<?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-23321582</id><updated>2012-01-26T01:45:20.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yougotmewriting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-6200974794225624184</id><published>2011-08-02T06:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T06:13:55.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet seduction</title><content type='html'>Mesmerizing eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glossy lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rocks to the beat of her own drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every sway in her hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But open about her sexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality that’ll drive anyone wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm that’ll make anyone smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest seduction you’ll ever encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body of a goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With devilish features&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s like a forbidden fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That looks so sweet that you just have to have a piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sinks her teeth into your neck so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakening your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melting your body with every word she speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re reaching a peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she rubs your body so seductively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching your belly button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your back arches anxiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading your legs apart as she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliver soft kisses to your inner thigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes rolling back as she massages your special place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s ready for a taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking you into ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biting your lip passionately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tears fill your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orgasms has taken place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she isn’t done yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs trembling to the point where you damn near can’t feel them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the walls trying to take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moans sounding short of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ask you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lay exhausted, sheets soaked and pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling as you mumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some more please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ease your way into it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That experience was so great that you want to feel it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-6200974794225624184?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6200974794225624184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=6200974794225624184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/6200974794225624184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/6200974794225624184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweet-seduction.html' title='sweet seduction'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-125538571322237418</id><published>2011-01-28T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:49:20.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting Love</title><content type='html'>I gave you all of me&lt;br /&gt;with no fear nor regret&lt;br /&gt;loved you unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;even after knowing you weren't worthy of that&lt;br /&gt;wore my heart on my sleeve and you ripped it off like an old piece of clothing&lt;br /&gt;day dreaming about when you used to hold me&lt;br /&gt;tears filling my eyes as I try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;the pain of love hurts&lt;br /&gt;I can not lie&lt;br /&gt;still searching my mind trying to find a solution as to why&lt;br /&gt;why would you hurt someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;no, I'm not perfect nor do I strive to be&lt;br /&gt;but I gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;I even loved you when you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;how the hell can that be?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's,that control you had over me&lt;br /&gt;feared being without you so I didn't know how to act around you&lt;br /&gt;I was at your beck and call&lt;br /&gt;wanted your seal of approval so I was careful not to fail&lt;br /&gt;hoping love would prevail but that shit just got stale&lt;br /&gt;the tension, the hate, the unnessecary arguments and debates&lt;br /&gt;did not but prolong a relationship that was past it's expiration date&lt;br /&gt;I know it's too late to take back the hate&lt;br /&gt;but if I could turn back the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;I would have just let go&lt;br /&gt;no love is worth the pain it stores in you&lt;br /&gt;moving on, that's so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;your trust level, it's back at zero too&lt;br /&gt;now I'm confined to myself&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing I can do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-125538571322237418?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/125538571322237418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=125538571322237418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/125538571322237418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/125538571322237418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2011/01/hurting-love.html' title='Hurting Love'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-3599262333834319</id><published>2010-03-23T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:01:27.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life pt 2</title><content type='html'>Life is just so strange&lt;br /&gt;you try to advance but you're always pulled the other way&lt;br /&gt;they say it'll get better&lt;br /&gt;but I'm tired of living through the storm and this whether&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is on the mainline but it's busy on my end&lt;br /&gt;constantly hearing I'm living a life full of sin&lt;br /&gt;but wait&lt;br /&gt;didn't Jesus die on the cross for our sins&lt;br /&gt;then they wonder why I stay drinking gin&lt;br /&gt;negative remarks and mostly from my next of kin&lt;br /&gt;drunken thoughts and suicidal notes&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;this life shit just isn't a joke&lt;br /&gt;and when I go off &lt;br /&gt;people say I'm doing the most&lt;br /&gt;but this is my life please let me be the host&lt;br /&gt;why are you in my life serving&lt;br /&gt;hoping I'll let you co-host&lt;br /&gt;I came in this world alone&lt;br /&gt;this is a one woman show&lt;br /&gt;please don't take offense&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stating the obvious&lt;br /&gt;if you worry more about yourself&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't take this as a diss&lt;br /&gt;better yet &lt;br /&gt;take this as a dish&lt;br /&gt;for when you're at my house trying to serve up your favorite dish&lt;br /&gt;you know the drama, gossip and other bullshit&lt;br /&gt;please don't think I'm being a bitch&lt;br /&gt;I'm just confronting some of your childish-ness&lt;br /&gt;Now next time you want to know something about me, ask me&lt;br /&gt;because like I keep saying &lt;br /&gt;no one knows Patrice better than me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-3599262333834319?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3599262333834319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=3599262333834319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/3599262333834319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/3599262333834319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-pt-2.html' title='Life pt 2'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-8680581615894418758</id><published>2010-02-25T16:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:08:50.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: Part 1</title><content type='html'>I’ve cried my last tear&lt;br /&gt;I’m done trying to fix it&lt;br /&gt;What we once had is left in the distant&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in the past&lt;br /&gt;Too lost to find the future&lt;br /&gt;Why keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Why sacrifice my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Why work on something that is constantly hitting a flat line&lt;br /&gt;You aren’t appreciative of it anyway&lt;br /&gt;If you were my heart wouldn’t bleed with so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re constantly picking and poking at the cut&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to give up&lt;br /&gt;Time to let go&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much &lt;br /&gt;But I love me much more&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are so tore&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Either I can be miserable with you&lt;br /&gt;Or lost without you&lt;br /&gt;This love thing&lt;br /&gt;Is just an ongoing battle&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;But my body is getting weak&lt;br /&gt;And I still don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll find out when I write a part 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-8680581615894418758?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8680581615894418758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=8680581615894418758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/8680581615894418758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/8680581615894418758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-part-1.html' title='Lost: Part 1'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-1067067525791023019</id><published>2009-12-18T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:30:11.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Drained</title><content type='html'>Dazed and confused&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at the stuff I've allowed you to put me through&lt;br /&gt;Walking a thin line&lt;br /&gt;Trying to survive&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to see this through&lt;br /&gt;Is this my future&lt;br /&gt; Is this my fate&lt;br /&gt;Is this my last and final mate&lt;br /&gt;Before I settle I need some answers&lt;br /&gt;Love it pain &lt;br /&gt;But I want an easier battle &lt;br /&gt;My mind is rattled&lt;br /&gt;And you're still the same &lt;br /&gt;Why am I asking questions&lt;br /&gt;When you're the one to blame for my mind going insane&lt;br /&gt;Broken promises&lt;br /&gt;Stolen dreams&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to hope but my pride is constantly snatched away from me&lt;br /&gt;Robbed of my emotional being &lt;br /&gt;Seeing, hearing, watching my soul collapse &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, this love this just isn’t for me&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I’m too vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;Dazed &lt;br /&gt;And emotionally drained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-1067067525791023019?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1067067525791023019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=1067067525791023019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/1067067525791023019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/1067067525791023019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/12/emotionally-drained.html' title='Emotionally Drained'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-8889550133871750437</id><published>2009-09-29T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:55:14.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking back the streets</title><content type='html'>I tried to deliver a message&lt;br /&gt;With no rage, anger, or lost of temper&lt;br /&gt;But I’m tired of being ignored&lt;br /&gt;If we don’t restore our youth&lt;br /&gt;Their future will be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to sit back and watch them waste away&lt;br /&gt;I demand we get involved right now today&lt;br /&gt;Let your voice be heard&lt;br /&gt;Scream it to the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;The ones that we bury&lt;br /&gt;Are someone sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, grand kids, cousins, and friends&lt;br /&gt;But we continue to live life after like theirs never began&lt;br /&gt;When does it stop?&lt;br /&gt;Where does the tragedy end?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but worry about the future of these kids&lt;br /&gt;The future of my kin&lt;br /&gt;What about my nieces and nephews&lt;br /&gt;Are they suppose to stay in&lt;br /&gt;To keep them from violence they’re not involved in&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, we’re taking the streets back&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not talking about a race war&lt;br /&gt;Cause this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t about being black&lt;br /&gt;This is about being human and lives being snatched away&lt;br /&gt;What good is a future, if our youth is being washed away?&lt;br /&gt;Murder murder, kill kill is what seems to appeal&lt;br /&gt;We’re letting murderers run our streets&lt;br /&gt;While we’re footing the bill&lt;br /&gt;Who’s going to stand and say no more?&lt;br /&gt;My people come on&lt;br /&gt;I’m not bury any of my youth no more&lt;br /&gt;Let’s give them a life they can enjoy….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-8889550133871750437?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8889550133871750437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=8889550133871750437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/8889550133871750437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/8889550133871750437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-back-streets.html' title='Taking back the streets'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-7552828394881821133</id><published>2009-07-22T15:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:19:03.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The streets</title><content type='html'>what's going on with my people&lt;br /&gt;Either they're selling the drugs or they're one with needle&lt;br /&gt;Filling up jails and keeping funeral homes with good sales&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to tell that we had people who fought for our rights&lt;br /&gt;Gave their life so we can have a chance at a good life&lt;br /&gt;But is it that we're so used to being down, that’s where most choose to stay&lt;br /&gt;Everything negative seem to work for them day by day&lt;br /&gt;What about our youth, is it to late to save?&lt;br /&gt;They're killing them off or training them to be the killers&lt;br /&gt;They're not knowing better because the street can bring them some nice figures&lt;br /&gt;Buy them some nice rims&lt;br /&gt;Going to school rocking the latest timbs&lt;br /&gt;Not caring about what the teacher have to say&lt;br /&gt;They'll continue to make their money the fast way&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of turning on the news seeing our kids waste away&lt;br /&gt;hurting my feelingsBecause it was someone so innocent&lt;br /&gt;A future doctor, lawyer, or politician&lt;br /&gt;Who knew their future would end in an instant&lt;br /&gt;We need to put our ears to the streets&lt;br /&gt;Stop and listen&lt;br /&gt;They're crying out for help&lt;br /&gt;But who's going to pay attention?&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to save our kids&lt;br /&gt;we can't depend on anyone else when we're not willing lending a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Wait (weight) broke the bridge down and many people drowned&lt;br /&gt;same scenario&lt;br /&gt;just a different background&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of crying&lt;br /&gt;Tired of losing our young men and women to senseless violence&lt;br /&gt;Asking the question why&lt;br /&gt;But we’re only hearing “I guess they were at the wrong place at the wrong time”&lt;br /&gt;Well, where’s the right place to be?&lt;br /&gt;I’m just not getting it&lt;br /&gt;Someone please inform me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it’s safe to be&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m tired of our kids going down the wrong street&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of seeing our younger generation suffer because they’re hanging with the wrong crowd&lt;br /&gt;it’s a damn shame that most of our role models are gang bangers and drug dealers now&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but to fear for my life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to die before I have much success in life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to die before I become someone’s wife&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to die before I give a child life&lt;br /&gt;Think about it…….&lt;br /&gt;The streets that we walk on are the same ones a body’s being chalked on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-7552828394881821133?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7552828394881821133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=7552828394881821133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/7552828394881821133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/7552828394881821133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/07/streets.html' title='The streets'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-8681423327647106814</id><published>2009-07-05T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:29:55.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sexuality tripping</title><content type='html'>WOW, people that pressed over same sex marriage&lt;br /&gt;They don’t rave that much about people and their stealing&lt;br /&gt;People and their killings&lt;br /&gt;Child molesting or racial dealings&lt;br /&gt;But you’re protesting, stopping and trying to ruining the lives of human beings&lt;br /&gt;Being gay is not a choice&lt;br /&gt;And being straight can’t be forced&lt;br /&gt;Love is love regardless of the parties involved&lt;br /&gt;Just because you complain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean the homosexual percentage would fall&lt;br /&gt;Just because you tell us we can’t get married &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homosexuality&lt;/span&gt; will dissolve&lt;br /&gt;So the point you’re trying to prove is pointless to us&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy in my skin, trust&lt;br /&gt;Trust and believe we embrace the derogatory things you say&lt;br /&gt;Dyke and fag to us is like “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;” in the black community&lt;br /&gt;Meant to hurt us, degrade us, and make us feel like we’re less than others&lt;br /&gt;Throw the bible at us&lt;br /&gt;Tell us we’re going hell&lt;br /&gt;Lock us up in cell&lt;br /&gt;Give us an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;But you have to be crazy if you think we’re going to listen to you&lt;br /&gt;This is my life so what is it to you&lt;br /&gt;Life is way to short to be worrying about what other people do&lt;br /&gt;Who I lay with at night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have any affect on you&lt;br /&gt;But obviously it do&lt;br /&gt;Your selfishness&lt;br /&gt;Your hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t affect me or who I date&lt;br /&gt;Your closed mine is fine with me&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one upset not me&lt;br /&gt;You’re mad because my better half is a she?&lt;br /&gt;You’re mad because I love her and she loves me?&lt;br /&gt;You’re mad because it’s another woman that completes me?&lt;br /&gt;But just because you’re mad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t justify you judging me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-8681423327647106814?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8681423327647106814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=8681423327647106814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/8681423327647106814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/8681423327647106814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/07/sexuality-tripping.html' title='sexuality tripping'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-3665804440109535138</id><published>2009-06-30T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:26:01.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting away</title><content type='html'>I open my eyes you're 3 steps away,&lt;br /&gt;I take a step forward and you back further away&lt;br /&gt;I run towards you and you just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Here on earth is where I thought you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;I ask god everyday&lt;br /&gt;Why did he take my granny away&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't question him&lt;br /&gt;But someone needs to explain&lt;br /&gt;Why you’re drifting away&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you to go&lt;br /&gt;Just come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Please god, I beg of you&lt;br /&gt;To give my granny back to me&lt;br /&gt;With all the tears that I cry&lt;br /&gt;With all the pain that lives inside&lt;br /&gt;I need someone that understand me&lt;br /&gt;I need my granny, for she was the light of me&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m weak&lt;br /&gt;Can barely think&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how things could be&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be close to her&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel her touch&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to understand&lt;br /&gt;That I love her so much&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything&lt;br /&gt;Just to get a moment with her&lt;br /&gt;My soul hurts so badly with every thought I have of her&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can only dream of this&lt;br /&gt;So that’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;I hope the day we meet again&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be proud of me too&lt;br /&gt;I love, miss, and honor you&lt;br /&gt;And I know u in a better place&lt;br /&gt;So go on granny take your rest&lt;br /&gt;Just save me a space for when I come home to lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Irene Norwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-3665804440109535138?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3665804440109535138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=3665804440109535138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/3665804440109535138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/3665804440109535138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/06/drifting-away.html' title='Drifting away'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-4058209564855525316</id><published>2009-03-31T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:26:50.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life's battle</title><content type='html'>Life's battle is something we have to deal with&lt;br /&gt;We can't ignore it, acknowledge it&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known that we know our own struggles&lt;br /&gt;Life's battle is something everyone goes through&lt;br /&gt;You may be going through more than someone else&lt;br /&gt;But remember there are those that go through more than you&lt;br /&gt;We as humans don't know our own strength&lt;br /&gt;If we couldn't defeat the obstacles of life they wouldn't be put in our way&lt;br /&gt;Don't step over your problems and expect them to go away&lt;br /&gt;Face them, then embrace them&lt;br /&gt;Let them know you have the power to beat them&lt;br /&gt;Instead of beating yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Drinking and drug use in only temporary relief &lt;br /&gt;Run towards your problem don't run from them&lt;br /&gt;Just learn from them&lt;br /&gt;You're put on this earth for a reason and to serve a purpose&lt;br /&gt;Life's purpose isn't for everything to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;If it was there will be no purpose&lt;br /&gt;We have to go through battles to know the true meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;If we had no worries there would be forever lasting life&lt;br /&gt;We have to lose a life to gain a life&lt;br /&gt;If we don't lose a life we can't gain a life&lt;br /&gt;This means basically there wouldn't be a life to live&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gave his life for us&lt;br /&gt;We have to give our life for someone else&lt;br /&gt;So live your life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;Live it to the best of your ability&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your problems win&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end its still you that have top deal with those problems over and over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-4058209564855525316?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4058209564855525316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=4058209564855525316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/4058209564855525316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/4058209564855525316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-battle.html' title='life&apos;s battle'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-6059021230318739100</id><published>2009-03-27T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:23:55.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished</title><content type='html'>Pain suppresses me&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly to let my heart breathe&lt;br /&gt;No ability to protect me as my heart bleeds internally&lt;br /&gt;Struggling with feelings I'm wondering how I endured&lt;br /&gt;Trying to concur the concept of love but I keep falling through a trap door&lt;br /&gt;Another failure as I'm unsuccessful with love once more&lt;br /&gt;Pain erupting and shooting through my heart like lava out of a volcano&lt;br /&gt;Burning my soul&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing my stability&lt;br /&gt;Possibly affecting me mentally&lt;br /&gt;Ripping me emotionally&lt;br /&gt;If love takes a toll on you like this&lt;br /&gt;Why is it even in existence?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that we claim love without knowing the right definition&lt;br /&gt;Falling for someone who isn’t even suppose to be a love interest&lt;br /&gt;Damn, now we’re left with hurt feelings&lt;br /&gt;No closure to heal them&lt;br /&gt;Stressed and depressed trying to deal with them&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn’t for this thing called love we wouldn’t be in this situation&lt;br /&gt;Where we saying to another human “we hate them”&lt;br /&gt;Wish we could go back erase and never date them&lt;br /&gt;But in all reality we should really thank them&lt;br /&gt;Now we know the consequences of what happens if we leave our hearts open&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-6059021230318739100?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6059021230318739100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=6059021230318739100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/6059021230318739100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/6059021230318739100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/unfinished.html' title='Unfinished'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-2145930527564807385</id><published>2009-03-24T19:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:55:39.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touches</title><content type='html'>Simply awaiting your validation for some sexual fornication&lt;br /&gt;Ready to tempt your temptation&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss all the places&lt;br /&gt;That'll have your legs shaking, heart racing, back aching&lt;br /&gt;I want to mark your body with tattoos of my kisses&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm your genie ready to grant all your wishes&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes first I want to take you to a special place&lt;br /&gt;Its me and you there, for everything else in your memory right now is erased&lt;br /&gt;Your body is my target place&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sure every ounce of it is safe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not god but I can take you to that higher place&lt;br /&gt;Have you on cloud nine like the temptation say&lt;br /&gt;You got me going in circles, yeah let that Luther play&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of your moans is like music to my ears&lt;br /&gt;Every encounter with your body reduce all my fears&lt;br /&gt;Subliminal messages from your heart to mine&lt;br /&gt;Indirectly stating you're all mine&lt;br /&gt;I want to get you so excite that when your body erupt with pleasure, you'll have a heavenly sighting&lt;br /&gt;That'll make tears fall from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Its not only your body I want to make love to your mind&lt;br /&gt;That way when I cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;You'll get that tingle in your spine&lt;br /&gt;That'll remind you of this moment in time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-2145930527564807385?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2145930527564807385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=2145930527564807385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/2145930527564807385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/2145930527564807385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/touches.html' title='Touches'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-2213923953923770239</id><published>2009-03-19T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:56:34.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For you</title><content type='html'>interesting conversations with intimate speculations&lt;br /&gt;anticipating our transformation into deeper relations &lt;br /&gt;no love deprivation as we enter into a new journey of more spiritual commitment &lt;br /&gt;our attraction goes way beyond physical appearance,&lt;br /&gt;our minds, bodies, and souls connect like its our obligation &lt;br /&gt;I'm insinuating that you're my destination&lt;br /&gt;finally exclusive with so much definition &lt;br /&gt;transitioned my feeling into yours with no regret&lt;br /&gt;and you return the favor with no neglect&lt;br /&gt;either this love is real or god's putting us through a test&lt;br /&gt;whatever the case may be&lt;br /&gt;your presence is like a breath a fresh air I can't wait to breath &lt;br /&gt;now I'm trapped in by the texture of your heart being so warm to me &lt;br /&gt;images of us together drives me so insane that I wish my mind was a camera so I can take a picture and have it framed &lt;br /&gt;your personality enlightens me &lt;br /&gt;your voice excites me&lt;br /&gt;your determination enthuse me &lt;br /&gt;your generosity soothes me&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful &lt;br /&gt;wonderful &lt;br /&gt;with a soul of gold&lt;br /&gt;with qualities like that my heart was sold&lt;br /&gt;Whenever&lt;br /&gt;Where ever&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you desire&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give it to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one supplier &lt;br /&gt;I'm your realier&lt;br /&gt;And secrectly you're my ghost writer&lt;br /&gt;Everyline I spit&lt;br /&gt;You inspire&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I admire&lt;br /&gt;The one who puts a flame to my fire&lt;br /&gt;The one who takes me higher&lt;br /&gt;My lover, my friend, and my future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-2213923953923770239?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2213923953923770239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=2213923953923770239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/2213923953923770239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/2213923953923770239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-conversations-with-intimate.html' title='For you'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-2696677202584485394</id><published>2009-03-18T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:53:17.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me love you</title><content type='html'>Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;And embrace how you came become one from two&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is all I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I do it for you&lt;br /&gt;Its the little things about you that keeps me smiling&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about you has my heart pounding&lt;br /&gt;Anxiously wanting you here with me right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting the second, minutes and hours you're not around&lt;br /&gt;Just the mere mention of your name turns my day around&lt;br /&gt;Heaven must've sent your love to me&lt;br /&gt;You're an angel now spread your wings&lt;br /&gt;And shower me with drips of love&lt;br /&gt;Tell me no one will intervene with this thing we call love&lt;br /&gt;Put your all into me&lt;br /&gt;I put my all into you&lt;br /&gt;You and me become we&lt;br /&gt;You're my star shinning in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You're my light making the day bright&lt;br /&gt;You're my life I feed off to live&lt;br /&gt;Its for you anything I'm willing to give&lt;br /&gt;Loving you this hard is something I never thought I'll do&lt;br /&gt;But its gotten to the point where I'm not only wanting but needing you&lt;br /&gt;Together forever is how I see me and you&lt;br /&gt;With a bond so strong that nothing but death can keep me from you&lt;br /&gt;Til death do us part&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to say I do and take on the responsibility of becoming the other half of you&lt;br /&gt;Only to you my love is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-2696677202584485394?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2696677202584485394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=2696677202584485394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/2696677202584485394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/2696677202584485394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-love-you.html' title='Let me love you'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-1643154144193700258</id><published>2009-03-18T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:13:53.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>I been doing some thinking&lt;br /&gt;Ones comprehension is really peaking&lt;br /&gt;Seeking love in all the wrong places&lt;br /&gt;Secret love with all the wrong faces&lt;br /&gt;Distant love with no return penetration&lt;br /&gt;Clouded emotions with so much termination&lt;br /&gt;Determination turned into bitter sensation&lt;br /&gt;With love I've hit my final destination&lt;br /&gt;Compromising with myself to love me more&lt;br /&gt;Balance it on a scale and get an even score&lt;br /&gt;Hit in the heart again&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm losing once more&lt;br /&gt;Trying to gain mobility&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a possibility&lt;br /&gt;For me to get a victory&lt;br /&gt;Success with love needs to be branded on me&lt;br /&gt;So passionate about becoming a better me&lt;br /&gt;But does becoming a better me means get rid of he?&lt;br /&gt;Does becoming a better me means get rid of she?&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wish there was somebody to answer me&lt;br /&gt;Need a solution before wrong love take over me&lt;br /&gt;GOT IT&lt;br /&gt;I'll let u out of my heart, lock it, and swallow the key&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-1643154144193700258?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1643154144193700258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=1643154144193700258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/1643154144193700258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/1643154144193700258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-8400425855741170077</id><published>2009-03-18T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:38:09.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart 2 Heart</title><content type='html'>Day by day I pray for better-ness&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it ends with bitter-ness&lt;br /&gt;Short days, long nights&lt;br /&gt;Crying tears and struggling to fight&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;With stress taking over my brain&lt;br /&gt;My pain isn’t physically done&lt;br /&gt;But mentally I’m insane&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally I’m a wrack&lt;br /&gt;Just look at my life it’s a mess&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have to live this way?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have to take this internal pain?&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I feel why should I give up?&lt;br /&gt;I got so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;So many goals to meet&lt;br /&gt;Smiling everyday but there’s really no happiness in me&lt;br /&gt;Fake it until I make it is enough motivation for me&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is believing and a lot of people have really showed their demons&lt;br /&gt;Hateful word play from people who supposedly care about me&lt;br /&gt;Negative feedback from the ones who supposedly love me&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with this is hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Can’t ignore but I have a special storage in my brain for it&lt;br /&gt;Left my heart open and the results was “it’s destroyed”&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces hoping to “restore” it&lt;br /&gt;Mold it back into one piece&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it up in my arms and just hold onto to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-8400425855741170077?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-114160048281737259</id><published>2006-03-05T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:30:20.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Why do you judge me on my sexuality?&lt;br /&gt;Why not my personality or other qualities?&lt;br /&gt;Does my love for someone of the same sex downplay my intelligence?&lt;br /&gt;Does our public display of affection make you opinionated?&lt;br /&gt;Does the thought of us being intimate make you feel YOU have sinned?&lt;br /&gt;Does the possibility of our love being a success make you cringe?&lt;br /&gt;Does an unpredictable emotion make you offended?&lt;br /&gt;Does the states that accept and welcome same sex marriage make you feel unappreciated?&lt;br /&gt;Does my significant other who happens to be a she make my conversation less interesting?&lt;br /&gt;Do the words in the bible make you lost and confused?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the views of America that has you screwed?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that you date someone of the opposite sex that make you prude?&lt;br /&gt;Is it your inner ignorance that makes you rude?&lt;br /&gt;Is it my comfort that makes you cruel?&lt;br /&gt;Is it my un-confidentiality that makes you less enthused?&lt;br /&gt;Is it my prediction of my soul mate that makes you give off so much hate?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that jealousy has taken over your mind state?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that you envy me?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that you wish you could be as open as me?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that your destiny is the same as me?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be your obligation to other people that make you disrespect me?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the HEAVEN or HELL thing?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that you think my lifestyle is inappropriate?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that you think my orientation make me less likely to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be what attracts me that make u wish I don’t succeed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-114160048281737259?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/114160048281737259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=114160048281737259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/114160048281737259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/114160048281737259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-some-of-my-thoughts.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23321582.post-114135155559806159</id><published>2006-03-02T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:25:59.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>Whats up? I created this blog to display my poetry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23321582-114135155559806159?l=yougotmewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/feeds/114135155559806159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23321582&amp;postID=114135155559806159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/114135155559806159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23321582/posts/default/114135155559806159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yougotmewriting.blogspot.com/2006/03/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>PoetressFloetic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160470862429318572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mlyrexRMC0/SvC87L36JlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/o4L4awsNMKo/S220/Poetress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
