<?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-4708554134330261053</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:03:40.773-07:00</updated><category term='distorted prism of pessimism'/><category term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><category term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Portals of the Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>emotional therapy and the likes channeled through personal poetry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distorted prism of pessimism'/><title type='text'>Key of Taylor</title><content type='html'>A melody trapped beneath clumsy fingers and pingy vocal chords&lt;br /&gt;Anxious to be released, it beats mercilessly&lt;br /&gt;A time, a rhythm unique&lt;br /&gt;It beats to my drummer&lt;br /&gt;My beat, my drummer, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, it improvises a medley&lt;br /&gt;Allegro Agitato, Pocco Piu Mosso&lt;br /&gt;Andante&lt;br /&gt;Frightened, I try to fight it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed, it beats louder&lt;br /&gt;Pounding relentlessly in my head&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to resist the temptation&lt;br /&gt;I succumb to my drummer&lt;br /&gt;Self conscious of my off-beat time&lt;br /&gt;Surprised to find it fits me perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crescendo to my hearts content&lt;br /&gt;Staccato wherever I please&lt;br /&gt;Strum to the strings of my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-8733092849868493728?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8733092849868493728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=8733092849868493728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/8733092849868493728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/8733092849868493728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/key-of-taylor.html' title='Key of Taylor'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-227810143450103445</id><published>2009-01-20T00:39:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:02:53.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distorted prism of pessimism'/><title type='text'>Wet Laundry</title><content type='html'>Exhausted emotions drive irrationally&lt;br /&gt;Pinging off dented shells and empty rooms&lt;br /&gt;Echoing with the broken hands of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A makeshift laundry mat&lt;br /&gt;Constructed to remove the stains of&lt;br /&gt;Heartache, misery, rejection and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves puddles of distress&lt;br /&gt;Rippling mirrors of distorted memories&lt;br /&gt;Spotted with twisting rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors light the murky waters&lt;br /&gt;Mixing soap and dirt; smiles and tears&lt;br /&gt;Interrupted by the solemn, constant dripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of wet socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-227810143450103445?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/227810143450103445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=227810143450103445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/227810143450103445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/227810143450103445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/wet-laundry.html' title='Wet Laundry'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-1867796088192577408</id><published>2008-07-08T05:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:48:22.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distorted prism of pessimism'/><title type='text'>Mourning</title><content type='html'>Obscenities scream in my head&lt;br /&gt;Carbonated bubbles bounce mercilessly&lt;br /&gt;Against the uniformed tin cans&lt;br /&gt;The quickened pounding betrays me&lt;br /&gt;Tears, the second traitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious sanctuary lies in ruins&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed by disease&lt;br /&gt;Marred by illness proven invincible&lt;br /&gt;Demolished, obliterated&lt;br /&gt;Erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fumes invade my body&lt;br /&gt;Nausea renders my spirit useless&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming waves of emotions crash&lt;br /&gt;Releasing ocean spray so dangerous&lt;br /&gt;I shrink from anticipation and spoiled dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning cracks omniously off the cliff&lt;br /&gt;Crackling dryly in the moist air&lt;br /&gt;I long for the electrifying shock to free me&lt;br /&gt;Falling silently I shut my eyes to the pain&lt;br /&gt;The thunder echos my repressed screams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Should I care? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Do I care? Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:26 AM&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need this heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;But don't leave me lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:27 AM&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning in nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by emotions and memories.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams play through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me empty and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:28 AM&lt;br /&gt;Please...just go.&lt;br /&gt;Stop unknowingly toying with me.&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't take much longer.&lt;br /&gt;The tears start falling...and don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:29 AM&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Is this love?&lt;br /&gt;If it were a color, it would be grey.&lt;br /&gt;Too sad to be white, too shady to be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you to want me.&lt;br /&gt;To hold me. Love me.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm ok, please.&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart beats out of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-4253970035482586774?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4253970035482586774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=4253970035482586774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4253970035482586774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4253970035482586774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-minutes.html' title='5 Minutes'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-383642012283521699</id><published>2008-06-02T22:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:23:25.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distorted prism of pessimism'/><title type='text'>Cascading Memories</title><content type='html'>Lazy raindrops snake across the windshield&lt;br /&gt;Blurring my vision, changing the world&lt;br /&gt;Silently I trace the outline of our feelings&lt;br /&gt;A fluid, ever changing shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still&lt;br /&gt;Locked in ice, frozen in motion&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies finally fit the mold&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings created months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the cleansing droplets spill&lt;br /&gt;The wind brings an unwanted coolness over me&lt;br /&gt;Content with memories of you and me&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel at peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-383642012283521699?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/383642012283521699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=383642012283521699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Too Late To Turn Back</title><content type='html'>In the hopes of falling in love&lt;br /&gt;The arms race of happy endings&lt;br /&gt;We met along the pathway&lt;br /&gt;And ran together for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stumbled on our journey&lt;br /&gt;Reached out to grab your hand&lt;br /&gt;You looked and me and let me fall&lt;br /&gt;Anxious to reach the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat a while, watching you&lt;br /&gt;Picked myself up and wondered&lt;br /&gt;If in my stumbling I'd revealed&lt;br /&gt;The weaker of us two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made great time, hit all the stops&lt;br /&gt;I waited impatiently&lt;br /&gt;You never once glanced back to ask&lt;br /&gt;What had become of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I kept me sights&lt;br /&gt;Set firmly on your race&lt;br /&gt;Willing you to turn around&lt;br /&gt;To have our eyes lock once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about this race&lt;br /&gt;Is victory is empty if solo&lt;br /&gt;You reached the end and realized this&lt;br /&gt;Had no where else to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;Defeated and alone&lt;br /&gt;I took my first steps back on track&lt;br /&gt;Towards the victory of my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-5190268445411652313?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5190268445411652313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=5190268445411652313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5190268445411652313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5190268445411652313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-late-to-turn-back.html' title='Too Late To Turn Back'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-2009747390935440496</id><published>2008-03-05T20:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:17:30.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Psalm of Taylor Elaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be with me this day, O Lord, that I might have the companionship of Thy sweet spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I travel down this often lonely path, help me see the way back to Thee. I have wandered off before; lost in the thorns and branches of confusion, tangled in the binding vines of iniquity. But Thou camest to me and pulled my broken spirit out of the dangers of the dark and thick wilderness. Thy loving arms encompassed me and held me safe against the stinging blows of mine enemies. Thou gavest me a new light, refilled my waning oil, and set my feet back on the path I had strayed from. With my spirit rekindled, I walk more surely in Thy ways; searching for truth and seeking Thee in all things. Help me to lead for others, that they might experience the love I feel and know of Thee. Let my testimony be a light in the darkness, a beacon of truth shining through dark clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give my prayer wings that it may rise into the expanses of heaven and fall on loving ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-2009747390935440496?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2009747390935440496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=2009747390935440496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/2009747390935440496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/2009747390935440496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/psalm-of-taylor-elaine.html' title='Psalm of Taylor Elaine'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-2105891055052499761</id><published>2008-02-15T01:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:22:33.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>What is Love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is an emotional attraction&lt;br /&gt;A battlefield of thoughts and actions&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken magnetic powers&lt;br /&gt;Love is War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is a psychological trick&lt;br /&gt;An invention of society&lt;br /&gt;A happenstance happily-ever-after&lt;br /&gt;Love is Chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the fear of being alone&lt;br /&gt;The need for companionship&lt;br /&gt;The terror of living for no one but yourself&lt;br /&gt;Love is Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is larger than life&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable, priceless, and pure&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than the universe itself&lt;br /&gt;Love is Unattainable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-2105891055052499761?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-2704132291342535681</id><published>2008-02-13T04:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T04:28:14.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Peeling Paint</title><content type='html'>Ignorance never was bliss&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't know, what I refused to accept&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes in its own time&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the sands of time cover, hide&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes, my foolishness, my regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And among the crystalized stones&lt;br /&gt;New hope is born, fires rekindled&lt;br /&gt;Friendships bandaged, healing&lt;br /&gt;Self awareness replaces self conciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popularity makes way for confidence&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of hatred, anger, disgust&lt;br /&gt;Fade into the background&lt;br /&gt;Their memory faint&lt;br /&gt;Another layer of paint on the wall of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be covered with a new color&lt;br /&gt;A new leaf&lt;br /&gt;A second chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-2704132291342535681?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2704132291342535681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=2704132291342535681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/2704132291342535681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/2704132291342535681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/peeling-paint.html' title='Peeling Paint'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-6377688369181691888</id><published>2007-11-19T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:49:40.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>For whosoever tasteth of Death&lt;br /&gt;Has come to know the meaning of Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the moment of Death&lt;br /&gt;That we realize the gravity of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not fear Death&lt;br /&gt;For Death strikes Faith&lt;br /&gt;Not Fear&lt;br /&gt;In the hearts of Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not afraid of Death&lt;br /&gt;Only of a Life half lived&lt;br /&gt;Wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not mourn for those who know Death&lt;br /&gt;We mourn for those who only know Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to defy Death&lt;br /&gt;We must live Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-6377688369181691888?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6377688369181691888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=6377688369181691888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/6377688369181691888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/6377688369181691888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-1873539586434148139</id><published>2007-10-11T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T03:34:01.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>I'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;I've played a trick on myself all these years&lt;br /&gt;I thought I believed&lt;br /&gt;But I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as&lt;br /&gt;True Love&lt;br /&gt;It's something that only exists in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;And happily ever afters&lt;br /&gt;But this is no bedtime story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart can finally stop beating&lt;br /&gt;It lives on its own time now&lt;br /&gt;Forever pounding&lt;br /&gt;Forever on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tears that cascade down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the sparkle in my eye&lt;br /&gt;My destiny is for my choosing&lt;br /&gt;My fate my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever marching to a different beat&lt;br /&gt;Forever single&lt;br /&gt;The lies end now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-1873539586434148139?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1873539586434148139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=1873539586434148139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1873539586434148139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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emotion washes over me&lt;br /&gt;I welcome the tears that stream down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unceremoniously they cleanse my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Purge my insides&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the wall I've built inside&lt;br /&gt;And free my bridled passions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it those you care about&lt;br /&gt;Are the ones who suffer the most?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we allow ourselves to be led on&lt;br /&gt;By someone we'd give the best to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore&lt;br /&gt;Passion gives way to indifference&lt;br /&gt;Apathy sets in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers become friends&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly and swiftly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-5195447026278043105?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-7581789352452215785</id><published>2007-09-22T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:30:05.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Undecided</title><content type='html'>Trying to calm these butterflies plaguing my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Failing miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it&lt;br /&gt;Just do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working up the courage to make the first move&lt;br /&gt;Impatiently waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it&lt;br /&gt;Just do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undecided&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-7581789352452215785?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7581789352452215785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=7581789352452215785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7581789352452215785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7581789352452215785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/undecided.html' title='Undecided'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-5645568885319183390</id><published>2007-09-10T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T05:47:29.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Wandering somewhere between hysteria and disillusionment&lt;br /&gt;I find myself staring off into space&lt;br /&gt;Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on a day half lived; a night half wasted&lt;br /&gt;A heart half broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teetering on the tightrope of reality and what is real&lt;br /&gt;I catch myself falling into anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Stressing&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about fair weather friends; passing boys&lt;br /&gt;A conflicted self image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliding between the grasps of depression and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself losing control&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a ray a light; a glimmer of hope&lt;br /&gt;A taste of unconditional love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-5645568885319183390?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5645568885319183390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=5645568885319183390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5645568885319183390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5645568885319183390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-1014078227566182997</id><published>2007-08-26T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T05:25:42.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Impatience</title><content type='html'>A thousand crafted words couldn't tell you&lt;br /&gt;What my eyes locked in yours could convey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million love sick lyrics can't do the trick&lt;br /&gt;When a simple smile or kiss knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you are searching for&lt;br /&gt;Has already found you and is waiting for more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-1014078227566182997?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1014078227566182997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=1014078227566182997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Poem</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;Looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Red Carpet Beauty Crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;Ack!&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hide under the blankets today.&lt;br /&gt;Hide until the horrid acne goes away.&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not cute&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it on my face, on my body, on me!&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel pretty&lt;br /&gt;With a ring of pimples around my face&lt;br /&gt;Covering my face&lt;br /&gt;An Invasion of Acne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still like me&lt;br /&gt;Even with an entourage of pus-filled landmines&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, who could resist me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hopefully no one!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-4388232058048061511?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4388232058048061511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=4388232058048061511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4388232058048061511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4388232058048061511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/pimply-poem.html' title='A Pimply Poem'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-3061036184324804815</id><published>2007-08-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:44:34.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Room of Glass</title><content type='html'>Smudged windows&lt;br /&gt;The prints of fingers and a nose&lt;br /&gt;A girl looking through&lt;br /&gt;The room of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection mounted on the mantel&lt;br /&gt;A place for every object&lt;br /&gt;Order, cleanliness, and obedience in&lt;br /&gt;The room of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundproof walls&lt;br /&gt;Absorb the frustrated cries&lt;br /&gt;Of a rebellious teen torn by&lt;br /&gt;The room of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot angry tears wash&lt;br /&gt;The telltale prints of defiance&lt;br /&gt;The girl remains lost in&lt;br /&gt;The room of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors slam with a bang&lt;br /&gt;She looks around to find&lt;br /&gt;The hairline crack in the walls of&lt;br /&gt;The room of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another slam shatters&lt;br /&gt;The restless tranquility of&lt;br /&gt;The room of glass&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-3061036184324804815?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3061036184324804815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=3061036184324804815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/3061036184324804815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/3061036184324804815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/room-of-glass.html' title='Room of Glass'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-736158836785401081</id><published>2007-07-19T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:28:13.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Rebellion</title><content type='html'>A frozen moment suspended in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Categorize me, tie me down&lt;br /&gt;Hold my wings and watch me struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existence hangs in a standstill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just rip through the pins that hold me down&lt;br /&gt;And fly away with tattered wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-736158836785401081?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/736158836785401081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=736158836785401081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/736158836785401081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/736158836785401081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/rebellion.html' title='Rebellion'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-3365803697902047865</id><published>2007-07-17T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T05:00:03.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Tuesday's Shower</title><content type='html'>The pitter and patter of rain&lt;br /&gt;Like falling stars&lt;br /&gt;Unbridled bursts of stolen energy&lt;br /&gt;Rhythmically bringing life to a fading world&lt;br /&gt;Silence mixing with salty tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rippling puddles of distress and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Coupled with the humdrum of a busy life&lt;br /&gt;Overflow with potential&lt;br /&gt;Burn with intensity&lt;br /&gt;Stillness hangs in the humidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trickling raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of the cleansing ritual&lt;br /&gt;Sweet music of sparrows bathing&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing in the renewal&lt;br /&gt;And yet Peace reigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen energy hangs in existence&lt;br /&gt;Observing, waiting, partaking&lt;br /&gt;The beat of life moves forward&lt;br /&gt;Pounding, stomping, progressing&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the Serenity of a hidden corner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-3365803697902047865?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3365803697902047865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=3365803697902047865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/3365803697902047865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/3365803697902047865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/tuesdays-shower.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Shower'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-4130641961462135702</id><published>2007-07-15T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:00:35.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>blank mind. blank heart. blank page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no surprise&lt;br /&gt;not unprecedented&lt;br /&gt;nothing new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again the water is&lt;br /&gt;kiddie pool deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shallow the water laps at my ankles&lt;br /&gt;i have never swam any where else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing new. not unprecedented. no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blank page&lt;br /&gt;blank heart&lt;br /&gt;blank mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-4130641961462135702?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4130641961462135702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=4130641961462135702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4130641961462135702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4130641961462135702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/blank-mind.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-7427673290590493127</id><published>2007-07-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:01:25.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These tears that run down my face&lt;br /&gt;Are only symbolic of the chaos in my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-7427673290590493127?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7427673290590493127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=7427673290590493127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7427673290590493127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7427673290590493127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-tears-that-run-down-my-face-are.html' title=''/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-6081926224791601750</id><published>2007-07-05T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:51:06.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>They light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;If only for a moment&lt;br /&gt;A brief wonderful moment&lt;br /&gt;Where fire dances across your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire lingers in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;After the fleeting beauty dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my chance at fireworks&lt;br /&gt;But I went and blew it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left standing&lt;br /&gt;Staring out into the rain&lt;br /&gt;With only a box of matches&lt;br /&gt;And wet gun powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a glimmer of hope&lt;br /&gt;But not until the sun comes out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-6081926224791601750?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6081926224791601750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=6081926224791601750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/6081926224791601750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/6081926224791601750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-9078751314077983933</id><published>2007-07-02T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:50:31.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Stalemate</title><content type='html'>I want you out of my brain&lt;br /&gt;Out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of you overwhelm me&lt;br /&gt;Poor, inexperienced me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is good for the mind&lt;br /&gt;But bad for the body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you out&lt;br /&gt;And lock the door&lt;br /&gt;Before I cross the line&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to anymore&lt;br /&gt;Make it easier on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me discontented&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart, a battered soul&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost so I can find myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-9078751314077983933?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9078751314077983933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=9078751314077983933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9078751314077983933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9078751314077983933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/stalemate.html' title='Stalemate'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-3341861082881780819</id><published>2007-07-02T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:40:23.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Philistine</title><content type='html'>Jealous...of me? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I dare to do what you don't?&lt;br /&gt;Because deep down you can't understand me?&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't figure out my attraction?&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the good in me?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're looking too hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-3341861082881780819?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3341861082881780819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=3341861082881780819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/3341861082881780819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/3341861082881780819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/philistine.html' title='Philistine'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-619098211128550534</id><published>2007-06-29T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:46:20.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Defiance</title><content type='html'>Like the fork in an old dusty road&lt;br /&gt;A decision to be made&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be rushed, can’t be hurried&lt;br /&gt;But bid my sweet time with whirlwinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerize me with your charm&lt;br /&gt;Invite me to explore&lt;br /&gt;Bid me welcome, tempt me in&lt;br /&gt;A fork in an old dusty road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be rushed, can’t be hurried&lt;br /&gt;But help me on the way&lt;br /&gt;I’ve built this wall, brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;Trapped beneath the stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury me in my misery&lt;br /&gt;Stone me with my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Harass me for defying you&lt;br /&gt;For being independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it such a crime to do it my way?&lt;br /&gt;Such a crime to be myself&lt;br /&gt;A fork in an old dusty road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-619098211128550534?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/619098211128550534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=619098211128550534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/619098211128550534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/619098211128550534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/defiance.html' title='Defiance'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-5548753984211882000</id><published>2007-06-26T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:49:32.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Destiny Plays Favorites</title><content type='html'>I hope he goes to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;On vacation and never returns&lt;br /&gt;Gets eaten by a shark&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am sure that then he'll learn&lt;br /&gt;But Daughter Darling, you surely can't&lt;br /&gt;Wish someone all that ill&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Mother, I can&lt;br /&gt;I can and I will&lt;br /&gt;He says those things about me&lt;br /&gt;That two-faced, lying jerk&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are sore, my spirit crushed&lt;br /&gt;So let's hit him where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;In all my years of living, Child&lt;br /&gt;I've had my share of pain&lt;br /&gt;But one sweet lesson that I know:&lt;br /&gt;Revenge drives men insane&lt;br /&gt;But Mother, don't you care?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in agony right now&lt;br /&gt;He forsake our friendship&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to forgive? How?&lt;br /&gt;He was mean and I got hurt&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit idly by&lt;br /&gt;Can we switch stations please?&lt;br /&gt;Love songs will make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Darling, it will pass&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriends come and go&lt;br /&gt;You're at the age of seventeen&lt;br /&gt;There are other fish, you know&lt;br /&gt;Remember the ill you wished on him?&lt;br /&gt;A news bulletin claims on the radio&lt;br /&gt;He wrangled with a nasty shark&lt;br /&gt;And now lies six feet below&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-5548753984211882000?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5548753984211882000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=5548753984211882000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5548753984211882000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5548753984211882000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/destiny-plays-favorites.html' title='Destiny Plays Favorites'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-2093624957106472794</id><published>2007-06-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:52:31.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>I'm In Love With A Smoker</title><content type='html'>The lines we cross&lt;br /&gt;Across our hearts&lt;br /&gt;In the name of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars we leave&lt;br /&gt;Across our hearts&lt;br /&gt;In the name of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I've been told to avoid&lt;br /&gt;But I only want you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Smell you&lt;br /&gt;Taste you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You intrigue me&lt;br /&gt;Captivate me&lt;br /&gt;Confuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I mystify you&lt;br /&gt;Attract you&lt;br /&gt;Interest you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But words get in the way&lt;br /&gt;Society steps in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Impliments&lt;/span&gt; the boundaries&lt;br /&gt;And waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait too&lt;br /&gt;Staring, hoping, dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by lines&lt;br /&gt;Traditional, age-old lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pounding hearts&lt;br /&gt;The lines are crossed&lt;br /&gt;The alarms ring&lt;br /&gt;The tale tell sign of rebellion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken lines mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;Hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intwined&lt;/span&gt; we leave behind&lt;br /&gt;The mess of age-old lines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-2093624957106472794?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2093624957106472794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=2093624957106472794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/2093624957106472794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/2093624957106472794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-love-with-smoker.html' title='I&apos;m In Love With A Smoker'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-7441060181500741299</id><published>2007-06-26T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:48:28.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of a potential problem'/><title type='text'>Hypocrasy</title><content type='html'>If what you say&lt;br /&gt;And what you do&lt;br /&gt;Are different&lt;br /&gt;What you do&lt;br /&gt;Shows the true you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to talk the talk&lt;br /&gt;Not so easy to&lt;br /&gt;Walk the walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if the&lt;br /&gt;Talk&lt;br /&gt;Is different how&lt;br /&gt;You want to&lt;br /&gt;Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't what you say&lt;br /&gt;You're what you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-7441060181500741299?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7441060181500741299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=7441060181500741299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7441060181500741299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7441060181500741299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/hypocrasy.html' title='Hypocrasy'/><author><name>taylor 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heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oxygen turns sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You surrender to the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Embrace its cold, twisted ways&lt;br /&gt;And extinguish the fragile light&lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be a strong flame&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;Confidence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-9217658144789373593?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9217658144789373593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=9217658144789373593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9217658144789373593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Is that humanly possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so loud and funny&lt;br /&gt;And probably conceited&lt;br /&gt;I talk to everyone&lt;br /&gt;And try hard to be friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am around you&lt;br /&gt;I am like that&lt;br /&gt;On the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inside I am melting&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounds so loud&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can’t hear it&lt;br /&gt;Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside I melt away everything that I try to be&lt;br /&gt;And become the person that I am&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the best in me&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Now you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too timid to tell you&lt;br /&gt;What I really think&lt;br /&gt;Too timid to put my heart on the line&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But I can love with a perfect love&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes you are perfect&lt;br /&gt;Can you accept me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Or will you leave me as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I am. I can be good for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make you smile, I’ll make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Give me a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;My tears are reserved for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t wasted any yet&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never have to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-5247769751405589915?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5247769751405589915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=5247769751405589915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5247769751405589915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5247769751405589915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/too-timid.html' title='Too Timid'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-9103796547503677886</id><published>2007-06-26T05:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:39:46.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>With You</title><content type='html'>I swear you are magic&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you&lt;br /&gt;You change me&lt;br /&gt;Like you have cast a magic spell over me&lt;br /&gt;One I don’t want removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I am too scared to admit it&lt;br /&gt;But my heart knows it the truth&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am with you&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;How about like?&lt;br /&gt;I can live with that&lt;br /&gt;Do you go through what I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;I strive to be a better person&lt;br /&gt;I want to be someone you can count on&lt;br /&gt;In turn, I hope you wish the same&lt;br /&gt;That would be wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you it seems&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;Unreal&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;So much comes between us&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family, feelings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never do I not want you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy to spend forever&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-9103796547503677886?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9103796547503677886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=9103796547503677886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9103796547503677886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9103796547503677886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/with-you.html' title='With You'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-4351542020352908926</id><published>2007-06-26T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:39:20.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>The Way You</title><content type='html'>The way you walk&lt;br /&gt;Disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;The way to talk&lt;br /&gt;Disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;The way you flirt&lt;br /&gt;Disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;The way you wear your shirt&lt;br /&gt;Disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;Your life&lt;br /&gt;Disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;Your toil and strife&lt;br /&gt;Disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;The way you act&lt;br /&gt;Disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;Your so-called “facts”&lt;br /&gt;Disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DISGUST ME&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR&lt;br /&gt;IS NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;IN MY EYES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-4351542020352908926?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4351542020352908926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=4351542020352908926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4351542020352908926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to find out&lt;br /&gt;What makes me me, makes me tick?&lt;br /&gt;It’s one heckuvan adventure&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am different from&lt;br /&gt;The Other Girls&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know I want you to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you on&lt;br /&gt;My adventure&lt;br /&gt;I want to share yours too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to steal kisses&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands, flirt&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, talk&lt;br /&gt;I want all of that and more&lt;br /&gt;I’m willing to share&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Simply waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-1990236082663154672?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1990236082663154672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=1990236082663154672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1990236082663154672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1990236082663154672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/simply-waiting.html' title='Simply Waiting'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-9216768660842594989</id><published>2007-06-26T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:38:16.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Sickeningly Ironic</title><content type='html'>Life is so&lt;br /&gt;Sickeningly ironic&lt;br /&gt;The longer you have it&lt;br /&gt;The more you’re disgusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is always&lt;br /&gt;Changing&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for the better&lt;br /&gt;Mostly for the worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends falter and fade&lt;br /&gt;Like a dying candle&lt;br /&gt;Without a match or wick&lt;br /&gt;Because you can’t afford it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the people&lt;br /&gt;You hate&lt;br /&gt;End up being those you love&lt;br /&gt;And remember for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it those who most&lt;br /&gt;Need your advice&lt;br /&gt;Never listen to your words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-9216768660842594989?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9216768660842594989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=9216768660842594989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9216768660842594989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9216768660842594989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/sickeningly-ironic.html' title='Sickeningly Ironic'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-1623213385202102601</id><published>2007-06-26T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:37:21.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>A Collection of Choruses</title><content type='html'>No—I’m NOT head over heels for you&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect me to do?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see I just want to have fun?&lt;br /&gt;You ended that one before it even begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you knew better&lt;br /&gt;Well—get a life&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be friends&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashioned from his rib to protect his heart&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I try I just can’t play the part&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, but do I really?&lt;br /&gt;It’s eating away; I can’t stop this feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-1623213385202102601?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1623213385202102601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=1623213385202102601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1623213385202102601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1623213385202102601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/collection-of-choruses.html' title='A Collection of Choruses'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-7145714931385445361</id><published>2007-06-26T05:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:36:12.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Saying</title><content type='html'>Hey you&lt;br /&gt;I think you are growing on me&lt;br /&gt;Just like a color&lt;br /&gt;Grows on a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;But I am saying&lt;br /&gt;You’re kinda cute&lt;br /&gt;(In a goofy sorta way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying&lt;br /&gt;I want something more&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy&lt;br /&gt;With what I have already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saying, however,&lt;br /&gt;That even though we’re&lt;br /&gt;Not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Or meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like you&lt;br /&gt;In a guy friend sorta way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-7145714931385445361?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7145714931385445361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=7145714931385445361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7145714931385445361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7145714931385445361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-not-saying.html' title='I&apos;m Not Saying'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-9080528062841417213</id><published>2007-06-26T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:35:39.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Want To So Bad</title><content type='html'>Terrified, lonely&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you wanted for me?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you cared&lt;br /&gt;Was everything a lie?&lt;br /&gt;I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;—want to so bad—&lt;br /&gt;Mommy always taught me honesty&lt;br /&gt;So I’m stuck on an emotional roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know how much&lt;br /&gt;Pain you caused me?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Of falling into an abyss without end&lt;br /&gt;The abyss of my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I wanted to cry&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not hate you?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always craved for your attention&lt;br /&gt;I can’t lie to myself anymore though&lt;br /&gt;No Band-Aid will help this time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-9080528062841417213?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9080528062841417213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=9080528062841417213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9080528062841417213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/9080528062841417213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/want-to-so-bad.html' title='Want To So Bad'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-7203472049176371785</id><published>2007-06-26T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:35:09.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Noodles and Shrimp</title><content type='html'>Possible?&lt;br /&gt;No…yet…&lt;br /&gt;When you aren’t around&lt;br /&gt;Your saving angel&lt;br /&gt;You are carefree&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt;Tied at your&lt;br /&gt;Angel’s side&lt;br /&gt;You are serious&lt;br /&gt;Creepy&lt;br /&gt;A zombie&lt;br /&gt;A brainwashed tool&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know what happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my friend?&lt;br /&gt;If you run into him&lt;br /&gt;Send him my way&lt;br /&gt;The door’s always open&lt;br /&gt;I can’t cook&lt;br /&gt;But there’s life miracle:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Take Out&lt;br /&gt;Over noodles and shrimp&lt;br /&gt;We can reminiscence&lt;br /&gt;About happier days&lt;br /&gt;When we weren’t afraid to love&lt;br /&gt;Instead of now&lt;br /&gt;Emotionless&lt;br /&gt;Brainwashed&lt;br /&gt;Zombies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-7203472049176371785?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7203472049176371785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=7203472049176371785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7203472049176371785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/7203472049176371785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/noodles-and-shrimp.html' title='Noodles and Shrimp'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-8146859474716465601</id><published>2007-06-26T05:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:34:16.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>The Magician's Assistant</title><content type='html'>She waltzed in and stole the show&lt;br /&gt;Took everything I lived for&lt;br /&gt;You left me hanging, Hon, don’t ya know&lt;br /&gt;It’s late: I’m walking out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stand to see her work her spells&lt;br /&gt;Try her tricks; nothing’s different&lt;br /&gt;They say magicians never tell&lt;br /&gt;But how about assistants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s got ya wrapped around her little finger&lt;br /&gt;You’re nothing but her pawn in operation&lt;br /&gt;Me and you, we’re traveling strangers&lt;br /&gt;Lost in transit between lonely stations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe, some day, some how&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna get what you signed up for&lt;br /&gt;Babe, it ain’t coming for you now&lt;br /&gt;So please, darling, forget her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, forgotten, dismissed&lt;br /&gt;She stole my glory&lt;br /&gt;The way you act, boy, it gets me pissed&lt;br /&gt;You won’t hear out my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our time, our chances&lt;br /&gt;It’s over, let’s face it&lt;br /&gt;We’ve talked the talks, danced the dances&lt;br /&gt;Together let’s erase it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling for the magician’s trick&lt;br /&gt;You sold your soul&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I’m finished, it’s making me sick&lt;br /&gt;It’s time I made me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stand to see her work her spells&lt;br /&gt;Try her tricks; nothing’s different&lt;br /&gt;They say magicians never tell&lt;br /&gt;But how about assistants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-8146859474716465601?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8146859474716465601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=8146859474716465601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/8146859474716465601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/8146859474716465601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/magicians-assistant.html' title='The Magician&apos;s Assistant'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-5881435310236187897</id><published>2007-06-26T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:33:40.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Coming Back Changed</title><content type='html'>I’m leaving for a while&lt;br /&gt;Can’t forget your sad smile&lt;br /&gt;But honey, it’s not for long&lt;br /&gt;Just dream of me while I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the silent times we had together&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause now things are getting better&lt;br /&gt;Distance makes the heart grow fonder&lt;br /&gt;Please hold on just a little longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving now, coming back changed&lt;br /&gt;Getting my priorities rearranged&lt;br /&gt;Won’t organize you outta my mess&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz loving you is what I do best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back different, FYI&lt;br /&gt;So kiss those memories goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Today’s the tomorrow we dreamed of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Staying constant, it just don’t pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget you, remember me&lt;br /&gt;How we were, we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to returning&lt;br /&gt;Our love candle’s still burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving now, coming back changed&lt;br /&gt;Getting my priorities rearranged&lt;br /&gt;Won’t organize you outta my mess&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz lovin’ you is what I do best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to returning&lt;br /&gt;Our love candle’s still burning&lt;br /&gt;Won’t organize you outta my mess&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz lovin’ you is what I do best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dream of me while I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, darling, it ain’t for long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-5881435310236187897?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5881435310236187897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=5881435310236187897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5881435310236187897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5881435310236187897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/coming-back-changed.html' title='Coming Back Changed'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-4422237020638390038</id><published>2007-06-26T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:33:09.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Love You So Hard</title><content type='html'>My heart is torn, my smile worn&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are dim, there’s cold within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost I’m lonely, wanting you only&lt;br /&gt;Divided between you who I gave my heart to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude from Texas I’ll sorely miss&lt;br /&gt;He was witty and smart, right away stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys out here know what makes us girls glow&lt;br /&gt;Behaving like gentlemen instead of pigs in a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Utard guy was funny, kinda loud—but sweet as honey&lt;br /&gt;His smile made my hard skip beats; a day without him is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a knight for me so full of chivalry&lt;br /&gt;That’s the truth and they’re the proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell them I love them&lt;br /&gt;Love them so hard&lt;br /&gt;I love you so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you so hard” that’s what I say&lt;br /&gt;If I say my guys in the upcoming days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart, captured me from the start&lt;br /&gt;Love you so hard tomorrow today; please, I beg you, take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I love you so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a knight for me so full of chivalry&lt;br /&gt;That’s the truth and they’re the proof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-4422237020638390038?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4422237020638390038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=4422237020638390038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4422237020638390038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/4422237020638390038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-you-so-hard.html' title='Love You So Hard'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-6383844476280412344</id><published>2007-06-26T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:31:57.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>I Dream</title><content type='html'>Life used to me so easy&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel so free&lt;br /&gt;I spent my days dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Of you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed my fingers hoping&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would change&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it wouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we can’t stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s not so easy now&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling tied down&lt;br /&gt;More like the caretaker&lt;br /&gt;Less like the clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of us together&lt;br /&gt;Just in different days&lt;br /&gt;You take up my nights&lt;br /&gt;While others fill my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Even for a while&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;And put a sparkle in my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have changed&lt;br /&gt;And you need to as well&lt;br /&gt;My expectations got higher&lt;br /&gt;And my feelings fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re willing to change&lt;br /&gt;Then I’m willing to stay&lt;br /&gt;If not, then so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I’ll head on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of us together&lt;br /&gt;Just in different ways&lt;br /&gt;You take up my nights&lt;br /&gt;While others fill my days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-6383844476280412344?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6383844476280412344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=6383844476280412344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/6383844476280412344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/6383844476280412344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dream.html' title='I Dream'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-1910901588193321181</id><published>2007-06-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:30:37.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Feeling Not-So-Hott</title><content type='html'>It’s waking up feeling not-so-hott&lt;br /&gt;Being ignored by someone you like a lot&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone you thought you despised&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a loser in everyone’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be cool, gonna be “bad”&lt;br /&gt;Then being told you look like your mom; act like your dad&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you do ever turns out right&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed at night thinking “gotta get me a life”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t get the attention that you crave&lt;br /&gt;You’re lost with no clue how to behave&lt;br /&gt;You’re head-over-heels with someone you never see&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the other guys just let you be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played by the rules, obeyed the game&lt;br /&gt;But none of the boys even know your name&lt;br /&gt;The other girls got the catch of the day&lt;br /&gt;While silently you watch them strut away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unimportant, like nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;Your problems are trivial compared to theirs&lt;br /&gt;All your life playing second best&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but average, mixed in with the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s a lie, someone always loves you&lt;br /&gt;You can’t see Him, but His love is true&lt;br /&gt;He takes you as are, smoothes out the rough edges&lt;br /&gt;Tends to your wounds, puts ice on your bruises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave everything for your life&lt;br /&gt;So walk with Him in His light&lt;br /&gt;Next to Him you belong&lt;br /&gt;There’s a place just for you within His arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared for trial, opposition, temptations&lt;br /&gt;They’re here to stop you, to cause frustrations&lt;br /&gt;To steer you from the path you know&lt;br /&gt;And lead you way down deep below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what you stand for, who you are&lt;br /&gt;Keep your values, raise the bar&lt;br /&gt;You deserve nothing short of great&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it requires a little wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are important, lose the blues&lt;br /&gt;He’ll drop everything and come for you&lt;br /&gt;You’re not second fiddle, instead the best&lt;br /&gt;The crème de la crème, cut above the rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-1910901588193321181?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1910901588193321181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=1910901588193321181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1910901588193321181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1910901588193321181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/feeling-not-so-hott.html' title='Feeling Not-So-Hott'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-3748692588116877161</id><published>2007-06-26T05:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:29:36.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Just Lost</title><content type='html'>I’m tired&lt;br /&gt;So tired&lt;br /&gt;Tired of pretending to be&lt;br /&gt;Something, someone I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a world of lies&lt;br /&gt;A cruel unchanging world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile&lt;br /&gt;Just smile&lt;br /&gt;I smile because I can’t bear&lt;br /&gt;The thought of crying&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to show my emotions&lt;br /&gt;I suppress and ignore them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hurt&lt;br /&gt;So hurt&lt;br /&gt;Hurt from the slicing&lt;br /&gt;Stinging pain of neglect&lt;br /&gt;Nobody bothers anymore&lt;br /&gt;—I’m nobody anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Just cry&lt;br /&gt;I cry because there is no hope&lt;br /&gt;No justice, no joy&lt;br /&gt;I never noticed and&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t have the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sad&lt;br /&gt;So sad&lt;br /&gt;Sad because now I am trapped&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a world I created&lt;br /&gt;Unable to keep the junk out&lt;br /&gt;It filled my very existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;Just lost&lt;br /&gt;Gone from memory&lt;br /&gt;Someone no ones sees&lt;br /&gt;Wandering, still wandering&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-3748692588116877161?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3748692588116877161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=3748692588116877161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/3748692588116877161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/3748692588116877161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-lost.html' title='Just Lost'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-1071370011755127680</id><published>2007-06-26T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:28:27.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>Stop ruining my life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I never have&lt;br /&gt;And I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve driven everyone&lt;br /&gt;Away from me&lt;br /&gt;Now you are driving&lt;br /&gt;Me away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re living in your own world&lt;br /&gt;Reality is an unknown term to you&lt;br /&gt;This relationship is only in your mind&lt;br /&gt;There is no you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;You damper my spirits and&lt;br /&gt;The emotional life gets heavier each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need your permission&lt;br /&gt;Nor does anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Just stop showing off&lt;br /&gt;Before you hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no winning me over&lt;br /&gt;I already made that promise&lt;br /&gt;So just make things easier&lt;br /&gt;And forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance has been blown&lt;br /&gt;It’s over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-1071370011755127680?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1071370011755127680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=1071370011755127680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1071370011755127680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1071370011755127680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-5916580768626004351</id><published>2007-06-26T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:26:33.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You taste like the sunset&lt;br /&gt;You sound like the dew&lt;br /&gt;You feel like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m wrapped up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You make me blush&lt;br /&gt;You give me courage&lt;br /&gt;When I ain’t got enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Oh can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that different&lt;br /&gt;I’m not this cool&lt;br /&gt;So lost in love that&lt;br /&gt;I’m acting like a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taste like my sunset&lt;br /&gt;Cool, crisp, and new&lt;br /&gt;Please be my rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m falling for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-5916580768626004351?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5916580768626004351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=5916580768626004351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5916580768626004351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/5916580768626004351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-2834436883741060010</id><published>2007-06-26T05:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:25:31.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>The Sweet-Bitterness of Friendship</title><content type='html'>Just do your best you told me&lt;br /&gt;I guess my best just wasn’t enough&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself you once said&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I’m not up to snuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in obligations&lt;br /&gt;Failing because I fear&lt;br /&gt;Mourning the lost of a friend&lt;br /&gt;I thought would always be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the message&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to say&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I’m not perfect&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta act like it’s ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wanted drama&lt;br /&gt;To spice up my average life&lt;br /&gt;Next time I make a wish like that&lt;br /&gt;I’m double checking twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being average means&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like everything’s alright&lt;br /&gt;I want that more than being&lt;br /&gt;The brightest start shining at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really try my hardest&lt;br /&gt;But you rarely seem to notice&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should run away&lt;br /&gt;They say life’s better when in show biz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to humor me&lt;br /&gt;I understand where you’re coming from&lt;br /&gt;But before I forget you, remember this:&lt;br /&gt;I may act stupid, but I’m not dumb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-2834436883741060010?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2834436883741060010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=2834436883741060010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/2834436883741060010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/2834436883741060010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweet-bitterness-of-friendship.html' title='The Sweet-Bitterness of Friendship'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-669825145857863597</id><published>2007-06-26T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:24:36.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>The Icy Cold Inside</title><content type='html'>The mind plays a million tricks&lt;br /&gt;But the heart plays hundreds more&lt;br /&gt;I was such a fool to fall for you&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m embarrassed like never before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart aches&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;Can’t heal the icy cold inside&lt;br /&gt;And it torments me to hear your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how we’ll never exist&lt;br /&gt;Leaves an ugly taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;I should move on now&lt;br /&gt;Succeed by living a life without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-669825145857863597?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/669825145857863597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=669825145857863597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/669825145857863597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/669825145857863597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/icy-cold-inside.html' title='The Icy Cold Inside'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-1626163957239417079</id><published>2007-06-26T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:23:57.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>I don’t ask but I accept&lt;br /&gt;I don’t call but I answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped of pride&lt;br /&gt;Bathed in humility&lt;br /&gt;I plead with you&lt;br /&gt;Give me chance&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want one chance&lt;br /&gt;To prove to you my worth&lt;br /&gt;Just like the wildflower blooms&lt;br /&gt;With a beauty all her own&lt;br /&gt;My potential is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask and I accept&lt;br /&gt;You call and I answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always answer you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-1626163957239417079?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1626163957239417079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=1626163957239417079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1626163957239417079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/1626163957239417079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>taylor elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342572967059441543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPtO47qXkto/TQKm2NM5vyI/AAAAAAAACFE/6EU41GqEwPo/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708554134330261053.post-6858328156438881393</id><published>2007-06-26T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:23:11.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aggravations of a 16 year old nobody'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Eyes like burning windows into&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of your soul&lt;br /&gt;A kingdom full wonder; plagued with mystery&lt;br /&gt;Gates waiting to open other worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile like heaven’s happiness opening&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of your heart&lt;br /&gt;A beauty laced with tears; woven with laughter&lt;br /&gt;Wings hoping to stretch in the flight of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touch like lightning sparking&lt;br /&gt;The romance of your mind&lt;br /&gt;A romance born of spirit; fed with want&lt;br /&gt;Lips longing to answer the cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A taste like icy waters surging&lt;br /&gt;The passion of your spirit&lt;br /&gt;A passion lined with courage; tempted of fate&lt;br /&gt;Unbroken by the unforgiving game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-6858328156438881393?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Tears to fill the empty&lt;br /&gt;Sobs to stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;Fearful of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Careful in our steps&lt;br /&gt;We know that life is tragic&lt;br /&gt;Tragic&lt;br /&gt;And short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708554134330261053-759594899330494217?l=taylorsheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylorsheart.blogspot.com/feeds/759594899330494217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4708554134330261053&amp;postID=759594899330494217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708554134330261053/posts/default/759594899330494217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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