<?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-1530745356496604458</id><updated>2011-12-05T12:41:28.981-06:00</updated><category term='To the Future'/><category term='Puppy Love At It&apos;s Lowest'/><category term='Remember Forever'/><title type='text'>You're A Poet and Didn't Know It</title><subtitle type='html'>From the Heart of a Girl, Mom, Wife and Woman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8527165445200980725</id><published>2011-10-12T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:26:32.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>You say the right things&lt;div&gt;You make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life before you was just okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathe a little deeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love a little longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a little clearer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You brighten the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbreak&lt;/span&gt; my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being with you is easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8527165445200980725?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8527165445200980725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7967886062253489028</id><published>2011-10-12T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:20:04.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>stuck&lt;div&gt;screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't break free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a release&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lust &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no worries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no expectancies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where am I going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am stuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't break free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7967886062253489028?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7967886062253489028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7967886062253489028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7967886062253489028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7967886062253489028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2011/10/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-5017238287552893624</id><published>2011-10-12T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:08:01.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Hero</title><content type='html'>hold my hand&lt;div&gt;crush my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;touch my cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hide my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accept my flaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;treat me right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;save my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-5017238287552893624?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7385193243531421452</id><published>2011-09-15T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:12:52.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Square One</title><content type='html'>Something isn't right&lt;div&gt;My world has shifted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time stands still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart aches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is haunting me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past is repeated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trust broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurting again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words cannot express&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7385193243531421452?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7385193243531421452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7385193243531421452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7385193243531421452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7385193243531421452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to Square One'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-2023574275831170225</id><published>2011-09-14T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:48:17.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing, Believing, Denying</title><content type='html'>I saw what I saw&lt;div&gt;I see what I see&lt;div&gt;The truth is not good enough for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I were blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause my heart can't take another lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I live in denial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer ignorant bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wish you thought I was better than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-2023574275831170225?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/2023574275831170225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=2023574275831170225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/2023574275831170225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/2023574275831170225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2011/09/seeing-believing-denying.html' title='Seeing, Believing, Denying'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8429237666356880831</id><published>2011-09-11T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:20:16.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember Forever'/><title type='text'>September 11th 2001 - Crystal Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a poem written by another military wife. While my words failed me, she came up with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two towers came crashing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four planes hit the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heroes fought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Lives were Lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They wanted to destroy us. They wanted us to go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we are here to stay! We will not go away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will never forget that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8429237666356880831?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8429237666356880831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8429237666356880831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8429237666356880831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8429237666356880831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-11th-2001-crystal-grey.html' title='September 11th 2001 - Crystal Grey'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-702830118373774045</id><published>2011-09-10T05:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T05:51:00.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Scared - Written in Jr High</title><content type='html'>This was written prior to me moving from Massachusetts to Ohio in 1995&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the reason you broke up with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were scared our love again could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're afraid of getting hurt on the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day I have to move away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're scared to lose me forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to be hurt by me, not ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing you could possibly do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was to hurt me, so it wasn't you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you turned around and left me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I think I finally see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You didn't really want or love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just went and used me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I understand and I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You did it to make me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-702830118373774045?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/702830118373774045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=702830118373774045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/702830118373774045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/702830118373774045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2011/09/youre-scared-written-in-jr-high.html' title='You&apos;re Scared - Written in Jr High'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-5670964504915821669</id><published>2011-09-09T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:45:32.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Love At It&apos;s Lowest'/><title type='text'>So Pathetic</title><content type='html'>As I am going through my binder of old poetry, I realize just how pathetic I really was. HA! I wrote the cheesiest, sappiest, most ridiculous poems for the most random things. Mostly they were written about getting dumped by my boyfriend of the week or about how in love I was with said boyfriend of the week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes me sound bad! I know! Really, though, they were all about boyfriends and break ups and moving. And in all honesty, they were mostly about the same few boyfriends... the important ones. The ones I actually remember now and talk to still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, there are a few about boyfriends that I don't even remember any more and they make me sound like a pathetic lost puppy dog. I must have put my mother through hell in my awkward, love-centric, I am going to die if you don't love me tween &amp;amp; teenage years. And how ironic that now I am putting the rest of the world through those same years with this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope if nothing else you can at least get a kick out of the silliness that I wrote down on paper. The ridiculousness that spewed from my foolish love sick heart. I know I will! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-5670964504915821669?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/5670964504915821669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=5670964504915821669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/5670964504915821669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/5670964504915821669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-pathetic.html' title='So Pathetic'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1299195395301906242</id><published>2010-06-10T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:45:17.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Do Today?</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;a href="http://grammahugs.com/gp/poems/poems.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; while browsing the web (I did not write this but it is oh so true for so many of us that I had to share)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I left some dishes dirty,&lt;br /&gt;The bed got made around 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;The diapers soaked a little longer,&lt;br /&gt;The odor grew a little stronger.&lt;br /&gt;The crumbs I spilled the day before&lt;br /&gt;Are staring at me from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The fingerprints there on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Will likely be there still next fall.&lt;br /&gt;The dirty streaks on those windowpanes&lt;br /&gt;Will still be there next time it rains.&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you, you sit and say,&lt;br /&gt;Just what did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held a baby till she slept,&lt;br /&gt;I held a toddler while she wept.&lt;br /&gt;I played a game of hide and seek,&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled a wagon, sang a song,&lt;br /&gt;Taught a child right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do this whole day through?&lt;br /&gt;Not much that shows, I guess that's true.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you think that what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;Might be important to someone&lt;br /&gt;With deep blue eyes and soft blonde hair,&lt;br /&gt;If that is true...I've done my share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1299195395301906242?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1299195395301906242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1299195395301906242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1299195395301906242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1299195395301906242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-did-i-do-today.html' title='What Did I Do Today?'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-4346912347813400543</id><published>2009-11-26T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:25:00.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Randomness - 1998</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written when I was working at Showcase Maumee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's Sparky, also known as McQueen&lt;br /&gt;He's quite a hottie and one of the nicest I've seen&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Scooby, this is Mr. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;He's definitely wacky, but he's not Jewish&lt;br /&gt;We now come to G, can you guess who this is?&lt;br /&gt;He's the nice big guy, but not who I want to kiss&lt;br /&gt;And then we've got Coolio, his real name is Eric Moore&lt;br /&gt;Who wants a piece of that? You can forever scream "more"&lt;br /&gt;Finally we've got Chuckie, the big LoL Mr. Pachin&lt;br /&gt;He's always laughing at someone, I wonder who he's chasin'&lt;br /&gt;There are more managers but I am lost on nicknames&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me out here, I want to play some games&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-4346912347813400543?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4346912347813400543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=4346912347813400543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4346912347813400543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4346912347813400543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-randomness-1998.html' title='Work Randomness - 1998'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-923992658965961086</id><published>2009-11-25T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:18:00.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written sometime in jr high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night I go to bed crying&lt;br /&gt;Another day I wake up trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get your love for me&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you fulfill my fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and wonder, why, oh why&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to make you say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the way you think&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help going to that shrink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night I'll go to bed and cry&lt;br /&gt;Another day I'll wake up and try&lt;br /&gt;But why do I waste my time on you?&lt;br /&gt;You'll never make my dreams come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-923992658965961086?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/923992658965961086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=923992658965961086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/923992658965961086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/923992658965961086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-5312454542124100486</id><published>2009-11-24T08:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:11:00.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bear - 1995</title><content type='html'>Oh, Teddy Bear, dear Teddy&lt;br /&gt;Though you've been gone these many years&lt;br /&gt;I recall with deep affection&lt;br /&gt;How you blew into my ears&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly keep from frowning&lt;br /&gt;As my heart beats really fast&lt;br /&gt;When I think about that afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me had passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Bear, you didn't whimper&lt;br /&gt;And of course you didn't pout&lt;br /&gt;When you to reached to give me that note&lt;br /&gt;I knew then you had no doubt&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't even mumble&lt;br /&gt;Or emit the faintest cries&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even have despair&lt;br /&gt;As the tears filled up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you sat across their calmly&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't once protest&lt;br /&gt;When you ripped apart my heart&lt;br /&gt;You knew I was depressed&lt;br /&gt;And yet you didn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes in which I stare&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since you loved me&lt;br /&gt;How I miss you, Teddy Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-5312454542124100486?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/5312454542124100486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=5312454542124100486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/5312454542124100486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/5312454542124100486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/11/teddy-bear-1995.html' title='Teddy Bear - 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-6630411393546815877</id><published>2009-11-23T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:07:00.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Romeo - 1995</title><content type='html'>You dream of love so everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Just open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can love you just like that&lt;br /&gt;I do hear your cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got what I need&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were loved by you&lt;br /&gt;To have your love is enough for me&lt;br /&gt;I wish my dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once I believed in dreams&lt;br /&gt;I thought that they could come true&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still living without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I have to say&lt;br /&gt;And I never want you to forget&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my Romeo and I'm your Juliet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-6630411393546815877?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6630411393546815877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=6630411393546815877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6630411393546815877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6630411393546815877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-romeo-1995.html' title='My Romeo - 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-6674777383461189987</id><published>2009-11-22T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:06:15.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped In My Heart - 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written in junior high, as most of my poetry was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my heart, I just wanna die&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my heart, you can see why&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my heart, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my heart, you will always know&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my heart, not a day goes by&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my heart, I always cry&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't trapped in my heart, what would I do&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't trapped in my heart, I wouldn't love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-6674777383461189987?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6674777383461189987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=6674777383461189987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6674777383461189987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6674777383461189987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/11/trapped-in-my-heart-1995.html' title='Trapped In My Heart - 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8722660147767691059</id><published>2009-11-22T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:01:26.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vow of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Written in 1995 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered what it would be like without you every day&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I am moving, so the night I cry away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone I know I will lose you forever more&lt;br /&gt;The tears will be much, much worse than the tears I cried before&lt;br /&gt;You say you'll always be there for me and I hope that this is true&lt;br /&gt;For the affection deep inside my heart only cares for you&lt;br /&gt;My love couldn't be so strong for anyone else you see&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were the only one that really cared for me&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion of my very continuous vow&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say my love for you is forever, and especially now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8722660147767691059?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8722660147767691059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8722660147767691059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8722660147767691059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8722660147767691059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/11/vow-of-love.html' title='A Vow of Love'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-330755535753174566</id><published>2009-11-22T07:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:43:00.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To the Future'/><title type='text'>In the Past</title><content type='html'>I used to write poetry all the time... which is the main reason I started this blog. I just couldn't get the words to flow anymore so I quit. Oh look at that... something else I quit. (Not sure what I am talking about? Take a look at my other blog, &lt;a href="http://mamabris5armybrats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Such Is My Life&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I created this blog so that I could come here and post all my old poetry with hopes of reopening that part of my brain that could write like the wind. I swear, anytime of day I could pull out a pen and paper and write. It could've been about heartache, my kids, my friends, the boys playing in the street... it didn't matter. I could write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much anymore, but that's ok. I still have a lot of amateur poetry that I can share with the world. Stuff I wrote from age 12 to age 28 (that is if I actually wrote anything this year haha). And right now, I am ok with that. I do not have expectations for being able to write like that again, but if I do. It would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-330755535753174566?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/330755535753174566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=330755535753174566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/330755535753174566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/330755535753174566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-past.html' title='In the Past'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-4377779018909001816</id><published>2009-09-21T16:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:15:39.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not You by Lexi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found this when cleaning the basement... it is actually a song that she wrote (not her first, either) but I thought what better place than here to share it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in my room being myself... yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to see you tonight but&lt;br /&gt;You're not you today&lt;br /&gt;You're not you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what you've done to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're not you&lt;br /&gt;No No No&lt;br /&gt;No you're not you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you're not you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-4377779018909001816?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4377779018909001816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=4377779018909001816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4377779018909001816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4377779018909001816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-not-you-by-lexi-whitehead.html' title='You&apos;re Not You by Lexi'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-6868784138416444720</id><published>2009-09-10T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:10:25.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Another that transpired from my brainstorming for a story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door stood cracked&lt;br /&gt;The light was dim&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what I was doing, I stood frozen&lt;br /&gt;I felt trapped, something was in my way&lt;br /&gt;My heart raced inside my chest&lt;br /&gt;My breathing staggered&lt;br /&gt;My hand trembled as I reached for the door&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw you&lt;br /&gt;The door creaked, catching your attention&lt;br /&gt;My breath now trapped inside as your eyes met mine&lt;br /&gt;You smiled and I let it out&lt;br /&gt;You have always been there waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;I just had to find my way back in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-6868784138416444720?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6868784138416444720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=6868784138416444720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6868784138416444720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6868784138416444720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/09/finding-my-way.html' title='Finding My Way'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-6136916018646829077</id><published>2009-09-08T16:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:03:43.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrath of Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I was stressed out about the kids and them breaking/ruining things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands like fire&lt;br /&gt;Everything they touch incinerated&lt;br /&gt;Strength beyond their knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Even concrete turns to dust&lt;br /&gt;Water is not safe&lt;br /&gt;A sticky film, their secret weapon&lt;br /&gt;Glass cracks, wood snaps&lt;br /&gt;Toes like magnets&lt;br /&gt;No defense against this unrelenting force&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-6136916018646829077?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6136916018646829077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=6136916018646829077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6136916018646829077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6136916018646829077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrath-of-five.html' title='The Wrath of Five'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-640557619725815724</id><published>2009-09-08T16:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:05:56.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This is one of my poems that came out of me brainstorming new story ideas. Seems I am better at the poetry version, rather than the novel version :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain pours down onto the empty streets&lt;br /&gt;The reflection of the hotel vacancy sign has an eerie feel&lt;br /&gt;I sit by the window, knees to my chest&lt;br /&gt;My heart thumps cautiously&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't come back yet&lt;br /&gt;He promised to always be here&lt;br /&gt;Now I am left all alone&lt;br /&gt;My tears matching the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-640557619725815724?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/640557619725815724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=640557619725815724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/640557619725815724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/640557619725815724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1284708309590435645</id><published>2009-09-08T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:04:28.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was sitting in my new dr's office a few weeks ago when I wrote this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air conditioning is blowing yet the temperature outside is chilly&lt;br /&gt;The tv is off making the a/c all that much louder&lt;br /&gt;Click, clack typing from behind the window&lt;br /&gt;The occasional shifting of a waiting patient&lt;br /&gt;Nonchalant conversations of employees with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;We just wait&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes past my appointment time and 1 am running out of words to occupy me&lt;br /&gt;The doors open and close but no one is called back&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if picking a doctor based on his name alone was a wise choice&lt;br /&gt;So far - not impressed&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever waited this long in the Army clinic&lt;br /&gt;The plastic bag louder than the a/c&lt;br /&gt;4 people still waiting&lt;br /&gt;No chance of errands without kids&lt;br /&gt;No idea if I will get home before he has to leave again&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1284708309590435645?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1284708309590435645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1284708309590435645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1284708309590435645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1284708309590435645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7122435894869741321</id><published>2009-05-21T16:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:33:34.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Clear as Mud</title><content type='html'>As bright as day&lt;br /&gt;As dark as night&lt;br /&gt;Opposites that become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs all around&lt;br /&gt;No signs at all&lt;br /&gt;Opposites that become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friend today&lt;br /&gt;Bad friend tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Opposites that become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing today&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow unknown&lt;br /&gt;Opposites that become one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7122435894869741321?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7122435894869741321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7122435894869741321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7122435894869741321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7122435894869741321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-clear-as-mud.html' title='As Clear as Mud'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-4274444818983054598</id><published>2009-05-05T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:35:01.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches Suck</title><content type='html'>Headache, headache&lt;br /&gt;Go AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;Don't come back&lt;br /&gt;Any other day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-4274444818983054598?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4274444818983054598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=4274444818983054598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4274444818983054598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4274444818983054598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/05/headaches-suck.html' title='Headaches Suck'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-4418113956243778105</id><published>2009-04-24T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:28:01.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Work Week</title><content type='html'>Monday dragged on like a legal brief&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a crazy day&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday didn't have enough hours&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a lazy day&lt;br /&gt;Friday brought with it plenty of relief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-4418113956243778105?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4418113956243778105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=4418113956243778105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4418113956243778105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4418113956243778105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-week.html' title='The Work Week'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-4811865078014943617</id><published>2009-04-23T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:25:38.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>I opened his mail...&lt;br /&gt;It was from another woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She signed with a heart...&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean something more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words ringing in my head...&lt;br /&gt;What is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unacceptable...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she just mind her own business?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-4811865078014943617?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-4440254001480466789</id><published>2009-04-19T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:47:01.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Small talk is too small&lt;br /&gt;The words feel so insignificant&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches with memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When friends could joke&lt;br /&gt;We would laugh all night long&lt;br /&gt;Making each other smile was so simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times are rare now&lt;br /&gt;Few and far between&lt;br /&gt;But when they happen, they are so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always did know how to make me smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-4440254001480466789?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4440254001480466789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=4440254001480466789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4440254001480466789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4440254001480466789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1966683251780521197</id><published>2009-04-16T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:26:21.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories by Jennifer Graham</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I found this hidden way inside the curio cabinet where I keep everything Abrielle related. The only thing missing is the real pictures of her from the hospital that somehow got lost between a bad breakup and moving on with our lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say memories are golden,&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe that is true;&lt;br /&gt;But we never wanted memories,&lt;br /&gt;We only wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million times we've needed you,&lt;br /&gt;A million times we've cried.&lt;br /&gt;If love alone could have saved you,&lt;br /&gt;You never would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life we loved you dearly,&lt;br /&gt;In death we love you still.&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts you hold a special place&lt;br /&gt;No one else could ever fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tears could build a staircase,&lt;br /&gt;And heartache build a land,&lt;br /&gt;We'd walk the path to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And bring you back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family chain is broken&lt;br /&gt;And nothing seems the same,&lt;br /&gt;But as God calls us one by one,&lt;br /&gt;The chain will link again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1966683251780521197?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1966683251780521197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1966683251780521197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1966683251780521197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1966683251780521197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories-by-jennifer-graham.html' title='Memories by Jennifer Graham'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-467378080642367401</id><published>2009-04-16T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:05:29.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this poem in 1999 after losing my daughter at 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt; pregnant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I never met you&lt;br /&gt;You were still a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than anything&lt;br /&gt;You were the most important thing to me&lt;br /&gt;You were with me when no one else was&lt;br /&gt;You listened whenever I needed to talk&lt;br /&gt;And I never got to hear you cry&lt;br /&gt;And I never got to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;But even though I didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going to miss you very much&lt;br /&gt;And I'll still love you with all of my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-467378080642367401?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/467378080642367401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=467378080642367401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/467378080642367401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/467378080642367401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/04/abrielle.html' title='Abrielle'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-3666247794642121088</id><published>2009-04-15T12:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:52:07.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title Would Be Good Enough</title><content type='html'>All these years I have placed the blame on myself&lt;br /&gt;The 'what ifs' flood my mind&lt;br /&gt;Could things have been different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that everything happens for a reason, and I stick by that&lt;br /&gt;It is hard though, to see the why, to understand when it hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I want to think something could have been done&lt;br /&gt;Losing her, losing him... it was inevitable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-3666247794642121088?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/3666247794642121088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=3666247794642121088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/3666247794642121088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Sleep would not come&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-3232222328526941739?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/3232222328526941739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=3232222328526941739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/3232222328526941739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/3232222328526941739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-poem.html' title='This is a Poem'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1831164947952399975</id><published>2009-04-13T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:37:14.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexi's Tongue Twisters (A-M)</title><content type='html'>Ashley's Apples Are Awesome At Ashley's Apple Apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's Best Buddy's name is Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie's Cries Crack Cory up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dill Doesn't Desire Doing Dishes During the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie's Elephant Eats Eight Eggs Every Evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred's Freckled Father Fries French Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Got Great Grades in Geometry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold and Harris love Homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hashbrowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Is In his Icy Igloo In Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob does Jumping Jacks in the Jungle Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kadie&lt;/span&gt; eats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kix&lt;/span&gt; so she Can Kick Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi Loves Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lillies&lt;/span&gt; in the Little meadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie Milks cows to Make Money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1831164947952399975?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1831164947952399975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1831164947952399975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1831164947952399975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1831164947952399975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/04/lexis-tongue-twisters-m.html' title='Lexi&apos;s Tongue Twisters (A-M)'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1980263639903131680</id><published>2009-03-03T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:39:23.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem by Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I found this when I was attempting to clean off the computer desk. I am not sure if it is actually a poem, but I thought it would make a nice post on this blog...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rectangle&lt;br /&gt;bright&lt;br /&gt;flat&lt;br /&gt;up high&lt;br /&gt;and white&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1980263639903131680?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1980263639903131680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1980263639903131680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1980263639903131680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1980263639903131680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-by-jacob.html' title='A Poem by Jacob'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-519244307947951115</id><published>2009-02-17T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:02:20.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment</title><content type='html'>The kids were not listening&lt;br /&gt;The punishment was simple&lt;br /&gt;No movie in the car&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Sonic, for the first time&lt;br /&gt;For an hour they screamed&lt;br /&gt;Who was I punishing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-519244307947951115?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/519244307947951115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=519244307947951115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/519244307947951115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/519244307947951115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/punishment.html' title='Punishment'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-6096269471992626849</id><published>2009-02-17T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:05:52.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Outside In</title><content type='html'>There she sits, her hair unkempt&lt;br /&gt;Still in the teeshirt she had on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Her house is in shambles&lt;br /&gt;The kids are undressed&lt;br /&gt;Homework lays strewn across the tables&lt;br /&gt;A laughing baby in the background&lt;br /&gt;Her heart as heavy as a brick&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of all that she has accomplished, the list is short&lt;br /&gt;Someone has it better, someone has more&lt;br /&gt;She wishes she &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-6096269471992626849?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6096269471992626849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=6096269471992626849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6096269471992626849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6096269471992626849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-outside-in.html' title='From the Outside In'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-645734026974079242</id><published>2009-02-09T13:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:59:33.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love - July 1997</title><content type='html'>When you fall in love, it's just that, falling&lt;br /&gt;You don't have any or much control&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love once, it's for life&lt;br /&gt;But the second time, you know it's for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;The longer you keep in touch with this person the love increases&lt;br /&gt;It gets to the point of over ruling and no return&lt;br /&gt;If you've been falling for less than a year, there is still hope&lt;br /&gt;But when you are close to four years, you know this fall is never ending&lt;br /&gt;You struggle and struggle to find a way of return&lt;br /&gt;But you always find yourself falling back into their arms&lt;br /&gt;When this person looks at you, you see passion in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Not only from you to them, but then back again&lt;br /&gt;You think it may be coincidental or just harmless play or flirting&lt;br /&gt;But deep down in your heart and soul you know this person loves you&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a friendly love, but a passionate, never ending love&lt;br /&gt;They've fallen like a rock, just like you did&lt;br /&gt;Now this fall is continuing in the darkness of the night&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of these rocks will hit a surface, whether hard or soft&lt;br /&gt;Until both of you come forth and open your hearts to one another&lt;br /&gt;Take that step forward and let each other know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;And then, and only then will your fall come to a surface&lt;br /&gt;When you hit a hard surface, you know this person wants to be nothing more than friends&lt;br /&gt;But if and when you hit that soft surface&lt;br /&gt; I hope then you both can find the deep passion of eternal love&lt;br /&gt;And continue your fall together into the sunset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-645734026974079242?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/645734026974079242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=645734026974079242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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1995</title><content type='html'>I know the reason you broke up with me&lt;br /&gt;You were scared again our love could be&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid of getting hurt on the day&lt;br /&gt;The day I have to move away&lt;br /&gt;You're scared to lose me forever&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to be hurt, no not ever&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you could possibly do&lt;br /&gt;Was to hurt me, so it's not you&lt;br /&gt;So you turned around and dumped me&lt;br /&gt;I thought the answer was plain to see&lt;br /&gt;You didn't want or love me&lt;br /&gt;You just went and used me&lt;br /&gt;But now I think I understand and see&lt;br /&gt;You did it to make me happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-2180601738681079639?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-9021571768842656165</id><published>2009-02-09T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:42:55.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Hate - Written in Jr. High</title><content type='html'>Love can leave you in a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Love is sometimes hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Love can take you far from me&lt;br /&gt;Love can sometimes never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a pain that will make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Love is so strong sometimes you could die&lt;br /&gt;Love can sometimes be really shy&lt;br /&gt;Love can make you want to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a pain I will never feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Hate is when I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Hate from you makes me sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;Hate is why you don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate can both kill you&lt;br /&gt;Love or hate, what should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-9021571768842656165?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/9021571768842656165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=9021571768842656165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/9021571768842656165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/9021571768842656165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-and-hate-written-in-jr-high.html' title='Love and Hate - Written in Jr. High'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8703520018766502201</id><published>2009-02-09T13:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:39:24.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Not You - Written in Jr. High</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish our love never existed&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe those brown eyes could be resisted&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe any of the lies&lt;br /&gt;Cause then the tears will fill up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The tears then fall upon my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I become extremely weak&lt;br /&gt;You had to go break my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;It's always me, but never you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to me could ever come from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Every thing you say tears me apart&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing left for me to do&lt;br /&gt;To say the words I still love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8703520018766502201?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8703520018766502201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8703520018766502201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8703520018766502201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8703520018766502201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-not-you-written-in-jr-high.html' title='Me Not You - Written in Jr. High'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-753826560267029902</id><published>2009-02-09T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:36:29.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walk of the Moon - Written in Junior High</title><content type='html'>Summer nights will be here soon&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll walk in the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Walking along on a deserted beach&lt;br /&gt;Once again for my hands you will reach&lt;br /&gt;I'll look in your eyes with an affectionate stare&lt;br /&gt;To lose you again I could never bare&lt;br /&gt;Then I suddenly open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I hear the softest, faintest cries&lt;br /&gt;The silent tears inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The misery as I lie in bed&lt;br /&gt;I realize then it wasn't reality&lt;br /&gt;My moonlit walk was a fantasy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-753826560267029902?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/753826560267029902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=753826560267029902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/753826560267029902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/753826560267029902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/walk-of-moon-written-in-junior-high.html' title='The Walk of the Moon - Written in Junior High'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8978609670612582686</id><published>2009-02-09T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:32:28.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby - 1997</title><content type='html'>If I look in your eyes I fall deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I try to run but there's nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I am you're always there&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me with a deep, hard stare&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you, you know I am&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's so difficult to face you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you but there is no way&lt;br /&gt;I think about you every day&lt;br /&gt;What we had, was it really true?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just a game for you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you loved me so&lt;br /&gt;Even after I had to go&lt;br /&gt;Say you still love me, even maybe&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the one that I called baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8978609670612582686?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8978609670612582686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8978609670612582686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8978609670612582686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8978609670612582686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-baby-1997.html' title='My Baby - 1997'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8901447017891440683</id><published>2009-02-09T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:29:39.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love With a Friend - Year Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This poem was written in high school I believe. I just want to put a disclaimer that I was not underage drinking or getting high ever. I just used some of those things in my poems for rhyming reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is the kind of love that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Which means that we will always be friends&lt;br /&gt;Through thick water and through thin&lt;br /&gt;Even after a glass of gin&lt;br /&gt;We can be drunk or even high&lt;br /&gt;Or sailing through the open sky&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever we both will know&lt;br /&gt;In the sunlight or the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;If we are together there will be no pain&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad times&lt;br /&gt;Through the stories and through the rhymes&lt;br /&gt;To be friends or to be in love&lt;br /&gt;That's the question I'm faced with&lt;br /&gt;So just hold me close and don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;You're here for me I will always know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8901447017891440683?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8901447017891440683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8901447017891440683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8901447017891440683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8901447017891440683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-love-with-friend-year-unknown.html' title='In Love With a Friend - Year Unknown'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-411506441769498360</id><published>2009-02-09T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:24:14.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You, I Want You, I Need You - 1995</title><content type='html'>Love is spelled L-O-V-E&lt;br /&gt;I wish that's what you felt towards me&lt;br /&gt;Love connects two people as one&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me is gone and done&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes I don't see me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Please give me one more chance before I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I want you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, everything I say is true&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be gone forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;We won't have a chance to be together&lt;br /&gt;Promise me if you love me again&lt;br /&gt;We can share our love until the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-411506441769498360?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/411506441769498360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=411506441769498360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/411506441769498360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/411506441769498360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-i-want-you-i-need-you-1995.html' title='I Love You, I Want You, I Need You - 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-6800836581934442849</id><published>2009-02-09T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:21:32.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes of Amber - Written in High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this in high school about a guy I had a crush on for a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue would be tied if you were standing before me&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eyes you'd be the only person I would see&lt;br /&gt;With time standing still and fate on my side&lt;br /&gt;I'd try my best to tell you how I felt and have nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;But you make it so difficult for me when I don't know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;I need to know if the things I see aren't pretend but real&lt;br /&gt;With your eyes being amber and your smile so sweet&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its time to wave the flag and call defeat&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eyes I become instantly hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;Not worrying if what you say is the truth or mere lies&lt;br /&gt;Don't back away because your feelings are so strong&lt;br /&gt;They may be right, they are not always wrong&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;With you having eyes of amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-6800836581934442849?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6800836581934442849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=6800836581934442849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6800836581934442849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6800836581934442849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/eyes-of-amber-written-in-high-school.html' title='Eyes of Amber - Written in High School'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1388140502577453276</id><published>2009-02-09T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:15:54.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring of the Alarm - October 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this for a poetry class I took in college.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much depends&lt;br /&gt;upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ring of the&lt;br /&gt;alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulling back the&lt;br /&gt;blankets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arousing us from&lt;br /&gt;slumber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1388140502577453276?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1388140502577453276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1388140502577453276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1388140502577453276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1388140502577453276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/ring-of-alarm-october-2002.html' title='The Ring of the Alarm - October 2002'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7282206187705637627</id><published>2009-02-06T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:21:05.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire - year unknown</title><content type='html'>desire&lt;br /&gt;now makes curiosity&lt;br /&gt;reach&lt;br /&gt;grasped&lt;br /&gt;silky skin&lt;br /&gt;pushing the rain&lt;br /&gt;feel the love&lt;br /&gt;slipping into her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7282206187705637627?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7282206187705637627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7282206187705637627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7282206187705637627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7282206187705637627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/desire-year-unknown.html' title='Desire - year unknown'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1880842903691810823</id><published>2009-02-06T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:17:05.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sher-Bear - Written by Kathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is a poem written by my mom's cousin, Kathy, in honor of my aunt Sherry. She was killed in a motorcycle accident in 2004. She was 43 and a breast cancer survivor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You went to sleep so peacefully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And woke up at Heaven's door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your darkness has been replaced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By a light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That will shine forever more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll see that light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though our hearts will cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing Heaven has our "Sher-Bear" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To brighten Eternity's sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now Heaven's been graced &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With your sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now Heaven's been blessed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With your style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now each time we glance toward Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will think of your beautiful smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You went to sleep so peacefully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not long after your storm came through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your fight this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was far too great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why Heaven sent for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say that God only takes the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now we know that's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because "Sher-Bear" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For no other reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would He take an Angel like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1880842903691810823?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1880842903691810823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1880842903691810823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1880842903691810823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1880842903691810823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/sher-bear-written-by-kathy.html' title='Sher-Bear - Written by Kathy'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8707760728283981110</id><published>2009-02-06T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:07:18.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Else - 1995</title><content type='html'>I have so much love for you&lt;br /&gt;My love could never be for someone else&lt;br /&gt;I sit here everyday and think of what to do&lt;br /&gt;Since I think your love is for someone else&lt;br /&gt;So tell me that our is true&lt;br /&gt;Cause you tell me your love isn't for someone else&lt;br /&gt;I think I can believe you for now that's right&lt;br /&gt;Cause your love isn't for someone else&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I think so let's not fight&lt;br /&gt;Cause our love isn't for anyone else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8707760728283981110?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8707760728283981110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8707760728283981110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8707760728283981110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8707760728283981110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone-else-1995.html' title='Someone Else - 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-2297953227588727610</id><published>2009-02-06T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:01:50.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With You - 3/30/2000</title><content type='html'>I spend every waking moment with you but still it isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;Being in your arms and feeling your touch is a happiness beyond words&lt;br /&gt;I feel so special knowing you love me&lt;br /&gt;Your strength gives me strength and I never want to let go&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes I can't help but smile, I can see your love&lt;br /&gt;To be with you is all I wish for&lt;br /&gt;No amount of money or possessions could ever replace the love I have for you&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing more than to spend all of eternity in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And if you and I were merely a dream, I would never want to wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-2297953227588727610?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/2297953227588727610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=2297953227588727610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/2297953227588727610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/2297953227588727610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-you-3302000.html' title='With You - 3/30/2000'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1823578278979413536</id><published>2009-02-06T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:55:31.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Pride - 8/25/99</title><content type='html'>Just because you think you can't go on, doesn't mean you don't have the power&lt;br /&gt;Just ask a Blue Devil, cause they aren't cowards&lt;br /&gt;The Devils may look weak, but that's only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;If you look down deeper, you'll see I'm not kidding&lt;br /&gt;The Devils get knocked down but they keep on fighting&lt;br /&gt;Cause with all their fan power they keep on biting&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to bring out the devil in you&lt;br /&gt;I know you have it, that's why you wear the white and blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1823578278979413536?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1823578278979413536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1823578278979413536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1823578278979413536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1823578278979413536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/devil-pride-82599.html' title='Devil Pride - 8/25/99'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7760916815929709552</id><published>2009-02-06T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:51:05.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With This I Promise - 5/1/2000</title><content type='html'>To walk into a room and not be with you makes me completely lost&lt;br /&gt;Having an entire bed to myself keeps me up most of the night&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at you puts a smile on my face that anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about makes my whole body melt&lt;br /&gt;If I were to have to live without you I am not sure how I would manage&lt;br /&gt;Only you can keep me from going totally insane&lt;br /&gt;So for you to even contemplate leaving me tears me apart&lt;br /&gt;I know are different than anyone else, that is why I am with you&lt;br /&gt;But to be hurt so much already hurts even worse&lt;br /&gt;So with this I promise to never let you go&lt;br /&gt;As long as you stay with me for all eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7760916815929709552?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7760916815929709552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7760916815929709552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7760916815929709552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7760916815929709552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-this-i-promise-512000.html' title='With This I Promise - 5/1/2000'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7650613544208233247</id><published>2009-02-06T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:47:44.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thought of Losing - 8/16/2000</title><content type='html'>You say you know what it is like to lose something. To have something taken away from you and to you it seems unfair. But most of the time you haven't even been through half of what you think you understood. The things that happen to other people and you say, "I know what it's like. I can relate. I understand." Simple words of sympathy to make someone feel like they are not alone. But in all actuality can you feel what they are feeling at the exact moment they are feeling it... probably not. Because if you've even experienced that disappointment, even just yesterday, you won't feel as bad as they do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when someone is scared of losing something or someone or just scared in general, you try to comfort them, tell them everything will be alright. But who is to say that. Who knows for sure. No one does and that is even scarier. Because when you are afraid of losing what means the most to you or you are afraid of being a nobody, you cant do anything to change how you feel. Because no matter what you have no idea what can and will happen. And just the plain thought of losing is scary enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7650613544208233247?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7650613544208233247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7650613544208233247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7650613544208233247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7650613544208233247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-of-losing-8162000.html' title='The Thought of Losing - 8/16/2000'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8005004916946576819</id><published>2009-02-06T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:41:26.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydream - 95/96</title><content type='html'>I sit and listen to the rain&lt;br /&gt;It seems to fade the sense of pain&lt;br /&gt;The sense that he doesn't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be back home on the shore&lt;br /&gt;My dreams will come true if I only believe&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes that someday I will achieve&lt;br /&gt;So I close my eyes and think of the day&lt;br /&gt;I can be there forever, to stay&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the day I move back there&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if anyone would even care&lt;br /&gt;With so many tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I will be back home and hear happy cries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8005004916946576819?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8005004916946576819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8005004916946576819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8005004916946576819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8005004916946576819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/daydream-9596.html' title='Daydream - 95/96'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8262762786555543601</id><published>2009-02-06T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:38:27.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge - year unknown</title><content type='html'>Hit in the face with an apple pie&lt;br /&gt;You're so embarrassed you want to die&lt;br /&gt;You gran the towel to wipe off your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're laughing so hard you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's laughing&lt;br /&gt;Your friends too&lt;br /&gt;You're so embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at your friend&lt;br /&gt;"How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;You picked up a pie&lt;br /&gt;Only if she knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew what it's like to be hit in the face&lt;br /&gt;Know what it's like to be in your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick up three pies&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even four&lt;br /&gt;You hit her with all&lt;br /&gt;Before she got out the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8262762786555543601?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8262762786555543601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8262762786555543601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8262762786555543601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8262762786555543601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/revenge-year-unknown.html' title='Revenge - year unknown'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-409697044489026064</id><published>2009-02-06T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:34:10.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Chance - 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote a lot of poems about boyfriends, boys I wanted to be my boyfriends, and boyfriends that broke my heart. This is just one of the many.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I love you and I see&lt;br /&gt;You're too good to be with me&lt;br /&gt;You're always nice and always kind&lt;br /&gt;But I know you will never be mine&lt;br /&gt;I see you everyday, I always stare&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is a love we can share&lt;br /&gt;But no, we cannot ever be&lt;br /&gt;I know you will never love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-409697044489026064?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/409697044489026064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=409697044489026064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/409697044489026064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/409697044489026064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-chance-1995.html' title='No Chance - 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-510821109633354560</id><published>2009-02-06T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:34:25.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtless Love - 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this one about my relationship with my dad. Ever since I can remember we never got along very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giftless birthdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unpromising Christmases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always let down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never knowing your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things will never change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these years later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-510821109633354560?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/510821109633354560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=510821109633354560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/510821109633354560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/510821109633354560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughtless-love-2002.html' title='Thoughtless Love - 2002'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8335041216551440491</id><published>2009-02-05T08:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:00:30.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Sister - Written for Danielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another poem for a great friend! I'm not sure if I wrote this before moving or after moving away though. I think it may have been in 1996 that I wrote this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend like you is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you during the hardest times&lt;br /&gt;We've gone from happy to sad in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;We've gone from simple laughter to a saddening cry&lt;br /&gt;You're there for me when my heart is blue&lt;br /&gt;We stick together, best friends like glue&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts we had we always shared&lt;br /&gt;The guys we wanted didn't always care&lt;br /&gt;We never fought, except about Mickey&lt;br /&gt;No problem ever way too sticky&lt;br /&gt;You had your bad times and I had mine&lt;br /&gt;But we always made the best of time&lt;br /&gt;Even if it meant we had to sing&lt;br /&gt;We always got through everything&lt;br /&gt;So no matter the distance far apart&lt;br /&gt;I'll always consider you my sister at heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8335041216551440491?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8335041216551440491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8335041216551440491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8335041216551440491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8335041216551440491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-sister-written-for-danielle.html' title='My Favorite Sister - Written for Danielle'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-6828073963056923664</id><published>2009-02-05T08:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:01:11.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No More - June 12th 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is another poem I wrote before moving for all of my friends. It even has a dedication.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is dedicated to Ryan, Wayne, John, Rob, Mike, Mickey, Danielle, Kristen, Megan, Erica, Billy &amp;amp; Natasha. I wish I didn't have to move. I wish I could stay with you guys forever. But no matter where anyone goes just remember there will always be a guardian angel looking over all of us to make sure we will always together in one another's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is shattered day by day&lt;br /&gt;It will soon be gone when I move away&lt;br /&gt;Moving is a difficult time for me&lt;br /&gt;The sadness is hard on you I see&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more running through the halls&lt;br /&gt;No more chasing mmm, mmm guys through the malls&lt;br /&gt;No more fun times at the dance&lt;br /&gt;No more many times for one romance&lt;br /&gt;No more lipstick on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;No more break ups to make you weak&lt;br /&gt;No more talking all about John&lt;br /&gt;No more looking for someone who is gone&lt;br /&gt;No more notes to pass in history&lt;br /&gt;No more Danielle trying to live a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;No more extremely sick jokes&lt;br /&gt;No more ignoring anyone who chokes&lt;br /&gt;No more talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;No more broken hearts to be sewn&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye is hard, so I'll try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;But if I do, I hope you understand why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-6828073963056923664?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6828073963056923664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=6828073963056923664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6828073963056923664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6828073963056923664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-more-june-12th-1995.html' title='No More - June 12th 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-4354047473860687416</id><published>2009-02-05T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:39:28.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Heart - Written for Erica 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This was written before moving for a great friend. We hated each other the year before and even fought, with lots of hair pulling and "dancing" LoL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think we'd be this good of friends&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it just all depends&lt;br /&gt;Remember the soap opera at Megan's house&lt;br /&gt;Remember the vodka and o.j. at your house&lt;br /&gt;Remember the good times and the bad times&lt;br /&gt;Remember the happy times and the sad times&lt;br /&gt;This summer I'll stay with you over night&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we won't ever fight&lt;br /&gt;You have different interests than me&lt;br /&gt;But still our friendship can truly be&lt;br /&gt;In hopes our friendship will never part&lt;br /&gt;I carry this friendship in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-4354047473860687416?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4354047473860687416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=4354047473860687416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4354047473860687416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4354047473860687416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-my-heart-written-for-erica-1995.html' title='In My Heart - Written for Erica 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-3469553628893477054</id><published>2009-02-05T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:36:14.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Friends - Written in 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is another one I wrote for all of my friends before moving. These friends were my life back then. Had I not moved we would still be as close as we were in jr high (at least most of us) cause we love each other to death, flaws and all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think life could get any worse&lt;br /&gt;When your boyfriend dumps you it really hurts&lt;br /&gt;Then he ignores you which is really mean&lt;br /&gt;Then someone is on your side like Natasha Deane&lt;br /&gt;Everyone then finds out he used me&lt;br /&gt;But you wonder why Ryan would ruin reality&lt;br /&gt;Then Danielle's there to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;And Kristen writes an explanatory letter&lt;br /&gt;Erica tries making you better inside&lt;br /&gt;And Megan runs to a corner to hide&lt;br /&gt;Now you're depressed and you know you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Forever, unless we have friends like you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-3469553628893477054?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/3469553628893477054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=3469553628893477054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/3469553628893477054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/3469553628893477054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-friends-written-in-1995.html' title='Forever Friends - Written in 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-19722458161239233</id><published>2009-02-05T08:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:31:17.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 1995</title><content type='html'>Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting any ideas&lt;br /&gt;But remember I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Please be my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Dead ones are black&lt;br /&gt;You would look sweet&lt;br /&gt;With a knife in your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs are pink&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are grey&lt;br /&gt;You're my friend&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cows eat grass&lt;br /&gt;Pigs eat mush&lt;br /&gt;Would you please shut up&lt;br /&gt;Cause you talk too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poodles are white&lt;br /&gt;Dobies are black&lt;br /&gt;You're too crazy&lt;br /&gt;I think you're on crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Today is a special day&lt;br /&gt;So happy V-day to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk is from cows&lt;br /&gt;Honey is from bees&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on bended knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-19722458161239233?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/19722458161239233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=19722458161239233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/19722458161239233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/19722458161239233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-1995.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-9126194979920425314</id><published>2009-02-05T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:26:49.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing I Can Do - Written for Megan 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is another poem I wrote for a friend before I moved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you're not my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see our friendship end&lt;br /&gt;We always had fight after fight&lt;br /&gt;No one ever knew who was right&lt;br /&gt;There were also some good times too&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be gone and won't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry about Anthony (the jerk)&lt;br /&gt;I guess three months for him was enough work&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the loser, he's not worth it&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be talking, I've gone through the same shit&lt;br /&gt;One more day closer to moving goes by&lt;br /&gt;And everyone sits and wonders why&lt;br /&gt;Why I have to move away. Why does it have to be?&lt;br /&gt;Why does this tragedy have to happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I will still care about you&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is nothing I can do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-9126194979920425314?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/9126194979920425314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=9126194979920425314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/9126194979920425314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/9126194979920425314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-i-can-do-written-for-megan-1995.html' title='Nothing I Can Do - Written for Megan 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-2097885887280751084</id><published>2009-02-05T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:22:47.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories - Written in 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this before moving as well. It was written for all of my jr. high friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories I have of you&lt;br /&gt;Are dancing through my head&lt;br /&gt;All the crazy things we did&lt;br /&gt;Like jumping on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing at the dances&lt;br /&gt;Going out with guys&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the mall&lt;br /&gt;Or staring at the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the movies&lt;br /&gt;Had always been a blast&lt;br /&gt;Until the day we knew&lt;br /&gt;That it would be our last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping out of gym&lt;br /&gt;To hang out in the halls&lt;br /&gt;Going in the bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;To write on all the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging all our buddies&lt;br /&gt;Kiss marks on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;Tears that make you happy&lt;br /&gt;And tears that make you weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Kool-aid plain&lt;br /&gt;Or putting it in our hair&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't such a good idea&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;Or playing suck and blow&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Playground&lt;br /&gt;Or having no where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a Halloween party&lt;br /&gt;Or sitting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Most of us were crazy&lt;br /&gt;But some of us were smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought we acted like kids&lt;br /&gt;We never should forget&lt;br /&gt;The times we were obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Acting like Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-2097885887280751084?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/2097885887280751084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=2097885887280751084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/2097885887280751084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/2097885887280751084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories-written-in-1995.html' title='Memories - Written in 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8050256252512181320</id><published>2009-02-05T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:17:53.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember - Written for Kristen 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wrote this when I was moving from Randolph, MA to Toledo, OH. If you read this back then and it sounds different, that is because I edited it years later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of leaving I cry my heart out&lt;br /&gt;But I know you hate it when I pout&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the crazy times we've shared&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I thought no one had cared&lt;br /&gt;Remember the chocolate and the gravy too&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's crazier than me and you&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was obsessed with him&lt;br /&gt;Remember the quarrel with Kim&lt;br /&gt;Remember the party and the food fight&lt;br /&gt;Remember staying up til the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Remember the 7th and 8th grade dances&lt;br /&gt;Remember the wonderful, crazy romances&lt;br /&gt;What will happen when I go away?&lt;br /&gt;Who will you remember with throughout the day?&lt;br /&gt;But we will always be there for each other&lt;br /&gt;Even as we become mothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8050256252512181320?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8050256252512181320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8050256252512181320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8050256252512181320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8050256252512181320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-written-for-kristen-1995.html' title='Remember - Written for Kristen 1995'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-6243484258525715915</id><published>2009-02-05T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:10:16.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>I want to apologize to my only follower and my imaginary readers. I haven't been in much of a writing mood or had much time to keep up with both blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have been reminiscing with my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt; high friends on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and have decided to come post all my old poetry. I don't care if it's dumb, childish, gay or whatever else you might think about it. This was my LIFE for years. I couldn't stop writing. I wrote about anything and everything. I wrote when I was lying in bed at night, I wrote in the middle of class, I wrote whenever anything popped into my head that I wanted to put on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not great, and it may not even be any good. But I love the innocence and memories that come through it. And I want to share it with my friends, again. So look out for lots of new posts and I hope you stick around to read at least some of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-6243484258525715915?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6243484258525715915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=6243484258525715915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6243484258525715915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/6243484258525715915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2009/02/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-614498281460147899</id><published>2008-11-22T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:02:57.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Cookies, NOW!</title><content type='html'>This is a poem I wrote long ago but I thought it fitting in response to the &lt;a href="http://cbethblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/giveaway-time.html"&gt;C. Beth Blog Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies are a way of life&lt;br /&gt;Some have them, some don't&lt;br /&gt;And some crave them more than others&lt;br /&gt;Like me, I crave them all the time&lt;br /&gt;I want to indulge them&lt;br /&gt;And savor every chocolate chip until my cookie is gone&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those who can't afford cookies&lt;br /&gt;So they don't want them right now&lt;br /&gt;And they tell you not to have cookies either&lt;br /&gt;But I want cookies around all the time&lt;br /&gt;To fill the emptiness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I understand you need a job to get cookies&lt;br /&gt;And that I should save the cookies for later&lt;br /&gt;I love cookies with a passion&lt;br /&gt;And I want to have the best milk for my cookies&lt;br /&gt;So I will listen to those other people&lt;br /&gt;The ones who say save them for dessert&lt;br /&gt;So I will save them for when I can provide the best milk for them&lt;br /&gt;Even though it will be hard to live without cookies&lt;br /&gt;I'll simply have to manage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-614498281460147899?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/614498281460147899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=614498281460147899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/614498281460147899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/614498281460147899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-cookies-now.html' title='I Want Cookies, NOW!'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-8323700307149426037</id><published>2008-11-17T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:15:53.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I wrote straight from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Meant to relieve me of my inner demons and desires&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to explode and needing to tell someone&lt;br /&gt;My outlet was poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about love&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about pain&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about the past&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote about the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading those poems makes me realize how lonely I really was&lt;br /&gt;Trying to replace an old flame with a new crush&lt;br /&gt;Falling in "love" at the drop of a hat&lt;br /&gt;I was never any good on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing what I thought was a soul mate broke me&lt;br /&gt;Finding my other half put me back together&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I know I was selfish&lt;br /&gt;No one should have to play second fiddle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-8323700307149426037?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8323700307149426037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=8323700307149426037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8323700307149426037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/8323700307149426037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7702577433365157807</id><published>2008-11-17T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:06:17.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing in Love - Written On My 19th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Never did I believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Then I set my eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if I had known you forever&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to kiss you and hold you, tell you all&lt;br /&gt;Something made me feel connected to you&lt;br /&gt;As if we were soul mates&lt;br /&gt;Soul mates meeting each other for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Ready to spend eternity together&lt;br /&gt;You and me forever, with a single glance&lt;br /&gt;Making me a believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I now believe that sometimes it is hard to know who you are destined to be with when your heart and head are clouded with the past*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7702577433365157807?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7702577433365157807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7702577433365157807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7702577433365157807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7702577433365157807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/believing-in-love-written-on-my-19th.html' title='Believing in Love - Written On My 19th Birthday'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7665796137954997030</id><published>2008-11-14T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:28:45.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends - Written in Junior High</title><content type='html'>I had boyfriend after boyfriend in those two years. I was not a hoochie by any means. I can't even believe that I had so many. Going back and reading this childish poem it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. These "relationships" may not have lasted but a week or two (one was off and on for the entire two years) but they still show me that I was liked and they thought I was pretty (either that or they thought I was easy and sadly disappointed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John was one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan was two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish Ryan was here to tie my shoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony was three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike was four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish Billy was here to hold the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billy was five &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelson was six&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish Nelson was here to give me another kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tim was seven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Benefit was eight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish Paul Benefit was here so I could punch him in the face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Wilson was nine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will be ten?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I really don't feel like doing this all over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I find it funny that my "first" boyfriend was John and so was my last. They are not the same John but still, it is kind of humorous. I also don't really consider any of these guys real boyfriends. The only one that really meant anything to me was Ryan. He was my "puppy love" and it took me a long time to get over him after moving away.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7665796137954997030?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7665796137954997030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7665796137954997030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7665796137954997030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7665796137954997030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/boyfriends-written-in-junior-high.html' title='Boyfriends - Written in Junior High'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-2066193899406449514</id><published>2008-11-14T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:11:16.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>I am the wife that complains when her husband doesn't take out the trash&lt;br /&gt;I am the wife that can't stand when her husband spends all the cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mom that drags 5 screaming kids out of the mall&lt;br /&gt;I am the mom cleaning up spills all down the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the woman that doesn't know what she wants to be&lt;br /&gt;I am the woman that no one wants to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of these things, but all three rolled into one&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect and my job is never done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, in all my faded glory&lt;br /&gt;This is me, and this is my story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-2066193899406449514?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/2066193899406449514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=2066193899406449514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/2066193899406449514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/2066193899406449514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7683859226835022270</id><published>2008-11-13T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:20:36.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained</title><content type='html'>If only time would stand still. Then maybe I could get some kind of order to my life.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I wade through it with blinders on. I pretend tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways the next day is better and in others it is much worse.&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't all that bad to begin with. So really, I shouldn't be complaining.&lt;br /&gt;And really, if I'm just going to mush on through life without making any effort to change than I really have no right to complain.&lt;br /&gt;But here I sit... completely drained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7683859226835022270?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7683859226835022270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7683859226835022270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7683859226835022270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7683859226835022270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-4029235218481798309</id><published>2008-11-13T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:15:28.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day In, Day Out</title><content type='html'>Wonder Pets singing in the background&lt;br /&gt;Shy of 2 and squishing my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;The wheels of a toy scoot across the laminate floors&lt;br /&gt;Barks of dogs make their way to my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running back and forth&lt;br /&gt;My lip now twitching&lt;br /&gt;The stress of the morning catching up with me&lt;br /&gt;I will not break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do&lt;br /&gt;I break from the writing&lt;br /&gt;Only to correct a mistaken 4 year old&lt;br /&gt;And then back to running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twitching has stopped&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for more correction&lt;br /&gt;On and on the day will go&lt;br /&gt;Relief will come just in time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-4029235218481798309?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4029235218481798309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=4029235218481798309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4029235218481798309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/4029235218481798309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-in-day-out.html' title='Day In, Day Out'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-1144705605499011057</id><published>2008-11-13T08:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:56:57.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Love - My First Poem</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem over 15 yrs ago and I can remember it word for word as if I wrote it just yesterday... I even still have the original copy, mistakes and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the beach, staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;I was eating a peach, when I saw something fly by&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly it hit me, a boot from the sky&lt;br /&gt;So I thought up a creation, of a boot that could fly&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful creation, yes she was a beauty&lt;br /&gt;And thee who flew it, yes he was a cutie&lt;br /&gt;He flew east and west, north and south&lt;br /&gt;And the cutie inside, he never opened his mouth&lt;br /&gt;The next day as he flew up above, I suddenly realized that I was in love&lt;br /&gt;As he landed on the ground, he didn't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Yet he invited me in, for a cool glass of gin&lt;br /&gt;Without another word we began to make love, as we soared off the ground like a plain white dove&lt;br /&gt;Then he finally spoke and got down on one knee and said to me, "Brianna, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;I gleamingly said yes, with a little laughter as we both lived happily ever after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-1144705605499011057?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1144705605499011057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=1144705605499011057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1144705605499011057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/1144705605499011057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/strange-love-my-first-poem.html' title='Strange Love - My First Poem'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530745356496604458.post-7247278217437724537</id><published>2008-11-13T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:07:26.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start a poetry blog. Other blogs like &lt;a href="http://oneminutewriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Minute Writer&lt;/a&gt; have inspired me to write more like I used to and I hope to inspire others as well. It may not mean much to any of you, but it is a place for me to come remember poetry that I wrote years ago or to write new stuff. It is also a place for other "closet poets" to come and share their poetry. Feel free to email me your work if you want it showcased here. Also feel free to analyze anything I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this blog I hope to get my poetic thoughts flowing once again and to help other bloggers do the same. So let's get started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530745356496604458-7247278217437724537?l=youre-a-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7247278217437724537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530745356496604458&amp;postID=7247278217437724537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7247278217437724537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530745356496604458/posts/default/7247278217437724537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youre-a-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Bri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03525020764680376508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISgmrWQB8fI/SZBmJOE-y3I/AAAAAAAABF4/1FFze-KniVM/S220/s41305ca115794_51_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
