<?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-2377844478291130502</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:01:32.472+03:00</updated><category term='enemies'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Future'/><category term='love'/><category term='envy'/><category term='stray'/><category term='Sound'/><category term='TEXT MESSAGE'/><title type='text'>Seriously Poetic</title><subtitle type='html'>For the love of poetry.
For the love of written words.
For the love of words that mean what i want.
This is for love and the love of poetry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-4024062187365894386</id><published>2010-03-18T17:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:50:52.790+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sound'/><title type='text'>Sound</title><content type='html'>Swish swish,&lt;br /&gt;Thats the sound of my son playing with a stringed toy in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Vrrrrm,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a vehicle driving past the street under me. &lt;br /&gt;I love the sounds around me.&lt;br /&gt;They put me to sleep wen am angry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peep peep&lt;br /&gt;A mad driving coz am crossing the road slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Nkt&lt;br /&gt;The sound of someone irritated.&lt;br /&gt;This city is full of them,&lt;br /&gt;Sounds that say we aren't happy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bt my favourite sound of all time,&lt;br /&gt;Is my son asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Coz he snores and laughs almost at the same time. And turns when somehow he realizes i was watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-4024062187365894386?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/4024062187365894386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=4024062187365894386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/4024062187365894386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/4024062187365894386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2010/03/sound.html' title='Sound'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-3903755754830116340</id><published>2010-03-10T21:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:43:53.343+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enemies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>I am my own worst enemy</title><content type='html'>I am my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;My own tears burn streaks down my face,&lt;br /&gt;I never had to touch my own skin,&lt;br /&gt;But now am scrubbing my own back,&lt;br /&gt;And rubbing my own feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my own worst enemy,&lt;br /&gt;I can't even give myself advice,&lt;br /&gt;I never make up my mind, &lt;br /&gt;I always make the worst choices,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my own worst enemy,&lt;br /&gt;I broke my own heart,&lt;br /&gt;I knew i loved you, &lt;br /&gt;Then walked out and ripped my own heart in two,&lt;br /&gt;I am my worst enemy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-3903755754830116340?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/3903755754830116340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=3903755754830116340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/3903755754830116340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/3903755754830116340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-my-own-worst-enemy.html' title='I am my own worst enemy'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-1703506736603549259</id><published>2010-01-29T09:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:43:32.121+03:00</updated><title type='text'>my rib</title><content type='html'>this rib i got fits me just right,&lt;br /&gt;just enough wierd to make me just right,&lt;br /&gt;just enough of you to make me your type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it lets you know my heart before i speak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes you privy to my thoughts before i speak,&lt;br /&gt;it lets you know the kind of things i would like,&lt;br /&gt;it makes you see just what would make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this rib, my blue print at creation,&lt;br /&gt;that's why my feet fit right into yours,&lt;br /&gt;that;s my head comes right under yours,&lt;br /&gt;that's why my hands into yours,&lt;br /&gt;and that's why am all yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-1703506736603549259?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/1703506736603549259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=1703506736603549259' title='0 Comments'/><link 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weeks without you, &lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to take it now, &lt;br /&gt;You will always have business trips,&lt;br /&gt;You will always leave me for weeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say i miss you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to get over it,&lt;br /&gt;Am used to not hearing your voice, &lt;br /&gt;Am used to not hearing you laugh at my jokes,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two weeks is long enough for things to change.&lt;br /&gt;Am still your baby thats true, &lt;br /&gt;But for two weeks i can't miss you everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-7796227201505330855?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/7796227201505330855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=7796227201505330855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/7796227201505330855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/7796227201505330855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/12/2weeks.html' title='2weeks'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-4386451298866850120</id><published>2009-12-12T22:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:45:34.225+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envy'/><title type='text'>Cut it off</title><content type='html'>If your arm itchy and restless about something not yours &lt;br /&gt;If your eye peeking and unhappy about your life &lt;br /&gt;If your tongue spews out words you don't mean to say &lt;br /&gt;Cut it off and be without it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;What good is a body part you cannot control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your lover strays and makes you get aids &lt;br /&gt;If your friend stabs you right in the back&lt;br /&gt;If your brother takes away what is rightfully yours &lt;br /&gt;Cut him off and be without him anymore&lt;br /&gt;What good is someone that takes away from your joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-4386451298866850120?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/4386451298866850120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=4386451298866850120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/4386451298866850120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/4386451298866850120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/12/cut-it-off.html' title='Cut it off'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-8377884175867020919</id><published>2009-12-10T13:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:13:33.136+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEXT MESSAGE'/><title type='text'>I had you on my mind</title><content type='html'>I had you on my mind all afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in class staring blankly at the blackboard  &lt;br /&gt;I thought about you &lt;br /&gt;I wondered what you might be up to&lt;br /&gt;I thought about who might be with you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had you on my mind all night&lt;br /&gt;I lay in bed thinking of you  &lt;br /&gt;I thought that you'd probably still be at your desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had you on my mind when i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams i saw you&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my bed next to you&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the smell of you &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had you on my mind this morning &lt;br /&gt;Feels like i spent all day with you &lt;br /&gt;Day dreaming about you all afternoon &lt;br /&gt;Sleeping next to you in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;I had you on my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-8377884175867020919?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/8377884175867020919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=8377884175867020919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/8377884175867020919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/8377884175867020919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-you-on-my-mind.html' title='I had you on my mind'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-8864500826246401933</id><published>2009-12-10T13:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:02:20.779+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're gone</title><content type='html'>While you are here i want none of you&lt;br /&gt;While you are here i can't bare to look at you  &lt;br /&gt;While you are here i am always mad at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absence does make the heart grow fonder,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you since i know you left&lt;br /&gt;Today i have you on my screen saver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about love that turns people into mash&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to be mad for days &lt;br /&gt;Now i can never keep it up for an hour &lt;br /&gt;Leave me,let me be&lt;br /&gt;Let me return to who i used to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-8864500826246401933?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/8864500826246401933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=8864500826246401933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/8864500826246401933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/8864500826246401933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-youre-gone.html' title='When you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-21117810142380021</id><published>2009-12-06T19:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:31:19.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You-inspired by wamathai</title><content type='html'>I've known you since you were in high school,&lt;br /&gt;I loved you even when you'd lost your tooth.&lt;br /&gt;I want you,don't act a fool.&lt;br /&gt;So listen this is what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;I want to bite you&lt;br /&gt;I want to get inside of you&lt;br /&gt;I want to...&lt;br /&gt;I just want you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get a room,&lt;br /&gt;Or fuck the room, let's just find a roof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-21117810142380021?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/21117810142380021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=21117810142380021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/21117810142380021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/21117810142380021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-inspired-by-wamathai.html' title='You-inspired by wamathai'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-4559063063715027251</id><published>2009-11-29T09:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:18:33.138+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEXT MESSAGE'/><title type='text'>Good morning</title><content type='html'>Good morning babe. Its all sunlight outside. Beautiful aint it? Just like sunday's should be. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its like i told you last week..Sunday's are always beautiful since i met you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-4559063063715027251?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/4559063063715027251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=4559063063715027251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/4559063063715027251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/4559063063715027251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning.html' title='Good morning'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-7328010365314788076</id><published>2009-11-28T21:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:20:54.586+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEXT MESSAGE'/><title type='text'>Good Night</title><content type='html'>Gdnyt swt.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is another day to be riddled with sadness..to be disappointed a new. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i won't hope to see you. Because i know its a sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-7328010365314788076?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/7328010365314788076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=7328010365314788076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/7328010365314788076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/7328010365314788076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-nyt.html' title='Good Night'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-2973056724988867962</id><published>2009-11-28T20:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:58:50.207+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>Maybe someday i will smile again, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday i will laugh again, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday i will love again,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some day i will dance again, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe! &lt;br /&gt;Someday! &lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-2973056724988867962?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/2973056724988867962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=2973056724988867962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/2973056724988867962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/2973056724988867962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-2309866394600413726</id><published>2009-11-28T20:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:48:49.132+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>I should cultivate some patience,&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to wait things out.&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to give you time,&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to be quiet, &lt;br /&gt;I should learn to sit still,&lt;br /&gt;At least once in a while, &lt;br /&gt;Let you speak your piece first, &lt;br /&gt;Before i start to assume your mind. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of course i am mad, &lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't give me the right, to walk out of your life, &lt;br /&gt;Without letting you prove your side of the story. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I mad as hell,your're right! &lt;br /&gt;And i want you out of my sight, &lt;br /&gt;But i have got to let you, &lt;br /&gt;For the first time,tell your side. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If i will ever be patient, &lt;br /&gt;If i will ever learn to sit still, &lt;br /&gt;This must probably be the time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-2309866394600413726?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/2309866394600413726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=2309866394600413726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/2309866394600413726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/2309866394600413726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/11/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-1443747433679283199</id><published>2009-11-24T23:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:15:07.164+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>I am consumed by this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;It causes me pain i can't describe,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that it stays with me no more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It haunts my every moment,&lt;br /&gt;Its there with me when in the middle of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i find myself staring at her picture on the wall, &lt;br /&gt;Just to remind myself of her face, &lt;br /&gt;When my brain can longer form it own its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wondering if she can see me,  &lt;br /&gt;If she can see how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never made peace and thats my fault,&lt;br /&gt;Because i never imagined this would ever happen,&lt;br /&gt;At least not this soon!&lt;br /&gt;We had so much left to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you here when i brought him home.&lt;br /&gt;The man that would take care of me, &lt;br /&gt;Now am sad that you won't be here to give him a hard time- &lt;br /&gt;Making him learn our native tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you! And our fights,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't fought with anyone since you left.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like am the only one thats not getting over this.&lt;br /&gt;Letting you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;But i pray that i will be some day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop seeing you dead in that bed,&lt;br /&gt;I will lose this feeling in my chest, &lt;br /&gt;I will stop crying myself to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And tearing up without a valid reason.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can't die twice i know.&lt;br /&gt;And you won't ever come back for us to try this again. &lt;br /&gt;But i sure wish you would try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-1443747433679283199?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/1443747433679283199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=1443747433679283199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1443747433679283199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1443747433679283199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-4371827969671664445</id><published>2009-11-21T08:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:44:41.549+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In the box</title><content type='html'>I was vulnerable when you met me,&lt;br /&gt;You said just the right things,&lt;br /&gt;And smiled at me just the right way,&lt;br /&gt;Touched my hand and put a finger to my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;Kissed my forehead and just the corner of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my life got worse,&lt;br /&gt;You knew just what to do.&lt;br /&gt;The walks in the dark after the city went all hush.&lt;br /&gt;And we basked in the city lights and the stars when the moon refused to come out.&lt;br /&gt;And the times you would drop by at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And we would sit in your car,&lt;br /&gt;Talking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;While you touched my hand just the right way&lt;br /&gt;And kissed my forehead and just the corner of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of that is gone&lt;br /&gt;I barely even get a phone call at lunch&lt;br /&gt;Or a ride with you to work in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am inside what they call the box.&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer sweet with me&lt;br /&gt;You do only the things that have to be&lt;br /&gt;And none of the ones that got me here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-4371827969671664445?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/4371827969671664445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=4371827969671664445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/4371827969671664445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/4371827969671664445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-box.html' title='In the box'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-1966665129390957150</id><published>2009-10-18T17:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:13:31.832+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to mom</title><content type='html'>My sister woke up to wash my mom's clothes,&lt;br /&gt;The last ones she had on before all this,&lt;br /&gt;They are on the lines drying,&lt;br /&gt;I can see them from where am sitting&lt;br /&gt;...pretending to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is wondering off to thoughts of her.&lt;br /&gt;The last time i saw her alive,&lt;br /&gt;And then that other time when she was pale.&lt;br /&gt;She still looked normal to me.&lt;br /&gt;Her skin was still warm.&lt;br /&gt;And her hair the same shades of white and black they've been for a while since her hair stopped growing.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that now she won't ever open her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She won't ever open her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;To smirk or smile even if no words come out.&lt;br /&gt;She will never raise a finger at me again.&lt;br /&gt;Crack a joke that catches me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;She will never walk around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Or sleep in her own bed.&lt;br /&gt;She won't be here when i graduate &lt;br /&gt;even though i said i wouldnt anyway.&lt;br /&gt;She will never see her grandkids again.&lt;br /&gt;Spoil them rotten the way she always did.&lt;br /&gt;Like give them a scoop of jam with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;Or patco sweets when she has some in her bag.&lt;br /&gt;She won't be there to use that nice lotion she bought that the sales girl promised would keep wrinkles at bay.&lt;br /&gt;No more chamas on wednesday and thursday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just never see my mom again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-1966665129390957150?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/1966665129390957150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=1966665129390957150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1966665129390957150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1966665129390957150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/10/tribute-to-mom.html' title='Tribute to mom'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-5948078360158337458</id><published>2009-10-18T17:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:09:33.431+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy dearest</title><content type='html'>where would i be if there was no you?&lt;br /&gt;who would i be if i was born to someone other than you?&lt;br /&gt;what would i look like?&lt;br /&gt;what would my name be?&lt;br /&gt;would i still turn out this cute?&lt;br /&gt;Big lips and small eyes,&lt;br /&gt;light skinned and brown eyed,&lt;br /&gt;just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can't see you again,&lt;br /&gt;if i can't talk to you face to face,&lt;br /&gt;the best thing i can do,&lt;br /&gt;is get a mirror infront of my face,&lt;br /&gt;and see me when i get to your age.&lt;br /&gt;i love you mommy dearest&lt;br /&gt;and i thank you for making me just like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-5948078360158337458?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/5948078360158337458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=5948078360158337458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/5948078360158337458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/5948078360158337458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-dearest.html' title='Mommy dearest'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-3866399974348513665</id><published>2009-10-08T09:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:40:08.912+03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>I must be happy today,&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get my lips together,&lt;br /&gt;They part just so slightly, &lt;br /&gt;Just enough to let you see my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;My almost white teeth...&lt;br /&gt;My lips arch just enough at the tips,&lt;br /&gt;Raising my cheeks abit,&lt;br /&gt;I must be happy because i have been smiling all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be happy today,&lt;br /&gt;Because i have been thinking well of you all day.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter that you stood me up at eight,&lt;br /&gt;I am just happy i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-3866399974348513665?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/3866399974348513665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=3866399974348513665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/3866399974348513665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/3866399974348513665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-1615288041642642491</id><published>2009-10-06T10:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:08:01.521+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I think of you often</title><content type='html'>it may come as a surprise to you,&lt;br /&gt;but i think of you often,&lt;br /&gt;often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often enough to make a picture in my head,&lt;br /&gt;of how you'd look getting out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;bare feet in your undies,&lt;br /&gt;scratching the back of your head,&lt;br /&gt;stifling a yawn, smiling mid-way,&lt;br /&gt;pleased with yourself for no good reason&lt;br /&gt;i think of you often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember your scent,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why it never gets out of my head,&lt;br /&gt;whenever a guy walks by smelling like that,&lt;br /&gt;i often look back just to be sure&lt;br /&gt;you haven't come back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of you often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the feel of your beard at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;the way you'd rub your face against mine,&lt;br /&gt;so we would share the annoyance of how fast it grew back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of you often my dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-1615288041642642491?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/1615288041642642491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=1615288041642642491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1615288041642642491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1615288041642642491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-of-you-often.html' title='I think of you often'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-841954758797519173</id><published>2009-09-28T11:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:16:36.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My babe's Kitchen my view</title><content type='html'>I was heading home from the market&lt;br /&gt;to make a meal for myself&lt;br /&gt;maybe some beans or fried eggs...&lt;br /&gt;but then my babe called me on the way&lt;br /&gt;he said he couldn't dream of eating anything else &lt;br /&gt;but something that i had specially made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i poured out some rice on a plate,&lt;br /&gt;and took out the chicekn that i had saved&lt;br /&gt;for day like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i poured some water into a pot,&lt;br /&gt;and picked the rice while it boiled&lt;br /&gt;fried some onions in another pot,&lt;br /&gt;and added the curry that he so loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will eat this food with his heart,&lt;br /&gt;because no one can cook like i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rice in the pot starts to rise...&lt;br /&gt;chicken in the other coming to a boil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i hear a noise.&lt;br /&gt;someone coming in through the back door&lt;br /&gt;my babe he has arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't even get time to run some water in the bath,&lt;br /&gt;so i could get cleaned up!&lt;br /&gt;but i know it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;he will still love me&lt;br /&gt;even with  sweat trickling down my breasts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-841954758797519173?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/841954758797519173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=841954758797519173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/841954758797519173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/841954758797519173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-babes-kitchen-my-view.html' title='My babe&apos;s Kitchen my view'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-1960051993676484081</id><published>2009-09-28T11:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:06:27.447+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>would it be too much to ask,&lt;br /&gt;that just once hwen i get into bed,&lt;br /&gt;i would fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;the moment i put my head on the pilow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it be too much to ask,&lt;br /&gt;that sleep would meet with me,&lt;br /&gt;the moment i closed my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its frustrating sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;lying for up to hours o end&lt;br /&gt;trying to coax you to join me in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please come join me once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;the moment i come to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-1960051993676484081?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/1960051993676484081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=1960051993676484081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1960051993676484081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1960051993676484081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-6686787255180782596</id><published>2009-09-28T11:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:02:54.799+03:00</updated><title type='text'>At last By Etta James</title><content type='html'>At last, my love has come along!&lt;br /&gt;My lonely days are over,&lt;br /&gt;And life is like a song.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last,&lt;br /&gt;The skies above are blue.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was wrapped up in clovers.&lt;br /&gt;The night I looked at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a dream that I could speak to,&lt;br /&gt;A dream that I can call my own,&lt;br /&gt;I found a thrill to rest my cheek to,&lt;br /&gt;A thrill that I have never known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah,when you smile, you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then the spell was cast.&lt;br /&gt;And here we are in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;For you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;At last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-6686787255180782596?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/6686787255180782596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=6686787255180782596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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something bad is about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some filling in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;That breathing in and out just insn't able to fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a swelling,&lt;br /&gt;like a paperbag filled with water,&lt;br /&gt;like a ballon filled with air,&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to be able to do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-967726116741267003?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/967726116741267003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=967726116741267003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I have to get on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tears streaming down my face,&lt;br /&gt;As i make it to the door.&lt;br /&gt;And its all because he made me do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left me all alone in the house,&lt;br /&gt;So he wouldn't have to watch me weep all morning.&lt;br /&gt;He said he couldn't come along,&lt;br /&gt;That he didn't want to be involved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head for the clinic along that dusty road,&lt;br /&gt;Get inside and fill out the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the blue forms,&lt;br /&gt;Holding my head so it doesn't fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine what they will do,&lt;br /&gt;I even imagine what tools they might use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she calls out my name,and i suddenly feel so ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;For being so stupid,for believing what he had said.&lt;br /&gt;He had promised to be there with me,&lt;br /&gt;He had promised to hold my hand through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the back room,to where my cat is,&lt;br /&gt;and i notice my hands tremble as she hands me her tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is two, and she has cancer,&lt;br /&gt;So the vet said that they had to put her down,&lt;br /&gt;Because she was in so much pain she couldn't even swallow one morsel of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just couldn't come along with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-1998048252071596448?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/1998048252071596448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=1998048252071596448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1998048252071596448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/1998048252071596448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/09/pet-tribute.html' title='Pet Tribute'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-8420501189436905166</id><published>2009-09-23T10:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:24:43.464+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry woman's mind</title><content type='html'>If i let you speak, i will just loose my head,&lt;br /&gt;But i think there is alot that needs to be said,&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be quiet just for one sec',&lt;br /&gt;So you can get a chance to have your say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before i let you speak let me just say,&lt;br /&gt;That you had better know what not to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me about your day,that will just get me more upset.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me about that jav,that left your car with a dent.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell about that day,when we made out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even start with anything that your mother said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really upset, so please just know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're sorry that you want me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you want me and not that stupid stray.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love and beg me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beg me to forgive you and promise that i wil stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-8420501189436905166?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/8420501189436905166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=8420501189436905166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/8420501189436905166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/8420501189436905166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/09/angry-womans-mind.html' title='Angry woman&apos;s mind'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-5387959427160918849</id><published>2009-09-23T10:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:42:51.057+03:00</updated><title type='text'>why did you say what you said!</title><content type='html'>I am awake in my bed,thinking about what you said,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out how it is that i messed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said i loved you, &lt;br /&gt;Is it because of what i said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept beside you,&lt;br /&gt;Is it because i refused to make the bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made breakfast for you,&lt;br /&gt;Is it beacuse you don't like boiled eggs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all dressed up to go out with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of that skimpy dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awake in my bed,because a wink of sleep i can't get,&lt;br /&gt;Not until i know why you said what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said that she left you,&lt;br /&gt;was it really that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said it was dead too,&lt;br /&gt;what was it that you meant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-5387959427160918849?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/feeds/5387959427160918849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2377844478291130502&amp;postID=5387959427160918849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/5387959427160918849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2377844478291130502/posts/default/5387959427160918849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-did-you-say-what-you-said.html' title='why did you say what you said!'/><author><name>wacu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329147117172222415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377844478291130502.post-1240285598196693584</id><published>2009-09-01T15:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:17:26.581+03:00</updated><title type='text'>speculations</title><content type='html'>if i ran a mile to get to you,&lt;br /&gt;if i wrote a rhyme to thrill you,&lt;br /&gt;if i made time to hang out with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i be worthy to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i lent a hand when you said to,&lt;br /&gt;if i said a lie to protect you,&lt;br /&gt;if i held your hand while you strayed too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i be better suited to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i gave my life to love you,&lt;br /&gt;if i laid my head beside you,&lt;br /&gt;if i gave up my time to sustain you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you still want me the way you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i gave up my body to bear for you,&lt;br /&gt;if i gave up my beauty to submit to you,&lt;br /&gt;if i lost me to gain you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it all be worthy too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2377844478291130502-1240285598196693584?l=seriouslypoetic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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