<?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-4139177075465869105</id><updated>2011-10-31T10:30:32.883-07:00</updated><category term='Chasm'/><title type='text'>Rainchild</title><subtitle type='html'>Feet press against wet mud flowing by the sea..as the wind tries to carry me away..but i shant go with it for i know it'l only clip my wings and throw me back down...And i gaze into your depth ..as your waves come closer and whisper..soft dreams into my ears..bring words onto my lips.and there is nothing..nothing that could stop me..when you sing to me..tonight.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-4260640124590724104</id><published>2011-10-31T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:30:32.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive Smoking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There once was a time when I'd be dressed on this day...dancing and running down the stairs when the moon came up. Happy like nothing in the world could ever make me sad. It was because of you. Only for you.&lt;br /&gt;They said what are festivals when you have none to share with..I say what are festivals when you dont feel alive, even if it is the celebration of all&amp;nbsp;things&amp;nbsp;dead?&lt;br /&gt;And you&amp;nbsp;left and I feel like the airs sucked out, of my room, of these four walls that contain me. In all its glamour it wont adorn a life or a mirror upon its wall, for what have I to see?&lt;br /&gt;And the past haunts and its only dust, that infects my lungs and kills me but I dont have the joy of jumping around in the mud and creating it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Of rolling in the sand and into the sea like the world was free to be mine and mine alone cause I was a part of you, or you a&amp;nbsp;part of me and we didnt have to split our property and live in isolation on two desolate continents or what could only be named&amp;nbsp;empty.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here, Id be at the cemetary today, possibly taking names..or dancing and chanting around a fire while i was dressed in garish make up and blood dripping down my lips. I sound possibly insane to any reader, if any reads this..but I know this would make sense to you. &lt;br /&gt;So sad I want to gorge on someone's blood and kill them and I dont have the pleasure of being a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;Only passive smoke my darling. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-4260640124590724104?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4260640124590724104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=4260640124590724104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/4260640124590724104'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;and&amp;nbsp;I try to hold it just a second longer,&lt;br /&gt;just to see you smile then fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trickling down my body like cold water,&lt;br /&gt;not sure I could take it, but too painful to resist,&lt;br /&gt;And i can smell the hope and faith mix in blood and soap,&lt;br /&gt;as you wash it down my drain and cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into that ugly mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I see a reflection of white kissed blue,&lt;br /&gt;and when this ice heart melts in shades of red,&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp; can only search for the fire that is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in some unseen territory,&lt;br /&gt;I imagine the source from where your light shines through,&lt;br /&gt;but as fiction builds inside my lonely head,&lt;br /&gt;wonder if I really know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on granite, chalking dreams,&lt;br /&gt;theres a comfort this cold floor cant deny,&lt;br /&gt;easing into corners, shaken, crawling by the walls,&lt;br /&gt;with etches of my fingers beginning to seep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking past the grill outside my window,&lt;br /&gt;couldnt find myself waiting for this day to begin,&lt;br /&gt;and when Il smile like a child when an airplane&amp;nbsp;goes by&lt;br /&gt;Il still wonder if it were you&lt;br /&gt;Il still want to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I know I'm really all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-8860528425097585716?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8860528425097585716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=8860528425097585716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Underneath her clothes,&lt;br /&gt;There is a heart, barely beating,&lt;br /&gt;slow, like molten gold,&lt;br /&gt;its virtue, rises and falls.&lt;br /&gt;But is it her face that denies it?&lt;br /&gt;Or her ugly shows through the mask?&lt;br /&gt;the mirror cracks in laughter,splitting,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody ever cared to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath her clothes,&lt;br /&gt;there is a woman dying..&lt;br /&gt;But they only see her chest heaving,&lt;br /&gt;not her running out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;And she bends to clutch her knees,&lt;br /&gt;hoping someone would carry her home,&lt;br /&gt;lay her down on a bed to rest,&lt;br /&gt;and for once not hop in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath her clothes,&lt;br /&gt;theres a will that cant keep fighting,&lt;br /&gt;arms open as she feels it drown,&lt;br /&gt;body sinking in this well.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath her clothes,&lt;br /&gt;theres a child who wants protection,&lt;br /&gt;but no-one turned out the red lights, Roxanne.&lt;br /&gt;And you have no price, to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-8918597702449615748?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8918597702449615748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=8918597702449615748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/8918597702449615748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rhythm&lt;br /&gt;then twist brazenly away&lt;br /&gt;so lyrically blessed&lt;br /&gt;pristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the damsel in distress &lt;br /&gt;starts to digress &lt;br /&gt;from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Addled and&lt;br /&gt;trapped in its web&lt;br /&gt;that twists&lt;br /&gt;and forces her to sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging&lt;br /&gt;with the world glued to the tips &lt;br /&gt;of her fingers&lt;br /&gt;glistening,&lt;br /&gt;in the sun&lt;br /&gt;for a second&lt;br /&gt;till she broke&lt;br /&gt;and damned it to shadows&lt;br /&gt;like her being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising and falling&lt;br /&gt;in perfect points and arcs&lt;br /&gt;tired yet continuing&lt;br /&gt;cause this hate drum&lt;br /&gt;never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And slowly as her thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;burn to haze&lt;br /&gt;with the world too heavy to swing&lt;br /&gt;she brushes it off&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;and collapses to the floor&lt;br /&gt;cold granite&lt;br /&gt;smooth and endless&lt;br /&gt;like an ocean of black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what death feels like&lt;br /&gt;with her body arched&lt;br /&gt;and chest raised&lt;br /&gt;as it drew all the hatred from her soul&lt;br /&gt;sucked her in&lt;br /&gt;and spat her out&lt;br /&gt;to fall&amp;nbsp;to the side&lt;br /&gt;eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slain, in the sound of the wind&lt;br /&gt;and all that surrounded&lt;br /&gt;heaving,&lt;br /&gt;gasping,&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;she was free&lt;br /&gt;to suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ust one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&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/4139177075465869105-4718053931859292839?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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tore apart, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i refuse to dance as you please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i gave you my soul, my life, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayed you get my heaven too, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you ripped the feathers off my bony wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you fear i'd fly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i have no where to go to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i skimper, like your dog, when your bell rings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've walked across my soul, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know its every corner, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you no longer see what i hide? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You burned your stamp into my skin, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, took it for an honour, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till you concealed me like a blemish to your pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every treasure that i own, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has only come from you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you see me not as one who would repay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt you hear my glass heart shatter, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you crowned me mistress to your pain, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you spun so meaningless in blinding rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world begins to spin, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haze begins to fade, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i can smell this delirium on my skin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you hold me close &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would let me go my mind cant decide, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep paying playing praying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pay just for your sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you oh so dearly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ive failed you every time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i try leaving, i can only pray, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But If the world starts to crumble, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blind arms would reach for you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight its your safety &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes me walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4139177075465869105-1715310199588293098?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1715310199588293098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=1715310199588293098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/1715310199588293098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/1715310199588293098'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/SldY5F_dhDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9NhNtJz0x2k/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running past cuts and bruises,&lt;br /&gt;she's turning towards home,&lt;br /&gt;broken wood and sealed doors,&lt;br /&gt;love's gone, clothes out thrown.&lt;br /&gt;The halls out hollow, echoes her own,&lt;br /&gt;windows like promises, shattered in tears,&lt;br /&gt;bleeding insanity,pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;and it's her only one, to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-8735552826216005909?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8735552826216005909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-2832789638428330607</id><published>2008-08-17T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:22:52.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Time will break the winds that flow into segments to remember but never a whole..where you feel your whole life was spent with the wind..spent whirling and dancing in them...and it hides you from so much in between those segments..those times of silence when not a word is passed...and none understood...for i lay incapable of predicting your past...though i may be able to understand its aftermath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-2832789638428330607?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-3198927673132904193</id><published>2008-05-28T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:18:52.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel like blabbing today, i know i havnt updated in like ages but wtf, whats the point..id rather post at gothic...place poetry home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow..i slept all of last night..rather dint sleep with this amazingly dreadful feeling which  i dint realy feel as strongly last night as i do now somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its just things are changing and i dont want them to..id tell you what exactly is changing but i dont  know..what hasnt changed however is the fact that i dont have my gray boy ...i feel like putting a sad smiley here but i fear it will make my blog looked very unpolished..or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i miss her you know..i miss him too...so much and i just keep fearing i wont see them again and will have to take that jump off the terrace place after all...the place the only place where i can feel such a strong connection to that that arfgmmg why did they have to leave me..america is totally overhyped really..and sucks pretty bad too..for me atleast..hrmmmm...and you know what sucks more?? do you?? coz i obviously dont..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ive spent almost eveynight on the terrace..sometimes alone sometimes with some boy and blared the music so between that i could talk to you through the stars when i couldnt see the moon in front of me...and i dint mind sitting on that edge and rolling off seven floors while i was talking to you..it would be worth it..more worth it if you were sitting on that ledge with me though..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i keep wondering if im shallow..i really know deep down that i am..but i still try to persuade myself into thinking that i aint...or so..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate me...right now...come back home please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-3198927673132904193?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3198927673132904193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=3198927673132904193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/3198927673132904193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/3198927673132904193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-like-blabbing-today-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-2000174879613568495</id><published>2008-04-01T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:41:24.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Levitate...</title><content type='html'>Break me as I lay amidst the waves,&lt;br /&gt;crashing and sailing,&lt;br /&gt;through the static noises in my head,&lt;br /&gt;torn apart, to a home, so pristine,&lt;br /&gt;a place , a life id never belong to...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! if only my blood were even as pure as your mucky sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunt me till i cannot remember, cannot feel my feet,&lt;br /&gt;as i run past making footprints all over your soul,&lt;br /&gt;only to be washed away from its memory without a trace,&lt;br /&gt;and let me fall and drag me in,&lt;br /&gt;so i wouldnt run and dance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierce me as i stand there numb,&lt;br /&gt;with bruises tingling with your saline touch&lt;br /&gt;yet still not conscious of what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free me, till i see the light,and transform,&lt;br /&gt;from being the mist on your waves,&lt;br /&gt;to nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow me whole, tasteless though i may be,&lt;br /&gt;But as hard as you may try,&lt;br /&gt;I'l still live, I'l still live,&lt;br /&gt;To walk towards the sun,&lt;br /&gt;To feel you sink into me once again..&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i long for you is to take me home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Levitate...'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-1646407042232129310</id><published>2008-04-01T23:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:31:17.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke...</title><content type='html'>Fingers crawl around a lone cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;Still lit still as toxic&lt;br /&gt;As before he spat it out,&lt;br /&gt;And as the smoke engulfs her&lt;br /&gt; She can hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of him rushing out the creaking gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry and afraid,&lt;br /&gt;But she couldn’t care less&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted, as she holds it within her palms,&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a lil torch lit up,&lt;br /&gt;like fire in her palms,&lt;br /&gt;And drawing it closer to her lips, she coughs,&lt;br /&gt;Confused worried about poisoning her body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A body still virgin to the fumes,&lt;br /&gt;Still virgin to the alcohol induced high,&lt;br /&gt;Still virgin to dreams and joy drugged in,&lt;br /&gt;Still virgin to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she wonders if she’d get the same pleasure&lt;br /&gt;From the cigarette as it received from his lips,&lt;br /&gt;Toying, upset, she clutches her fist,&lt;br /&gt;And burns a hole through,&lt;br /&gt;Shrieks, as she throws it to the floor&lt;br /&gt;,And crawls away to the end of the room.,&lt;br /&gt;Far , far away from it,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid, she shivers and cries,&lt;br /&gt;Still a virgin, still a child,&lt;br /&gt;Who isn’t quite yet ready to grow,&lt;br /&gt;foolish and ignorant,&lt;br /&gt;But she knows now,&lt;br /&gt;That, that kiss isn’t worth the pain.&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/4139177075465869105-1646407042232129310?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1646407042232129310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=1646407042232129310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/1646407042232129310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/1646407042232129310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/04/smoke.html' title='Smoke...'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-6883926154124876634</id><published>2008-04-01T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:27:39.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparent...</title><content type='html'>A Life,Like waves of ether, a mirror devoid of tint,&lt;br /&gt;Not the empty glass bottle, but the air contained within.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-6883926154124876634?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-2335756382251297975</id><published>2008-04-01T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:26:43.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week</title><content type='html'>Day 1 : Lust&lt;br /&gt;Besotten by geisha dreams, eyes flitter in the mist,lips cold and bare,so empty,yearn for the vipers kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 : Aria&lt;br /&gt;Feet swing around in circles,longing for the chimes song,tunes floating in blank spaces,the oceans play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Mirror&lt;br /&gt;Untouched a clear reflection,eyes blank with lives to hide,Lips brown and gray with ashes,of unspoken words which died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Lonliness&lt;br /&gt;Bored eyed, they long for company,scan empty halls in vain,fingers crawl searching windows,for a hole to let in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Anger&lt;br /&gt;Screams through angry shivers,pills escape her hold,Crash!breaks an ugly mirror,falls unconcious on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 : Wind&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by a barred doorway,tingles each hair each inch,like a body trying to hold her, she backs away unconvinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Body pale and covered in chalk,sitting crosslegged on the floor,drawing lines and circles excited, unable to escape its lure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that roll like water,&lt;br /&gt;a kite that floats through seas,&lt;br /&gt;her weeks are crawling by,&lt;br /&gt;she waits for sweet release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting stars and grading shine,&lt;br /&gt;so happy it'd be a sin,&lt;br /&gt;to her the worlds just a story,&lt;br /&gt;that hasn't quite sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-2335756382251297975?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2335756382251297975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=2335756382251297975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/2335756382251297975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/2335756382251297975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2008/04/week.html' title='A Week'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-1615316743455372799</id><published>2007-12-31T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:54:08.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles..circles..rain...water..life..happy..</title><content type='html'>Ripples painted across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;stretched like a curtain with dreams to hide,&lt;br /&gt;apathetic,shadows crawl across the land,&lt;br /&gt;eyes shut, to windows open wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I saw a hole in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;gaping yellow,screaming, burning in red,&lt;br /&gt;it called out to me, spinning a web of hope,&lt;br /&gt;promising me of worlds im yet to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curling around my feet, slowly glides away,&lt;br /&gt;drops rolling off finger tips, back to where they belong,&lt;br /&gt;whispering secrets, keeping me safe,&lt;br /&gt;a drifter, aimlessly, drowning me in his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father this world wasnt meant for me,&lt;br /&gt;these marble floor's hurt more than broken pebbles do,&lt;br /&gt;Its thoughts flow against the waves in my head,&lt;br /&gt;these hearts are to cold, and theyr freezing me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their hands just feel water, not the life it contains,&lt;br /&gt;Dont you see how the wind can teach you to fly?&lt;br /&gt;these hands wish to write,and this mind to learn,&lt;br /&gt;fingers wish to crawl around in paint for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can make lives on this sand, give meaning, give hope,&lt;br /&gt;paint faces and words upon rocks that burn,&lt;br /&gt;draw souls out of mud and bodies out of thread,&lt;br /&gt;and they'l still have a heart more willing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i cant breathe as they choke me with their static minds,&lt;br /&gt;tied tightly in silver threads. with cheap mettalic glow,&lt;br /&gt;these spikes are getting closer father, your walls will crush me to death,&lt;br /&gt;I think its time, you let me go.&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/4139177075465869105-1615316743455372799?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1615316743455372799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=1615316743455372799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/1615316743455372799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/1615316743455372799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2007/12/smilescirclesrainwaterlifehappy.html' title='Smiles..circles..rain...water..life..happy..'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-9017860032779069680</id><published>2007-12-23T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:02:45.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirium...</title><content type='html'>Lines, crosses, creeping across the floor,&lt;br /&gt;dodging, misery, tears, my eyes now evade,&lt;br /&gt;Vines curl around bare feet, apathetically shrug,&lt;br /&gt;as words of love etched in fog, now begin to fade&lt;br /&gt;.Watch the world evanesce, doesnt sting my eye,&lt;br /&gt;as long as i have you beautiful, so i can play beast,&lt;br /&gt;but pulled away from my fingers,im unable to sustain,&lt;br /&gt;so just give me novacaine,and sing me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Poisoned, spinning, till lips touch the ground,&lt;br /&gt;watching days break down, like grey winter leaves,&lt;br /&gt;seconds rush by my eyes,insanity wounds and blinds,&lt;br /&gt;but my lips only twist to smiles, and slowly part,&lt;br /&gt;to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-9017860032779069680?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/9017860032779069680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-7834426311461447256</id><published>2007-12-19T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:33:32.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 am...</title><content type='html'>Its maybe two or three in the morning....i wouldnt know...i dont these days...its just hurting me so much...every second that i spend in this shit hole called home..and there is no one..no one left..for me to break out on .. everyones pretty much sick either ways.. you are perhaps all i have but i couldnt ever do that too..couldnt ever try..cause it would hurt you too much..and i wudnt do that now would i? im not capable of it..plus it might just drive you away too..who knows? who knows?..but it hurts..this thing inside me...and its breaking...and everything ive worked with before to relieve me of this madness.. ive given up on..im sick of the blade..and the pills..though i pop them in every hour or so..and its getting tiresome getting high on crocins and other fucking analgesics..sick sick sick..i wanna shoot something....i wanna catch someones neck and strangle them till they cant breathe...or maybe just for someone to sit me down and smack me across my face and push some bloody sense into this head..now a sane logical person would say i should stop crying shut the fuck up and go to sleep....as my eyes scour my room....i dont see a sane man..i dont see a strong shoulder to break down upon...i went searching for that an hour ago...but i cant talk anymore..the way i used to..i just dont feel it in me..neither do i feel the patience or keeness to listen anymore..and my eyes keep spinning..hopingg to perhaps find something anything..maybe just pop out of nothingness...and hold me...or satisfy these voilent thoughts..or something but..all i see..sadly... all i see is this..perfectly normal...perfectly calm expressionless somewhat pretty kohl eyed sitting crosslegged..unflinching as i throw my tumbler and try to break her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-7834426311461447256?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7834426311461447256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=7834426311461447256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/7834426311461447256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/7834426311461447256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-maybe-two-or-three-in-morning.html' title='3 am...'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-4161382741368721297</id><published>2007-12-16T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T09:11:36.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Place to hide...</title><content type='html'>Running across silver roads,&lt;br /&gt;Bedizen, with broken autumn leaves,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes have only feared, the impavid and true.&lt;br /&gt;a mind laced with cowardice, desiring veneration,&lt;br /&gt;O' ugly caitiff stranger,&lt;br /&gt;I'm running home to you&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/4139177075465869105-4161382741368721297?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4161382741368721297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=4161382741368721297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/4161382741368721297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/4161382741368721297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2007/12/running-across-silver-roads-bedizen.html' title='Place to 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noo } not realy..just wondering how...how on earth did she get gavin ..i mean..its gavin gavin for godsake..how could a man so gifted with the perfect..perfect well EVERYTHING be so ermm poor in guessing that he could get more.. aaarrghghg,,,,and yesh i know ..uve guessed im bored by now..and..WTF where is my hug.where are you..where are you dammit...yesterday was so beautiful...and i wish i could dance like a fool on the streets everyday...could you come now..its today already...hold me..and swing by those streets? slowly..as water and pepsi flies ? please? i need you love..i really do...really do/.... im going crazy..hug me..hug me i say...yes i know you are afraid..would be if u were reading..thats why i dont let you in here XD aaawww..why couldnt u live with me everyday..get the whole blaady group dammit.under my bed...i swear il throw some jujubes from time to ti,me.. do any of yall fucking read this?? damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="link" 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swallow me in...i dont want to be there..i dont want to be there...not in that place..where no one would get close..sadly, right now.even i dont wish to get close to myself,..and i cant stand to look at the ugly mirror anymore..it haunts me..really does..even after its smashed and broken under my foot...and...&lt;br /&gt;    I dont know..how much longer il have to say this...but i really need you..to take me and run away from this place..or maybe just be here..or visit..or call..or think of me..or remember me...do you?? do you know who i am? that im writing this for you?? that i long to see your face evey moment every day..that i stand for what seems like ages as i watch u drive away??dont you want to come home, to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and i sit next to the window staring all day...not wishing to listen to the answers, the closed empty gates tell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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morning...'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-8568211516642664228</id><published>2007-12-02T10:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:03:16.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bathed in moonlight, blissful shimmer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;swishing, silently, as gentle as the breeze,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dance sweet love, only for my eyes to see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dance to the tunes of my sweet release.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparks in your smile, secrets in your eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;locked safe within me, protected from harm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your touch sweet purgatory, words pristine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;soul divine, as water,dancing in my palm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'd give up forever to keep you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to watch every smile ,hair flowing onto your face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if all i did get were my eyes to hold you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;id still take it as a joy that none can replace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'd trade every penny to touch you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so my heart was the only thing that felt your skin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the void in my head and the black in my eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would be filled with the fire you burn within.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And id abandon every love, or follower ive had,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to hear your voice echo through this home we've made,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;butterflies twitter fiercely, soul dies of ecstacy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as your songs heal the curses of my silver blade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if all i had was a sword and a match,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd slash every throat,burn the ground on which they grew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd stand alone bruised, trapped eternally in a void,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i could only own, a part of you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and as cliche or superly hallmarkish or whatever it may sound...y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou give reason to my existance..couldnt live a second without you..and i wont..you know i wudnt...our breaths shall stop together..or shall move forever on..but nothing else...nothing else would do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-8568211516642664228?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8568211516642664228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=8568211516642664228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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say..&lt;br /&gt;and even more so with each word you dont..&lt;br /&gt;And tonight i lay here in the emptiness of my mind..hopeless and insecure..&lt;br /&gt;how could i not be?i havent eaten in days..havent slept well either...&lt;br /&gt;i dont breathe anymore like i used to..but im still happy love..still as happy as happy can be..&lt;br /&gt;and why shouldnt I be? why should i be? i dont know the answers to either...and these voices..they dont help me anymore...and these voices..they dont scream..and theze voices havent been guiding in awhile..but it was fine..but now...neither do you..neither do you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ to nothing..nothing at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-3997645620207550873?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-8740040227664496523</id><published>2007-11-29T22:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:57:08.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasm'/><title type='text'>Chasm...</title><content type='html'>Songs floating , through hollow spaces,&lt;br /&gt;echoing mildly,they bring this life back,&lt;br /&gt;lights daze my eyes,warming cold skin,&lt;br /&gt;inside my mind, it only fades to black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripples flow away,like dreams on a kite,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe a second longer,itl all be gone away,&lt;br /&gt;lips part and close,with words that dont escape,&lt;br /&gt;Pursed, confused, wouldnt help either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drops trickle down,nails painted in grey,&lt;br /&gt;another sweet illusion, of pure silver shine.&lt;br /&gt;cursed with a smile, raise my head and breathe,&lt;br /&gt;black eyes enchanted, sparkle, no longer blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traces of your mind,floating through this void,&lt;br /&gt;skin tingles with your breath, useless, unfelt.&lt;br /&gt;Run my hand along waters,running down the roof,&lt;br /&gt;drowing in serenity, begining to melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet mud below my feet,slipping slowly away,&lt;br /&gt;raising higher with the wind and a soul that cannot rest,&lt;br /&gt;lips pressed against sky walls, world untouched by words,&lt;br /&gt;smile as the thoughts turn to vapours of nothingness.&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/4139177075465869105-8740040227664496523?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-4167517790839611900</id><published>2007-11-29T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:31:07.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light..</title><content type='html'>Bring me. bring me into the light...as i lay here...thinking of you today....and ive only wished..only wished..that you'd be mine and mine alone sometimes when i am overcome by the selfish bitch that i sometimes am..ive only wished sometimes you wouldnt be loved..sometimes it made me happy when you said the others despised you..but i swear it was only cause i thought it was my chance to fulfil everything youve lost..to give you everything youve never recieved and more..and in turn perhaps recieve a lil..a lil love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i sit here with my arms wide open down on the broken floor..and watch you walk by me as though you never noticed..kicking past as the wind gets chilly and you dont offer your coat here any more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know..that i may never get you..and never get anyone...and i may never fall in love..never again if i have loved without knowing..cause im too scared...that once i do..youl probably just run over me..and not even pay me the slight nod you do now...i fear that it would probably be the case with everyone and anyone else..but only cause i fear..only cause i fear..and fears do materialise dont they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this nagging question in my head..Do you love me? do you? like you say you do.. i have you with a handful others saying that they do every other day..whenever theyr eyes happen to fall upon my face by mistake.. and now and then there are these happy arguments of who loves who more....and i might be the worlds biggest pessimestic paranoid idiot right now when i say this but..are they just to shut this shit up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant..cant help but feel insecure..i can help feeling the way i do..i cant live for my bloody god darn self or pleasure..no im not saying im a sacrificing saint but i cant live until it makes someone happy..i cant live until it makes someone feel loved..i cant live happy..until i feel it..until i feel that the air i breathe is doing someone else some good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still smiling..im still smiling now..and the laughter in my head is reaching a point where it sounds like i have lost every bit of sense that ever resided in that lonely place..but maybe not..maybe im finally seeing things clear for once jus once in my life..maybe now..i know one thing.I dont know love..i have always been this child...i have always been this fool who smiles at the stupidest things..and who cries for reasons worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time..it isnt stupid..this time it makes sense..i guess..cause i know now....il always have someone to love..il always have someone to pray for..il always have somone to stand behind....and this time on..il try not to wish that you fall...just so thay you see me catch you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-4167517790839611900?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4167517790839611900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=4167517790839611900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/4167517790839611900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/4167517790839611900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/bring-me.html' title='Light..'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-5408433401575095676</id><published>2007-11-25T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:27:39.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like...</title><content type='html'>Like a thorn, uneeded..&lt;br /&gt;Like a raindrop, that rolls off your face..&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind, you fear..&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow, without a trace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a flame, that never warmed you..&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun that never shined...&lt;br /&gt;Like metal that broke ,with the slightest touch..&lt;br /&gt;Like a diamond, turned black with time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the words etched in water..&lt;br /&gt;Like graffiti you could wipe away..&lt;br /&gt;Like tarnished platinum shining bright..&lt;br /&gt;I will soon fade away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this world it may not know me..&lt;br /&gt;It may not even care.&lt;br /&gt;your eyes will never see me..&lt;br /&gt;too ugly for you to dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you may not ever touch me..&lt;br /&gt;feel the heart that beats within..&lt;br /&gt;you may not see the truth behind..&lt;br /&gt;my unforgivable sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon the light will fade away..&lt;br /&gt;and love will die like lust..&lt;br /&gt;but i was only ever meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;the water mixed in dust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water mixed in dust..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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the world my just fall apart with another step you take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything is just so shaky..inside my head..and it feels like im just wandering..and rambling even more as days slip away as im sitting here doing nothing...nothing at all..and i never will do anything substantial now will i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many lives have i saved today? { no im not saying im trying to be wonder woman}&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;how many lives have i affected? how many have i destroyed? how many have i made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it even matter? Does it matter..? Did it ever matter??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only sit screaming into the silence of the night..and as moonlight shines onto my skin..i lay my head on the cold granite wall..and as i watch smoke fade away in the distance like you fading away from my memory..like everyone like everything else in this world that is to turn into nothing but a wisp of smoke..I realise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt..not anymore if it ever did..nothing matters..not how the birds sing or the people cry..or suffer or rejoice..nothing..not even the innocence of a child...&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have to affect anything..in this world...as long as i have...you..i dont have to please another man on the street..as long as i have you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mind i lost in love...my mind is drowning in happiness...for youve ripped off this mask..of unending caring and concern ..and youve put an end to this show..youve put an end...youve put an end...to everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that isnt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-3736935098507094645?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3736935098507094645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=3736935098507094645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/3736935098507094645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/3736935098507094645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-5474769488373719060</id><published>2007-11-25T08:21:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:41:46.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nymph I</title><content type='html'>Run my hand down the cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;Magic,another gift of her lucid hands&lt;br /&gt;Hide unaware,as the blossoms fall&lt;br /&gt;eyes locked,enchanted by her dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hips swaying as she bathes in the stream&lt;br /&gt;caressing,dragging her hands from knees to her lips&lt;br /&gt;runs it through her curly locks that flow&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats,watching in unending bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sits on barren rocks,plays with the water&lt;br /&gt;sing for me dewdrop,lulabies i did never hear&lt;br /&gt;my memories of melodies has slipped&lt;br /&gt;let me hear you sing,let me hold you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up with the twitter of the little black bird&lt;br /&gt;eyes no longer virgin,thevye finally tasted sleep&lt;br /&gt;turn around,she dancing for me again&lt;br /&gt;but today as she moves,i watch her weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way her hands touch her body,i know shes lonely&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she needs another song,another set of feet&lt;br /&gt;i need her,i need her,to taste her,to have her&lt;br /&gt;run out of my hiding,il dance,il make her complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her lusturous lips,as i watch her dissolve&lt;br /&gt;lost,to become one with the rushing stream&lt;br /&gt;fall into the water,let my tears fill you up,&lt;br /&gt;my spirit,my nymph of broken dreams&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/4139177075465869105-5474769488373719060?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5474769488373719060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=5474769488373719060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/5474769488373719060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/5474769488373719060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/nymph-i.html' title='Nymph I'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-3555172365316856443</id><published>2007-11-25T08:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:39:18.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nymph Part II</title><content type='html'>Nymph ~ Part II ~&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her lusturous lips,as i watch her dissolve&lt;br /&gt;lost,to become one with the rushing streamfall&lt;br /&gt; into the water,let my tears fill you up,&lt;br /&gt;my spirit,my nymph of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn and shattered,clutch madly at the water&lt;br /&gt;damn youre liquid skin that slips through my hands&lt;br /&gt;giving up is something that i'm too scared to do&lt;br /&gt;letting go is something il never understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burns within the fire to touch you&lt;br /&gt;shiny purple lips,i am youre slave&lt;br /&gt;rush against the water,its you i seek&lt;br /&gt;finding my way into a dusty cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre voice resounds,the sweetest melody,&lt;br /&gt;this is home,this is heaven,where you reside&lt;br /&gt;as feet splash with joy,as my tune joins you too,&lt;br /&gt;shadows catch my eye,as they descend to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled,why do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do,is fulfil our dream&lt;br /&gt;why do you hide love?why push me away?&lt;br /&gt;when all else you have is this mucky stream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look,my hands cold,just like youres&lt;br /&gt;see beneath my outer skin,its blue too,&lt;br /&gt;see my eyes turn to water,when you run away&lt;br /&gt;with you,direction.....devoid,lost without a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come to me,you can cry on this shoulder&lt;br /&gt;i wont dry them out,tonight let them flow&lt;br /&gt;theres so much more out there,so much more pain&lt;br /&gt;but hold me now and i'l never let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her lips,dont you dissolve again&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes to find her,but theyre too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Clutch my chest,a cry,a smile&lt;br /&gt;my spirit,my nymph,she beats within me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;As tiny drops trickle down my face,&lt;br /&gt;of memories so bitter.... so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to hold you,make you whole,&lt;br /&gt;but you were the one who made me complete&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-3555172365316856443?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-7228737728530775415</id><published>2007-11-25T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:35:25.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the cold light of the morning...</title><content type='html'>Watch the moon rush past my eyes,feel daylight setting in,&lt;br /&gt;lying dead, as the sun struggles,pulling in light past the fog&lt;br /&gt;.Eyes restless, awake, though devoid of morning dew,&lt;br /&gt;shake my head and turn away, they were wet all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold water trickles down, ineffective, I'm, still asleep,&lt;br /&gt;eyes wide open staring, through a void too blank to see.&lt;br /&gt;Crumble, as eyes, kiss reality, too broken to shiver now,&lt;br /&gt;shattered, realize, your lies, did'nt set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue birds, pretty, twitter, right by my window side,&lt;br /&gt;but the magic that they hold,now fails to charm my heart.&lt;br /&gt;A hundred masks lay on the floor,forgotten,which you wear,&lt;br /&gt;true at last,but they dont believe,you are only, who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence in my mind, thoughts burn holes through empty space,&lt;br /&gt;as you float around in this abyss,what are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;voices calling onto you,look back, perhaps they care...&lt;br /&gt;this nightmarish reality you made,wont let you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cold light of the morning, your lies begin to sting,&lt;br /&gt;yet long to lay by your lap, hair loves your gentle stroke.&lt;br /&gt;And i love the way you whisper dreams,it kills they only betray,&lt;br /&gt;but the night still sees me happy,building castles of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like getting up from a pretty dream you never had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-7228737728530775415?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7228737728530775415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=7228737728530775415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/7228737728530775415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139177075465869105/posts/default/7228737728530775415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-cold-light-of-morning.html' title='In the cold light of the morning...'/><author><name>Rainchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00026491725953505337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fy55YCKLKgU/Sy0bThnadJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YqEHft3O10w/S220/Artwork.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139177075465869105.post-1647994409501649920</id><published>2007-11-25T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:27:05.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha.</title><content type='html'>Thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;Running enchanted, beneath a broken sky&lt;br /&gt;wind lifts you higher with each step you take.&lt;br /&gt;Hand in yours, dont you, leave me behind,&lt;br /&gt;my heart only beats with each breath you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice cuts through the fiercest silence,&lt;br /&gt;through nights that send tremors down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;In a world so ugly that it burns my eye,&lt;br /&gt;with your voice love, Im glad, Im beautifully blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greed for your smile,pierces through my heart,&lt;br /&gt;fears turn to vapour,tears turn to dew,&lt;br /&gt;Slow dancing on the kitchen tiles,&lt;br /&gt;there could be nothing more beautiful than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing faces on the window out of fog you made,&lt;br /&gt;silent, tearless, you watch them fade away.&lt;br /&gt;This world you stand against, you only walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you'l turn to catch me following someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the corner, afraid of the night,&lt;br /&gt;but a lonely room isnt as scary,as a lonely heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you catch my hand and trust, il scare away them both,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting gluing up the pieces as you fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in circles, rain strewn across your face,&lt;br /&gt;rage burns as others get to watch a beauty so true&lt;br /&gt;and if i had the an iced heart, Id kill you and myself,&lt;br /&gt;only so that,they couldnt, lay their eyes on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on an open terrace,the air devoid of you,&lt;br /&gt;my mind wraps around your face, world at your feet,&lt;br /&gt;Like a coin cut in half,you are the shinier side,&lt;br /&gt;and tonight as i fade away, i still wont be incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139177075465869105-1647994409501649920?l=rainbutterflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbutterflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1647994409501649920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139177075465869105&amp;postID=1647994409501649920' title='0 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