<?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-6438518</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:17.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven's Dance</title><subtitle type='html'>Feelings from within. Poetry, Song, and Expressions of the Heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-116166862795031901</id><published>2006-10-23T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:43:47.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I try to swim through the confusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But the tide is way too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I try to count each and every day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But all I see is the dark night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The waves seem to keep rising higher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The current keeps dragging me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I don't find my refuge soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am afraid that I will drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I try desperately to hide my true feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It gets harder each passing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to get this off my chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I don't know exactly what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am afraid how things might end up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A friendship could get tattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel so completely lost inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My soul is broken and shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I fear that I may end up alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not a single friend to my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And walk through the rest of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;With my head hung down in shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-116166862795031901?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/116166862795031901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/116166862795031901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116166862795031901' title='The Tide'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-116137663777925141</id><published>2006-10-20T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:37:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Feelings</title><content type='html'>There is something in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;A certain light that I can see.&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;This man is meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to tell him,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that he'll get scared.&lt;br /&gt;And I will miss all the moments,&lt;br /&gt;In the future that could be shared.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold him in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;To feel his heart beat with mine.&lt;br /&gt;And wipe away his tears of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Until all the pain is left behind.&lt;br /&gt;We already have a really strong bond,&lt;br /&gt;And the love of a different kind.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make this man so happy,&lt;br /&gt;And give him the best love he'll ever find.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will ever tell him,&lt;br /&gt;I think these words say it all.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one to catch him,&lt;br /&gt;If he ever again should fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-116137663777925141?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/116137663777925141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/116137663777925141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116137663777925141' title='Hidden Feelings'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-113691766467487174</id><published>2006-01-10T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:27:44.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I See (January 1, 2006) A tribute to a dear friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You wear a mask of smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your happiness is just pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Searching desperately for the chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For your broken heart to mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Confused, abused, and tattered soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not really knowing where your life will go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All the lies you are constantly told,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your broken life spins out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You don't know what you truly deserve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You settle for the next best thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But lies and deception along the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is what the new relationship will bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You are intelligent, you are loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You are also patient and kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seek total and utter happiness next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And leave all the emotional baggage behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You are on a path to self destruct,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And will hurt innocent lives along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not even the complete realization,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Of what a heavy price there will be to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Next time around on life's new journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Slow down and take your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All good things come to those who wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And eventually it will be your turn to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Take the chance to put yourself first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every once in a great while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And when you look at the people around you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Try giving them a genuine smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; You are a great and wonderful man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You will end up with what you desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Committment, honesty, and trust in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Are the things that will never tire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To my dear friend...you now who you are...I love you and wish you all the happiness you deserve!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-113691766467487174?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/113691766467487174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/113691766467487174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113691766467487174' title='What I See (January 1, 2006) A tribute to a dear friend'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108417337076720294</id><published>2004-05-09T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T10:31:36.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Westin (5/10/2004)</title><content type='html'>Passion,&lt;br /&gt;A strong driving force.&lt;br /&gt;Desire,&lt;br /&gt;A wanting deep within.&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Bodies intertwining,&lt;br /&gt;Flesh pressed hotly together.&lt;br /&gt;Breath catching in my throat,&lt;br /&gt;My body going numb with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Electricity sparking with every touch.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat glistening on the skin.&lt;br /&gt;Soft lips pressed longingly together.&lt;br /&gt;Tongues exploring each others mouths.&lt;br /&gt;Trailing kisses down every body part.&lt;br /&gt;Lips leaving no flesh unexplored.&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps all over my body,&lt;br /&gt;Making my rosy nipples taut.&lt;br /&gt;Fluid dripping from my body like honey.&lt;br /&gt;You tasting all the sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling your tongue around,&lt;br /&gt;Making me writhe in delight.&lt;br /&gt;Grinding myself into your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me wild.&lt;br /&gt;Making me light headed.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth going dry.&lt;br /&gt;Gasping for my breath,&lt;br /&gt;With every taste you take of me.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Never felt such pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;No words in the world to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;I want you like I've never wanted anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;I roll you over, to return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;Your hard cock pulsates with your elevated heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;I tease, I nibble, I kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Finally my mouth takes you in,&lt;br /&gt;You moan from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;Your manly, sexual smell filling my nostrils,&lt;br /&gt;Teasing my brain.&lt;br /&gt;You going in and out of my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Sucking on you like a lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;Filling my mouth to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;You can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You flip me over and take control.&lt;br /&gt;Positioning your gorgeous body between my soaked thighs.&lt;br /&gt;You part my lips and begin to enter me.&lt;br /&gt;My breath catches in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes close with fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;You fill me completely,&lt;br /&gt;A perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;Like our bodies were molded for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly rocking our bodies,&lt;br /&gt;Grinding ourselves into each other.&lt;br /&gt;Rasping breath, hearts beating faster.&lt;br /&gt;We move our hips harder and faster,&lt;br /&gt;Increasing the delight.&lt;br /&gt;You put my legs on your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating me deeper.&lt;br /&gt;I fit you like a glove.&lt;br /&gt;My clit hardening as your body presses against it.&lt;br /&gt;Finally my body shudders,&lt;br /&gt;The honey pours out of me all over your cock.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to cum. I beg you to cum,&lt;br /&gt;In and out, faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;Making me absolutely insane.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you are ready.&lt;br /&gt;You pull out and I bring you to my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;You explode as I taste your sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;I swallow every last bit of you.&lt;br /&gt;Sucking on you until there is nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;We both collapse, our breathing ragged.&lt;br /&gt;Lying next to each other still caressing flesh.&lt;br /&gt;We are satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on Earth could be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108417337076720294?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108417337076720294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108417337076720294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108417337076720294' title='The Westin (5/10/2004)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108356849696164963</id><published>2004-05-02T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T00:19:16.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man In The Mirror (W. Robert Harris)(My grandfather gave me this poem)</title><content type='html'>When you get what you want in your struggle for self,&lt;br /&gt;and the World makes you King for a day,&lt;br /&gt;Just go to a mirror and look at yourself,&lt;br /&gt;And see what that man has to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it isn't your father or mother or wife,&lt;br /&gt;whose judgment upon you must pass,&lt;br /&gt;the fellow whose verdict counts most in your life,&lt;br /&gt;is the one staring back from the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think you a straight shootin' chum&lt;br /&gt;and call you a wonderful guy&lt;br /&gt;But the man in the glass says you're only a bum,&lt;br /&gt;if you can't look him straight in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the fellow to please, never mind at all rest,&lt;br /&gt;he's with you clear up to the end;&lt;br /&gt;And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test,&lt;br /&gt;if the man in the glass is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may fool the whole World down the pathway of years,&lt;br /&gt;and get pats on the back as you pass.&lt;br /&gt;But your final reward will be heartaches and tears,&lt;br /&gt;if you've cheated the man in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pertains to everyone that is why I like it so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108356849696164963?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108356849696164963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108356849696164963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108356849696164963' title='The Man In The Mirror (W. Robert Harris)(My grandfather gave me this poem)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108356749566182755</id><published>2004-05-02T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T00:02:34.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrow (6/9/1997)</title><content type='html'>Roses and their beauty,&lt;br /&gt;just aren't meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;Like our childhood joys,&lt;br /&gt;they fade into the past.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing in the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;was something we abused.&lt;br /&gt;It's ended now in bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;and made me feel so used.&lt;br /&gt;Empty words were our only bond,&lt;br /&gt;even that exists no more.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all I had to give,&lt;br /&gt;but what did I give it for??&lt;br /&gt;Not so you could break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;not so you could leave.&lt;br /&gt;Not to hear the lies you told,&lt;br /&gt;hoping I'd believe.&lt;br /&gt;I thought our love was stronger,&lt;br /&gt;that we'd be together always.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong about everything,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left for us.&lt;br /&gt;My mind and soul are out of place,&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your strength, I miss your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Love is now something I borrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108356749566182755?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108356749566182755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108356749566182755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108356749566182755' title='Borrow (6/9/1997)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108356693117699183</id><published>2004-05-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T23:53:10.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting More (3/1/1997)</title><content type='html'>It started out as friendship,&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted so much more.&lt;br /&gt;And now that we are together,&lt;br /&gt;Life seems better than before.&lt;br /&gt;The times we had together as friends,&lt;br /&gt;Are faded memories.&lt;br /&gt;The future starts our new romance,&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny agrees.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be here to care for you,&lt;br /&gt;And help you when you are down.&lt;br /&gt;You can come to me for anything,&lt;br /&gt;I will always be around.&lt;br /&gt;But now I can embrace you,&lt;br /&gt;And kiss you tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;And hear you whisper words of love,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108356693117699183?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108356693117699183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108356693117699183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108356693117699183' title='Wanting More (3/1/1997)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108356656195561684</id><published>2004-05-02T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T23:47:52.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Learn What They Live (I didn't write this, but it is one of my favorite poems)</title><content type='html'>If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives hostility, he learns to fight.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with tolerance, he learns confidence.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with encouragement, he learns to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.&lt;br /&gt;If a child lives with acceptance, and friendship,&lt;br /&gt;He learns to find love in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108356656195561684?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108356656195561684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108356656195561684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108356656195561684' title='Children Learn What They Live (I didn&apos;t write this, but it is one of my favorite poems)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140975652142518</id><published>2004-04-08T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:39:44.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (2/14/1997)</title><content type='html'>My heart is aching so very bad,&lt;br /&gt;like it has never done before.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all I had to give,&lt;br /&gt;if only it could have been more.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't enough to keep you here,&lt;br /&gt;had to leave my world so blue.&lt;br /&gt;Left me with no life to live,&lt;br /&gt;and what did I ever do?&lt;br /&gt;I did not deserve the lies you told,&lt;br /&gt;wishing I'd fall for each one.&lt;br /&gt;Until the day the truth came out,&lt;br /&gt;and you said that we were done.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the love we shared,&lt;br /&gt;that will forever endure in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are done and through,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is a big, black hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140975652142518?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140975652142518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140975652142518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140975652142518' title='Untitled (2/14/1997)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140943323572256</id><published>2004-04-08T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:34:20.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Now</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's over now&lt;br /&gt;But I can breathe somehow.&lt;br /&gt;When it's all worn out&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Could you stand right here&lt;br /&gt;Look me straight in the eye and say&lt;br /&gt;That it's over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay our debt sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's over now&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can see somehow&lt;br /&gt;When it's all gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay our debt sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's over now&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive somehow&lt;br /&gt;When it's all out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and do your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Could I stand right here&lt;br /&gt;Look myself in the eye, and say&lt;br /&gt;That it's over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay our debt sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140943323572256?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140943323572256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140943323572256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140943323572256' title='Over Now'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140910400811565</id><published>2004-04-08T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:28:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream (9/13/1996)</title><content type='html'>Constantly I dream of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;The day which my illusion shall come true.&lt;br /&gt;The desire just buries itself internally.&lt;br /&gt;To the deepest, darkest hole within.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot maintain this act much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Not showing these feelings I sense.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I know I shall realize.&lt;br /&gt;That not all of our wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still determined to keep believing.&lt;br /&gt;That someday you shall finally choose me.&lt;br /&gt;You shall see through all the material things.&lt;br /&gt;To what's really deep, down within.&lt;br /&gt;You'll perceive how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;But for now it's all just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it shall become real.&lt;br /&gt;Or if it shall only endure in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;All these sensations I've never groped.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to confuse me so much.&lt;br /&gt;If only they could become transparent.&lt;br /&gt;To show me how I genuinely feel.&lt;br /&gt;But for now I can only dream of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;The day which my illusion shall come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140910400811565?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140910400811565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140910400811565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140910400811565' title='Dream (9/13/1996)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140861692768781</id><published>2004-04-08T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:20:44.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>A pile of letters never sent.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of dreams I have lent.&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of unfinished stories.&lt;br /&gt;A life of untold, and untouched glories.&lt;br /&gt;The withering roses on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of a living fable.&lt;br /&gt;The fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;A life for the unfrail.&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted woods filled with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;The Prince and Pauper living "Happily Ever After".&lt;br /&gt;No one imagined they were one in the same.&lt;br /&gt;Until the realization of life's unreality came.&lt;br /&gt;Though the pieces of the puzzle may not always fit.&lt;br /&gt;Change your outlook and you just may make it.&lt;br /&gt;Some are shocked by the reality of the unreal.&lt;br /&gt;But the future is the result of how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;Or for those who believe it matters anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So for realities sake, hold on to someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140861692768781?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140861692768781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140861692768781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140861692768781' title='Reality'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140829598155551</id><published>2004-04-08T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:15:23.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>They said they would be faithful, true&lt;br /&gt;they would never intentionally hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they would be honest, kind&lt;br /&gt;protect you from those who play with your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you have known that things would go so&lt;br /&gt;wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After caring and trusting these people for so&lt;br /&gt;long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that the friendship was so easy to spoil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they would be faithful, true&lt;br /&gt;how could you have known they would betray you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140829598155551?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140829598155551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140829598155551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140829598155551' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140808469214699</id><published>2004-04-08T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:11:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>A candle burns at both ends,&lt;br /&gt;a fire racing flame.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is cluttered full of lies,&lt;br /&gt;all your answers sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think,&lt;br /&gt;too much is on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems the way it should,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;The wick is disappearing,&lt;br /&gt;someone please tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;My mind tells me it's over,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140808469214699?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140808469214699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140808469214699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140808469214699' title='Missing You'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140793321742754</id><published>2004-04-08T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:09:21.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious and Thoughtful</title><content type='html'>I am curious and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why there is no unity.&lt;br /&gt;I hear a scream in agony.&lt;br /&gt;I see the Grim Reapers shadow behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry from sadness.&lt;br /&gt;I am curious and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend that I can fix it all.&lt;br /&gt;I feel an aching for each loss in the World.&lt;br /&gt;I touch a priceless piece of Earth.&lt;br /&gt;I cry when I see pain, suffering, and death.&lt;br /&gt;I am curious and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand we are all individuals.&lt;br /&gt;I say society is conforming.&lt;br /&gt;I dream that the World will come to an ending.&lt;br /&gt;I try to make everyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to find peace in the World someday.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared and unsure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140793321742754?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140793321742754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140793321742754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140793321742754' title='Curious and Thoughtful'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140765928463963</id><published>2004-04-07T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:04:47.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>In my past I was a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;scared and unsure, &lt;br /&gt;alone from the rest of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;My age is of little importance.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are mixed.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow overwhelms my being.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside my heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;Power, and self-confidence, &lt;br /&gt;takes over my scared outer shell,&lt;br /&gt;and lends a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140765928463963?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140765928463963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140765928463963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140765928463963' title='Past'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140746289884899</id><published>2004-04-07T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:01:30.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>I am a river flowing strong, and free,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying my spirit to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Like a wolf, I am brave, and keen,&lt;br /&gt;My cry resounding in the night.&lt;br /&gt;I am sharp, like an Eagle,&lt;br /&gt;Soaring high in the sky, hunting my prey.&lt;br /&gt;You can't touch me, for I am quick to flight,&lt;br /&gt;Missing your grasp by seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Trap my spirit if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140746289884899?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140746289884899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140746289884899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140746289884899' title='Me'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140726834492399</id><published>2004-04-07T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:58:15.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon</title><content type='html'>The moon is a means to an end, to a beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Ending the day, it begins the night.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Casting it's shadows all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;It reflects a guiding light to all nocturnals in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;As it sets, the beginning of dawn arises with the breaking of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and the ending of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;The sun radiates on the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Creating warmth to a new day,&lt;br /&gt;and the ending of the night,&lt;br /&gt;with all it's mysteries,  &lt;br /&gt;that bask in the eerie glow of the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140726834492399?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140726834492399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140726834492399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140726834492399' title='The Moon'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108140695090562100</id><published>2004-04-07T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:52:58.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am</title><content type='html'>I am an imaginative girl who likes men and women,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever get the chance to do the things I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I hear,&lt;br /&gt;I see,&lt;br /&gt;I want,&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend,&lt;br /&gt;I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I touch,&lt;br /&gt;I worry,&lt;br /&gt;I cry,&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand,&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;I envy,&lt;br /&gt;I dream,&lt;br /&gt;I try,&lt;br /&gt;I hope,&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108140695090562100?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140695090562100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108140695090562100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140695090562100' title='I Am'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108115245514626673</id><published>2004-04-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T01:11:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheater (March 27, 1997)</title><content type='html'>He holds her hand while she is near,&lt;br /&gt;Yet cheats while she is away.&lt;br /&gt;Two lives are lead, and she's unaware,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know who's heart he's won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's barely there, most always gone,&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know his other life,&lt;br /&gt;Hears only the lies that he tells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other life is lead the same,&lt;br /&gt;But I know there is someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I endure to believe, he will finally flee,&lt;br /&gt;So I can have him all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day should have come, so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;But he chooses two lives over me.&lt;br /&gt;He knows that I will stay, through thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does he know that I am for real,&lt;br /&gt;That I really, truly care.&lt;br /&gt;He just gets what he wants, and goes on his way,&lt;br /&gt;To the one that he thinks he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I am back at home, feeling down and blue,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was all just his game.&lt;br /&gt;He just doesn't know the pain he has caused,&lt;br /&gt;When he even just mentions her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move on, let him live just one life,&lt;br /&gt;Without living part of his game.&lt;br /&gt;I only get hurt, by his childish lies,&lt;br /&gt;And am caused such tremendous pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to believe, that I am only being used,&lt;br /&gt;So he can get what he's craved.&lt;br /&gt;Though, deep, down inside, I know that it's the truth,&lt;br /&gt;But I am hoping this love can be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are all that are left in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else can I perceive.&lt;br /&gt;The lies that he tells me, will continuously blind me,&lt;br /&gt;Because he knows that I will never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108115245514626673?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108115245514626673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108115245514626673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115245514626673' title='Cheater (March 27, 1997)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108115147815582020</id><published>2004-04-05T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:56:53.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Heart (March 21, 1997)</title><content type='html'>I say we are united,&lt;br /&gt;But in reality are far apart.&lt;br /&gt;I say he truly loves me,&lt;br /&gt;But he holds another heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say he means it all,&lt;br /&gt;But every promise is a lie. &lt;br /&gt;I say he'd never hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;But as I say it, I sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caused a lot of hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But I refused to believe.&lt;br /&gt;He only told me lies,&lt;br /&gt;And said he wouldn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said we'd be forever,&lt;br /&gt;But "forever" didn't last.&lt;br /&gt;He left me with no reason why,&lt;br /&gt;And gave no second glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows just what he's doing,&lt;br /&gt;When he says he loves the other alone.&lt;br /&gt;He realizes it causes me pain,&lt;br /&gt;When he says she's the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what he told me,&lt;br /&gt;His lies were all the same.&lt;br /&gt;I know he only used me,&lt;br /&gt;While he played his little game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I'm moving on this time,&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid I will have nobody to love,&lt;br /&gt;And be left here all alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108115147815582020?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108115147815582020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108115147815582020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115147815582020' title='Another Heart (March 21, 1997)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108115094865793463</id><published>2004-04-05T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:46:12.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (February 7, 1997)</title><content type='html'>These last weary days drag on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, will they ever cease?&lt;br /&gt;I've lived my life so many years,&lt;br /&gt;But I've lived it to the least.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;It's all going to end.&lt;br /&gt;So many broken promises made,&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot seem to mend.&lt;br /&gt;My family's all gone,&lt;br /&gt;Not a friend to my name.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to live for,&lt;br /&gt;No fortune, nor fame.&lt;br /&gt;I lie gently down,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it near.&lt;br /&gt;I close my green eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Down my cheek runs a tear....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108115094865793463?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108115094865793463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108115094865793463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115094865793463' title='Untitled (February 7, 1997)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108115013439763187</id><published>2004-04-05T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:33:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unanswered Question (August 25, 1997)</title><content type='html'>One question I have,&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be answered.&lt;br /&gt;One question that burns in my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Like a hot, searing branding iron.&lt;br /&gt;One question that darkens my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And puts a cloud over my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That question needs to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;Because it may heal my shattered heart.&lt;br /&gt;It may scab over my bleeding wounds.&lt;br /&gt;Wounds that feel like salt has been thrown on them.&lt;br /&gt;Unhealing wounds that deepen when I hear your name.&lt;br /&gt;They pour out blood, these hurtful wounds.&lt;br /&gt;That question springs to mind,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see lovers walking.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear your name.&lt;br /&gt;I think of that question.&lt;br /&gt;That one hurtful, unanswered question.&lt;br /&gt;The question that reminds me of how you used me.&lt;br /&gt;The question that reminds me of how you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;Treated me like an unwanted outcast.&lt;br /&gt;The question that I ask myself everyday.&lt;br /&gt;That one hurtful question......&lt;br /&gt;What good is living,&lt;br /&gt;When all that you love is gone???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108115013439763187?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108115013439763187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108115013439763187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115013439763187' title='Unanswered Question (August 25, 1997)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108114948605524433</id><published>2004-04-05T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:21:49.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost (June 2, 1999)</title><content type='html'>Lost in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;No shelter to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a light,&lt;br /&gt;To help me to see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Falling into the cold.&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up,&lt;br /&gt;And I try to be bold.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get some courage,&lt;br /&gt;To collect all my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lost and I am struggling,&lt;br /&gt;Grasping for anything to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;You are the creator of my darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The one who has a light.&lt;br /&gt;But you wave it in my face,&lt;br /&gt;So that I must fight.&lt;br /&gt;Fight to save myself,&lt;br /&gt;Before I fail.&lt;br /&gt;But your such an asshole,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a typical male.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my light,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I need that light,&lt;br /&gt;To set my soul free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108114948605524433?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108114948605524433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108114948605524433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108114948605524433' title='Lost (June 2, 1999)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108114886738050864</id><published>2004-04-04T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:11:31.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate (This is one of my earlier poems)</title><content type='html'>Unanswered questions float through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;With all the answers hidden deep within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The answers shall never be found I fear.&lt;br /&gt;But one day I hope that love will answer them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate to find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is desperate for love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep him for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Though he is not mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm black with jealousy whenever another talks to him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to let him meet my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to remain in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;So no one but me can see him.&lt;br /&gt;So I can have him to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so desperate.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out and trying to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;Grasp a life line to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;My desperation drives me insane.&lt;br /&gt;So insane I am willing to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hurt him so he can feel what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hurt anyone that stands in my way.&lt;br /&gt;My desperation makes me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;My desperation makes me confused.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell him how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid he will laugh in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I hate him for betraying me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my desperation for what it's doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put this up so that people could see the difference between what I used to write and how I write today. I wrote this poem back in 1997.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108114886738050864?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108114886738050864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108114886738050864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108114886738050864' title='Desperate (This is one of my earlier poems)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108114796429855516</id><published>2004-04-04T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T23:56:28.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Ask</title><content type='html'>All I ask is that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Love me for all the things that I am.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you realize the true me,&lt;br /&gt;You need to do that before you judge me.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you understand me,&lt;br /&gt;All the things I do are for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you feel me,&lt;br /&gt;Feel my warmth and love come through.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you get to know me,&lt;br /&gt;Know me inside and out not just what's outside.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you let me be free,&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep me on a leash or in chains like a prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you trust me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets and I'll tell you mine.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you need me,&lt;br /&gt;Need me when you are down and sad.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you want me,&lt;br /&gt;Want me for who I am and not my looks.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Love me for all the reasons that I've stated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108114796429855516?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108114796429855516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108114796429855516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108114796429855516' title='All I Ask'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108089206817151760</id><published>2004-04-01T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T00:13:25.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>It's late at night,&lt;br /&gt;Candles smelling of lavender fill the air.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows flicker on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;The flames are softly illuminating.&lt;br /&gt;You look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You smile and pull me close.&lt;br /&gt;Then you put your hand on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You feel the quickening thud from your soft touch.&lt;br /&gt;You cup my breast,&lt;br /&gt;Then you slowly unbutton my blouse.&lt;br /&gt;You nuzzle and tease my nipples,&lt;br /&gt;Making their rosy tips hard.&lt;br /&gt;You bring your mouth to mine.&lt;br /&gt;I explore the sweetness of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;You taste soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;I sexily take off your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I run my hands down your smooth chest.&lt;br /&gt;You run your hands down my creamy, soft stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Then you lower your face to the sweetness between my legs.&lt;br /&gt;I moan and cry out in delight.&lt;br /&gt;The passion is a driving force.&lt;br /&gt;I run my hands through your silky hair,&lt;br /&gt;Then I unzip your jeans tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;I pull out your rock hard manliness,&lt;br /&gt;I gently feel it in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;You moan more insistently.&lt;br /&gt;Then I bring it my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Our love making deepens.&lt;br /&gt;I move you all around inside my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling you around with my tongue, gently sucking.&lt;br /&gt;You taste so good.&lt;br /&gt;I want to devour every bit of you.&lt;br /&gt;You trail kisses from my lips down,&lt;br /&gt;Fire blazing from every kiss.&lt;br /&gt;You make me so hot, wet, and sticky.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to take me like never before.&lt;br /&gt;The candles are flickering.&lt;br /&gt;Our hard breathing creating the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;We explore every inch of each others flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Our breathing gets heavier.&lt;br /&gt;The passion is increasing,&lt;br /&gt;The force making us mad with desire.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we take each other.&lt;br /&gt;You fill me completely with your manliness.&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies rocking in one fluid motion after another.&lt;br /&gt;Making love until we reach the peak of ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;We finally collapse,&lt;br /&gt;One sweaty body glistening on the other.&lt;br /&gt;We feel as a whole, complete.&lt;br /&gt;As if we've just become one being.&lt;br /&gt;The love so great I cry from happiness.&lt;br /&gt;The I whisper "I Love You", and you return it.&lt;br /&gt;We are utterly satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;And we sleep until the sun comes up and the candles die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108089206817151760?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108089206817151760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108089206817151760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108089206817151760' title='I Love You'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-108089184748857135</id><published>2004-04-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:47:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>This depression clouds me,&lt;br /&gt;Like a dark shroud above.&lt;br /&gt;A cloak of melancholy washes over,&lt;br /&gt;Draping itself over my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fill up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But the shiny pools won't spill over.&lt;br /&gt;Pangs of anguish inside,&lt;br /&gt;It's knotting up my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;So lost within myself,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm drowning in misery.&lt;br /&gt;Every night lying awake,&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Praying constantly for the pain to end,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of countless ways to relieve it.&lt;br /&gt;Always coming up empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts turn to dust.&lt;br /&gt;The dust swirls away in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's dancing and mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;Making me forget who I am,&lt;br /&gt;What my purpose in this life is?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if there is even a soul left.&lt;br /&gt;Questions floating through empty space,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging in the air like unsolved mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;One day I will be whole again,&lt;br /&gt;And find that long lost smile.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to just wait it out,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll find myself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-108089184748857135?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108089184748857135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/108089184748857135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108089184748857135' title='Untitled'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107687756387436998</id><published>2004-02-15T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T12:41:59.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>It has totally driven me close to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;A knock in the doors of the Omega.&lt;br /&gt;So, bare with me as I cast loose my Demons.&lt;br /&gt;All that of your consideration and not of pity.&lt;br /&gt;As I wage war against Ares, a battle in Euterpe.&lt;br /&gt;A fight I can't win. A fight already lost.&lt;br /&gt;I, though torn and lifeless, am still waiting for Eros to come...&lt;br /&gt;Hear my voice, heed my call I beg.&lt;br /&gt;As I sit on this squeaky wooden chair.&lt;br /&gt;Silently listening for the chariots to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one day that the arrow shot from his bow carries my name.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the hunters eye is not blurred by time...&lt;br /&gt;For missing is not an option given.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it hits me straight where it matters most...&lt;br /&gt;Like that of patriots.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the arrow hits me straight in the heart...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, straight in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;For this, nothing else, I know is more than destiny.&lt;br /&gt;And I am here to claim what is rightfully mine.&lt;br /&gt;Here to claim what belongs to me and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;Here to once again love myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107687756387436998?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107687756387436998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107687756387436998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687756387436998' title='Untitled'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107635579038081151</id><published>2004-02-09T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:45:37.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I am nothing close to abomination from withtin&lt;br /&gt;A lamentation's brew heated and boiling to a spill&lt;br /&gt;Wretched and confined into reality's discriminations&lt;br /&gt;Am I the demon that deserves eternal punishment?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just that of misfortunes best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Why must I ask for forgiveness for all my sins, I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;Should I?? Knowing that...&lt;br /&gt;In ends time compassion's hand is easily at reach&lt;br /&gt;And I still do. Discounting all the untouched questions, I honestly do&lt;br /&gt;And still, I weep alone...&lt;br /&gt;I persistently fold myself into a corner hoping no one sees my grief&lt;br /&gt;Lucky is the walking dead, I say&lt;br /&gt;For he, though alone, is unscathed by humans weakness&lt;br /&gt;Numb to that of his surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;The only envy of lifes hurting people.&lt;br /&gt;Such blatant expressions I know I've said&lt;br /&gt;I've kept these confined in my soul all this time.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how much longer I can stay dormant&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing when I shall erupt and unleash such motility&lt;br /&gt;I just have to let it out&lt;br /&gt;For they are far worse...&lt;br /&gt;Far worse than running nails on a chalkboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107635579038081151?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635579038081151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635579038081151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635579038081151' title='Untitled'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107635496003564253</id><published>2004-02-09T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:31:47.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Thy mask thy self in furtive lies, and that of hearts pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Yet foolish pride and blinded eyes, awaits for love to mend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, absence clouds the morning tide, brings somber eventide.&lt;br /&gt;Tis only thee by Heaven's gates, can free the stars of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay no blame on thee who wrote, of songs my heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;For tis alone by love's mistake, abased the candles fire.&lt;br /&gt;Though thee suppress in shadows cope, of presence in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;Tis an Angel's face , that I see, thy beauty pine my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream not of, nor dare aspire, to climb of Angel's heights.&lt;br /&gt;Tis on the ground where I belong, await the dawn of light.&lt;br /&gt;But if dreams alone, make me feel, the love my Angel sings.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, awake no more, so I may spend forever in thy wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107635496003564253?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635496003564253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635496003564253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635496003564253' title='Untitled'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107635429374681618</id><published>2004-02-09T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:21:15.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfamiliar Face</title><content type='html'>All that I look at,&lt;br /&gt;All that I see.&lt;br /&gt;Is a face that is,&lt;br /&gt;Unfamiliar to me.&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I see unfamiliar things.&lt;br /&gt;A hurt and lost soul,&lt;br /&gt;With shattered and broken dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But what's this I catch,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my eye?&lt;br /&gt;A Sparkle of hope,&lt;br /&gt;That is deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;A light that is really faint,&lt;br /&gt;A glimmer of hope that I've found.&lt;br /&gt;That I only see,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are around.&lt;br /&gt;You are the glimmer of light,&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness within.&lt;br /&gt;The key to my happiness,&lt;br /&gt;That shall help my life begin.&lt;br /&gt;Now I look in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;At a familiar face.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness inside,&lt;br /&gt;Has slowly been erased.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have you,&lt;br /&gt;I see my true self.&lt;br /&gt;For you've come along,&lt;br /&gt;To free me and give help.&lt;br /&gt;This unfamiliar side,&lt;br /&gt;I see in myself.&lt;br /&gt;My light, my love,&lt;br /&gt;The only one who could help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107635429374681618?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635429374681618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635429374681618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635429374681618' title='Unfamiliar Face'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107635380530408843</id><published>2004-02-09T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:12:32.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To My Grandmother Trueza:Heavenly Smiles(I Love You Grandma)</title><content type='html'>Can you spare a smile? Mine has suddenly been&lt;br /&gt;                       washed away.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to detect it anywhere, though I've&lt;br /&gt;                     searched night and day.&lt;br /&gt;I believe my Grandma took it with her to her,&lt;br /&gt;                      magnificent new home in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I caught a glimpse of her grin as I was sadly,&lt;br /&gt;                     passing by.&lt;br /&gt;I know it must upset her that she accidentally took&lt;br /&gt;                      mine on her trip.&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I witness something fall from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;                    with a bounce and a flip.&lt;br /&gt;It floated straight into my hands as I nervously&lt;br /&gt;                    open them wide.&lt;br /&gt;A smile breaks across my face with care, comfort,&lt;br /&gt;                      and pride.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma must have dropped it as she skipped the&lt;br /&gt;                          clouds one by one.&lt;br /&gt;I know she must be happy because a rainbow just&lt;br /&gt;                         emerged from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;So you can keep your smile but remind others to&lt;br /&gt;                        share theirs with love.&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to lose it one day, Grandma will send&lt;br /&gt;                       you one from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107635380530408843?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635380530408843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635380530408843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635380530408843' title='A Tribute To My Grandmother Trueza:Heavenly Smiles(I Love You Grandma)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107635309970073608</id><published>2004-02-09T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:00:46.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To My Grandmother Helen:Angel(I Love You Grandma)</title><content type='html'>Your time with us has passed,&lt;br /&gt;To us you are still here.&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you've touched our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Is enough to keep you near.&lt;br /&gt;Your passing was so sudden,&lt;br /&gt;Not a real chance to say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;But I know you are looking down on us,&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The warm rays of sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;That touch our tired faces.&lt;br /&gt;Will be the love you send from above,&lt;br /&gt;All through our ages.&lt;br /&gt;God has made you an Angel,&lt;br /&gt;To watch us through the years.&lt;br /&gt;For you to quiet down our sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And to dry up all our tears.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be missed in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;But in our hearts you'll live on.&lt;br /&gt;Till the day we are wrapped in your wings,&lt;br /&gt;And our time on Earth is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107635309970073608?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635309970073608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635309970073608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635309970073608' title='A Tribute To My Grandmother Helen:Angel(I Love You Grandma)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107635266046163273</id><published>2004-02-09T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T10:53:27.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To My Father:Cherished Memories (I Love You Daddy)</title><content type='html'>Playing games when we were little,&lt;br /&gt;Easter egg hunts in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;Racing us down the block,&lt;br /&gt;At the table playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;Decorating the Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;Laying out on sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with me in the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;They will be missed in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Never could we have known,&lt;br /&gt;How little time was left.&lt;br /&gt;Never got to say good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;Just cherished memories to be kept.&lt;br /&gt;We know you are not suffering,&lt;br /&gt;And are not in any pain.&lt;br /&gt;We will feel your love upon us,&lt;br /&gt;If we ever dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Now you can watch over us,&lt;br /&gt;And keep us safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that we will always love you,&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     In Loving Memory:November 25, 1943-December 7, 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107635266046163273?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635266046163273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107635266046163273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635266046163273' title='A Tribute To My Father:Cherished Memories (I Love You Daddy)'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107605441021801517</id><published>2004-02-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:02:33.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand</title><content type='html'>Holding on too tightly,&lt;br /&gt;To something that's not there.&lt;br /&gt;I search for it night and day,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is I've found it,&lt;br /&gt;All shiny and brand new.&lt;br /&gt;It's been locked away,&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to be used.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;The gun is cocked and loaded,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull the trigger,&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down the barrel,&lt;br /&gt;It's laughing in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I press it to my temple,&lt;br /&gt;No longer a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger slowly pressing,&lt;br /&gt;Sweat getting in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;All those lies you told me,&lt;br /&gt;My anger begins to rise.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;The gun is no longer loaded,&lt;br /&gt;It fell from my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Because I pulled the trigger,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now you'll understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107605441021801517?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605441021801517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605441021801517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605441021801517' title='Understand'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107605382243680775</id><published>2004-02-05T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:37:53.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Mend</title><content type='html'>My mind says run away,&lt;br /&gt;But my body wants to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn apart inside,&lt;br /&gt;The pain is hard to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be close to you,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have the slightest clue.&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;In so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so blind,&lt;br /&gt;A love like mine is hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;You have it right in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;My love is completely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard to make you see.&lt;br /&gt;I've given you my whole heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like you've ripped it apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly gathering the pieces,&lt;br /&gt;As the wanting inside increases.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put it back together again,&lt;br /&gt;But it will never completely mend.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so blind,&lt;br /&gt;A love like mine is hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;You had it right in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;It's too late now...I'm through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107605382243680775?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605382243680775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605382243680775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605382243680775' title='Trying To Mend'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107605340349185611</id><published>2004-02-05T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:45:45.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victim</title><content type='html'>You say you want equality,&lt;br /&gt;But look at the way you've treated me.&lt;br /&gt;Knock me down and kick me in the face,&lt;br /&gt;Your a fucking waste of human space.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Pushed around and pushed away,&lt;br /&gt;This is how you feel today.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be a victim like me,&lt;br /&gt;A victim of this cruel society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's your turn to suffer like me,&lt;br /&gt;You've exposed yourself for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've been so blind,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm leaving the bitch behind.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Pushed around and pushed away,&lt;br /&gt;This is how you feel today.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be victim like me,&lt;br /&gt;A victim of this cruel society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk away with my head held high,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you standing there as you cry.&lt;br /&gt;This is a lesson not taken well,&lt;br /&gt;Just try to escape this unforeseen Hell.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Pushed around and pushed away,&lt;br /&gt;This is how you feel today.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be a victim like me,&lt;br /&gt;The victim of MY cruel society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107605340349185611?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605340349185611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605340349185611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605340349185611' title='Victim'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107605288822855482</id><published>2004-02-05T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:37:10.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling To Pieces</title><content type='html'>I try to keep my hate inside,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard because it's you I despise.&lt;br /&gt;I lay in bed cloaked in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The anger inside I'm trying to harness.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal flashes through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's sanity I'm grasping to find.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces inside my shell,&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to save me from this Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger inside seeps from my pores,&lt;br /&gt;You made me this way, you fucking whore.&lt;br /&gt;My body shudders from limb to limb,&lt;br /&gt;From this constant scream I have within.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal flashes through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's sanity I'm grasping to find.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces inside my shell,&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to save me from this Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me though I know it's lies,&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by the way you hide your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you has slowly died,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the way I'm feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal flashes through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's sanity I'm grasping to find.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces inside my shell,&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save me from this Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107605288822855482?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605288822855482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605288822855482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605288822855482' title='Falling To Pieces'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107605225772943526</id><published>2004-02-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:26:40.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch The Surface</title><content type='html'>Grasping in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;For a soul that can't be seen.&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped in different places,&lt;br /&gt;Or lost somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling harder and faster,&lt;br /&gt;Down into this black hole.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find sanctuary,&lt;br /&gt;Before I lose all control.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Clawing at the surface,&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't seem to scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could find a way out,&lt;br /&gt;But all my hope is fading fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always my strength,&lt;br /&gt;Left without a good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing here weak and alone,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always think of you,&lt;br /&gt;The farther down I fall.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blaming you for everything,&lt;br /&gt;Your the biggest bitch of them all.&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Clawing at the surface,&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't seem to scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could find a way out,&lt;br /&gt;But all my hope is fading fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107605225772943526?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605225772943526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107605225772943526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605225772943526' title='Scratch The Surface'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438518.post-107604504623756011</id><published>2004-02-05T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:26:28.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building the Raven's Nest</title><content type='html'>A safe place for Raven to sing. From her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6438518-107604504623756011?l=ravensdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107604504623756011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6438518/posts/default/107604504623756011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ravensdance.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604504623756011' title='Building the Raven&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>raven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803987459896469705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
