<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;DUICQnc4eCp7ImA9WhNTEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375</id><updated>2012-10-15T01:06:03.930-04:00</updated><category term='skeme'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Living Rite'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Confession'/><category term='Living Right'/><category term='sounds'/><category term='StoneColdLover'/><category term='Just A Photo From Somewhere'/><category term='quote'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='Gas-d'/><category term='MK'/><category term='flower'/><category term='Pass-that'/><category term='Words'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='FFFFOUND'/><category term='M'/><category term='Diary'/><category term='BananaClipse'/><category term='Well Lyrics'/><category term='picture'/><category term='Words photo'/><category term='Artist'/><category term='Blu'/><category term='Vibing'/><category term='soul'/><category term='InMyMind'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='APPLE JUICE BREAK'/><category term='Dear Unattainable'/><category term='Video'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='From Twitter:'/><category term='hiphop.rap'/><category term='Mars Blackmon'/><category term='pacdiv'/><category term='snippet'/><category term='Music Video'/><category term='When words remind'/><category term='Daily'/><category term='records'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Maestro'/><category term='Vimeo'/><category term='My Writing'/><category term='casey veggies'/><category term='To You'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='mywriting'/><category term='Tekitha'/><category term='by Somebody'/><category term='text'/><category term='Of'/><category term='PRONOUNCED LOVE'/><category term='non-fiction'/><category term='Thoughts of Mutual Affection'/><category term='Something Real For Your Mind'/><category term='vinyls'/><category term='Living'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='beautiful things'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='california'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='importantthatwereclose'/><category term='Creative Control'/><category term='Speaking'/><title>C r u s h X O u t</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nobody trust me to know what I know anymore, my memories belong to me"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>799</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUICQnc4cSp7ImA9WhNTEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-3705156158812920889</id><published>2012-10-15T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-15T01:06:03.939-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-15T01:06:03.939-04:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title>Possibility I Still See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iE5u1f8ARfM/UHuZi1Tb1OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rWFBwY38ei8/s640/blogger-image--2128744581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iE5u1f8ARfM/UHuZi1Tb1OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rWFBwY38ei8/s640/blogger-image--2128744581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-3705156158812920889?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/3705156158812920889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/possibility-i-still-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/3705156158812920889?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/3705156158812920889?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/possibility-i-still-see.html' title='Possibility I Still See'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iE5u1f8ARfM/UHuZi1Tb1OI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rWFBwY38ei8/s72-c/blogger-image--2128744581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8ARn0yeip7ImA9WhJaEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-3818558866896126900</id><published>2012-10-01T19:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T19:07:27.392-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-01T19:07:27.392-04:00</app:edited><title>still Here</title><content type='html'>(My Friend Druw (@BananaClipse) seems to always write pieces that have some relevance to myself, and because of this... I realize he IS the writer of my heart) especially when I seem to be having difficulty expressing for myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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still HERE&lt;br /&gt;
i keep trying&lt;br /&gt;
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is it me? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;
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can we make a comeback? or am I destined to be DOOMed again?&lt;br /&gt;
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just a couple of months ago it was a dream. we talked. we loved. we laughed . we shared.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m all in.&lt;br /&gt;
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i think it’s all in your head. no matter how much i try to help. i just can’t. I just have to support you as best as I can until you figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;
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when you do, hopefully i’m still the love of your life. because you are mine. soul mate(s).&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you find peace of mind. I pray for you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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if I one day am no longer apart of the plan? well, it doesn’t matter, so long as you achieve the freedom you seek.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ll be here for you, Love. forever. FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;
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Source/Peep: BananaClipse.com&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-3818558866896126900?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/3818558866896126900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/3818558866896126900?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/3818558866896126900?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/still-here.html' title='still Here'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcBRnk5fip7ImA9WhJaEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-390107040249243771</id><published>2012-10-01T00:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T00:34:17.726-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-01T00:34:17.726-04:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.” &lt;br /&gt;
― Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-390107040249243771?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/390107040249243771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-truth-is-everyone-is-going-to-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/390107040249243771?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/390107040249243771?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-truth-is-everyone-is-going-to-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04MQX49eSp7ImA9WhJaEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-931500860268799576</id><published>2012-10-01T00:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T00:33:00.061-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-01T00:33:00.061-04:00</app:edited><title>Tonight's High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qKUYmcCvLdo/UGkc-uMcLKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/In6aAgZZOgU/s640/blogger-image-724312397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qKUYmcCvLdo/UGkc-uMcLKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/In6aAgZZOgU/s640/blogger-image-724312397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-931500860268799576?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/931500860268799576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/tonight-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/931500860268799576?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/931500860268799576?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/tonight-high.html' title='Tonight&amp;#39;s High'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qKUYmcCvLdo/UGkc-uMcLKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/In6aAgZZOgU/s72-c/blogger-image-724312397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MMQ3o_eyp7ImA9WhJaEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-1084426465711200106</id><published>2012-10-01T00:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T00:24:42.443-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-01T00:24:42.443-04:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>Losing my balance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-1084426465711200106?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/1084426465711200106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/1084426465711200106?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/1084426465711200106?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAFRHw9fSp7ImA9WhJbGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-5703727094064691795</id><published>2012-09-29T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-29T20:58:35.265-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-29T20:58:35.265-04:00</app:edited><title>“With you by my side…”</title><content type='html'>**this started as a one sentence text message…&lt;br /&gt;
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"You have been on my mind since I woke up. I thought about the embrace we shared Saturday night. It led me to 2 places. The painfully obvious one is that now I miss you. Like crazy. The other being that it is one of my favorite moments. It’s one of the little moments you want to keep forever. To stay bound in the warmth. In the love. Wrap myself up in the soft blanket of comfort that you provide. The bigger, more overt gestures are every bit as meaningful but the little moments, that often aren’t even thought about, they stick with me. And mean more then you’ll ever know. when we saw Lana. In the short line to get “checked” by security outside, you did your patented “big move”. Hugged me from behind. Then as we strolled in together you made it a point to grab my hand and hold it. It was a wonderful evening from beginning to end. But those 2 little things made all the difference. You have this way of making it feel like we’re the only 2 people in world. I get lost in the majesty of your eyes and splendor that is your smile. In that floating space in time; I could die. Nothing is more perfect. The lights are on but your glow illuminates the room. Illuminates my life, my passion. We’ve yet so far to go, but every encounter we have feels like an eternity. Even before we depart I’m longing to once again be a part of your existence. Enveloped in your aura. I’ll live in my dream, just until we meet again, Love."&lt;br /&gt;
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Source/Peep: The Homie Bananaclipse.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-5703727094064691795?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/5703727094064691795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/with-you-by-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/5703727094064691795?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/5703727094064691795?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/with-you-by-my-side.html' title='“With you by my side…”'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMMQXg4cCp7ImA9WhJUE04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-7766849144431461587</id><published>2012-09-11T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-11T00:08:00.638-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-11T00:08:00.638-04:00</app:edited><title>Whenever Wherever Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="540" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JxVbrSR6v1Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-7766849144431461587?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/7766849144431461587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/whenever-wherever-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/7766849144431461587?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/7766849144431461587?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/whenever-wherever-whatever.html' title='Whenever Wherever Whatever'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JxVbrSR6v1Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D08CRXg-fSp7ImA9WhJbGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-2612040853976124838</id><published>2012-09-09T00:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-29T20:44:24.655-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-29T20:44:24.655-04:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snippet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title>Remains</title><content type='html'>"You dream but only of nightmares because you were hit where you’re most defenseless to pain. So your eyelids conceal your eyes and my reflection stays blind. And we both refuse to awaken to each other but my face somehow continues to appear in your mind. So 2 sets of eyes make no contact we can’t look at each other because feelings were obtained 4 lips make short conversations because we gained something that still remains."&lt;br /&gt;
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-Neensupreme  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-2612040853976124838?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/2612040853976124838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/remains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/2612040853976124838?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/2612040853976124838?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/remains.html' title='Remains'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMDSH4yeip7ImA9WhJUEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-7122085348820765527</id><published>2012-09-09T00:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-09T00:21:19.092-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-09T00:21:19.092-04:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title>For the Love Enthusiasts</title><content type='html'>“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Sigmund Freud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-7122085348820765527?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/7122085348820765527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/for-love-enthusiasts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/7122085348820765527?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/7122085348820765527?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/for-love-enthusiasts.html' title='For the Love Enthusiasts'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4GR386fCp7ImA9WhJUEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-5986399175229860094</id><published>2012-09-08T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-08T19:28:46.114-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-08T19:28:46.114-04:00</app:edited><title>Distant Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="540" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HBTdju3odJs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;"You should think about me, and say a prayer for me"-Marvin Gaye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-5986399175229860094?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/5986399175229860094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/distant-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/5986399175229860094?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/5986399175229860094?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/distant-lover.html' title='Distant Lover'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HBTdju3odJs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EBR309eCp7ImA9WhJUEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-7335497933837797242</id><published>2012-09-07T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-07T22:00:56.360-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-07T22:00:56.360-04:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mywriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title>First Times</title><content type='html'>They always say "there's a first time for everything"

but why can't this one thing be my last

something that I can finally hold onto 

with out leaving this grasp

I wish the first times that happen in certain things

can start all over again

with just one wish upon shooting star and lasts

then it starts all over again in a flash

and if there is a first time for everything 

I then find myself usually anticipating the last

because good things come to an end

if there is a smalll amount of doubt somewhere in me stashed

the first time for anything 

will never get the chance to live again
if uncertainty does pass

and the first time for anything thing 

probably will never be thought again because 

the first time for anything was never given the second chance


&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-7335497933837797242?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/7335497933837797242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/first-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/7335497933837797242?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/7335497933837797242?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/first-times.html' title='First Times'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUESHw6eip7ImA9WhJUEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-4081096239118038350</id><published>2012-09-07T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-07T21:20:09.212-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-07T21:20:09.212-04:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiphop.rap'/><title>Blu- Untitled(LovedU)2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="540" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KVROTCZNpjM?list=PLE33E94F86AF40CA4&amp;amp;hl=en_US" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-4081096239118038350?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/4081096239118038350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/blu-untitledlovedu2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/4081096239118038350?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/4081096239118038350?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/09/blu-untitledlovedu2.html' title='Blu- Untitled(LovedU)2'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KVROTCZNpjM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcGR3k6fSp7ImA9WhJVE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-9202976836156789330</id><published>2012-08-31T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-31T00:40:26.715-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-31T00:40:26.715-04:00</app:edited><title>Miyagi</title><content type='html'>There’s nothing like that feeling of urgency when you want to talk to someone, that somebody about something important. You can’t even fathom speaking to any one else about it simply because nobody else will understand. It’s about that time, Miyagi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-9202976836156789330?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/9202976836156789330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/miyagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/9202976836156789330?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/9202976836156789330?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/miyagi.html' title='Miyagi'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUNSXc9fCp7ImA9WhJVE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-1912097329787281912</id><published>2012-08-30T01:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-30T01:24:58.964-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-30T01:24:58.964-04:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title>Far Away</title><content type='html'>stay far away&lt;br /&gt;
as far away as distance will allow you &lt;br /&gt;
I'm closer to fine &lt;br /&gt;
and my heart now pounds again&lt;br /&gt;
don't come around&lt;br /&gt;
don't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;
there's nothing left for you to stomp on the ground&lt;br /&gt;
don't breathe this air with me&lt;br /&gt;
I can't stand to inhale the same air&lt;br /&gt;
as a coward&lt;br /&gt;
opposite direction of me is where you should travel&lt;br /&gt;
put millions of acres of land in between us&lt;br /&gt;
there is nothing left of us&lt;br /&gt;
if one couldn't be true&lt;br /&gt;
just stay away &lt;br /&gt;
far away like we never had closeness&lt;br /&gt;
like there was never fondness&lt;br /&gt;
pretend that our  hearts never felt each others awareness &lt;br /&gt;
stay far away&lt;br /&gt;
each day is less gray &lt;br /&gt;
each day is going slowly &lt;br /&gt;
being aware enough to stay clear of you&lt;br /&gt;
leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;
because what I was told was never shown&lt;br /&gt;
so just stay away from me &lt;br /&gt;
because the light connection that we had &lt;br /&gt;
has now blown &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-1912097329787281912?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/1912097329787281912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/1912097329787281912?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/1912097329787281912?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/far-away.html' title='Far Away'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8BSH08fyp7ImA9WhJVEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-2893072003764249578</id><published>2012-08-24T01:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-26T23:07:39.377-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-26T23:07:39.377-04:00</app:edited><title>Control</title><content type='html'>My arms  &lt;br /&gt;
no longer by the side of me&lt;br /&gt;
rather they are stretched out &lt;br /&gt;
as if they are thinking differently then me&lt;br /&gt;
out trying to reach something that I was told was suppose to be free&lt;br /&gt;
Love &lt;br /&gt;
but why do I feel as if I paying for something that I will never be able to&lt;br /&gt;
actually afford&lt;br /&gt;
my arms are reaching to be caught up in the middle of another's limbs&lt;br /&gt;
 that are suppose to hold me with amorous embrace &lt;br /&gt;
and a chest that shelters a heart &lt;br /&gt;
that replaces any other sound with a genuine heart race &lt;br /&gt;
my arms reach with caution though&lt;br /&gt;
because my arms are wanting you to hold me now &lt;br /&gt;
But everything else inside of me is saying no &lt;br /&gt;
and staring each other down&lt;br /&gt;
doesn't help &lt;br /&gt;
because my arms would do anything to be apart of another's body &lt;br /&gt;
and push me into your arms as if they were apart of Cupid themselves&lt;br /&gt;
my arms aren't listening to me&lt;br /&gt;
as if these arms know what's best for me &lt;br /&gt;
They have plans for me&lt;br /&gt;
but I can't support them&lt;br /&gt;
because I feel like I been reaching out for you for way to long &lt;br /&gt;
I don't want them to reach out in hope that you are doing the same in return &lt;br /&gt;
and I don't want my arms to be wrap around air &lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to embrace you and realize that this affair is only allowed to be rare&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want my arms to coil around your waste to find that my limbs don't belong there&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want them to be wrapped around you &lt;br /&gt;
to only find out after that I can't hold you for too long&lt;br /&gt;
And I don't want to reach out to touch someone who doesn't really exist here&lt;br /&gt;
So I try to restrain my arms &lt;br /&gt;
And keep then under control&lt;br /&gt;
because my arms are the only thing listening to what my heart wants, besides my stare &lt;br /&gt;
But I can't let myself go for someone that I don't know was really ever there &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-2893072003764249578?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/2893072003764249578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/2893072003764249578?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/2893072003764249578?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUEQXk9eCp7ImA9WhJWE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-7724827601881786114</id><published>2012-08-19T02:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-19T02:20:00.760-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-19T02:20:00.760-04:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>"Just pass me over"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-7724827601881786114?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/7724827601881786114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/7724827601881786114?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/7724827601881786114?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYMSXg6eip7ImA9WhJWE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-2720686764614467853</id><published>2012-08-19T02:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-19T02:19:48.612-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-19T02:19:48.612-04:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pG0Ky-xx6vw/UDCFVR4gRTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/icNq-irUbws/s640/blogger-image--1676504448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pG0Ky-xx6vw/UDCFVR4gRTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/icNq-irUbws/s640/blogger-image--1676504448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-2720686764614467853?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/2720686764614467853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/2720686764614467853?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/2720686764614467853?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pG0Ky-xx6vw/UDCFVR4gRTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/icNq-irUbws/s72-c/blogger-image--1676504448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYFQ3ozfCp7ImA9WhJWE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-9036323250959414974</id><published>2012-08-19T02:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-19T02:18:32.484-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-19T02:18:32.484-04:00</app:edited><title>Name</title><content type='html'>Such a simple name&lt;br /&gt;
one to remember&lt;br /&gt;
one also able to be soon forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
a name that is rare&lt;br /&gt;
a name that brings afloat particular memories&lt;br /&gt;
a name that seems to title everything&lt;br /&gt;
this name that can cause more hurt then a little&lt;br /&gt;
a name that can also bring joy &lt;br /&gt;
a name that brings about tears &lt;br /&gt;
the same name that then makes one smile again&lt;br /&gt;
a name that doesn't want to be let go &lt;br /&gt;
a name that can only illustrate your face &lt;br /&gt;
a name that only wants to be said out loud if it's going to bring about your face. &lt;br /&gt;
a name that needs to be forgotten &lt;br /&gt;
a name that should never be spoken again&lt;br /&gt;
this name that changes every feeling in the body &lt;br /&gt;
a name that wished it could be called more often&lt;br /&gt;
a name that wasn't suppose to &lt;br /&gt;
a name that will soon be let go&lt;br /&gt;
This name one can't hold onto&lt;br /&gt;
this name can no longer be heard from this voice&lt;br /&gt;
The fact that it happens to be your name gave me no choice &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-9036323250959414974?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/9036323250959414974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/9036323250959414974?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/9036323250959414974?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/name.html' title='Name'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUCSX0-fSp7ImA9WhJWE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-5315623616788800920</id><published>2012-08-19T02:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-19T02:04:28.355-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-19T02:04:28.355-04:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;
"BEING THOUGHT OF AS “A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN HAS SPARED ME NOTHING IN LIFE. NO HEARTACHE, NO TROUBLE. BEAUTY IS ESSENTIALLY MEANINGLESS."&lt;br /&gt;
Halle Berry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-5315623616788800920?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/5315623616788800920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/being-thought-of-as-beautiful-woman-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/5315623616788800920?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/5315623616788800920?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/being-thought-of-as-beautiful-woman-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUADR3w8eCp7ImA9WhJXGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-923497456956038394</id><published>2012-08-14T00:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-14T00:16:16.270-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-14T00:16:16.270-04:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>“I feel like we’re all wounded and we can carry wounds throughout our lives. It can be small incidents that happen, or the soul you’re born into. I’ve always thought I carried this heartbreak since the day I was born.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-923497456956038394?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/923497456956038394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-feel-like-were-all-wounded-and-we-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/923497456956038394?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/923497456956038394?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-feel-like-were-all-wounded-and-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ACRH46fSp7ImA9WhJXF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-581464998588642009</id><published>2012-08-12T01:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-12T01:36:05.015-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-12T01:36:05.015-04:00</app:edited><title>Gone</title><content type='html'>When I waited for you there was no show &lt;br /&gt;
Made myself believe the untrue&lt;br /&gt;
How could I not know &lt;br /&gt;
I bet it seemed easier just to lie &lt;br /&gt;
But I found you out&lt;br /&gt;
This is my last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
I heard enough fairy tales back in my youth &lt;br /&gt;
So just stop biting your nails and take the painful truth&lt;br /&gt;
You just look ridiculous in disguise &lt;br /&gt;
Yes I found you out &lt;br /&gt;
This is my last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause it used to be my life and soul &lt;br /&gt;
Keeping everything in tune &lt;br /&gt;
What the heck man? &lt;br /&gt;
Last time I checked man&lt;br /&gt;
We had it all&lt;br /&gt;
It was just me and you &lt;br /&gt;
So what happened to you&lt;br /&gt;
Thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;
No more chances &lt;br /&gt;
I'm gone, gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love is not blind, it's just deaf and it is dumb&lt;br /&gt;
So how could I fool myself thinking you were the one&lt;br /&gt;
How sad, how undignified &lt;br /&gt;
Now I found you out&lt;br /&gt;
This is my last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause it used to be my life and soul &lt;br /&gt;
Keeping everything in tune &lt;br /&gt;
What the heck man?&lt;br /&gt;
Last time I checked man&lt;br /&gt;
We had it all &lt;br /&gt;
It was just me and you &lt;br /&gt;
So what happened to you&lt;br /&gt;
Thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;
No more chances &lt;br /&gt;
I'm gone, gone, gone &lt;br /&gt;
Don't wait for me &lt;br /&gt;
I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause when I waited for you &lt;br /&gt;
There was no show &lt;br /&gt;
Made myself believe the untrue &lt;br /&gt;
How could I not know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause it used to be my life and soul &lt;br /&gt;
Keeping everything in tune &lt;br /&gt;
What the heck man?&lt;br /&gt;
Last time I checked man&lt;br /&gt;
We had it all&lt;br /&gt;
It was just me and you &lt;br /&gt;
So what happened to you&lt;br /&gt;
Thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;
No more chances &lt;br /&gt;
I'm gone and gone and gone and gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Lianne La Havas &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-581464998588642009?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/581464998588642009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/581464998588642009?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/581464998588642009?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8ARHY4fyp7ImA9WhJXFks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-9110013304577171074</id><published>2012-08-11T02:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-11T02:00:45.837-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-11T02:00:45.837-04:00</app:edited><title>The Love.</title><content type='html'>The love.&lt;br /&gt;
She made it all better as she’s been known to do. She pressed all the right buttons. It seems it always takes for us to step back from a situation before taking it on. Once we do that we get back on the same wave and ride it to our bliss. I was ready to stay mad. You weren’t gonna let that happen. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*funny thing. Neither of us apologized *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Source: Bananaclipse.com&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-9110013304577171074?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/9110013304577171074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/9110013304577171074?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/9110013304577171074?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-love.html' title='The Love.'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8CQHs7eCp7ImA9WhJXFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-3408166834849724159</id><published>2012-08-08T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-08T16:14:21.500-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-08T16:14:21.500-04:00</app:edited><title>He Understands</title><content type='html'>only once in your life, i truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. you tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. you share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. when something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. they are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. there is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. you can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. the things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. colours seem brighter and more brilliant. laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. a phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. in their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. you think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. you open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. you find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. you find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-3408166834849724159?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/3408166834849724159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/he-understands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/3408166834849724159?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/3408166834849724159?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/he-understands.html' title='He Understands'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkAER38-eyp7ImA9WhJXE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-8880842979613105427</id><published>2012-08-08T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-08T00:05:06.153-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-08T00:05:06.153-04:00</app:edited><title>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>Come upstairs and I'll show you where all my&lt;br /&gt;
Where my demons hide from you&lt;br /&gt;
Just look at who i have become&lt;br /&gt;
I am so ashamed you were the one that made me feel the way i do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You broke me&lt;br /&gt;
And taught me&lt;br /&gt;
To truly hate myself&lt;br /&gt;
Unfold me&lt;br /&gt;
And teach me&lt;br /&gt;
How to be like somebody else&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I felt strong enough&lt;br /&gt;
I was discovered by the love&lt;br /&gt;
I had been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;
You told me none of that was real&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot hide how low I feel&lt;br /&gt;
to know that you were never wrong&lt;br /&gt;
You broke me&lt;br /&gt;
And taught me&lt;br /&gt;
To truly hate myself&lt;br /&gt;
Unfold me&lt;br /&gt;
And teach me&lt;br /&gt;
How to be like somebody else&lt;br /&gt;
_________&lt;br /&gt;
You're lost and found&lt;br /&gt;
Fallen out &lt;br /&gt;
Broken down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Lianne La Havas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-8880842979613105427?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/8880842979613105427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/8880842979613105427?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/8880842979613105427?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/08/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQNQXk8eSp7ImA9WhJQEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133965934211350375.post-5955433544279881394</id><published>2012-07-23T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-23T02:03:10.771-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-07-23T02:03:10.771-04:00</app:edited><title>Brandun DeShay- I wanted to bring her flowers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xkTUX1ePhwE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

Thanks to my Cali friend @Bananaclipse from Bananaclipse.com for posting this song I have haven't stopped pressing play. Thank you man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133965934211350375-5955433544279881394?l=crushxout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/feeds/5955433544279881394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/07/brandun-deshay-i-wanted-to-bring-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/5955433544279881394?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133965934211350375/posts/default/5955433544279881394?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushxout.blogspot.com/2012/07/brandun-deshay-i-wanted-to-bring-her.html' title='Brandun DeShay- I wanted to bring her flowers&quot;'/><author><name>Deneen Robinson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gcxtmbXGKYI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lIPdzRVgXrE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xkTUX1ePhwE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>