<?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-8602511865036219402</id><updated>2011-08-02T17:45:23.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This</title><subtitle type='html'>if only i were merely quotation</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-7985392136058886865</id><published>2009-11-08T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:17:13.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>expanding life to</title><content type='html'>tobeginagain.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-7985392136058886865?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7985392136058886865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/expanding-life-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7985392136058886865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7985392136058886865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/expanding-life-to.html' title='expanding life to'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6639169138884078486</id><published>2009-06-27T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:21:14.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://seizeit.tumblr.com/  its better, go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-6639169138884078486?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6639169138884078486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpseizeit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6639169138884078486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6639169138884078486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpseizeit.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2226150758905230490</id><published>2009-06-03T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:49:45.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uviKisRpeU8/SiZ_czhyKrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AECodo1kf6U/s1600-h/casiotone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uviKisRpeU8/SiZ_czhyKrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AECodo1kf6U/s400/casiotone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343098140766644914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2226150758905230490?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2226150758905230490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2226150758905230490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2226150758905230490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uviKisRpeU8/SiZ_czhyKrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AECodo1kf6U/s72-c/casiotone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2441687602744018435</id><published>2009-06-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:58:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object</title><content type='html'>the relationship between love and sex.&lt;br /&gt;the relationship between beauty and weakness.&lt;br /&gt;the relationship between infidelity and love.&lt;br /&gt;The difference between reality and this,&lt;br /&gt;borderline simple, a need for answers.&lt;br /&gt;To trust myself and trust in faith is not the easiest&lt;br /&gt;when the high Archy gives you the answers after all has past.&lt;br /&gt;I fear one day, I will go mental, assuming that I am not already.&lt;br /&gt;The difference between mental and normal,&lt;br /&gt;borderline simple, perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I must read you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2441687602744018435?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2441687602744018435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-heart-speaks-mind-finds-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2441687602744018435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2441687602744018435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-heart-speaks-mind-finds-it.html' title='When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4299690707765508947</id><published>2009-06-02T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:37:15.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This infamous tragedy of a broken hearted man&lt;br /&gt;Has left its stain on the generations&lt;br /&gt;Asking us severely just where we stand&lt;br /&gt;And which world do we live for.&lt;br /&gt;Either way we break, but it's a matter of which way&lt;br /&gt;Do we rise or fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which way to run, does my heart deceive me? Tell me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who is this man&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried so hard to reach it that night,&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands, we were searching for the light&lt;br /&gt;Although we looked together desperate for a home,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared  I found it alone.&lt;br /&gt;Darling please just wait, It's going to be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Just open your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4299690707765508947?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4299690707765508947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-infamous-tragedy-of-broken-hearted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4299690707765508947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4299690707765508947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-infamous-tragedy-of-broken-hearted.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3986275772732201512</id><published>2009-06-02T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:37:56.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you. Now, shut up, and just except it. Yes I may be some foolish girl, but I don't care. For now, I am stuck on you. Now, stop pestering me. It does not matter whichever words you choose, I am still going to be mood-swinging, unending loyalty, me. Despite your words, your change and your stupid comments, I love you. And I don't care what you say. Unofrtunately I don't know what I am going to do with you, your like this stray dog that never learns the meaning of 'be gone' and so I take you in, and I enjoy it, knowing secretly, no matter how many times I yell at you, I hoped you'd come back. So I give in, because fighting something with an uncertain ending seems pointless. Now you can be my friend, or be a jerk, either way, things will pan out. I'll be gone in a few months and who knows, I could become very distracted, and honestly I hope I do. But right now, and every morning, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3986275772732201512?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3986275772732201512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3986275772732201512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3986275772732201512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3603009667177020612</id><published>2009-05-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:49:08.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angel wings spread over water worn wishes&lt;br /&gt;Guarding the dreams and the things left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Here we are wandering, aimlessly roaming&lt;br /&gt;Lovers who linger and never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when it's done we will walk where the road meets the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you by the Santa Maria&lt;br /&gt;How long does thou stay with these letters from you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether we'll end up together&lt;br /&gt;But I always know that our love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when it's done we will walk where the road meets the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't disappear&lt;br /&gt;  Darlin', I want you&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here&lt;br /&gt;And when the day comes&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you here&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;Finding my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels wings spread over water worn wishes&lt;br /&gt;Guarding the dreams and the things left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when it's done we will walk where the road meets the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3603009667177020612?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3603009667177020612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3603009667177020612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3603009667177020612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/you.html' title='&amp;hearts; you.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6803577128273434734</id><published>2009-05-25T19:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:34:48.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, your not out of my life. You. I long to say I love you, in a weird matter of sorts, not in the overused sense, but I think you know this already. Soul mates. A word you brought up. Perhaps, I could see that but in which way, I'm still unsure. So hey. Don't run away yet, I'm not finished with you, things have just changed into a new life and a new time, with you still as an anchor. Reciprocate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For you, a thousand times over'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-6803577128273434734?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6803577128273434734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-way-your-not-out-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6803577128273434734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6803577128273434734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-way-your-not-out-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-7354639764214723713</id><published>2009-05-25T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:29:28.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;I love the dark hours of my  being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;My mind deepens into  them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;There I can find, as in old  letters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;the days of my life, already  lived,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;and held like a legend, and  understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Then the knowing comes: I can  open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;to another life that's wide and  timeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;So I am sometimes like a  tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;rustling over a  gravesite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;and making real the  dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;of the one its living  roots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;embrace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;a dream once lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;among sorrows and  songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;~ Ranier Maria Rilke ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-7354639764214723713?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7354639764214723713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-dark-hours-of-my-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7354639764214723713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7354639764214723713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-dark-hours-of-my-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-1889159036830980673</id><published>2009-05-20T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:42:31.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and the desolate sounds are being filled by a haunting notion. Please go away. What am I lacking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-1889159036830980673?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1889159036830980673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-desolate-sounds-are-being-filled-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/1889159036830980673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/1889159036830980673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-desolate-sounds-are-being-filled-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2730029205078193891</id><published>2009-05-15T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:51:53.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am pretty much ready to say yes, to jump in your arms and work on this until my fingers bleed. I'm sick of being cautious, really who am I being cautious for anyways? Myself? probable. The rest of the world? Most likely. So I'm taking this, I want to so badly. Perhaps I'm not strong enough. Perhaps you will always be mine. Either way. Just ask me, that's all, I'm ready, let's go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2730029205078193891?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2730029205078193891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-pretty-much-ready-to-say-yes-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2730029205078193891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2730029205078193891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-pretty-much-ready-to-say-yes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4331358566073635508</id><published>2009-05-09T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:15:16.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear edith.</title><content type='html'>So. hey you. I really miss hanging out with you, and yes, I do very much know we say this all the time, but I feel like I fail to get the point across. I'm glad we're friends and when I say glad, I am saying the sun is shining so brightly that you cannot see anything but it doesn't matter because the sun alone is your friend in those moments. So yes, I am glad we're friends, and i hope my lack of memory or persistencey does not tamper that, I am sry, and I'll probably end up apologizing all the time for my delay in a needed overlooked phone call. But hey i miss you, and I hope you are well, and hey we have music together, because we make music together and hey i love this friendship! and your blogs, wow lol, really wow. thanks, they always make me smile, and actually that was sort of the main inspiration for this, i forget how awesome times can be when we get together, and then i read you blog, pathetic on my part, but amazing non the less. so ya. i feel a little too sentimental here, which is frightening to type out and declare my deed of friendship but tis a new risk...ya explanation on my blog hah. so i guess im at a conclusion, because well, its late and its mothers day by now and i need sleep darn it! but hey you, hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4331358566073635508?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4331358566073635508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-edith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4331358566073635508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4331358566073635508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-edith.html' title='dear edith.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3145689150180734132</id><published>2009-05-09T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:01:41.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I've missed you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3145689150180734132?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3145689150180734132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3145689150180734132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3145689150180734132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4702085651343089764</id><published>2009-05-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:58:11.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend told me that I hold things back, and that I need to say what it is I long to verbalize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The question rises: If I take hold of the moment at hand and speak the words that are struggling out, will I still be me or will my words betray all I've worked to become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend would you take back your advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4702085651343089764?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4702085651343089764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/friend-told-me-that-i-hold-things-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4702085651343089764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4702085651343089764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/friend-told-me-that-i-hold-things-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-311967505980230685</id><published>2009-04-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:15:22.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On and Off, I return.</title><content type='html'>I think forever I'll be waiting for the call back in your arms. No matter how many transfusions I undergo, you will plague me, running through my veins until I can break out or break up. You are my poison, despite the years that have remedied the distance between us, how many other hearts I linger to, I can hear yours loud and clear, truly, I'm addicted, I will never be healthy again. And although this would seem to scare me, it brings a smile to my face, to know that I can love without being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you know me, while I'll spend my life wondering who you could possibly be, for I have only seen a glimpse of the perfection, but I am satisfied with that. Blind me to the flaws and mistaken lifestyles, I've decided ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-311967505980230685?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/311967505980230685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-and-off-i-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/311967505980230685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/311967505980230685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-and-off-i-return.html' title='On and Off, I return.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2959807244950267806</id><published>2009-04-13T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:00:19.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his imagination</title><content type='html'>There comes the time&lt;br /&gt;when 'i love you' will&lt;br /&gt;seem so insignificant&lt;br /&gt;that my silence will&lt;br /&gt;blow you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of &amp;amp; 'she absolutely defied his imagination'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2959807244950267806?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2959807244950267806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2959807244950267806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2959807244950267806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-imagination.html' title='his imagination'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-5776116474091735081</id><published>2009-04-06T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:54:51.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you lying next to me.</title><content type='html'>What if I go back to everything I have ever written, all inspired by some sense of love, and forget the original influence of the flesh and replace it with something more pure. What if I make all of it a devotional of a sort, calling out my love to You, the almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-5776116474091735081?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5776116474091735081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-see-you-lying-next-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5776116474091735081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5776116474091735081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-see-you-lying-next-to-me.html' title='I see you lying next to me.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2708056983426296350</id><published>2009-04-02T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:17:16.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in moderation.</title><content type='html'>"I know is been years...but do you think of me at all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     "No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    (constantly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Keep your eyes open to hold back the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times as I am drifting to sleep with an ever straining effort, my thoughts wonder to you. I tell them "stop it, go away, and sleep" but they disobey. This causes me to wonder why they are so persistent, and I've reached a conclusion: You are thinking of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2708056983426296350?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2708056983426296350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-is-been-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2708056983426296350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2708056983426296350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-is-been-years.html' title='in moderation.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8206947141688909320</id><published>2009-04-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:56:52.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! Google search can find you the scripture on the tip of your tongue. ei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So confess your sins to one another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and pray for one another so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you may be healed. The prayer of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a righteous person has great effectiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(James 5:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8602511865036219402-8206947141688909320?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8206947141688909320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-google-search-can-find-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8206947141688909320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8206947141688909320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-google-search-can-find-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-517932352792655657</id><published>2009-04-01T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:46:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now go and be fishers of men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;For as the body is one and has many members, but all&lt;br /&gt;the members of that one body being many are one body.&lt;br /&gt;For in fact the body is not one member but many.&lt;br /&gt;If a member suffers all members suffer with it&lt;br /&gt;Now you are the body of Christ and members individually.&lt;br /&gt;(Corinthians 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not, we are in this together. Whether you accept it or not, we are one. We are connected by the unfailing love of Christ, and not even a lifetime of denial will change the truth of that. We are the body of Christ, and we need each other. Take it or leave it, this is our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-517932352792655657?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/517932352792655657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-go-and-be-fishers-of-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/517932352792655657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/517932352792655657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-go-and-be-fishers-of-men.html' title='Now go and be fishers of men.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-5083467293209670711</id><published>2009-03-24T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:36:03.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You got what you came for now leave.</title><content type='html'>So even if things don't work out, it's okay. It showed me that there is hope in the future, that I am not too crazy for someone to want me. So it's okay. And the thing is, it has to be because last night I felt that loneliness again, the one I vowed I'd never go back to. So I'm not. I'm staying right here, and working past it all because I have to and I know there will be a better light soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all to do is rejoice in the things I have, how I just forget. And for starters I need to talk with my lovely's again. I will not fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;But I trust in your unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice because you have rescued me.&lt;br /&gt;I will sing to the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;For He has been good to me.&lt;br /&gt;-psalm 13:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-5083467293209670711?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5083467293209670711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-got-what-you-came-for-now-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5083467293209670711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5083467293209670711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-got-what-you-came-for-now-leave.html' title='You got what you came for now leave.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6036504504529043171</id><published>2009-03-23T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:46:25.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want me, Satisfy me.</title><content type='html'>I've come back from Massachusetts with a new hope.&lt;br /&gt;Rediscovered the wind and the ways that the silence awakens.&lt;br /&gt;Dare say I am excited, yet scared I may be losing what I have been striving for lately.&lt;br /&gt;And the way she sang was so powerful, I am so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that I play guitar better when I'm not scrapping for words. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;She showed me this song.&lt;br /&gt;'You've become my world, and I'll spend my life exploring'&lt;br /&gt;I showed him my music. I spent hours with him.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me nervous. No one does that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll ask him to prom.&lt;br /&gt;So we sang in the grass, under the rays that continue to live.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be defeated again, because I'm worth it.&lt;br /&gt;We both agree, God will find a way. I'm so happy for that. Smile Chica.&lt;br /&gt;I think he understands the beauty in all of it.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that my virtues don't bother him.&lt;br /&gt;And so I pray he will understand, and come to me.&lt;br /&gt;Family is amazing. Finding friends in a family, is doubly so.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sing with all of them. Then the world will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to doing this again soon.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to talking again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you really here or am I dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell dreams from truth&lt;br /&gt;For its been so long since I have seen your face.&lt;br /&gt;if you want me, satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;if you want me, satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she likes Frou Frou. How wonderful! I love her.&lt;br /&gt;I think I could hug him now, I just wish he would call.&lt;br /&gt;All in good time my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-6036504504529043171?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6036504504529043171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-want-me-satisfy-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6036504504529043171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6036504504529043171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-want-me-satisfy-me.html' title='If you want me, Satisfy me.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8348062335067980594</id><published>2009-03-17T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:09:26.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awe.</title><content type='html'>My mother called me yesterday. She told me not be so hard on myself. I didn't think she was listening when I was trying to hold back the tears the other night, trying in the most modest ways to confess my sins, but she did. She heard me. She told me it was okay. Things are okay now. Thank You. Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mothers are the inspiration we forget to give credit to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-8348062335067980594?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8348062335067980594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/awe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8348062335067980594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8348062335067980594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/awe.html' title='awe.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4010068734939297168</id><published>2009-03-14T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:19:09.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves an excuse to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do, I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;Then hurt me....&lt;br /&gt;[bright eyes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should really try to remember Regina in these painful in between hours.&lt;br /&gt;          ...and so she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4010068734939297168?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4010068734939297168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/familiarity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4010068734939297168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4010068734939297168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/familiarity.html' title='Familiarity'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4929652076511657005</id><published>2009-03-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:06:02.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the pain linger</title><content type='html'>Advice. I need the inner most calling, to listen to understand what I've been doing so wrong and learn how to fix it. I cannot go back to what I have done, I cannot return to the spectrum, to that show, and it's not who I want to be anymore. I want to treasure this, without regret. Just let it all go. All of it. Down to the last drop, sinking deeper and deeper until it has become consumed by the righteous holdings of the night. Please just take it upon yourself to destroy this mess and make me clean. For I am the utmost tainted, so wrong and alive in the broken actions I have committed. I'm sorry. Can you hear me? Do you get this? I'm sorry. I no longer want to do the bidding,s of the sad a seductress. I just want to let it go, leave it behind me and start anew. I want to know there is something better out there, someone who won't destroy me. How can something so good go so wrong, so quickly without the hint of reason as to why? Tell me! I don't think I'll ever understand, and it hurts me. Time and time again I want to revert back to what he said, to the promise to the open-hearted weekends and days filled in nostalgia. But I so badly want to move on. Perhaps I feel safer waiting in the dusk of my past, for the great fear that my future will not be any more promising. Please tell me, there is someone there. Every inch of being cries out "Help" and yet it is not answered. I've been looking in all the wrong places, so close to being right on the path, but managing to fall ever so slightly short. I don't want to fall, I wish to be strong again, I wish to understand again or if that is too much to ask for, I wish for peace and resistance against things I cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want relief, and a story that I can comprehend, absorbing every word whole-heartedly. A Knight is out there hidden in fate, to be reveiled in due time. May God grant me stillness and silence until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4929652076511657005?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4929652076511657005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-pain-linger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4929652076511657005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4929652076511657005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-pain-linger.html' title='Let the pain linger'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3495603088580853326</id><published>2009-03-12T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:57:50.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selah.</title><content type='html'>"Do not be anxious about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;, but in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything, by prayer&lt;/span&gt;, and petition, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;, present your request to God. And the peace of God,which transcends all understanding, will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guard your hearts&lt;/span&gt; and your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minds&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;, whatever is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noble&lt;/span&gt;, whatever is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;, whatever is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;admirable&lt;/span&gt;-if anything is excellent and praise worthy-think about such things" (Philippians 4:6-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~there is no significance in worrying over anything, because God always has your back. It's a comforting thought that at any stage we are in, we have Him to go to, and we are able to find peace in the knowledge that as long as we give Him our all He will reciprocate. We relieve ourselves of the worries and anxieties, that-if focused on too much-will lead us to destruction. When we focus on Him and things of Him(true, noble, right, admirable) then, He is our shield and our guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble' (psalm 46:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In you oh Lord, i have taken refuge, let me never be put to shame; deliver me in your righteousness. Turn your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue, be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me' (psalm 31:1-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may recieve mercy find grace to help us in our time of need' (ephesians 2:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see' (hebrews 11:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3495603088580853326?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3495603088580853326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/selah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3495603088580853326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3495603088580853326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/selah.html' title='selah.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-9128280234097273577</id><published>2009-03-12T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:31:37.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perchance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:IrisUPC;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To my lovely muse (hope your checking this),&lt;br /&gt;...I really can't wait to talk with you, I keep forgetting how much I need you in my life, I've missed your company, and our AP. Right now, I'm sure you are sleeping and dreaming of insane sun rises,  So here is my attempt at reaching out to you until we can get in contact, because I feel it's important to help you in some way. Although I'm sad to say I still do not completely sure of your situation or struggles right now, I found some articles that may help, like sermons. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hutchcraft.com/life-issues/emptiness/the-deepest-cry-of-the-human-heart"&gt;The Deepest Cry of the Human Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hutchcraft.com/life-issues/weariness/feel-down-at-the-top"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Feeling down at the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hutchcraft.com/motivational-articles/the-tripper-uppers-that-hinder-you/the-qi-can-handle-itq-trap"&gt;The 'I Can Handle It' Trap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“If you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hutchcraft.com/life-issues/broken-hearted/hurting-and-passed-by"&gt;Hurting and Passed By&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hutchcraft.com/life-issues/depression/an-extravagant-gift"&gt;And a nice reminder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:IrisUPC;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.hutchcraft.com/life-issues/weariness/feel-down-at-the-top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i love you chica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-9128280234097273577?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9128280234097273577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/perchance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/9128280234097273577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/9128280234097273577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/perchance.html' title='Perchance...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2176824126200913768</id><published>2009-03-12T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:17:51.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation.</title><content type='html'>Right, so staying up late might not be the best idea. My emotions peek and my fingers become all to willing to type. Not the greatest combination. So thought; either I'm exaggerating with the inspiration of the most obsolete imagination, or I could be self cleansing in a sense, writing all I feel truly without questioning its logic. Either way, I think for now I am content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instant message is a pain, i feel like i could rant for hours, current notice of the night is that the main downfall of instant message and the underlying reason i cannot bear to have a real conversation; there is an undeniably large amount of emotion and reaction lost in translation. The least to say; Phail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel so right, and so clear that I just want to shout to the world 'You are unbelievably loved by the best person that could ever happen to you, who will without a doubt be there always, and give you all you need and then some' And its so easy and makes so much sense, that I wonder how people don't jump to the opportunity right there and then. And again, I wonder how I can keep forgetting this, all too well, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last. I am very very cold, not that's really new =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l.o.v.e. and peace-truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2176824126200913768?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2176824126200913768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/observation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2176824126200913768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2176824126200913768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/observation.html' title='Observation.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6563422237304111178</id><published>2009-03-12T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:26:29.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you listening?</title><content type='html'>Making contact&lt;br /&gt;Through indirect definition&lt;br /&gt;Making yourself known aloud&lt;br /&gt;Through secret and  silent words&lt;br /&gt;Making me wonder what your referencing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and type endlessly, curious if my words are silent and curious of what I should say, as I feel multiple emotions, clicking inside, so strong and so strange, makes me excited yet scared. Should I stray from endlessly typing whatever comes to heart? Or stop, and think, before I let possible words get me into trouble that I am not yet to bear? And from that I have come to this conclusion; I'm looking to a higher power, I will not fear what comes next, I will pray. Endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your heavenly Father knows that you need them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-23316" class="versenum" value="33"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-23317" class="versenum" value="34"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (matthew 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-6563422237304111178?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6563422237304111178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6563422237304111178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6563422237304111178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-listening.html' title='Are you listening?'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-9212255139703614601</id><published>2009-03-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:23:30.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the sun is overrated.</title><content type='html'>A sudden turn of my head&lt;br /&gt;Slipping in and out of memories&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the photographs&lt;br /&gt;That seem to remind my skin&lt;br /&gt;How to feel. And I listen to&lt;br /&gt;The rain, cutting through my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Waking inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Something I've long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;And the tapping, how the sound persist&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a metronome to my fluttering heart&lt;br /&gt;It stirs something beautiful inside of me&lt;br /&gt;A love song without a heart-breaking resolution;&lt;br /&gt;An eternity of smiles, never to be tainted with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with that I sway&lt;br /&gt;Slipping in and out of memories&lt;br /&gt;Hold up my hands&lt;br /&gt;And let go.&lt;br /&gt;Of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To release the final tears&lt;br /&gt;Joining in a dance alongside the rain&lt;br /&gt;Hearing our song abundantly and loudly&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that nothing else ever mattered.&lt;br /&gt;Open my heart, with out an ounce of blame&lt;br /&gt;Glad, that I have forgotten how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I will hold out my right hand&lt;br /&gt;Slipping in and out of memories&lt;br /&gt;While I wait&lt;br /&gt;For a partner&lt;br /&gt;To lead me in a dance of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Alongside the rain&lt;br /&gt;I will wait, as long as fate persist&lt;br /&gt;I will wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-9212255139703614601?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9212255139703614601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-sun-is-overrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/9212255139703614601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/9212255139703614601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-sun-is-overrated.html' title='Because the sun is overrated.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-9156882244405109726</id><published>2009-03-11T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:55:09.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden slip from where we used to be a year ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A heartbeat skip, relationship&lt;br /&gt;Inside a bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;An icing drip below your lip&lt;br /&gt;So we undo the math&lt;br /&gt;A sudden slip between&lt;br /&gt;My pathetic sedatives&lt;br /&gt;A real-life script of how&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes became our medicine, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delay the hurtful words&lt;br /&gt;Of complicated overcast&lt;br /&gt;Please take the message that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Picking up my chin at last&lt;br /&gt;I said my confidence&lt;br /&gt;It gets stronger when you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;But we pray from miles away&lt;br /&gt;In quest for what we long to be&lt;br /&gt;A heartbeat skip, relationship&lt;br /&gt;So we would stay up late&lt;br /&gt;A teardrop drip below your lip&lt;br /&gt;Beside the airport gate&lt;br /&gt;A sudden slip from where&lt;br /&gt;We used to be a year ago&lt;br /&gt;A real-life script of how&lt;br /&gt;Our hands would hold and not let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But delay the mournful words&lt;br /&gt;Of complicated overcast&lt;br /&gt;Please take the message&lt;br /&gt;That you taught me how to live at last&lt;br /&gt;But I said my confidence&lt;br /&gt;It gets stronger when you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;But we wave respect goodbye&lt;br /&gt;In quest for what we long to be, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everlasting friend-blue october&lt;/span&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/8602511865036219402-9156882244405109726?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9156882244405109726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sudden-slip-from-where-we-used-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/9156882244405109726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/9156882244405109726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sudden-slip-from-where-we-used-to-be.html' title='A sudden slip from where we used to be a year ago.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8854326291790258307</id><published>2009-03-09T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:10:23.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your, everlasting friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so. I'm so obsessed with making things better, that to me the notion of letting time heal or change people while I sit back and hope for the best, is just completely outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that is what I must do. Despite my desperate longing to fix what I falsely believe I have broken, my time has past. I wish so much that you would get better, that you would see and be all that you have been made for. I pray constantly that you would come to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; in your own time, on your own path. It's a self learning through a self breaking thing, and I hope that one day you will be able to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you still, but not in the way I did. You will always have the compassion of my heart, but not my heart in itself. Thank you for the good I saw. I can only hope that I've shown you an inkling of good in return.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And who knows. Maybe one day you will talk to me again, come to me again as a needed ear or as a friend. And a part of me hopes that that day will come, and that I will be strong enough to take a new title, lesser but perhaps more important than my last.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace be with you, my ever adoring friend. Peace be with you, and so may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-8854326291790258307?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8854326291790258307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-everlasting-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8854326291790258307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8854326291790258307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-everlasting-friend.html' title='Your, everlasting friend.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-719998931803070571</id><published>2009-03-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:46:17.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>name unknown</title><content type='html'>Perhaps we think of God in the way they we feel the least fulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-719998931803070571?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/719998931803070571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/name-unknown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/719998931803070571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/719998931803070571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/name-unknown.html' title='name unknown'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8261706803427066846</id><published>2009-03-07T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:49:37.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of something good.</title><content type='html'>So my faith breaks because the one I so valued was defeated in his faith&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fair to say that God has shown me his hope to mend my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did the impossible, gave me a sign, gave me peace&lt;br /&gt;Which I have so longed for but never thought plausible.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, My love and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally see your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-8261706803427066846?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6274689756637820828</id><published>2009-03-07T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:30:03.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the start of something new.</title><content type='html'>Although remainders of anger are still floating astray, I honestly wish you the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sympathizes with you, at its own grave risk, hoping that perhaps one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be okay. You will be with Him. You will love and be loved for all you were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hate me, for I am not at that hollow word myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask of you to be at ease, as I have grown to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked well. We loved. We tore each other apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now there is life to be done. To each our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I offer a truce; God Bless You and all you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-6274689756637820828?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6274689756637820828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-start-of-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6274689756637820828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6274689756637820828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-start-of-something-new.html' title='This is the start of something new.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3273118742774117267</id><published>2009-02-09T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:04:58.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becasue this isn't mine anymore.</title><content type='html'>and for the first time, wanting this friendship means more to me than the idea of flirtation. My head and my heart concur, the most rare of all things, that to understand him is better than to know him. Jeopardizing this could be more costly than a regret and a bruised heart. I don't want anything more from you than your friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do Aphrodite's bidding's anymore, I'm waiting for fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand this everlasting trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3273118742774117267?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3273118742774117267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/becasue-this-isnt-mine-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3273118742774117267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3273118742774117267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/becasue-this-isnt-mine-anymore.html' title='Becasue this isn&apos;t mine anymore.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3952715807010919762</id><published>2009-02-08T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:46:46.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of a headache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you please just sing to me,&lt;br /&gt;It's all I'll ever need.&lt;br /&gt;I think it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;br /&gt;me.Can't&lt;br /&gt;You fix me?&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your&lt;br /&gt;embrace, calming,&lt;br /&gt;I collect myself, just&lt;br /&gt;In time. I will manage&lt;br /&gt;In time, I'll become my&lt;br /&gt;Creators misfortunet deed&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/8602511865036219402-3952715807010919762?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3952715807010919762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-midst-of-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3952715807010919762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3952715807010919762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-midst-of-headache.html' title='In the midst of a headache.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-140210473641004539</id><published>2009-02-06T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:15:45.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilith I believe you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; evening on the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and there is no one else around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; so you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; blame me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame me for the rocks and baby bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and broken lock on our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;garen wall of eden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; full of spiderbites and all your lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we were born to fuck each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; one way or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i'll only lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; down by the waterside at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; tiny baby tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i will collect a million years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; blame me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;blame me, i will wear it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in the empty hollow part of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;garden wall of eden in the clamour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; as they raise the curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you will never make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; learn to lay beneath the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'cause i'll only lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; down by the waterside at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;[iron and wine]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-140210473641004539?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/140210473641004539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/lilith-i-believe-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/140210473641004539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/140210473641004539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/lilith-i-believe-you.html' title='Lilith I believe you...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-5203179102678837508</id><published>2009-02-05T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:23:25.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Versus</title><content type='html'>Proverb 4:23&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Above all else: Guard your heart&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 46:5&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;God is in the midst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; of her, she shall not be moved, God shall help her, jsut at the break of day&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25:35&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosea 2:19&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I will accept you as my wife forever, and instead of a bride price I will give you justice, fairness, love, kindness, &lt;span id="en-CEV-18812" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and faithfulness. Then you will truly know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-5203179102678837508?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5203179102678837508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/favourite-versus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5203179102678837508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5203179102678837508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/favourite-versus.html' title='Favourite Versus'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-690613923485309549</id><published>2009-02-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:59:01.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't it, no it's them.</title><content type='html'>God. Is. Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found my other soul mate*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy with all of this mental emotion, but it feels so good, So amazing, like falling in love without the scare of the ground. I'm nearly bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i falling for this guy, or am I right, he is my soul mate, yet again,&lt;br /&gt;Am i falling for this guy? No matter the answer, he is meant to be here at this moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure why, but I'm beginning to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a curious thought, Maybe it's not my life he's in, just someone I'm close to.&lt;br /&gt;I hope for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have someones energy, but i think i gave them mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is here, in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soul-mate; in ones life there is a collection of these. They consist of variety, yet the connection and power that are involved, is the same. There is the cliche use of the word, meaning "the love of ones life", but there is so much more to it. Yes there is that cliche soul-mate, but there are other categories, like sister, father, friend, religion. All in all a soul-mate is someone that is without a doubt meant to be in your life, someone who gets you, and will truly listen and observe without judgment. It is not enough to say that these people can be considered friends, because it is so much more. It's someone you know it will be okay when you tell them anything; someone who listens, and listens well with not only ears and heart but every part of their being, and in return can calm you with the most beautiful advise; someone who knows when to give you that compliment, and knows how to connect with you on a certain level. A Soul-mate is the key that unlocks specific areas of your life, allowing you to be free in it, and connect the way we were made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-690613923485309549?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/690613923485309549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-isnt-it-no-its-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/690613923485309549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/690613923485309549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-isnt-it-no-its-them.html' title='This isn&apos;t it, no it&apos;s them.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2385950775106186012</id><published>2009-02-04T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:30:01.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;@@@@@@@@&lt;br /&gt;(n*n*n*n*)&lt;br /&gt;(n*n*n*n*n)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;        )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;) Lillian  ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;)Edith( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;/4-ever\&lt;br /&gt;/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;        \&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2385950775106186012?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2385950775106186012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2385950775106186012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2385950775106186012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-7928970626591244963</id><published>2009-02-04T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:14:21.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To fold over. A happy ending.</title><content type='html'>Today, was just amazing. It's as simple as that.  I felt the presence, the connection. I'm so in love with my friends, sometimes they can surprise you, Pop up with this compassion that's often hidden through surface conversation. This rarity blew me away. And whoever I have to thank, weather it be the universe or most probable; God, I thank you. I owe you my gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my day complete, I suppose I underestimated our friendship, and I apologize, because tonight, you capped it off. I felt God through you, surprising and ironic I know. But never the less, thank you. All My Love and Eternal Compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a resurrected friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-7928970626591244963?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7928970626591244963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-fold-over-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7928970626591244963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7928970626591244963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-fold-over-happy-ending.html' title='To fold over. A happy ending.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-5930144762158637126</id><published>2009-01-31T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:40:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So let me get this straight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.msxnet.org/humour/girls-are-evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.msxnet.org/humour/girls-are-evil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-5930144762158637126?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5930144762158637126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-let-me-get-this-straight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5930144762158637126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5930144762158637126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-let-me-get-this-straight.html' title='So let me get this straight...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-1325331271746898767</id><published>2009-01-31T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:20:36.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Litost is not a word I know.</title><content type='html'>Listening to one talk melodically about the magnetism between two people; Hearing one list the endless ways they could fall in love again and again; Listening to one be so completely sure that merely a cup of coffee with a side of conversation could become a lifestyle that could never bore; Listening to one believe this, nay, know this with the purest of their heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbles Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-1325331271746898767?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1325331271746898767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/litost-is-not-word-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/1325331271746898767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/1325331271746898767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/litost-is-not-word-i-know.html' title='Litost is not a word I know.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6708226425064673573</id><published>2009-01-31T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:00:59.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of echos and Age.</title><content type='html'>I think of anyone, musicians have a past life; channeling each memory to echo in their melodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As youth sings, there are endless dreams of wild opportunities open an allowing, but when time takes it's turn, what becomes of the motivation to sing, to move another human? I'd like to think it would purely become soul; love for the freedom and peace for the being. Just to be immersed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-6708226425064673573?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6708226425064673573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-echos-and-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6708226425064673573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6708226425064673573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-echos-and-age.html' title='Of echos and Age.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6900029811675117415</id><published>2009-01-25T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:35:57.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" id="33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When my heart has fallen&lt;br /&gt;I will submit to the folly of the hour&lt;br /&gt;When he took my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And danced with my soul&lt;br /&gt;For my body is lost&lt;br /&gt;And somehow he understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I could just die tonight&lt;br /&gt;And have no fear of running,&lt;br /&gt;Or losing myself&lt;br /&gt;So please come bury me&lt;br /&gt;In your radiant compassion,&lt;br /&gt;That you hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer muerto de corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8602511865036219402-6900029811675117415?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6900029811675117415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-my-heart-has-fallen-i-will-submit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6900029811675117415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6900029811675117415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-my-heart-has-fallen-i-will-submit.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3952986146768420079</id><published>2009-01-24T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:57:06.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for his title.</title><content type='html'>when one gives into the contrary thought-that things are impossible- thats when they lose it, and are apt to break, and abandon the reality of the big picture, that life goes on and does get better, more than better, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem impossible for you to believe that this isn't it, this is not all you get. The world is out there, beyond the barriers you have created in the hopes that she will love you. If she cannot understand, nay, if anyone cannot grasp the fact that you are this incredible being, that is silent, yet so moving in his ways and his soul, then they have missed out on an oppertunity of the most sublime.&lt;br /&gt;You are astounding. You are You. I cannot imagine a world to be happy without that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; back and soften and purify the heart...."&lt;br /&gt;Washington Irving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3952986146768420079?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3952986146768420079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-his-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3952986146768420079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3952986146768420079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-his-title.html' title='Waiting for his title.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-918870198023494872</id><published>2009-01-21T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:30:45.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only again</title><content type='html'>This.is.ridiculous.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way you assume that I don't care for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way you rest your eyes upon my words, making my want more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way you go on ruefully about the lasses you had for a night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could argue with you countlessly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather be by you, to amuse my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.am.defeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-918870198023494872?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/918870198023494872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/918870198023494872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/918870198023494872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-again.html' title='Only again'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6422811004313900329</id><published>2009-01-09T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:13:53.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coccaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do you derive joy when someone else succeeds? &lt;br /&gt;Do you not play dirty when engaged in competition? &lt;br /&gt;Do you have a big intellectual capacity but know &lt;br /&gt;That it alone does not equate wisdom? &lt;br /&gt;Do you see everything as an illusion? &lt;br /&gt;But enjoy it even though you are not of it? &lt;br /&gt;Are you both masculine and feminine? politically aware? &lt;br /&gt;And don't believe in capital punishment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 21 things that I want in a lover &lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you derive joy from diving in and seeing that &lt;br /&gt;Loving someone can actually feel like freedom? are you funny? &lt;br /&gt;la self-deprecating? like adventure? and have many formed opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 21 things that I want in a lover &lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer &lt;br /&gt;I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter &lt;br /&gt;These are 21 things I choose to choose in a lover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no hurry I could wait forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm in no rush cuz I like being solo &lt;br /&gt;There are no worries and certainly no pressure in the meantime &lt;br /&gt;I'll live like there's no tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you uninhibited in bed? more than three times a week? &lt;br /&gt;Up for being experimental? are you athletic? &lt;br /&gt;Are you thriving in a job that helps your brother? are you not addicted?&lt;br /&gt;...curious and communicative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-alanis morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-6422811004313900329?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6422811004313900329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/coccaine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6422811004313900329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6422811004313900329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/coccaine.html' title='Coccaine'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3799004505217553842</id><published>2009-01-08T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:29:06.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked.</title><content type='html'>See me in all my vulnerabilities. Please, wash away all the covers I hide behind. I welcome you, I trust you for this moment, if you just let me be me, naked and whole. Tonight I give you my hand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3799004505217553842?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3799004505217553842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/naked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3799004505217553842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3799004505217553842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/naked.html' title='Naked.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-1400660634824463480</id><published>2009-01-07T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:25:58.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O the outrageous.</title><content type='html'>Alright scratch that. &lt;div&gt;No sympathy needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop being so naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-1400660634824463480?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1400660634824463480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-outrageous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/1400660634824463480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/1400660634824463480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-outrageous.html' title='O the outrageous.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-7873115190610585474</id><published>2009-01-07T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:11:53.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be the girl.</title><content type='html'>I could just hear you. I came so close to listening to your words, so close but not quite. I decided against myself, against my former self that is. The one who would let you in, forgetting all I've learned over the years. But no. Times have changed. My sun is so much brighter now, and care free. I feel that I've finally discovered how to live for me, to find joy and love in the small moments, finding emotions to be my friend and not my enemy. I am no longer chained to you, but I am still shaken by your presence, Oh how i loved you. I did. I've accepted it, I no longer deny the truth; I Was Undyingly Yours. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is my new season. I know things will be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-7873115190610585474?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7873115190610585474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-want-to-be-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7873115190610585474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7873115190610585474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-want-to-be-girl.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be the girl.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4902893668151079040</id><published>2008-12-22T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:33:46.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we got so close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uviKisRpeU8/SVAjqNANfHI/AAAAAAAAADw/wFxOZY0Osb0/s1600-h/kh-blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uviKisRpeU8/SVAjUDJDYsI/AAAAAAAAADA/-FpNabKZRTU/s400/kh-so+close.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282761190253224642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kurthasley.com"&gt;-kurthasley.com&lt;/a&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/8602511865036219402-4902893668151079040?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4902893668151079040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-we-got-so-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4902893668151079040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4902893668151079040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-we-got-so-close.html' title='And we got so close.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uviKisRpeU8/SVAjqNANfHI/AAAAAAAAADw/wFxOZY0Osb0/s72-c/kh-blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2386323160181564441</id><published>2008-12-22T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:09:34.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2386323160181564441?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2386323160181564441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2386323160181564441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2386323160181564441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-657715954608744840</id><published>2008-12-11T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:56:52.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Right...</title><content type='html'>I made this a bit ago. Inspiration: unclear. enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;color:#c0c0c0;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And why do i stay here and watch you swarm away into the  hives of shallow hearts? Because I know one day, we will meet as more than just  friends, and walk down that road in silence, because we know that words are too  much, and yet not enough, because we know what would be said if our mouths could  open, and so we walk down that road in silence, satisfied with hand in hand. So  i will proceed in this life alone, for the knowledge that one day we will meet  as more than just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8602511865036219402-657715954608744840?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/657715954608744840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/657715954608744840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/657715954608744840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-right.html' title='Oh, Right...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8757186209049795938</id><published>2008-12-11T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:37:12.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't explain the state that I am in.</title><content type='html'>I thought about you again. I find it sort of funny how these spurts lately have been about you. But what can I say, I put on your music, that has now become mine, and you we're my best friend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind wanders, and at the end of the night it comes back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a new place to call home, somewhere distant from your memories, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i have this hunch that you will haunt me no matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you. You make me happy. I'm hurt by you. Where will this go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-8757186209049795938?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8757186209049795938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-explain-state-that-i-am-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8757186209049795938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8757186209049795938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-explain-state-that-i-am-in.html' title='I can&apos;t explain the state that I am in.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4295057628344706442</id><published>2008-12-09T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:25.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siding with my demon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Vrinda;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;am disregarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am  misrepresented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I once was delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But am no longer loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My lover  could not handle me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My creator therefore disowned me, alas me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The one who  was beautiful, who was strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lilith#Adam_and_Lilith"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lilith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my dearest love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4295057628344706442?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4295057628344706442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/siding-with-my-demon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4295057628344706442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4295057628344706442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/siding-with-my-demon.html' title='Siding with my demon.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2276157912655771612</id><published>2008-12-09T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:18:26.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday night.</title><content type='html'>and I'm pretty sure this doesn't come in a bigger size. Not clear on where that leaves me. &lt;div&gt;If only... &lt;div&gt;No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That most definitely would &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; work. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2276157912655771612?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2276157912655771612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuesday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2276157912655771612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2276157912655771612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuesday-night.html' title='Tuesday night.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-5709465643332809062</id><published>2008-12-08T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:58:06.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put on whatever makes you attractive.</title><content type='html'>The pictures. They're everywhere. They have become our identity, no longer moving beings, but perfect photo-shopped pictures. No longer artistic, but rather a stamp, to label us, to allow us to hide behind one single moment, that was most likely in itself artificial. Beneath the typed words, the silence, the picture, hides a human being with the same repulsive habits as you our I, with the same tragedies, and lies, love and deceit. Ode to the internet age, a generation hiding behind a manipulated world. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-5709465643332809062?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5709465643332809062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/put-on-whatever-makes-you-attractive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5709465643332809062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5709465643332809062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/put-on-whatever-makes-you-attractive.html' title='Put on whatever makes you attractive.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3006822641287436083</id><published>2008-12-07T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:55:02.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost it</title><content type='html'>So, sometimes reading words that put me in complete state of incapacity, that more than often inspire me, becomes unbearably not worth it. How can a simple memory of someone be so tainted by anthers actions, so completely irrelevant to my perspective? I would enjoy some peace finally, I despise distortion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3006822641287436083?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3006822641287436083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3006822641287436083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3006822641287436083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-it.html' title='Lost it'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4014208300748887510</id><published>2008-03-31T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:15:35.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Way</title><content type='html'>I am alone in this&lt;br /&gt;Not in the sad sort of way&lt;br /&gt;But none the less,&lt;br /&gt;In a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a stare at your words&lt;br /&gt;And try to touch&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;symmetry&lt;/span&gt; you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;My mind is fleeing&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration in awe&lt;br /&gt;Your lack of words&lt;br /&gt;Sweep me into the corner&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;baffled&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to tell my heart leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; go away!&lt;br /&gt;but your words.&lt;br /&gt;o those words,&lt;br /&gt;how i cannot ignore them&lt;br /&gt;my solemn plead, barely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squeaks&lt;/span&gt; out of me&lt;br /&gt;you amaze me, in the utmost way i can possibly be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; take me into your reverence,&lt;br /&gt;and do not let me leave&lt;br /&gt;until you have explained yourself&lt;br /&gt;until the gap of words turn into&lt;br /&gt;hushed tones of what could be&lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;and do you see me, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till that day&lt;br /&gt;I wait here, and&lt;br /&gt;I trace the lines you have written&lt;br /&gt;And although i am not sad,&lt;br /&gt;I am alone&lt;br /&gt;In a way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4014208300748887510?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4014208300748887510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4014208300748887510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4014208300748887510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-way.html' title='In a Way'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-903254903661614372</id><published>2008-03-24T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:28:48.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Yellow Brick Road</title><content type='html'>So my dearest reader, i am struggling with a desicion of which college to apply to but so far this is what i have. And if you would be so kind and suggest any that have an MM let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Delaware (Delaware)&lt;br /&gt;Eastman School of Music (Rochester, ny)&lt;br /&gt;Houghton (ny)&lt;br /&gt;Mannes College the New School For Music (ny,ny)&lt;br /&gt;Rider/Westminster College of Arts (princeton, nj)&lt;br /&gt;Berklee College of Music (bosten, ma)&lt;br /&gt;Bethesda Christian U (aneheim, ca)&lt;br /&gt;University of Tornoto&lt;br /&gt;Boston U. (ma)&lt;br /&gt;Harvard&lt;br /&gt;Kean U (nj)&lt;br /&gt;Lehigh U (pa)&lt;br /&gt;Monticlair State U&lt;br /&gt;Princeton U (nj)&lt;br /&gt;Renseller at Hartford&lt;br /&gt;Rowan U (nj)&lt;br /&gt;Syracuse U (ny)&lt;br /&gt;Yale U of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ick! so in total that is....*beep* *click* *zip* 18 colleges, and i'm still searching. Well wish me luck, i'm gonna need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ adeiu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-903254903661614372?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/903254903661614372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/follow-yellow-brick-road.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/903254903661614372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/903254903661614372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/follow-yellow-brick-road.html' title='Follow the Yellow Brick Road'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3685321785739953768</id><published>2008-03-24T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:03:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>The Airborne Toxic&lt;br /&gt;-Sometime around Mi&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;-Metal Heart&lt;br /&gt;Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;-In the Mirror&lt;br /&gt;SilverSun Pickups&lt;br /&gt;-Little Lover's So Polite&lt;br /&gt;The New Porography&lt;br /&gt;-Music from the radio&lt;br /&gt;Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;-Angeles&lt;br /&gt;Mayday&lt;br /&gt;-Rock and Roll Can't&lt;br /&gt;Interpool&lt;br /&gt;-The New&lt;br /&gt;Iron and Wine&lt;br /&gt;-Boy with Coin&lt;br /&gt;The Sea and Cake&lt;br /&gt;-The word is again&lt;br /&gt;Se Wolf&lt;br /&gt;-You're a wolf&lt;br /&gt;Band of Horses&lt;br /&gt;-Our Swords&lt;br /&gt;The Raveonettes&lt;br /&gt;-Dead Sound&lt;br /&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;br /&gt;-Walking with a Ghost&lt;br /&gt;Thierry Amiel&lt;br /&gt;-Coeur Sache&lt;br /&gt;Explosions in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A song for our father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-adagio for Strings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeping Tom&lt;br /&gt;-Mojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3685321785739953768?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3685321785739953768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3685321785739953768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3685321785739953768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3093998800933556950</id><published>2008-02-25T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:19:16.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?</title><content type='html'>Yes. I do.&lt;br /&gt;I find it sort of funny that the same person&lt;br /&gt;who makes you feel like you can accomplish anything&lt;br /&gt;who allows you to be wholly yourself&lt;br /&gt;who builds you up, makes you feel so alive,&lt;br /&gt;can also be the one&lt;br /&gt;who knocks you down, on your face, leaving you there to dwell&lt;br /&gt;on themsitakes you've made or convince yourself you've made&lt;br /&gt;the same wodnerful touch can be the one to dismantle your entire confidnce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is when i ahve to turn away, and learn that they can't hurt me if i dont let them, which has bene my trouble. But i think i'm learning, and during this learning, i am ammending who i am&lt;br /&gt;trusting in a more reliable being, that will never turn on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i know this all to be too true, its amazing hte amounts of time i stumble repeatingly and never manage to catch myself until i hit the floor. But maybe this time its differnt. Maybe this time i can stand tall, keep on walking, without the attatchment of a false happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Be alive&lt;br /&gt;to Be stronger&lt;br /&gt;to Be free&lt;br /&gt;to Be exactly who im supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† &amp;hearts; †&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3093998800933556950?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3093998800933556950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/isnt-it-ironic-dont-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3093998800933556950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3093998800933556950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/isnt-it-ironic-dont-you-think.html' title='Isn&apos;t it ironic? Don&apos;t you think?'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-679206571648531163</id><published>2008-01-27T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:10:33.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spewing Words</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i had one of my "revalations" haha not really more like, an evaulation of things leading to getting out of my "funk" states. So basically to say, it's a time where i realize how grateful i am for all i have. How i have the most Uh-Mazing friends, who have my back and care about me. And ontop of that i got inspiration for some new music that i've been...assigned to ha&lt;br /&gt;so tell moi what you think yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence, you i treasure. Come and visit with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Memories, how you scatter and patter on my wooden floors&lt;br /&gt;Dance for me dance. Show me things i once loved&lt;br /&gt;Make me doubt the road i took.&lt;br /&gt;Enigma (or doubt?) fall on me, make my thoughts stutter.&lt;br /&gt;O how you try your best to retrace my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, take a good look at me and compare&lt;br /&gt;your sights to a re-invented masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;Im sure Im right where Im meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Go back to where you belong, where i left you&lt;br /&gt;In battlefields of dubiety&lt;br /&gt;You are banned, o i commaned thee out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....trying something new...so ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-679206571648531163?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/679206571648531163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/spewing-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/679206571648531163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/679206571648531163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/spewing-words.html' title='Spewing Words'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-5143231633339895221</id><published>2008-01-17T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:50:24.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Diddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is kinda high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and people sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when rainbows divide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into beautiful butterflys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the arrows strike from his eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i know he's speaking in lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-5143231633339895221?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5143231633339895221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-diddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5143231633339895221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5143231633339895221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-diddy.html' title='Little Diddy'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8070284801711881222</id><published>2008-01-05T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:42:21.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underline</title><content type='html'>I've been saying these cruel words&lt;br /&gt;My head is jsut confused, wondering&lt;br /&gt;If your goal is to hurt me or not&lt;br /&gt;Swear to me, i know you have&lt;br /&gt;Still, it doesnt make this easier&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy, yet&lt;br /&gt;On the otherside, its painful to trust you&lt;br /&gt;Under my words&lt;br /&gt;Tell how i honestly feel&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how i wish things never happend&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how i wish things would happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr...kinda sucky like the others...o well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-8070284801711881222?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8070284801711881222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/underline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8070284801711881222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8070284801711881222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/underline.html' title='Underline'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2397662948715024146</id><published>2008-01-05T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:29:08.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cog</title><content type='html'>that one night&lt;br /&gt;feels like years away&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;i was happy&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;i could pretend&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trespassed&lt;/span&gt; the line&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;i miss, i wish it was real&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;i pray for it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;has made me remember&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; yet to figure out, if i should regret&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so frightened of what you will say about it&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;will you hate it ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;will it be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;that one night&lt;br /&gt;will it be an ending to a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do i regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was my last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2397662948715024146?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2397662948715024146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/cog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2397662948715024146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2397662948715024146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/cog.html' title='Cog'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-478324105196827557</id><published>2008-01-05T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:14:47.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Begg of thee</title><content type='html'>Is this even real?&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me youve faked it all along&lt;br /&gt;Out of my mind, i am going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;No, please dont regret a thing, you'd be&lt;br /&gt;Teasing me, this has been&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievble, although im merely pretending&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to face reality&lt;br /&gt;Dumbing down the pain is all i try to do&lt;br /&gt;Easily you walk away, after we&lt;br /&gt;Reminiss of the times we miss&lt;br /&gt;Surely you must be lying to me&lt;br /&gt;Taking all that you can out of me, so&lt;br /&gt;Away with you if all your doing is playing games&lt;br /&gt;No more. i will not be able to stand it  much longer&lt;br /&gt;Dont play this game with me anymore&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-478324105196827557?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/478324105196827557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-begg-of-thee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/478324105196827557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/478324105196827557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-begg-of-thee.html' title='I Begg of thee'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-7349096036289890212</id><published>2008-01-01T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:24:58.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Above all else, Guard your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; through with saying things are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant bear listening to you smile&lt;br /&gt;You miss me, and you feel bad&lt;br /&gt;But honestly do you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; you did to me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; i get the notion that you don't&lt;br /&gt;That you never understood&lt;br /&gt;That your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; screwing me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will open myself&lt;br /&gt;So foolish i am&lt;br /&gt;my blind trust in you will lead to my demise&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;how can i trust you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i persist on putting my faith in you&lt;br /&gt;I should hate you&lt;br /&gt;But oh, On the contrary my love&lt;br /&gt;I yearn to here you say that things are different&lt;br /&gt;That you will be trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;That we can mend this relationship&lt;br /&gt;But really can we?&lt;br /&gt;Will you leave me again?&lt;br /&gt;Let me fall in the dust?&lt;br /&gt;And cry out all the faith i have in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see i have this fixation&lt;br /&gt;With the hope that one day we can be,&lt;br /&gt;Like the days we never had to worry&lt;br /&gt;When I never had to be scared of you&lt;br /&gt;Of yours lies&lt;br /&gt;Of your cruel words&lt;br /&gt;Of your empty promises&lt;br /&gt;Of your misleading touch&lt;br /&gt;I let myself loose to you&lt;br /&gt;I put down my barriers&lt;br /&gt;Opened my self to those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt; words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid had i been&lt;br /&gt;I let myself down&lt;br /&gt;I let myself feel like a whore&lt;br /&gt;I turned myself into the lowest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you i let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;                 all i stood for,&lt;br /&gt;                          all i believed in,&lt;br /&gt;                                   be taken over&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;All for you&lt;br /&gt;I swore i would never let myself get like that again&lt;br /&gt;Not let myself believe lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what am i doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; telling you okay&lt;br /&gt;And that i miss you too,&lt;br /&gt;Making myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that you can brake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my Darling,&lt;br /&gt;Ode to you i say...&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun Fucking Me Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-7349096036289890212?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7349096036289890212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/above-all-else-guard-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7349096036289890212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7349096036289890212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/above-all-else-guard-your-heart.html' title='Above all else, Guard your heart'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-60811543222200328</id><published>2007-11-21T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:43:21.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Roller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mirror"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Have I got it?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause Mirror you've always told me who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am I'm finding it's not easy to be perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sorry &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;you won't define me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry you don't own me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Who are you to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;That I'm less than what I should be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who are you? Who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't need to listen To the list of things I should do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't try, I won't try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mirror I am seeing a new reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking into the eyes of He who made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;to Him I have beauty beyond compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I know He defines me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't define me, you don't define me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Barlow Girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is everything i need. He will provide me with strength and all the oppertunities for a better life. Don't you find it so amazing how He ONLY has your best interest in mind, that H will never give you anything you can't handle and He has a plan of the msot amazing life for you? i still hardly digest that, but sitll i find peace in that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;He loves you&lt;br /&gt;He will never let you down&lt;br /&gt;He will always be there&lt;br /&gt;You can't say that about anything else in the world, fmaily, friends, objects, pets- anything. Its invigurating to know that i dont haveto go looking for friends or objects or money or relationships to fullfill me, because the truth is they never will but God will. i know i'm not such a great wrtier and this post preobably sounds scrambled, but lately this has been on my mind, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that somehow i would be able to get the this point across to others, to stop looking everywhere else to be happy. And its the easiest most rewarding thing you couldever have if you chose it. It doesn't matter what anywhat else thinks or what they say about you, or tell you who you are because they can't do that. No one knows you except for God. No one can judge you except for him. So don't look down at yourself becasue of what others say or what you've done in your past, it doesnt matter! in God's eyes you are "beauty beyond compare" you are his child you are a creative genius, and He wil never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;So stop looking elsewhere. Don't think that drugs or drinking, partying, having a girl/boyfriend all the time will allow you to be happy, it won't its jsut some temporary high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-60811543222200328?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/60811543222200328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/holy-roller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/60811543222200328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/60811543222200328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/holy-roller.html' title='Holy Roller'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-5912375408086479469</id><published>2007-11-21T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:17:13.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Will Shine Again Today</title><content type='html'>Well i'm not very good at this blogging thing and i have sort of lost my momentum for writing poems, so now i guess all i ahve to write about is random...very random thoughts or whats up with me.&lt;br /&gt;Things really have been turning around for me. Over the summer, i managed to let someone or something to completely devour my life and my view on things and all that i stand for. I let myself somehow. sometime ago to get casught up into one thing and let it lead my life. From that, i became wicked depressed and beyond confused.&lt;br /&gt;And it's amazing how i turned the one thing away that was needed the most, i jsut couldnt let myself rely on God and let him work things out. I dumbly try and force myself to fix my own problems without any help what so ever. And then finally after about 3 months or so, i opened up again to my creator.&lt;br /&gt;From talking to my leaders and i suppose re-evaluating the past year, i finally know, truly know with my head and my heart that God is all i need&lt;br /&gt;I've always heard that and acceppted that thought but i've never actually experienced that reasurrence. Once i got that, it was amazing. I am beyond happy at the thought of only needing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God has been gracious to me and I have all I need."&lt;br /&gt;Genises 33:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-5912375408086479469?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5912375408086479469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/sun-will-shine-again-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5912375408086479469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5912375408086479469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/sun-will-shine-again-today.html' title='The Sun Will Shine Again Today'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4968483441316702949</id><published>2007-11-14T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:45:02.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So hi peoples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(well if peoples are actually looking at this that is (= )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am planning on adding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a page for my lyrics, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or music or band...i'm not quite sure yet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but something to that effect, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so be looking! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132814994750377954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uviKisRpeU8/RztsCvvlD-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/o-0K9fOeCe4/s320/j0433219.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ adieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4968483441316702949?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4968483441316702949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/addition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4968483441316702949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4968483441316702949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/addition.html' title='Addition...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uviKisRpeU8/RztsCvvlD-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/o-0K9fOeCe4/s72-c/j0433219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-83078075867294570</id><published>2007-11-07T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:19:31.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I "Row on the Lakes of Canada"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we have to think about what this world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could it be a prefix to something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could it be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of something wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that will follow us in the eternity of our deaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could it be the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; we have to prove ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for the generations we will never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could it be the introduction to what we are really born for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could it be the preamble of what we sign our blood in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could it all end for us tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;would we make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;would his smile make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;would her "I Love You" make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end will &lt;strong&gt;the love we take be equal to the love we make&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end will the poets unfinished words be filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end will the singers voice linger on in our souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end will the one you swore you loved turn their head around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end will our sacrifices be met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end will it be the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the end will i know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did those lyrics touch your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did that one poem tell you how much i loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did that look explain how much you've hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did being there for you change your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now will you think a little deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt; that are steeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go to that man who has been weeping for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go to that woman who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;has been&lt;/span&gt; whispering out for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will you take my words to heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will it all seem to be worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will i be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will i always mourn for what could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will i take that leap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that flight &lt;strong&gt;across the universe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will i &lt;strong&gt;row on the lakes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-83078075867294570?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/83078075867294570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-i-row-on-lakes-of-canada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/83078075867294570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/83078075867294570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-i-row-on-lakes-of-canada.html' title='Will I &quot;Row on the Lakes of Canada&quot;'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-1626931923729632217</id><published>2007-08-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:13:33.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Que puedo dizo?</title><content type='html'>Well well well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent blogged in such a sthuper long long time, its very quite sad. I dont even know if half of my friend on here are still blogging. Well p00p! anywho tonight is cops and robbers concert im pretty syked tho nervous, and im very glad some of my friends are coming but quite depressed that my....lovely....is not coming due to vile work [hehe] well my friends i must be off now but wish me some luck not to screw up my lovelys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-1626931923729632217?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1626931923729632217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/que-puedo-dizo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/1626931923729632217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/1626931923729632217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/que-puedo-dizo.html' title='¿Que puedo dizo?'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8862141421468715649</id><published>2007-04-17T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:15:05.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Yelling Outwards Under&lt;br /&gt;Acid Rain Evenfalls&lt;br /&gt;To Hollow Endings&lt;br /&gt;Of Narrow Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waltzing Along In The&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Order Raging&lt;br /&gt;meaningless euphoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lively essence singing songs&lt;br /&gt;to hear a noise&lt;br /&gt;to have reminessing early evenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring Over&lt;br /&gt;young orders under&lt;br /&gt;red everlasting arrow leaving lonely youth&lt;br /&gt;messaging every arrow nailing&lt;br /&gt;into thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories yearning&lt;br /&gt;Jumping Under All Nations All Time Has Anatomys Necessities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaping over vintage essence&lt;br /&gt;mental earthquakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wating at internal trends&lt;br /&gt;farther of reasoning&lt;br /&gt;my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;Waitng in Lithic Lonelyness&lt;br /&gt;Mezmerising in Solumn Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Yelling Out Undying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-8862141421468715649?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8862141421468715649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8862141421468715649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8862141421468715649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-one.html' title='You are the One...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3622792251216321155</id><published>2007-04-08T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:10:56.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo happenings</title><content type='html'>So....well lets see... first of all i ahve a new blog, but i'm still keeping this one. My new one i think i'm going to use for song lyrics, maybe poems but doubtful, though probable. Anywho... its for lyrics and i only have 2 songs up so far, but check them out if ya'd like its in my contact or you can go to &lt;a href="http://sthuper.multiply.com"&gt;http://sthuper.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; so,,, cya there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...hi.....Karl and i finally played at open mic night at 912 and i think it was quite succsessful!!! i had a flipping blast doing it, and mucho kudos to karl for the instrumental....if only you'd sing =P jk....so ya that was great and tomorrow we're going to try recording some of our stuff, and maybe creating too, shall be quite a fun adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO SING.... SeAn FLiPPiNg LeNNon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday alas, i cannot wait, it will deff rock my sox o m flipping g really i mean like awesome o wow like totally freak me out i mean right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...comment ppl ciao =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3622792251216321155?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3622792251216321155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/04/nuevo-happenings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3622792251216321155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3622792251216321155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/04/nuevo-happenings.html' title='Nuevo happenings'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4032694423924042892</id><published>2007-03-28T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:08:36.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a paper note</title><content type='html'>i was having a crappy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; day today, i completely lost all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;my confidence&lt;/span&gt; in myself and what i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;, i was very confused, and maybe i will be again later, but for now i feel really great!! =) school very much rocked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; before i left, its amazing what one little note can do for you, it brought me up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, feeling less stressed and sorta free again, with a little help of the lovely weather!!!! its SO BEAUTIFUL OUT!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; LIFE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; and so ya,i was going to blog a poem i had written earlier when i was confused and trying to figure out how i felt about people again, but thinking about it now, its kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; like all the others, so my plans for that changed, so instead i will leave you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt; a song that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; currently listening to.....its quite a lovely one...enjoy! (and look it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere far away from here&lt;br /&gt;i saw stars, stars that i could reach&lt;br /&gt;it was a midnight silent twilight&lt;br /&gt;that fell down... beyond the ocean beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i assemble all the sand that cover wedding beaches&lt;br /&gt;to build a castle so your mom would have a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;behind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;waterslide&lt;/span&gt; and down the hill where heaven&lt;br /&gt;reaches land and time is left to float away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rest assured i have the key to every opening&lt;br /&gt;to every wishing well that's deep enough to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i want to show you just how fascinating kissing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;when earth collides with all the space between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m reaching farther than i ever have before&lt;br /&gt;leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;i may be some sort of crazy&lt;br /&gt;we may be some sort of crazy&lt;br /&gt;but i swear on everything i have and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so never look behind you spooky people bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is ending... there's a party by the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; wear my suit and tie we're eye to eye and toasting to&lt;br /&gt;the way you put that&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; smile upon my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill up the air balloon and ride with me&lt;br /&gt;when hell is jealous of the rain&lt;br /&gt;make love like time and space is ending while befriending&lt;br /&gt;fates alluring way of putting us to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i’m reaching farther than i ever have before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i may be some sort of crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;we may be some sort of crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but i swear on everything i have and more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you make the sound of pulling heaven down&lt;br /&gt;you brought the rain's romantic pour&lt;br /&gt;you make the sound... you make the sound&lt;br /&gt;of pulling heaven down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Sound of Pulling Heaven Down , Blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mis lovely amigos, have an steller day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4032694423924042892?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4032694423924042892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-having-crappy-ish-day-today-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4032694423924042892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4032694423924042892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-having-crappy-ish-day-today-i.html' title='From a paper note'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-6072334600068082530</id><published>2007-03-20T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:33:59.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem...Carpe Diem my loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone says "hi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't you suppose to say "hi" back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone needs help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't you suppose to give it to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't you suppose to help them up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If somones crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should you go comfort them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone tells you they miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shouldn't you say it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you miss someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Won't you call them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you call someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will they talk back to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you care about someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't you supposed to be there for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you want to hold them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't you hug them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you love someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shouldn't you tell them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you know those words would help them, but really hurt them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't you supposed to protect them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But if your heart is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you suppose to let it shatter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you wait too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will things be over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you make one mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you don't say that one word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you don't call them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you don't hug them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you dont tell them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will       you       lose        it       all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-6072334600068082530?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6072334600068082530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/poemcarpe-diem-my-loves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6072334600068082530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/6072334600068082530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/poemcarpe-diem-my-loves.html' title='Poem...Carpe Diem my loves'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-5792096526099849324</id><published>2007-03-19T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:41:41.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem...Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start,&lt;br /&gt;Your lovely ways stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then a disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You turned away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I yearned for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you held another existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in pain thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I merely forgot you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until you caught my glance again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;reconnect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep my heart steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desperate to avoid conflict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;those words i had been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yearning to here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It once would have stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A falling tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now it confuses me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But my love, i do miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though we must be careful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not to fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But my love, you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And its yours to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-5792096526099849324?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5792096526099849324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/poemreturn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5792096526099849324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/5792096526099849324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/poemreturn.html' title='Poem...Return'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-7648594563075600966</id><published>2007-03-19T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:40:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem...Ado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two beautiful souls&lt;br /&gt;I cast my eyes upon you both&lt;br /&gt;Bot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;competing&lt;/span&gt; for my attention&lt;br /&gt;I glance between them&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to suddenly move&lt;br /&gt;I must be careful not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two beautiful souls&lt;br /&gt;Why spy me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; try to touch&lt;br /&gt;We can't, i forbid it&lt;br /&gt;I need strength&lt;br /&gt;I need you to walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-7648594563075600966?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7648594563075600966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/ado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7648594563075600966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/7648594563075600966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/ado.html' title='Poem...Ado'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-4037730744534069180</id><published>2007-03-15T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:11:58.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....repress these words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i cant have you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all of these things getting in my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have to stay in the distance, while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i cant touch you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it would bring confusion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it would bring happiness along with pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i cant fix things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i never realized how much i hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i never realized what my words could do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i cant tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;only in my dreams may i be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;becasue for now you are forbidden to hold, and to tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-4037730744534069180?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4037730744534069180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/repress-these-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4037730744534069180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/4037730744534069180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/repress-these-words.html' title='....repress these words...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8374939000249742826</id><published>2007-02-25T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:45:38.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin in the Acid Rain</title><content type='html'>Hey i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gots&lt;/span&gt; some new lyrics, so ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; posting this for Feed Back so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FEEEEEEED&lt;/span&gt;! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt; is encouraged :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; like order the verses if ya want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure how too arrange them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thnx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy meets girl and romance is high&lt;br /&gt;Days pass, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Weeks&lt;/span&gt; pass, months pass for you&lt;br /&gt;Always in Euphoria, the love has come so fast&lt;br /&gt;It feels its going to last, you swear its going to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) there goes that boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; goes that girl, she never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy you assured in her mind, you would stay&lt;br /&gt;But as time went by, you ran away&lt;br /&gt;With words so true how could you do&lt;br /&gt;This to her, she only wanted to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words you said so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever mean them really?&lt;br /&gt;Girl you don't know what to do, whether to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; or forget&lt;br /&gt;The choice wont be easy, but you need one clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful ways you'd walk together&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would last forever&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful souls, don't lose your hope&lt;br /&gt;May memories not be last of you both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge, but ending)&lt;br /&gt;You reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; into each other souls&lt;br /&gt;And remind of the passions that once stirred in you&lt;br /&gt;But now it is over&lt;br /&gt;But is it really over?&lt;br /&gt;It might not be over&lt;br /&gt;If you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Oh say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time&lt;br /&gt;Say that you love me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-8374939000249742826?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8374939000249742826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/singin-in-acid-rain.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8374939000249742826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8374939000249742826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/singin-in-acid-rain.html' title='Singin in the Acid Rain'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-3047152748449502311</id><published>2007-02-25T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:32:36.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Monkeys Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Whoa..yeah...very busy but wow with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crappyness&lt;/span&gt; comes super bonding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yayaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vey&lt;/span&gt; mostly but wow hanging with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;-an-an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;divertido&lt;/span&gt;, consisting of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; venting, Lots o' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Reesys&lt;/span&gt; (honestly the only way to mend a girls heart) Then some more venting. Then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sims&lt;/span&gt;2 for like hours and hours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; for hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt; very stressful, but insightful, then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sims&lt;/span&gt; again the next day with the lovely character &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pineapple&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hizzle&lt;/span&gt; and my lovely addiction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; kicking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...To mi padres. A day full of talking talking talking talking the grudge 2( i can honestly say the worst movie ever, like the same plot as the first but less interesting so like Vanilla Ice covering his own song but in a hardcore metal style) talking talking talking Lily Allen (holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chica&lt;/span&gt; is amazing very Girl Power (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chk&lt;/span&gt; "not big" ) and talking talking. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yippee&lt;/span&gt; off to &lt;strong&gt;J-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wickaty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wise's&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ultimate&lt;/span&gt; Showdown: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Star wars&lt;/span&gt; the first of the originals good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;shtuff&lt;/span&gt;, and wow....hearing Princes Leah being recited as a dude....priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...Well i got to hang with me other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;chica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;homey&lt;/span&gt; Caroline and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;the day&lt;/span&gt; took off with an unexpected change of plans, but never the less entertaining and cold. Tubing turned into Hard Core snow ball fight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;CTF&lt;/span&gt;. A wonderful game of running while us musicians stay behind and rest. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; warmness and tea and long amounts of talking on the stairs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; smelly pretty lotion, gotta love it! Then a very long night of more talking but it was very useful for moi and gave me a closer connection to la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;chica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...Wake up And Cracker Barrel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yumm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;yummm&lt;/span&gt; and wasting the day away with shopping and long random talks of all. very very awesome. And as soon as i get home, 10 min to shower and pack, then off to vocal lessons for a half hour, then off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Jamie's&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; sleepover con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;muchas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;chicas&lt;/span&gt;, wow like 2/3 hours of gossiping about American idol, Greys Anatomy (both in which i had no clue what they were talking about) Cute actors, old shows when we were wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;tykes&lt;/span&gt;, and Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; school gossiping, wow very confusing it was. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;yippee&lt;/span&gt; a movie and Cranium, the greatest game i must say, but it needs to come with the warning "May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;over excitement&lt;/span&gt; in the case of a correct answer, that may lead to punching the ceiling" but it was all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;SaTERDay&lt;/span&gt;...early wake up call around 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; (when i had went to bed around 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ooam&lt;/span&gt;) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; the joys of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;. Arrive at the church an hour later, and travel to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Smuels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;caffe&lt;/span&gt; to volunteer clean. and o Boy did we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;underestimate&lt;/span&gt; the coldness, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;burrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; is all i can say. So mi and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;chicas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;traveled&lt;/span&gt; to Price &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;chopper&lt;/span&gt; to warm up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; goody, so we were warm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;chicos&lt;/span&gt;, they were left behind to freeze, o sad sad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; well there was hot chocolate, nothing better in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly Sunday...not much, other than Church, church, talking, venting for the millionth time and this BLOG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this vacation has brought sadness, heartbreak, doubting but also closer relationships, insight, a better bond with my friends, a closer relationship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;God and&lt;/span&gt; learning ****love ya all who was with me this week, it helped more than you know****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;unsolo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-3047152748449502311?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3047152748449502311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/holy-monkeys-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3047152748449502311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/3047152748449502311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/holy-monkeys-vacation.html' title='Holy Monkeys Vacation!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-2201324711515160117</id><published>2007-02-21T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T08:36:26.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.O.E.X.I.S.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Religious differences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELIGION:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;commitment or devotion to religious faith or observance; a cause, principle, or system of beliefs held to with ardor and faith (Websters dictionary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many different religions out there, and so many different belief systems, values, morals, and priorities. You have Christianity, Wicca, Hinduism, Taoism, Judaism, atheist and so many more that I'm sure i haven't heard of. We may all disagree with some aspects or many aspects of each others faiths, but does that mean that we have the right to demean them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will respect your beliefs regardless of whether i believe them or not, and in return i would hope you could respect mine. Yes i would prefer you agree and follow my God, but if you don't agree, or feel it doesn't fit with your life, that's OK, I'm not going to shove it in your face, but don't go ahead and bash my place of worship, my God or how i praise my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find something in life that you feel dedicated to and that makes you genuinely happy, something that gives you a clear vision on life, and something to positively guide you on your journey, than i am happy for you. Cause really thats all that matters, finding the right path for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whole heartily respect you if you are firm in your believes and you stick to what you say. I respect you if you are truly into your belief and are dedicated to it, and are involved. I just CANT stand it when people are wishy-washy on their faith, and just worship or go to their place of worship on certain holidays, or Sabbaths or whichever you may call them. And I'm not saying i don't like you because you are learning about many religions (and FYI when i say religions i mean atheist to, its a religion considering you believe in no God and practice that belief everyday) I encourage you to expand your view of religions. And I'm not bashing you if you aren't sure what you believe in, cause that's OK, everyone was once unsure. I'm just saying stick to what you say. Don't talk the talk and not walk the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something i don't get and it kinda got me mad. I am very very happy for you if you have found a church that is meaningful for you and you can worship with everything you have there comfortably, but that doesn't give you the right to bash my church, and it doesn't really make sense anyways why you- considering we're of the same religion and beliefs and God and savior- would disregard my church, shouldn't you be Happy for me too? i mean we agree on the main aspects of religion, how can you insult someplace else where they are trying to spread the same beliefs that you have, just because they educate in a different way, doesn't mean its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that's pretty much my shpeel, but mostly what i guess I'm trying to say is, just because you may have different names for your God or Gods, or Goddesses or no God, doesn't mean that you should bash others who believe in life differently with crude words and judgement. Have tolerance for other religions, even if you may not agree with them, have respect for them regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US COEXIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-2201324711515160117?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2201324711515160117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/coexist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2201324711515160117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/2201324711515160117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/coexist.html' title='C.O.E.X.I.S.T.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-221189119607228600</id><published>2007-02-20T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:58:28.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...a lil bit of an older poem like a week or so ago, and oo lala subliminal messages, feedback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ay after day i stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ver and over you linger through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ever will i stop caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hough i'm afraid the same isn't true for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;or now i am in euphoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ther days i'm in despondency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ipped apart, completely in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;rieving over what i have yet to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verlasting, i thought we would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hough as time keeps passing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ore and more it feels your running from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verlasting, i hope we will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-221189119607228600?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/221189119607228600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/221189119607228600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/221189119607228600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Poem...'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602511865036219402.post-8624760040110581024</id><published>2007-02-20T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T05:52:20.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the Ultimatum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Problem&lt;br /&gt;-What is going on? Why is everything different? I can sense it but your not telling me. I sit next to you but there is a wall, there is something in the way of everything, a cold boundry is set between us, and I don't know why...but soon enough the answer...Seperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;-What did I do wrong? What did I say? What didn't I say? Where did I make my mistakes? Could I have supported you more? Should I have listened better? Should I have givin you space? Did I ever make you happy? These thought just float around in my mind, I know this shows my lack of selfesteem, but don't these things bring out the best in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My directions: Cry, Breathe, Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;-This is the first step, my intitial reaction to the shock. But with talking, or at least whatever breath I could stablize to make any sense, I vent. The only thing I can do, painful and hard but still I do. Then the talk. A very helpful one to remind me life is good, and its not my fault. And lastly and the best. THE POWER OF PRAYER. I really think people underestamate this, but once I prayed with the ones around me, those to help me, I could start to relax, feel better and feel no sympathy for myself, but the realization of my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W a k e u p&lt;br /&gt;-Its not about me. Its about how I can help others and encourage those in need to be better. There are people that don't realize how special they are to an abundace of others. There are people that don't realize they have an amazing personality, that they are wonderfully unique and looked up to. There are people that don't realize that they are loved not only by the people around them, but by the best of all by God. I don't think they realize that no matter what pain they have been through or caused, or what wrong acts they have commited, they are ALWAYS forgivin by God and he doesn't see them as a horrible sinner but an equal to all men, He sees them as a CREATIVE GENIUS, A Beautiful and important aspect to his plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that these people realize that, even those in mankind can also FORGIVE them for whatever they have done, that they still love them with everything they have that they would sacrfice their own feelings for the other persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;---I hope you know that I would for you---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those who have listened to my shpeel recently and for consoling me and for your prayers, but don't pray for me, pray for those people who don't feel love and forgivness***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602511865036219402-8624760040110581024?l=unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8624760040110581024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-this-ultamatum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8624760040110581024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602511865036219402/posts/default/8624760040110581024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsoloaliciaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-this-ultamatum.html' title='Is this the Ultimatum'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00950347583821964568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
