<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116</id><updated>2009-10-01T22:06:02.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>make a halo with your hands</title><subtitle type='html'>man made perfections for the angels inside us all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-5396304918622273699</id><published>2009-03-16T13:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:35:33.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the door</title><content type='html'>back to the door where it feels right&lt;br /&gt;she's just another version of you&lt;br /&gt;yeah back to the door it just feels right&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;br /&gt;back to the door&lt;br /&gt;yeah keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;br /&gt;back to the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back on the floor where it feels right&lt;br /&gt;she's the right perversion of you&lt;br /&gt;then back to the door cause it feels right&lt;br /&gt;now keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;br /&gt;back to the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's screaming things, i want to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say to me but your not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in these avenues, i think you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the words she says, i bet you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've found that door, and passed it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll drink to you and pass the cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's sipping wine, that i drink too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and showing things, i'm gonna touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her back to the door and keep knocking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;/div&gt;til you hear me come - back to the door&lt;br /&gt;yeah keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;br /&gt;back to the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5396304918622273699?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/5396304918622273699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=5396304918622273699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5396304918622273699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5396304918622273699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-door.html' title='back to the door'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1163584347094302318</id><published>2008-07-17T13:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:41:17.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i remember those walks to that park by the shore&lt;br /&gt;talking about levitation or the love it brings&lt;br /&gt;the cherry marks left behind that passion sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how i stopped you before you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;all the places you always wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;even if you never knew how to walk away&lt;br /&gt;cause we always had these levitations to help on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and how much i hated that lip gloss you wore&lt;br /&gt;still couldn't wait to have to wipe it off my face again&lt;br /&gt;as you promised to not wear it again, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we always knew the ending's story&lt;br /&gt;the promises that sent us on our way home&lt;br /&gt;the promises of blind answers to the future questions that we own&lt;br /&gt;the promises of residue from trust betrayed and sold&lt;br /&gt;the promises of all we've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the promise to promise my way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1163584347094302318?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1933543447640097330</id><published>2008-06-27T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:04:25.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where i'll meet you</title><content type='html'>baby let it go&lt;br /&gt;everything around you&lt;br /&gt;baby let it show&lt;br /&gt;everything you've expected to have&lt;br /&gt;it's not the ending that counts&lt;br /&gt;it's when you've realized you've arrived there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;but could we've known&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's right&lt;br /&gt;and the next move is your's to make&lt;br /&gt;it's not what happens in the end&lt;br /&gt;it's how far you'd go to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a town near by&lt;br /&gt;where the ending never comes&lt;br /&gt;everyone arrives&lt;br /&gt;but they pass right through&lt;br /&gt;that's where i'll meet you&lt;br /&gt;it's where i'll meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby let it go&lt;br /&gt;it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;because i let it go&lt;br /&gt;again tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1933543447640097330?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1933543447640097330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1933543447640097330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1933543447640097330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1933543447640097330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-ill-meet-you.html' title='where i&apos;ll meet you'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-5223907579928453992</id><published>2008-05-07T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:59:09.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saving graces</title><content type='html'>i'm kicking around pieces&lt;br /&gt;the memories you've left behind this door&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in all your blankets again&lt;br /&gt;but they can't keep me warm anymore&lt;br /&gt;so i'm finding comfort in stills&lt;br /&gt;and spirits i carry home with me everynight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the only thing that still feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room is empty again&lt;br /&gt;everything i have pushed back to the walls&lt;br /&gt;remembering march nineth&lt;br /&gt;where i kept you pressed against it all&lt;br /&gt;i always gave you my best&lt;br /&gt;whether it was in my arms or in our bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the only thing that really felt right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5223907579928453992?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/5223907579928453992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=5223907579928453992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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house&lt;br /&gt;covered in blinding regret&lt;br /&gt;but i can see you&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in those red curtains&lt;br /&gt;hand on the window&lt;br /&gt;you want to touch me again&lt;br /&gt;but still won't let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night you wept&lt;br /&gt;and set that room on fire&lt;br /&gt;with anger from trust&lt;br /&gt;i saw love leave your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but i can see you&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in those white sheets&lt;br /&gt;love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;you want to touch me again&lt;br /&gt;but still won't let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am again&lt;br /&gt;alone in front of another ending&lt;br /&gt;this could be it&lt;br /&gt;the exact moment i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;but can i remember the perfect words from last night&lt;br /&gt;or will i just stare at all the things i fear i've lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3428305180412446985?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3428305180412446985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=3428305180412446985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3428305180412446985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3428305180412446985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfect-words.html' title='the perfect words'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3873091122672616216</id><published>2008-04-01T12:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:49:38.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen and broken</title><content type='html'>...if it's all we are why does it feel so wrong&lt;br /&gt;when every time i really try you aren't there&lt;br /&gt;long enough for me to believe you'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know i'm here to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;so i can finally tell you how much this hurts&lt;br /&gt;every time you say "tonight let's just be lovers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to fight it&lt;br /&gt;i just can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please bare with me now&lt;br /&gt;while i try to walk away tonight&lt;br /&gt;without resolve, without strength&lt;br /&gt;knowing i just don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i'll just wait around these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to remember how you really felt&lt;br /&gt;when you wanted to touch the man i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not you i hear behind that voice anymore&lt;br /&gt;it was your soul that sounded like true affection&lt;br /&gt;every time you used to say "let's stay like this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to fight it&lt;br /&gt;i just can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please bare with me now&lt;br /&gt;while i try to walk away tonight&lt;br /&gt;without resolve, without strength&lt;br /&gt;knowing i just don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know how to fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;and i just want to fight it some how&lt;br /&gt;but i don't ever want to forget that night&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to fight it&lt;br /&gt;stolen and broken my heart was on stage&lt;br /&gt;the night it seemed like everyone cares&lt;br /&gt;the three hours that everything changed&lt;br /&gt;that night you filled these empty stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please bare with me now&lt;br /&gt;while i try to walk away again&lt;br /&gt;without you and without the strength&lt;br /&gt;of knowing i just don't know how&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3873091122672616216?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3873091122672616216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=3873091122672616216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3873091122672616216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3873091122672616216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/04/stolen-and-broken.html' title='stolen and broken'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-2871133083894628518</id><published>2008-03-20T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:06:10.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>know</title><content type='html'>she said "lately, it's been an interesting string&lt;br /&gt;the line between where we started and what you still sing,"&lt;br /&gt;i am forever yours, you know you know you know&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i’m gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "greatly, i've been quite the spoiled one&lt;br /&gt;smiling at how i know i decide when all this will be done"&lt;br /&gt;i am forever yours, you know you know you know&lt;br /&gt;but i'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "i am uptight and wonderful like you've known&lt;br /&gt;i'm nothing more than the beautiful disaster i've always shown”&lt;br /&gt;i am forever yours, i know i know i know no i know&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "sorry’s don't hold up to the offenses they defend&lt;br /&gt;but suffice a hunger for words that cripples more than it mends&lt;br /&gt;i was never yours, i think you knew, i know you know”&lt;br /&gt;but i still believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2871133083894628518?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-2068999706864131524</id><published>2008-03-19T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:43:04.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fear and trust</title><content type='html'>remember&lt;br /&gt;just for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;passion and trust&lt;br /&gt;december&lt;br /&gt;and both of us, trapped&lt;br /&gt;with fear and lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put it away for now&lt;br /&gt;but don't misplace it&lt;br /&gt;take care of it for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;like you do for your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and forever&lt;br /&gt;felt just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;for our minor roles&lt;br /&gt;but december&lt;br /&gt;could bring us together&lt;br /&gt;except no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the day it ended&lt;br /&gt;yes the day it didn't even start&lt;br /&gt;i watched you walk into tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and the way you carried your heart&lt;br /&gt;forever remember december&lt;br /&gt;for it's passion and lust&lt;br /&gt;forever remember december&lt;br /&gt;for what it did to us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2068999706864131524?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2068999706864131524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=2068999706864131524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/2068999706864131524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/2068999706864131524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/fear-and-trust.html' title='fear and trust'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3156848563624214819</id><published>2008-03-07T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:22:38.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiven me</title><content type='html'>the stains &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown to love and hate&lt;br /&gt;still feel as fresh tonight as they ever did&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to resurrect the stories&lt;br /&gt;with the hand that is lying next to them&lt;br /&gt;flush as they watch me grow hoary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know you've never forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;because some how i will never forget&lt;br /&gt;the bottles you've helped me empty&lt;br /&gt;the passion i can finally neglect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still the only one&lt;br /&gt;in this room who has the right to yell&lt;br /&gt;obscenities and predictions of fate&lt;br /&gt;regarding the parents and guardians&lt;br /&gt;of these stains i swear i still hate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3156848563624214819?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3156848563624214819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=3156848563624214819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3156848563624214819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3156848563624214819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgiven-me.html' title='forgiven me'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-6234827195297646607</id><published>2008-03-06T11:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:57:06.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ruined</title><content type='html'>you sounded so good on the phone today&lt;br /&gt;so i just built these scenes around you again&lt;br /&gt;constructions of where i wanted stand&lt;br /&gt;solid but fake and easily broken too&lt;br /&gt;you're perfect from far far away from me&lt;br /&gt;and while i'm holding on you crumble up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;i see you watching me&lt;br /&gt;as you slip through my hands&lt;br /&gt;i see you watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm grinning like a jealous lover would be&lt;br /&gt;gripping things to see how hard i can squeeze&lt;br /&gt;and relying on all these fucked up dreams&lt;br /&gt;you still rip out of the deepest parts of me&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i want to remember anything still&lt;br /&gt;but i'm trying to remember the smell of your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these shirts you've ruined&lt;br /&gt;all these days i've died&lt;br /&gt;all the melted summer nights&lt;br /&gt;all the different tastes i've tried&lt;br /&gt;and you still hold on&lt;br /&gt;all these different times i've lied&lt;br /&gt;i just want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;i see you watching me&lt;br /&gt;as you slip through my hands&lt;br /&gt;i see you watching me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6234827195297646607?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6234827195297646607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=6234827195297646607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6234827195297646607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6234827195297646607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/ruined.html' title='ruined'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-7144012222689410733</id><published>2008-03-05T14:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:13:51.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on</title><content type='html'>all this chaotic innocence&lt;br /&gt;these wings i'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;these things i'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;i'll just try them on for a while&lt;br /&gt;could they ever rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm facing this power of choice&lt;br /&gt;doing what i want tonight&lt;br /&gt;or listening to the solemn voice&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;"hold on, just give it some time&lt;br /&gt;no hold on, and give it some time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i could rush right back in&lt;br /&gt;she's unexpected, some kind of jem&lt;br /&gt;these things i'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;she brings what i'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;could it ever rescue me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm facing this challenge of choice&lt;br /&gt;just do what i want tonight&lt;br /&gt;or listen closely to this solemn voice&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;"and hold on, give it some time&lt;br /&gt;just hold on, just a little more time"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-7144012222689410733?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/7144012222689410733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=7144012222689410733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/7144012222689410733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/7144012222689410733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/hold-on.html' title='hold on'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1214251377199011674</id><published>2008-03-05T14:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:19:28.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>squeeze</title><content type='html'>when you leave me&lt;br /&gt;just wrap your hands around me&lt;br /&gt;but don't squeeze&lt;br /&gt;just let me know you're there&lt;br /&gt;so when i'm free&lt;br /&gt;i will find a way to kiss again&lt;br /&gt;and still breathe&lt;br /&gt;just to let you know i'm there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but what about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is it too far away to touch&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but not about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because it's just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i forget the&lt;br /&gt;parting glances, the second chances&lt;br /&gt;i can't regret all&lt;br /&gt;the times i took them for granted&lt;br /&gt;now i'm running&lt;br /&gt;through the moments i've kept you in&lt;br /&gt;you're so stunning&lt;br /&gt;in every memory that you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but what about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is it too far away to touch&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but not about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because it's just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how flawless you seem from far away&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow just looks like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;don't go now, just stay&lt;br /&gt;how rigid you've grown from day to day&lt;br /&gt;i just want to see you like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;don't go now, i'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but what about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is it too far away to touch&lt;br /&gt;is it just too far to touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1214251377199011674?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1214251377199011674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1214251377199011674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1214251377199011674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1214251377199011674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/squeeze.html' title='squeeze'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-6348782284658161181</id><published>2008-03-04T17:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:34:39.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly</title><content type='html'>i miss the way your voice cracks&lt;br /&gt;when you start to scream at me&lt;br /&gt;i could hold on to all your possibilities&lt;br /&gt;when you drive them through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming on to you slowly&lt;br /&gt;just like death&lt;br /&gt;i want to take every part of you&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;your last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to carry all this weight&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders are strong but too thin&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't find it there to wait&lt;br /&gt;or in you to try it in two trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming on to you slowly&lt;br /&gt;just like death&lt;br /&gt;i want to take every part of you&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;your last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the pulse slow down&lt;br /&gt;i feel the grip release&lt;br /&gt;i see the pale look of silence&lt;br /&gt;when i scream please&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to remember&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to remember&lt;br /&gt;that i can wait forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6348782284658161181?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6348782284658161181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=6348782284658161181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6348782284658161181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6348782284658161181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/slowly.html' title='slowly'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-5305574587657986968</id><published>2008-03-04T17:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:30:48.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sing me love</title><content type='html'>you walked in and stared at me&lt;br /&gt;crying "please forgive me, please"&lt;br /&gt;cause you knew i would, you knew&lt;br /&gt;yes i've got enough pride to swallow&lt;br /&gt;but i know you i can't follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize for not living up to it&lt;br /&gt;ideas of who you could walk over&lt;br /&gt;cause i know you did, i know&lt;br /&gt;but i have what it takes this time&lt;br /&gt;to just smile and sing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of something's left&lt;br /&gt;even if that's true i have to go&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone knows, we know&lt;br /&gt;sing me love, sing me loss&lt;br /&gt;sing me everything that i'll let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i'll let go&lt;br /&gt;that i'll let go&lt;br /&gt;sing me love, sing me loss&lt;br /&gt;sing me everything that i let go&lt;br /&gt;that i just let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5305574587657986968?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/5305574587657986968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=5305574587657986968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5305574587657986968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5305574587657986968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/sing-me-love.html' title='sing me love'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1807664061443243178</id><published>2008-02-27T10:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:31:32.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dark grey pleasure</title><content type='html'>i keep letting go of what i remember&lt;br /&gt;and holding on to these things that i know&lt;br /&gt;but you possess all my strength&lt;br /&gt;yes my breath, my grip, and my soul&lt;br /&gt;this keeps getting better and bigger&lt;br /&gt;the death for the birth of a star&lt;br /&gt;and if i was in a room full of people&lt;br /&gt;i'd just want to know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tossing out numbers and letters&lt;br /&gt;they don't say the same as your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the lights and the darks are forever&lt;br /&gt;it's the greys that tell us our lies&lt;br /&gt;these seconds are fading with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;so pleasure can't know where we are&lt;br /&gt;but if i knew this room full of people&lt;br /&gt;i'd still want to know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to know who you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1807664061443243178?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1807664061443243178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1807664061443243178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1807664061443243178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1807664061443243178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/02/dark-grey-pleasure.html' title='dark grey pleasure'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-6206132708692346778</id><published>2008-02-22T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:55:20.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's alright, it's ok</title><content type='html'>i can't keep touching this place&lt;br /&gt;on a day, like today&lt;br /&gt;i remember how beautiful you could be&lt;br /&gt;to me, like today&lt;br /&gt;but i can't keep touching you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be right there&lt;br /&gt;and stay forever as a memory&lt;br /&gt;like the images of you&lt;br /&gt;that lavender always brings&lt;br /&gt;i see you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't keep looking at you from here&lt;br /&gt;on a night, like tonight&lt;br /&gt;i see the beauty you always seem to have&lt;br /&gt;to me, like tonight&lt;br /&gt;but i can't keep looking at this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's alright, it's ok to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;it's alright, it's ok to start over&lt;br /&gt;is it ok to have never started&lt;br /&gt;if i only had one more day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6206132708692346778?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6206132708692346778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=6206132708692346778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6206132708692346778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6206132708692346778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-alright-its-ok.html' title='it&apos;s alright, it&apos;s ok'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07929523667623709264'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-4817675465766609981</id><published>2008-02-19T15:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:00:55.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>never again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you called me&lt;br /&gt;you're upset&lt;br /&gt;you called to tell me your regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cried to me&lt;br /&gt;apologized&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could look into those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't speak&lt;br /&gt;i breath soft&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's me you've called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold on&lt;br /&gt;to each word&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful lies i've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i miss you every night&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, yes i miss you&lt;br /&gt;and i will never love you the same again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-4817675465766609981?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/4817675465766609981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=4817675465766609981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/4817675465766609981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching you move around in here&lt;br /&gt;so wounded and with so much quiet pain&lt;br /&gt;and now all the lonely things i gave you&lt;br /&gt;have found their way to the ground and broken&lt;br /&gt;i know it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else, yeah what else can i do&lt;br /&gt;i will be here til the end again, you know it&lt;br /&gt;what else, yeah what else can i do here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the liveliest thing that i've seen in days&lt;br /&gt;smoke dancing off of a burning cherry&lt;br /&gt;from the end of one of your clove cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;slowly dying in the ashtray without you&lt;br /&gt;i know it's you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1197806508045143890?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3480355162896603513</id><published>2008-02-06T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:23:13.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;she said 'you don't understand me,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think you ever have before&lt;br /&gt;i'm a princess without a castle&lt;br /&gt;i'm a heart without a soul&lt;br /&gt;i'm beautiful with no one to see'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said 'what the hell is that supposed to mean&lt;br /&gt;just tell me what you mean'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiled and whispered&lt;br /&gt;'i have always wanted to tell you&lt;br /&gt;all these words that i've said&lt;br /&gt;when you were not around to hear&lt;br /&gt;but honesty's addicted to never coming out&lt;br /&gt;at least i never cheated'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said 'what the hell is that supposed to mean&lt;br /&gt;just tell me what you mean&lt;br /&gt;you need prince and not a king&lt;br /&gt;words to every song you sing&lt;br /&gt;someone to hold you everytime you breathe&lt;br /&gt;or you just don't need me'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3480355162896603513?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3480355162896603513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=3480355162896603513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3480355162896603513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the great idea of pursuit and conquer&lt;br /&gt;thinning my blood by the spoon fulls&lt;br /&gt;each time your eyes caught mine again&lt;br /&gt;while my heart dies to eight beats a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god i'm unpredictable in this breeze of time&lt;br /&gt;where the next move could be my last&lt;br /&gt;a sea of envisioned reactions flood my eyes&lt;br /&gt;yet i never birth the opportunity to test one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i wanted to try, i wanted to try&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-8386170687817996938?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/8386170687817996938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3617815330737392088</id><published>2008-01-31T16:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:03:32.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>am i still alive</title><content type='html'>when you try&lt;br /&gt;you always try to be so hard&lt;br /&gt;just to keep things easy on you now&lt;br /&gt;when you cry&lt;br /&gt;you always like to pull that card&lt;br /&gt;and it keeps things easy on you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm easy on you&lt;br /&gt;i'm easy on you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll always be that&lt;br /&gt;while i'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll always be that&lt;br /&gt;while i'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you move&lt;br /&gt;side to side yes now up to down&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to miss you again now&lt;br /&gt;then i prove&lt;br /&gt;i'm weaker if you're not around&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to miss you again now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i miss you again&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm missing you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are everything i wanted&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll always be that&lt;br /&gt;while i'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;was i anything you wanted&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll always be that&lt;br /&gt;while i'll still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3617815330737392088?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3617815330737392088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-2172623276445749511</id><published>2008-01-30T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:19:12.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>champion</title><content type='html'>i'm useless at drinking&lt;br /&gt;but a champion when sinking&lt;br /&gt;since i've been letting you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being so scared&lt;br /&gt;tight gripped and white haired&lt;br /&gt;when i touch the things you steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's alright to tell you why&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember when you said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;but i'm holding on to the direction you waved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fascination of nights&lt;br /&gt;dark corners and black lights&lt;br /&gt;since i've been letting you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me one more time&lt;br /&gt;from pictures that aren't mine&lt;br /&gt;yes, i still touch the things you steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of being people you can't love&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's alright to tell you why&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember when you said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;but i'm holding on to the direction you waved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2172623276445749511?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2172623276445749511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=2172623276445749511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/2172623276445749511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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screams&lt;br /&gt;the dust covered unlover i've lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not a sound, you're not around&lt;br /&gt;feels like the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;all of my fears have followed me here&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm home to stay&lt;br /&gt;but this quiet insight is still too bright&lt;br /&gt;to bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;can i be saved&lt;br /&gt;by the daylight coming&lt;br /&gt;cold sheet&lt;br /&gt;next to my thigh&lt;br /&gt;soft breaths used to breathe&lt;br /&gt;narrow dreams&lt;br /&gt;or a vision i still see&lt;br /&gt;am i asleep or can you see me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6243913503047303591?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6243913503047303591/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;last night i was disgusted by you&lt;br /&gt;and i still had hardened feelings when we touched&lt;br /&gt;let's see how far i can run now&lt;br /&gt;because i know one day i'll turn around&lt;br /&gt;the horizon will be sky on land, a sunset&lt;br /&gt;and i'll remember it forever&lt;br /&gt;because it'll be the last time i wanted to see you coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1955884260174784742?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1955884260174784742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1955884260174784742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fall in love some how&lt;br /&gt;i want you to play them for me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now baby, if you'd just slow down a little&lt;br /&gt;i could look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen you around this town for sometime now&lt;br /&gt;but i keep looking for those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've backed up to this corner&lt;br /&gt;we've held out our hands&lt;br /&gt;i could scream i love you loud&lt;br /&gt;yes, i could play it for you now&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;some how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but baby, if you'd just slow down a while&lt;br /&gt;i could stare into those eyes&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen you around now not this time, no&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanted to say good-bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some how... if i could&lt;br /&gt;i would play it all for you now&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br 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