189498479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479257189498479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-want-to-go-home.html' title='dont want to go home'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479241603765554</id><published>2006-08-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:40:16.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the same</title><content type='html'>Next time you see me&lt;br /&gt;dont look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;Next time you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;Ill turn the other way&lt;br /&gt;Im no fool&lt;br /&gt;not even for you&lt;br /&gt;Im no fool&lt;br /&gt;for the things you do&lt;br /&gt;Its all a game&lt;br /&gt;its all the same&lt;br /&gt;Dont call me "baby"&lt;br /&gt;dont try to be the one&lt;br /&gt;to tell me everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Dont say you love me&lt;br /&gt;love has died in my heart&lt;br /&gt;the way your words die in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me "baby"&lt;br /&gt;its all the same&lt;br /&gt;all the same&lt;br /&gt;What I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;is how you forget so easily&lt;br /&gt;theres blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;hearts break easily&lt;br /&gt;Im fine on my own&lt;br /&gt;all through crying over you&lt;br /&gt;Im fine all alone&lt;br /&gt;much better off without you&lt;br /&gt;Dont call me "baby"&lt;br /&gt;nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;is ever gonna make it right&lt;br /&gt;Dont say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Ive shut the door&lt;br /&gt;and locked my heart up tight&lt;br /&gt;Dont call me "baby"&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;all the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479241603765554?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479241603765554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479241603765554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479241603765554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479241603765554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-same.html' title='all the same'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479222806903129</id><published>2006-08-05T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:37:08.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sole work of the devil</title><content type='html'>The demons block my view&lt;br /&gt;Their aura fills my chest&lt;br /&gt;I breathe in their demonic thoughts&lt;br /&gt;They put me to the test&lt;br /&gt;I sink into their mindset&lt;br /&gt;My world's a living hell&lt;br /&gt;How long I can withstand it&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;My body is their temple&lt;br /&gt;I sink down to their level&lt;br /&gt;The drugs I take are demons&lt;br /&gt;The sole work of the devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479222806903129?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479222806903129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479222806903129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479222806903129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479222806903129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/sole-work-of-devil.html' title='sole work of the devil'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479212827147854</id><published>2006-08-05T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:35:28.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming, Wailing, Crying</title><content type='html'>Screaming, Wailing, Crying&lt;br /&gt;A wave of hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;Gashes in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cant be seen in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The calm before the storm&lt;br /&gt;The sun burning bright&lt;br /&gt;No clouding in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Fresh air and morning light&lt;br /&gt;The happiness inside&lt;br /&gt;Not lasting very long&lt;br /&gt;Sadness taking over&lt;br /&gt;Yet I’ve done nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen down, please help me&lt;br /&gt;Take a grasp upon my hand&lt;br /&gt;Help me out and take me&lt;br /&gt;To someplace where I can stand&lt;br /&gt;Don’t laugh at my misfortunes&lt;br /&gt;Its not my fault&lt;br /&gt;I cry out loud&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask about my wounds&lt;br /&gt;Self inflicted cuts are not "allowed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479212827147854?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479212827147854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479212827147854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479212827147854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479212827147854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/screaming-wailing-crying.html' title='Screaming, Wailing, Crying'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479203293488887</id><published>2006-08-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:33:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cruel intentions</title><content type='html'>Cruel intentions&lt;br /&gt;Are what you had&lt;br /&gt;When we were together&lt;br /&gt;you did nothing but make me sad&lt;br /&gt;I let you into my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel used&lt;br /&gt;I will never again let anyone get that close&lt;br /&gt;because my trust was abused&lt;br /&gt;You planned it all along&lt;br /&gt;I knew it in my head&lt;br /&gt;That cruel intentions were all you ever had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479203293488887?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479203293488887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479203293488887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479203293488887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479203293488887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/cruel-intentions.html' title='cruel intentions'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479186768229537</id><published>2006-08-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:31:07.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rage inside of me</title><content type='html'>Rage inside me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t contain&lt;br /&gt;Fighting more&lt;br /&gt;To just remain calm&lt;br /&gt;You want control&lt;br /&gt;I want release&lt;br /&gt;To get away&lt;br /&gt;From your hold&lt;br /&gt;Listen now&lt;br /&gt;And listen good&lt;br /&gt;Get the fuck&lt;br /&gt;Out of my business&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you&lt;br /&gt;Or even need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479186768229537?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479186768229537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479186768229537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479186768229537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479186768229537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/rage-inside-of-me.html' title='rage inside of me'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115479176149839690</id><published>2006-08-05T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:29:21.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see thru you</title><content type='html'>Hate fills me&lt;br /&gt;Love awaits me&lt;br /&gt;Fire consumes me&lt;br /&gt;No water can quench me&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls on me&lt;br /&gt;Angers churns in me&lt;br /&gt;Eyes glare upon me&lt;br /&gt;Daggers pierce through me&lt;br /&gt;Lies devour you&lt;br /&gt;Terror inflates you&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness consumes you&lt;br /&gt;No honor can find you&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to know you&lt;br /&gt;I try not to hate you&lt;br /&gt;Seeing right through you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115479176149839690?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115479176149839690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115479176149839690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479176149839690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115479176149839690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/08/see-thru-you.html' title='see thru you'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403748163438255</id><published>2006-07-27T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:07:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self hating girl</title><content type='html'>Same cold steel blade&lt;br /&gt;stained with last nights crimson pain&lt;br /&gt;same place tonight&lt;br /&gt;same knife to the same vein&lt;br /&gt;I lick my blood&lt;br /&gt;and suck my wound&lt;br /&gt;sit tastes like pain&lt;br /&gt;and hurts like you&lt;br /&gt;a sick little self healing ritual&lt;br /&gt;to forget about another wasted day&lt;br /&gt;but this is the night I go too far&lt;br /&gt;today I kill all the shame away&lt;br /&gt;watch me kill myself&lt;br /&gt;and know that Im doing it for you&lt;br /&gt;everything I get the courage to say&lt;br /&gt;you fucking say you already knew&lt;br /&gt;Ive shown you the worst side of me&lt;br /&gt;no wonder you think the worst of me&lt;br /&gt;you used to take pity on me&lt;br /&gt;but now youre just fucking glad you aint me&lt;br /&gt;glad its not your body&lt;br /&gt;cut up and slit open to the world&lt;br /&gt;glad as fucking anything&lt;br /&gt;youre not this rotten self hating girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403748163438255?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403748163438255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403748163438255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403748163438255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403748163438255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/07/self-hating-girl.html' title='self hating girl'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403739024169582</id><published>2006-07-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:56:30.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shut the fuck up</title><content type='html'>I read through your lies&lt;br /&gt;Your words of concern&lt;br /&gt;They're not what they seem&lt;br /&gt;I've seen your true side&lt;br /&gt;You've convinced everyone&lt;br /&gt;That your love is sincere&lt;br /&gt;They don't see what I do&lt;br /&gt;When we're left all alone&lt;br /&gt;The words that you speak&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions you make&lt;br /&gt;Not listening to me&lt;br /&gt;But to all of my "friends"&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;So shut the fuck up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403739024169582?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403739024169582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403739024169582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403739024169582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403739024169582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/07/shut-fuck-up.html' title='shut the fuck up'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403733276419473</id><published>2006-07-27T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:55:32.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>released</title><content type='html'>Lover's fire&lt;br /&gt;Burns within&lt;br /&gt;Passion flowing&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Heart are pounding&lt;br /&gt;Flesh on flesh&lt;br /&gt;Perfect timing&lt;br /&gt;Bodies move&lt;br /&gt;Caress and touch&lt;br /&gt;Fevers rise&lt;br /&gt;Only ceasing&lt;br /&gt;At the time&lt;br /&gt;Boiling temps&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty skin&lt;br /&gt;Trembling&lt;br /&gt;Quaking&lt;br /&gt;Just released&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403733276419473?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403733276419473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403733276419473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403733276419473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403733276419473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/07/released.html' title='released'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403722365944770</id><published>2006-07-27T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:53:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>searching</title><content type='html'>Finding me&lt;br /&gt;The one I lost&lt;br /&gt;The picture not&lt;br /&gt;What I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here&lt;br /&gt;A different place&lt;br /&gt;Loving all&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing now&lt;br /&gt;Passion heats&lt;br /&gt;Inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;Desires rise&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Rekindling what&lt;br /&gt;I knew was there&lt;br /&gt;Hidden far&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for more&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;The new and the old&lt;br /&gt;Merging before you&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Than the past&lt;br /&gt;Searching for&lt;br /&gt;The things I need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403722365944770?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403722365944770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403722365944770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of your lies.&lt;br /&gt;The heart brutally beaten, you laugh as it dies.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh skin slit under the blades of your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;You speak cruel words "come on baby isnt this fun?"&lt;br /&gt;I bleed, I strain, and I cry jagged tears.&lt;br /&gt;Sharpened by the hands of your lies.&lt;br /&gt;My soul brutally beaten you laugh as it dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403712847378152?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403712847378152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403712847378152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happy&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little blue&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little lost too&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little scared&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little down&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little girl&lt;br /&gt;With a little frown&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little me&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little dead&lt;br /&gt;Or soon will be&lt;br /&gt;Shes a little girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403708022201739?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403708022201739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403708022201739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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line&lt;br /&gt;The pain starts to seep in&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;try to secure my cries&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of my future&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of my life&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of him and them&lt;br /&gt;Im scared to cut any deeper, but&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all up to the knife&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of lifeI try to shout&lt;br /&gt;but "no reason," or "I dont know"&lt;br /&gt;is all that comes out&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of me, I’m sick of being sad&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of you telling me&lt;br /&gt;that I shouldnt be so mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403701625040410?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403701625040410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>shes gone</title><content type='html'>Searching, looking, seeking&lt;br /&gt;Where did she go?&lt;br /&gt;She appeared just the other day&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;She was here,&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed&lt;br /&gt;She was gone&lt;br /&gt;So many plans she said&lt;br /&gt;So many losses I have given her&lt;br /&gt;I had no solace to offer&lt;br /&gt;So off she went&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me alone to&lt;br /&gt;Crying for what I should have done&lt;br /&gt;For what I should have been&lt;br /&gt;The things I've seen&lt;br /&gt;Her innocence I've lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403689802567855?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403689802567855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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me</title><content type='html'>Remember me?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you do&lt;br /&gt;You played with my heart&lt;br /&gt;And found it cool&lt;br /&gt;You didnt care&lt;br /&gt;And you werent aware&lt;br /&gt;People do have feelings&lt;br /&gt;Yours just arent there&lt;br /&gt;So if you do fall in love one day&lt;br /&gt;I hope they play your little game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403681371609855?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403681371609855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403681371609855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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second you first hit me&lt;br /&gt;my heart was smothered in pain&lt;br /&gt;it rained&lt;br /&gt;for hours&lt;br /&gt;my eyes they did rain&lt;br /&gt;for hours&lt;br /&gt;you never saw&lt;br /&gt;still how is it so easy&lt;br /&gt;for you to not care&lt;br /&gt;your apathy wears away at me&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer bear the abuse&lt;br /&gt;That which Im given by no means&lt;br /&gt;can be confused into love&lt;br /&gt;I know what youre doing&lt;br /&gt;so dont act like youre blind or then again,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you are&lt;br /&gt;I was taken for a prop?&lt;br /&gt;A love machine?&lt;br /&gt;You could use and&lt;br /&gt;then put down what are we doing this for?&lt;br /&gt;To cause each other tears&lt;br /&gt;or to make a brighter way&lt;br /&gt;if you love you wouldn't say what you say&lt;br /&gt;if you love me you would love ME every day&lt;br /&gt;So Im going to leave you&lt;br /&gt;now you say you cry and you blame it all on me&lt;br /&gt;now you say I lie but I never lied&lt;br /&gt;Ive just had enough of being mistreated&lt;br /&gt;Again by the one I gave my very soul and trust to&lt;br /&gt;I loved your great compassionate heart from the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;what has happened to the compassionwhat has filled it's space?&lt;br /&gt;That you forgot to give and saw me only for what you could take&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would hear the words you said today&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you could deface me that way&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was here but that was a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever say you love me&lt;br /&gt;when you can hurt me though I try&lt;br /&gt;and never think twice&lt;br /&gt;I ask God why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403671417989800?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403671417989800/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403640565512769</id><published>2006-07-27T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:13:27.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art of mating</title><content type='html'>Stolen, lost and plucked free of childhood innocence&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt abandoned, as they wish to see&lt;br /&gt;I didnt give it up, I was 3&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back in time, I wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would change&lt;br /&gt;Id still be me, youd still be you&lt;br /&gt;Theyd still be them&lt;br /&gt;You won them over somehow&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt your personality&lt;br /&gt;Even as a young child, I seen the fraud&lt;br /&gt;Yet you were still allowed to touch me&lt;br /&gt;To take away form me something&lt;br /&gt;Ill never get back&lt;br /&gt;He, touches me, I hate you&lt;br /&gt;And him in the process&lt;br /&gt;Its not right,&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be hugged&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be kissed,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of his tongue brings me back&lt;br /&gt;I never scream though&lt;br /&gt;For this you would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;You win I lose&lt;br /&gt;But hes not a winner&lt;br /&gt;As bad as it may sound&lt;br /&gt;He loses gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;In the art of mating&lt;br /&gt;Im in control,&lt;br /&gt;Or so I used to think&lt;br /&gt;But really, its you&lt;br /&gt;Its your touch I fight&lt;br /&gt;Its your kiss I hate&lt;br /&gt;Hes lost somewhere in the middle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403640565512769?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403640565512769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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treatment</title><content type='html'>The Treatment&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I was a child&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't remember this&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I was young&lt;br /&gt;That's the way they say it is&lt;br /&gt;I must accept the information&lt;br /&gt;They give me 'bout my youth&lt;br /&gt;Without it there is emptiness&lt;br /&gt;And that's the total truth&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I remember not&lt;br /&gt;Years within my life&lt;br /&gt;I've only bits and pieces&lt;br /&gt;And of those I cannot write&lt;br /&gt;I went to some professionals&lt;br /&gt;To look into my past&lt;br /&gt;They came to their conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Then set about their task&lt;br /&gt;Now if you treat the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;The disease will still exist&lt;br /&gt;But what if you treat the disease&lt;br /&gt;And the symptoms yet persist?&lt;br /&gt;It seems something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;When this is the case&lt;br /&gt;So I look for a ray&lt;br /&gt;But I see not a trace&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by as symptoms increase&lt;br /&gt;Depression, fear, anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;And dreams that are recurring&lt;br /&gt;Which make no sense to me&lt;br /&gt;I once thought of suicide&lt;br /&gt;As a permanent solution&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the perfect answer&lt;br /&gt;To the painful evolution&lt;br /&gt;I know for me to take my life&lt;br /&gt;Would end their lives as well&lt;br /&gt;And the permanent solution&lt;br /&gt;Means an eternity of hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403631578227973?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403631578227973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403631578227973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the fear&lt;br /&gt;The fear deep down inside.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me shake, and want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;This fear inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;All I do is hold it in,&lt;br /&gt;So no one else can see.&lt;br /&gt;I can only wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;And if it's even real.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Where'd I go?"&lt;br /&gt;Is really what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;What lies behind this mask I wear&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to see.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I look inside&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;The pain,&lt;br /&gt;The hurt,&lt;br /&gt;The anger,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I ever know.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;And wonder,&lt;br /&gt;"Does it show?"&lt;br /&gt;The fear they've caused,&lt;br /&gt;The pain I feel, I'll never let them see.&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed of what they've done&lt;br /&gt;Even though it wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find myself?&lt;br /&gt;This I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;I know she's hiding there inside,&lt;br /&gt;But is she strong enough to show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403613859736396?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403613859736396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403613859736396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403613859736396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403613859736396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/07/mask.html' title='the mask'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403600955610005</id><published>2006-07-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:33:29.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl isnt me</title><content type='html'>There's a girl in my mirror crying tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothin I can tell her&lt;br /&gt;to make her feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;There are black streaks&lt;br /&gt;on her face left by mascara tears&lt;br /&gt;and nothin at all&lt;br /&gt;can silence her fears.&lt;br /&gt;She thought she had it all&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how hard she could fall,&lt;br /&gt;standing amidst the rubble and debris&lt;br /&gt;That girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;doesn't look like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403600955610005?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403600955610005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403600955610005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403600955610005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403600955610005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/07/girl-isnt-me.html' title='the girl isnt me'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403586346504170</id><published>2006-07-27T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:15:08.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>Their words became painful whips against my pride. The yelling which pounded inside my head left me with headaches so bad I couldnt stand it. I tried so hard to fight them, day after day, but it became harder and they grew stronger. The more I fought, the weaker I became. My body couldnt handle their immense power, and my mind couldnt handle their thrashing. I soon began to withdraw my innerself, my true form, from the world. The things I once loved became shadows of a forgotten life. I preferred to pass the time alone in my darkened room with but a single candle to light my proceedings. At least here I could cry without shame, here I could fight them without being heard. This was my sanctuary, and although I was not safe in it, I was alone. I could escape the judgment of the cruel world; I could accomplish what needed to be done. I let the silence surround me, and the darkness engulf me, drawing me into my darkened hole. I would shine the razor, glistening and silver in the dull light, allowing it to cast a haunting shadow on the adjacent wall, and then I would cut my pain away. My mind would go blank as the ecstasy of this pain presented itself. As I cut, they urged me on, they told me that when I stopped, my shame would return. So for them I continued until that piece of my skin was swollen and red. I couldn’t fight them. Twenty years of crimson pain were shed upon the cold hard floor that night. No longer was I expected to fake a smile, no longer did I have to lie. No sound escaped my tear soaked lipsas I quietly wept, alone on the white ceramic of my bathtub. Such a fitting end to my lonely life, I was alone in this world, I was alone in death, but at least I would finally be truly alone. No longer would I have to endure the dry, raspy voice, which had caused so much pain and doubt in my life. No longer would I have to fear his childish words, convincing me of my death, as he told me glorious stories of a friendship I could have, a friendship which could never be. The voices were gone for the first time in years and they would never come back. As I lie there on the ground, the life draining from my pale bloodstreaked body I could hear everything. I could understand the quiet lyrics as they sang to me their cyanide secrets and deadly dreams. I could hear my dogs quietly sniffing at the door questioningly. In those last few minutes, I listened to the water, rushing from the silver faucet, which had been turned on to conceal my last cries. I heard the drain swallowing the water, which had mixed with my maroon blood and salted tears. In those last moments, everything had become so clear, the cloak of secrecy had been lifted off me, I sat there, exposed to the world. I remember the peaceful calm, which swept over me like a comforting blanket. I can still see that last image of my blood, my life, flowing majestically down the drain in a wondrous hue, I finally finished that which I had started so many times. As I exhaled my last breath, two words escaped my lips, which had protected sso many secrets before now. “Im free” With these words I closed my eyes and let my life flee from me, for I never feared death, I feared life with out death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403586346504170?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/feeds/115403586346504170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490134&amp;postID=115403586346504170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403586346504170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490134/posts/default/115403586346504170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspeakable.blogspot.com/2006/07/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11417238595138563535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403565040134864</id><published>2006-07-27T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:27:30.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cant take my soul</title><content type='html'>The pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;Is something you don't see&lt;br /&gt;These things haunt my soul&lt;br /&gt;They have let me become who I am today&lt;br /&gt;The things I see in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Soon become reality&lt;br /&gt;And they are all set free&lt;br /&gt;Like demons coming out of a box&lt;br /&gt;That haunt everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;The demons get released&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I see the demons coming to take away my soul&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;To try and save myself&lt;br /&gt;But they tend to find me&lt;br /&gt;Wherever they may be&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough they'll find me&lt;br /&gt;And then they'll take my soul&lt;br /&gt;These demons that I fight&lt;br /&gt;Seem to always win&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I doI'll always lose control&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope for me&lt;br /&gt;So before these little demons come to take my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll slit my wrist and my throat&lt;br /&gt;So then those demons can't take my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403565040134864?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490134.post-115403553469009677</id><published>2006-07-27T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:15:38.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to buy a little time</title><content type='html'>Drugs are bad!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know,&lt;br /&gt;but, there is nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt give for another toke,&lt;br /&gt;just one more smoke,&lt;br /&gt;give me a drink,&lt;br /&gt;so I can think,&lt;br /&gt;just one more line,&lt;br /&gt;its not a crime,&lt;br /&gt;Ill buy a lil’ time,&lt;br /&gt;time away,&lt;br /&gt;away from his place,&lt;br /&gt;my god I’m such a disgrace!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490134-115403553469009677?l=unspeakable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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