<?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-7875334</id><updated>2011-05-04T02:09:26.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never changing and still learning</title><subtitle type='html'>“Take my hand and lead me to salvation, take my love for love is everlasting. And remember the truth that once was spoken, to love another person is to see the face of God.”

- Fantine, Eponine, Jean Valjean ( Les Miserables)
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14798783410283689188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/83/2183844/732222955388s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875334.post-109289504021222105</id><published>2004-08-18T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:31:48.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For PDV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i had only known how my love for you has grown, I wouldnt have let u go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times have i closed my eyes, dreaming of you and i?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times have i cried, feeling my tears run down my cheeks? When can i finally let my love for you go, this numbness taking me over? Our world was different from what others had...no one understood what we had, only you and i know the beauty of what we had. I was your world, your everything, the words you said to me etched froever in my soul but i lost you. I lost myself, I cannot define the pain, of your loss, the pain knowing you found someone else but i believe in our love, the love i once knew we had and shared. It cannot die, it will not die. In my eyes i see.....only you...our lives will go on and on...only for you and me. On separate ways but there is one truth i see and always know that i need you more than you'll ever need me, when my dreams are shattered and my hope and love gone, i will go to you your love so pure and innocent, i'll always love you. I know now the reason why i met you, why fate brought us together i was not meant to be with you but i was meant to be someone to you....loving and caring silently for you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now i can let go :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875334-109289504021222105?l=stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/109289504021222105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875334&amp;postID=109289504021222105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289504021222105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289504021222105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-i-feel.html' title='What I Feel'/><author><name>Annai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14798783410283689188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/83/2183844/732222955388s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875334.post-109289405743916447</id><published>2004-08-18T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:40:17.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More poems by Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Two of his poems aside from despair when he asked me to get back with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say time will eventually mend a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;However, I am still sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I hope the day will pass with ease only to face endless nights&lt;br /&gt;Each night I hope to dream away without seeing your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out to the sky hoping to break the silence&lt;br /&gt;All I could hear in return is the loud stillness in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the pouring rain with each drop pounding&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how things muddle up in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back when the only thing that mattered was you and i&lt;br /&gt;You were my everything, and you were my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t matter where we were, as long as we were together&lt;br /&gt;I wish you to be small enough to fit my pocket, that way you’d always be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would dream of sleeping beside each other, even if we were cities apart&lt;br /&gt;I would save the right side of the bed for you, miles apart, and hope you would save me the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Loved You for so Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can’t you ever love me&lt;br /&gt;When I’ve loved you for so long?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you could just try to see&lt;br /&gt;That maybe I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might bring smiles to fill your days&lt;br /&gt;And words to fit your songs,&lt;br /&gt;If only you would come and stay,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vainly, you search somewhere else to find&lt;br /&gt;The love you ever seek&lt;br /&gt;Touch and take this love of mine,&lt;br /&gt;A love that’s yours to keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All by: pye de vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875334-109289405743916447?l=stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/109289405743916447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875334&amp;postID=109289405743916447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289405743916447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289405743916447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/2004/08/more-poems-by-him.html' title='More poems by Him'/><author><name>Annai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14798783410283689188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/83/2183844/732222955388s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875334.post-109289388625605420</id><published>2004-08-18T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:41:02.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of Popeye’s Poems to me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When he and I First got together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have long stared at each other,&lt;br /&gt;Yet our eyes and our hearts do not see;&lt;br /&gt;We have long held each other’s hands,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we still lost the other;&lt;br /&gt;Long we have kissed,&lt;br /&gt;Yet we do not feel;&lt;br /&gt;And long have we wished for the freedom of our love&lt;br /&gt;Yet it cannot be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainty has never been so clear to me&lt;br /&gt;As it is with my love for you&lt;br /&gt;And yours for me&lt;br /&gt;Time has taken its course&lt;br /&gt;And yet what feeling felt before&lt;br /&gt;Still linger on and flow deeper and stronger&lt;br /&gt;Questions keep me going&lt;br /&gt;Striving to find the answers&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, your touch, your love&lt;br /&gt;There are no questions that be left unknown&lt;br /&gt;For as long as our love goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to cease breathing,&lt;br /&gt;I’d go in peace&lt;br /&gt;For the beauty of loving&lt;br /&gt;And the joy of being loved&lt;br /&gt;I have had the chance to discover&lt;br /&gt;With you and only you…&lt;br /&gt;Such tranquil and serenity&lt;br /&gt;In your face I always see&lt;br /&gt;Could take me away from all eternity&lt;br /&gt;And if fate were kind&lt;br /&gt;and breathe me back my life&lt;br /&gt;I shall not love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall remain,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By: pye de vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875334-109289388625605420?l=stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/109289388625605420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875334&amp;postID=109289388625605420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289388625605420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289388625605420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/2004/08/some-of-popeyes-poems-to-me.html' title='Some of Popeye’s Poems to me:'/><author><name>Annai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14798783410283689188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/83/2183844/732222955388s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875334.post-109289372014453649</id><published>2004-08-18T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T22:35:20.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pye wrote this to me when he asked me to get back with him...beautifully written :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESPAIR by Pye de vera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love,love so true;&lt;br /&gt;My heart wandering about you,&lt;br /&gt;Whether your heart feels the same way too;&lt;br /&gt;Time will come, time will tell&lt;br /&gt;Anything,everything about us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost, so lost;&lt;br /&gt;No reason to stay, my sun&lt;br /&gt;Shattered in the sky;&lt;br /&gt;My Heart’s desire, it&lt;br /&gt;Does not find,&lt;br /&gt;Only time, time will judge&lt;br /&gt;The feeling in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I let you see?&lt;br /&gt;My love, love given free;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, I feel, I feel…&lt;br /&gt;Despair&lt;br /&gt;Without end, relentless&lt;br /&gt;Despair without compare;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will see, see&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds&lt;br /&gt;For you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rest, my soul is tired,&lt;br /&gt;Without hope there is no life&lt;br /&gt;But tired as I am, still I hope&lt;br /&gt;Hope that love will come to me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875334-109289372014453649?l=stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/109289372014453649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875334&amp;postID=109289372014453649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289372014453649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289372014453649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/2004/08/despair.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>Annai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14798783410283689188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/83/2183844/732222955388s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875334.post-109289181383954749</id><published>2004-08-18T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:59:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanka!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I see him, he smiles&lt;br /&gt;My eyes overwhelmed with sights&lt;br /&gt;Flights of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Then white as mist, I can’t see well&lt;br /&gt;Louder and louder, an unexpected song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water flows from me&lt;br /&gt;In a well, it never dries&lt;br /&gt;Further, deeper and colder&lt;br /&gt;You’ll fall, dark and pitiful&lt;br /&gt;Look at my soul, I can’t let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875334-109289181383954749?l=stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/109289181383954749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875334&amp;postID=109289181383954749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289181383954749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289181383954749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/2004/08/tanka.html' title='Tanka!!'/><author><name>Annai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14798783410283689188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/83/2183844/732222955388s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875334.post-109289172747809290</id><published>2004-08-18T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:00:40.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The sun glares at them&lt;br /&gt;But its spun gold&lt;br /&gt;Swirling around the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton fluff at each tower’s peak&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of wings and color streaks&lt;br /&gt;Cover and fill the view we seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes, each creature knows&lt;br /&gt;Once in sight but after light&lt;br /&gt;Life creeps into its bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875334-109289172747809290?l=stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/109289172747809290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875334&amp;postID=109289172747809290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289172747809290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289172747809290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/2004/08/haiku_18.html' title='Haiku!!'/><author><name>Annai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14798783410283689188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/83/2183844/732222955388s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875334.post-109289159574744631</id><published>2004-08-18T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:59:55.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What she replied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His hands on her face&lt;br /&gt;The face he delicately painted and caressed&lt;br /&gt;Caressed with care and colored with life&lt;br /&gt;Life she wanted and life he gave&lt;br /&gt;He gave her beauty and love&lt;br /&gt;But love she can’t feel; she’s but a doll&lt;br /&gt;A doll made out of porcelain but&lt;br /&gt;A porcelain doll that sheds tears&lt;br /&gt;Tears in her heart for she is not real&lt;br /&gt;Yet real are the feelings she hides inside&lt;br /&gt;Inside where she loves but cannot she cannot move&lt;br /&gt;Move to touch her creator’s hands&lt;br /&gt;The hands that slowly reach out to her&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and take her out of her shelf&lt;br /&gt;A shelf for her, the only place for a doll like her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875334-109289159574744631?l=stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/109289159574744631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875334&amp;postID=109289159574744631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289159574744631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875334/posts/default/109289159574744631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-she-replied.html' title='What she replied'/><author><name>Annai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14798783410283689188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/83/2183844/732222955388s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875334.post-10928915311050578</id><published>2004-08-18T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:58:51.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was alone; lonely and alone&lt;br /&gt;He made a doll; a porcelain doll&lt;br /&gt;A porcelain doll painted delicately&lt;br /&gt;Delicate colors and delicate features&lt;br /&gt;Features of lips and eyes&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that shined like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Diamond eyes and lips&lt;br /&gt;Lips as red as a blooming rose&lt;br /&gt;Rose-red lips that sends quivers to his body&lt;br /&gt;This body he made, he cannot touch&lt;br /&gt;The touch so cold when he reaches out to her&lt;br /&gt;She who he thought would make him alive&lt;br /&gt;Alive yet so foolish to believe in his porcelain doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875334-10928915311050578?l=stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckindamiddle.blogspot.com/feeds/10928915311050578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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