<?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: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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053</id><updated>2024-10-02T04:01:24.515-04:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="sadness"/><category term="cynicism"/><category term="dance"/><category term="lovers"/><category term="soul"/><category term="a"/><category term="age"/><category term="all"/><category term="and"/><category term="another"/><category term="before"/><category term="belief"/><category term="believe"/><category term="blind"/><category term="breathe"/><category term="cash"/><category term="controls"/><category term="criminals"/><category term="day"/><category term="door"/><category term="ecstasy"/><category term="eloquence"/><category term="emo"/><category term="euthanize"/><category term="examine"/><category term="excavation"/><category term="exhumation"/><category term="exumation"/><category term="eyes"/><category term="floating"/><category term="for"/><category term="forgotten"/><category term="forlorn"/><category term="from"/><category term="hapiness"/><category term="hard"/><category term="hate"/><category term="helplessness"/><category term="hope"/><category term="hour"/><category term="hysterectomy"/><category term="in"/><category term="into"/><category term="journey"/><category term="keys"/><category term="know"/><category term="lawyer"/><category term="leads"/><category term="liar"/><category term="lies"/><category term="life"/><category term="living"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="mature"/><category term="me"/><category term="mind"/><category term="minute"/><category term="misery"/><category term="money"/><category term="more"/><category term="morose"/><category term="never"/><category term="next"/><category term="old"/><category term="one"/><category term="over"/><category term="passion"/><category term="periodically"/><category term="pious"/><category term="piousy"/><category term="poem"/><category term="processes"/><category term="promenade"/><category term="proper"/><category term="rape"/><category term="rechecking"/><category term="recreation"/><category term="reevaluation"/><category term="removal"/><category term="resurrection"/><category term="sad"/><category term="sea"/><category term="song"/><category term="standing"/><category term="step"/><category term="subdues"/><category term="surprise"/><category term="take"/><category term="the"/><category term="thief"/><category term="thought"/><category term="threshold"/><category term="to"/><category term="vasectomy"/><category term="waltz"/><category term="what"/><category term="world"/><category term="write"/><category term="writer"/><category term="writing"/><category term="you"/><category term="your"/><category term="youth"/><title type='text'>Collin Jones&#39; Writing</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot;People think you&#39;re like that all the time, but I don&#39;t think that. I just usually write when I&#39;m depressed&quot;&#xa;&#xa;-Robert Smith</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-6351631367685457882</id><published>2013-03-26T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-26T21:35:47.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There Will Always Be One</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s a vicious circle&lt;br /&gt;
A vicious cycle&lt;br /&gt;
This lovesick heart&lt;br /&gt;
Will always know&lt;br /&gt;
No matter if you&#39;re here&lt;br /&gt;
Or she&#39;s there&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll always love one </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6351631367685457882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/6351631367685457882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/6351631367685457882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/6351631367685457882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/03/there-will-always-be-one.html' title='There Will Always Be One'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-7937119834809329553</id><published>2013-03-26T01:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-26T01:54:43.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of My League</title><content type='html'>In a short time you&#39;ve come to mean a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;More than I think that you can see&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ve got thoughts floating through my head constantly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A girl once told me, &quot;Distance ain&#39;t shit&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Those words I hope she won&#39;t forget&lt;br /&gt;Because, as far as I can see, we&#39;re a pretty good fit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You make me want to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;To do the best that I possibly can&lt;br /&gt;In such a short time, I don&#39;t understand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you aren&#39;t put off by how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is the start of something real&lt;br /&gt;You are a woman for whom my heart can heal</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7937119834809329553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/7937119834809329553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/7937119834809329553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/7937119834809329553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/03/out-of-my-league.html' title='Out Of My League'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-1766349929202826897</id><published>2013-03-25T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-25T14:07:46.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Will Be Broken</title><content type='html'>In the time it takes&lt;br /&gt;For two to conversate&lt;br /&gt;I felt a quake&lt;br /&gt;In my soul, so great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought that this might&lt;br /&gt;Be slipping out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Frightens me to my core&lt;br /&gt;But I could not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two days&lt;br /&gt;Learning different ways&lt;br /&gt;To make you smile&lt;br /&gt;And to make you frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two days&lt;br /&gt;Only a heartbeat away&lt;br /&gt;From an apparent kindred soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay awake wondering&lt;br /&gt;What could be lying ahead&lt;br /&gt;All that could have been said&lt;br /&gt;And what it all means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m at a loss for words&lt;br /&gt;As this poem winds to an end&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve found a girl worth pursuing&lt;br /&gt;And I no longer have to pretend</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1766349929202826897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/1766349929202826897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/1766349929202826897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/1766349929202826897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-heart-will-be-broken.html' title='My Heart Will Be Broken'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-7307362002588486446</id><published>2013-03-07T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-07T11:31:02.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>He hides in the shadows as she reaches her car.&lt;br /&gt;
Swiftly he comes up behind her,&lt;br /&gt;
Covers her mouth&lt;br /&gt;
Puts her in a blood choke.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Go to sleep, bitch.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He hears her muffled cries from the backseat when she wakes up a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;
He has no sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;
There is a fear in her eyes unlike anything he&#39;s ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s exciting.&lt;br /&gt;
She finally feels his pain.&lt;br /&gt;
His sorrow and loss.&lt;br /&gt;
Or at least she will...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Upon reach the cabin,&lt;br /&gt;
He drags her by the hair out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;
Pulls her into the shack.&lt;br /&gt;
She looks around,&lt;br /&gt;
All over there are pictures,&lt;br /&gt;
There are memories.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He pulls a knife from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
Draws it across her face gently.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You scared yet?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Slice.&lt;br /&gt;
The first cut.&lt;br /&gt;
The blood trickles down her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;
Slice.&lt;br /&gt;
Another cut.&lt;br /&gt;
The blood trickles faster now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Don&#39;t worry. I&#39;m not going to kill you. Yet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He smiles as he looks into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s the smile of a man with nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;
A smile that shows pain.&lt;br /&gt;
A smile that shows justified hate.&lt;br /&gt;
A smile of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when she thinks she sees&lt;br /&gt;
A glimmer of humanity in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;
The spark is gone.&lt;br /&gt;
More cuts.&lt;br /&gt;
A thousand tiny cuts.&lt;br /&gt;
Until she is screaming in pain.&lt;br /&gt;
Writhing, bound to the chair&lt;br /&gt;
SCREAMING IN PAIN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one can hear her.&lt;br /&gt;
No one is there.&lt;br /&gt;
He is there&lt;br /&gt;
But his soul is empty.&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With her bleeding profusely from every inch of her skin,&lt;br /&gt;
He pours a bucket of salt water over her head.&lt;br /&gt;
She screams in agony.&lt;br /&gt;
He has no compassion for her.&lt;br /&gt;
He makes sure she&#39;s bound securely&lt;br /&gt;
Before he leaves for the day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I&#39;ll be back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
to pick up where I left off.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7307362002588486446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/7307362002588486446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/7307362002588486446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/7307362002588486446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-8099797949220403078</id><published>2013-01-27T04:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-27T04:35:52.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Societal Sickness</title><content type='html'>--THIS IS NOT A TEST.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE LIVING A LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED THE ANTI-VENOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED THE ANTIDOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED TO BE FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE YOURSELF BEFORE THIS GETS WORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRDS FALL FROM THE SKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE GROUND TAKES THE EDIFICE BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH FIRE AND BRIMSTONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL ALL FALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I REPEAT:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--THIS IS NOT A TEST--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT TAKE THIS AT FACE VALUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED TO THINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AROUND YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS HAPPENING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK YOURSELF A QUESTION TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--THIS IS NOT A TEST--
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8099797949220403078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/8099797949220403078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/8099797949220403078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/8099797949220403078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/societal-sickness.html' title='Societal Sickness'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-6711926639755410477</id><published>2013-01-27T04:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-27T04:30:43.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate The Smell Of Cinnamon Air Fresheners</title><content type='html'>Neurotic pain spews forth from the interhemispheric fissure&lt;br /&gt;
Choking optic nerves with strength reserved for immortals&lt;br /&gt;
Zeus&#39; bolt shoved, destroying the basal ganglia with pressure&lt;br /&gt;
Vomit usurping the...&lt;br /&gt;
...fuck I lost my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m just going to unplug this fucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6711926639755410477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/6711926639755410477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/6711926639755410477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/6711926639755410477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/i-hate-smell-of-cinnamon-air-fresheners.html' title='I Hate The Smell Of Cinnamon Air Fresheners'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-2973693442308342542</id><published>2013-01-07T01:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T01:17:50.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Altar Of Bones</title><content type='html'>Secret sex tears nations apart&lt;br /&gt;
While underlings scrape by&lt;br /&gt;
Societal difference causing waste&lt;br /&gt;
As humans die on the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Covet thy neighbour for this is capitalism&lt;br /&gt;
Covet thy neighbours wife for this is healthy&lt;br /&gt;
Honour thy father, thy mother be damned&lt;br /&gt;
There are many gods before me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Philosophical minds breed contempt&lt;br /&gt;
For governments that know best&lt;br /&gt;
Just follow blindly, all my sheep&lt;br /&gt;
The organization won&#39;t lead you astray&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Drop to thy knees and worship the Dollar&lt;br /&gt;
Exalt the Pound and Euro&lt;br /&gt;
For thine kingdom is and ever will be&lt;br /&gt;
A hell upon the backs of the people</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2973693442308342542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/2973693442308342542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/2973693442308342542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/2973693442308342542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/on-my-altar-of-bones.html' title='On My Altar Of Bones'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-1633107895440493953</id><published>2013-01-07T00:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T00:49:40.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Your Divinity </title><content type='html'>As I close my eyes and drift off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
I begin to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s so many things I want to say&lt;br /&gt;
And so many I want to do&lt;br /&gt;
If you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;
You could clearly see&lt;br /&gt;
That I am a captive&lt;br /&gt;
Of your figurative divinity&lt;br /&gt;
Not everyone thinks&lt;br /&gt;
The way I do&lt;br /&gt;
A good thing, I bet&lt;br /&gt;
For the world too&lt;br /&gt;
But there&#39;s one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;
I know how to love&lt;br /&gt;
I will always give&lt;br /&gt;
And I will never shove&lt;br /&gt;
This is the man I want to be&lt;br /&gt;
You helped me finally see&lt;br /&gt;
I owe you everything,&lt;br /&gt;
But everything is gone &lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1633107895440493953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/1633107895440493953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/1633107895440493953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/1633107895440493953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/dreaming-of-your-divinity.html' title='Dreaming of Your Divinity '/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-8955158351764251053</id><published>2013-01-07T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T00:35:33.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Lie To Me</title><content type='html'>I love flowers.&lt;br /&gt;
And I also love death.&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s only so far to go&lt;br /&gt;
While holding your breath&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So take a minute and smell the roses&lt;br /&gt;
As the chlorine gas creeps up through&lt;br /&gt;
Seeping into all of our noses&lt;br /&gt;
Before we know what to do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s nothing to be ashamed about&lt;br /&gt;
This fascination with dying&lt;br /&gt;
We all just take a different route&lt;br /&gt;
And being honest is better than lying</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8955158351764251053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/8955158351764251053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/8955158351764251053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/8955158351764251053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/dont-lie-to-me.html' title='Don&#39;t Lie To Me'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-1693697913071562006</id><published>2013-01-07T00:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T00:32:21.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs Don&#39;t Dull Pain</title><content type='html'>The smell of pussy lingers long after you leave&lt;br /&gt;
As I sink into sweet opiatic bliss&lt;br /&gt;
You left your stained panties&lt;br /&gt;
Laying on my nightstand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear the typewriter click in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;
And I know you&#39;re not gone&lt;br /&gt;
Just writing another line&lt;br /&gt;
To just one more song&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stumbling I work my way towards you&lt;br /&gt;
Help me, I cry&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m falling away, I think I must die&lt;br /&gt;
You cradle me now, forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel stomach contents in my throat&lt;br /&gt;
As you drag me out&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing feels good anymore&lt;br /&gt;
And no one can help&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s cold outside is all I think&lt;br /&gt;
I hear a siren wailing&lt;br /&gt;
They&#39;re coming for me I know&lt;br /&gt;
But they&#39;ll never make it in time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1693697913071562006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/1693697913071562006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/1693697913071562006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/1693697913071562006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/drugs-dont-dull-pain.html' title='Drugs Don&#39;t Dull Pain'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-3802369244892723870</id><published>2013-01-07T00:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T00:21:19.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s Me... I&#39;m The Artist</title><content type='html'>A fucking burst of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;
Is surging through my veins&lt;br /&gt;
The best drug I&#39;ve ever smoked&lt;br /&gt;
Is pure creativity&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t help that you are vain&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how to help you&lt;br /&gt;
My hands are clenched in fists of rage&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m happy nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m off-the-wall and entirely&lt;br /&gt;
Confused with the mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;
No real artists anymore&lt;br /&gt;
Just pimps and their prized whore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I have words I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;
That will never be any use to me&lt;br /&gt;
Take them use them as you wish&lt;br /&gt;
Just remember who the artist is</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3802369244892723870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/3802369244892723870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/3802369244892723870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/3802369244892723870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/its-me-im-artist.html' title='It&#39;s Me... I&#39;m The Artist'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-5145439494448596182</id><published>2013-01-07T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T00:17:03.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Is A New Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I leave&lt;br /&gt;
I know this is wrong&lt;br /&gt;
But there&#39;s nothing left&lt;br /&gt;
Of this old song&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need to find new&lt;br /&gt;
New places and things&lt;br /&gt;
Fresh beginnings&lt;br /&gt;
And no diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The heart will lead&lt;br /&gt;
It always has&lt;br /&gt;
And plants the seed&lt;br /&gt;
That crosses paths&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My goal is west&lt;br /&gt;
Or possibly north&lt;br /&gt;
Never knowing what&lt;br /&gt;
Life will bring forth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But fear not friends&lt;br /&gt;
My new home is grand&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a place without ends&lt;br /&gt;
A place for me to stand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll be tall, with respect and love&lt;br /&gt;
No one will again belittle me&lt;br /&gt;
And I will always thank the man above&lt;br /&gt;
For showing me what I couldn&#39;t see</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5145439494448596182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/5145439494448596182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/5145439494448596182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/5145439494448596182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/tomorrow-is-new-day.html' title='Tomorrow Is A New Day'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-4150900305932649604</id><published>2013-01-07T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T00:09:08.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Escalation of Force</title><content type='html'>I am at peace&lt;br /&gt;
I need to rest&lt;br /&gt;
The battle has started&lt;br /&gt;
For this young vet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll soon come to find&lt;br /&gt;
That I have been nice&lt;br /&gt;
I have been kind&lt;br /&gt;
But it came with a price&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The price was devotion&lt;br /&gt;
Which has been thrown away&lt;br /&gt;
With one little notion&lt;br /&gt;
Of things gone astray&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But niceties are now gone&lt;br /&gt;
The happiness is past&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a brand new dawn&lt;br /&gt;
And only one of us shall last&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With this new day&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;
And nothing to say</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4150900305932649604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/4150900305932649604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/4150900305932649604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/4150900305932649604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/escalation-of-force.html' title='Escalation of Force'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-7793463614796786897</id><published>2013-01-07T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T00:02:06.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty Girl</title><content type='html'>Pretty pretty girl you know how it is&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll give you my hand, you give me a kiss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty pretty girl I know you know&lt;br /&gt;
You see in my heart and guide me slow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty pretty girl won&#39;t you walk with me&lt;br /&gt;
Teach me how I&#39;m supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty pretty girl now don&#39;t be shy&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll give me your hand and I&#39;ll wonder why&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7793463614796786897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/7793463614796786897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/7793463614796786897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/7793463614796786897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/pretty-pretty-girl.html' title='Pretty Pretty Girl'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-7143157133083914302</id><published>2013-01-06T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-06T23:58:35.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverending Story Of My Life</title><content type='html'>I had no money, nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;
I had no reason, none to live&lt;br /&gt;
You gave me a chance&lt;br /&gt;
You let me speak&lt;br /&gt;
I made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;
All tongue-in-cheek&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This soon escalated&lt;br /&gt;
To something more&lt;br /&gt;
God closed a window&lt;br /&gt;
And opened a door&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now here I sit&lt;br /&gt;
Right next to you&lt;br /&gt;
A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;
But closer too&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re in my head&lt;br /&gt;
And throughout my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Always thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;
When we&#39;re apart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now all I ask is to understand&lt;br /&gt;
All I can give, is to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;
If that&#39;s all you need then you&#39;re in luck&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll be yours, I won&#39;t run amok &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7143157133083914302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/7143157133083914302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/7143157133083914302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/7143157133083914302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/neverending-story-of-my-life.html' title='Neverending Story Of My Life'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-5430652718086366948</id><published>2013-01-06T23:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-06T23:46:18.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Chance</title><content type='html'>My heart beats harder&lt;br /&gt;
The butterflies flutter&lt;br /&gt;
When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My palms get sweaty&lt;br /&gt;
Knees feeling shaky&lt;br /&gt;
When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But like anything, given time&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll come around and you&#39;ll be mine&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me a story, I&#39;ll spin you a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;
Just like Cash, I walk the line&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing&#39;s ever made me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could feel just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m okay with a long hard wait&lt;br /&gt;
Because you&#39;ll be there, you are my fate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Color me jealous of the ones before&lt;br /&gt;
But they&#39;re not knocking on your door&lt;br /&gt;
I am here, as I always will be&lt;br /&gt;
Just give me a chance and you will see</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5430652718086366948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/5430652718086366948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/5430652718086366948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/5430652718086366948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/just-chance.html' title='Just A Chance'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-4072243465252539495</id><published>2013-01-02T01:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-02T01:21:27.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing</title><content type='html'>There is a box&lt;br /&gt;
High on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;
In it contains&lt;br /&gt;
knowledge and wealth&lt;br /&gt;
The higher you climb&lt;br /&gt;
The more you lose&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more you lose&lt;br /&gt;
The worse you feel&lt;br /&gt;
The more you need&lt;br /&gt;
The box to be real&lt;br /&gt;
Keep on climbing&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re almost there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re almost there&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s straight ahead&lt;br /&gt;
One more decision&lt;br /&gt;
Or else you&#39;re dead&lt;br /&gt;
Do you throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;
In an effort for glory and fame?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In an effort for glory and fame&lt;br /&gt;
You left yourself behind&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s nothing left&lt;br /&gt;
But an empty shell&lt;br /&gt;
A hollow piece&lt;br /&gt;
Of whatever remains </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4072243465252539495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/4072243465252539495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/4072243465252539495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/4072243465252539495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/climbing.html' title='Climbing'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-6817115438267055724</id><published>2013-01-02T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-02T01:00:32.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing It All</title><content type='html'>My heart is open, my mind is free&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing quite like serenity&lt;br /&gt;
An open field, a hidden vale&lt;br /&gt;
Our ocean boat with billowed sail&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My back is strong, my hands don&#39;t ache&lt;br /&gt;
I have learned what I can take&lt;br /&gt;
A frigid brook, a thorny rose&lt;br /&gt;
A loom to make our own clothes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The life is simple, the happiness true&lt;br /&gt;
Never again will I be blue&lt;br /&gt;
The sun will shine, the rain will fall&lt;br /&gt;
But I have you to share it all&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6817115438267055724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/6817115438267055724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/6817115438267055724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/6817115438267055724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/sharing-it-all.html' title='Sharing It All'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-3305775616253227066</id><published>2013-01-02T00:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-02T00:55:07.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Renaissance</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m back with a vengeance, it&#39;s a new renaissance&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing to lose, left with nonchalance&lt;br /&gt;
I was backed in a corner, but I am free&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing to lose, yet less misery&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yearn for peace, but understand&lt;br /&gt;
That no one&#39;s found it without a stand&lt;br /&gt;
I must fight, and I will win&lt;br /&gt;
So that you won&#39;t live again &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will stand strong and fight today&lt;br /&gt;
Behind the scenes and in the fray&lt;br /&gt;
Yelling commands to all my help&lt;br /&gt;
From elders to the new young welp&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We will come back, we will prevail&lt;br /&gt;
Over the hills and in the vale&lt;br /&gt;
These rivers will run with the blood&lt;br /&gt;
Heads will fall with a resounding &lt;i&gt;thud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually, you will see&lt;br /&gt;
The mistake was not me&lt;br /&gt;
For you alone had it all&lt;br /&gt;
Thrown away with one last call</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3305775616253227066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/3305775616253227066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/3305775616253227066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/3305775616253227066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/new-renaissance.html' title='New Renaissance'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-5835295017590877683</id><published>2013-01-02T00:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-02T00:41:35.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen</title><content type='html'>Sitting on her throne the Queen glares down&lt;br /&gt;
As her servants scurry around&lt;br /&gt;
She barks and she screams to all who can hear&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Do my bidding, you have nothing to fear!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one believes, but does as their told&lt;br /&gt;
There will be none to break the mold&lt;br /&gt;
But one soldier stands tall, he makes his escape&lt;br /&gt;
To flee from the pain he has come to embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He runs and he runs until he falls&lt;br /&gt;
Looks to the streets and the shopping malls&lt;br /&gt;
There is a woman, her name unknown&lt;br /&gt;
But in his heart, their tale is sewn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They go to the castle and storm the gates&lt;br /&gt;
Finding the Queen that everyone hates&lt;br /&gt;
They use their tact, they use their skill&lt;br /&gt;
Steal it all for their own thrill&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Your time has come, it was obscene,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The soldier cries to the Queen,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I stole your crown and your prize&lt;br /&gt;
I took what&#39;s mine, now no more lies!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5835295017590877683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/5835295017590877683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/5835295017590877683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/5835295017590877683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/blog-post_2.html' title='The Queen'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-5391647206603558038</id><published>2013-01-02T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-02T00:30:09.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Time Is Now</title><content type='html'>i am counting down to your embrace&lt;br /&gt;
the feeling leaving from my face&lt;br /&gt;
i do not hear i do not see&lt;br /&gt;
but that is no tragedy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i long for what i can not have&lt;br /&gt;
the prize that&#39;s just out of my grasp&lt;br /&gt;
a yearning for the one that&#39;s dear&lt;br /&gt;
that bullet placed behind my ear &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
a sanctified bitch&#39;s scorn&lt;br /&gt;
and the devil&#39;s bright red horn&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;m falling far from your grace&lt;br /&gt;
into her love embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the calender falls of the wall&lt;br /&gt;
as they say, time heals all&lt;br /&gt;
but wounds that can not bleed&lt;br /&gt;
will always be to plant the seed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the seed of doubt sown on the ground&lt;br /&gt;
leads to folly, the fool&#39;s around&lt;br /&gt;
lead him, drag him, he will stray&lt;br /&gt;
no one will be there for your day</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5391647206603558038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/5391647206603558038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/5391647206603558038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/5391647206603558038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/your-time-is-now.html' title='Your Time Is Now'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-6214586878437799365</id><published>2013-01-01T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T21:37:10.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soliloquy To Last The Ages</title><content type='html'>A soliloquy to last the ages, a dialogue to express my fears&lt;br /&gt;
A dream to last a fortnight, an dialogue to express my years&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Camphor and chamomile, a shaman&#39;s delight&lt;br /&gt;
Rid me of the dreams, save me from the fight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Squelch the rumors, the hate, the lies&lt;br /&gt;
Kill the rats, the traitors, the spies&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
An epiphany to last the ages, a speech to express my tears&lt;br /&gt;
A vivid lucidity to last forever, a love to express the new years</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6214586878437799365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/6214586878437799365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/6214586878437799365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/6214586878437799365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-soliloquy-to-last-ages.html' title='A Soliloquy To Last The Ages'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-3786306797642854329</id><published>2013-01-01T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T21:14:22.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is Knocking On My Door</title><content type='html'>My dreams are becoming realities, my fears are finally realized.&lt;br /&gt;
Even now, while in limbo, I yearn for you, standing at the window.&lt;br /&gt;
Cradle the baby, I&#39;ll be by your side, no more running, no reason to hide.&lt;br /&gt;
I flee the home where all I know is pain and sorrow, defeat and woe.&lt;br /&gt;
To go to a place far down below.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re waiting for me, I will run into your arms&lt;br /&gt;
Southern belle with your witty charms.&lt;br /&gt;
I crave thee now, forever I might,&lt;br /&gt;
Too soon to know what end is in sight.&lt;br /&gt;
But yet I chase, more intense than you know,&lt;br /&gt;
Oxytocin explosion this much I will show.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one to follow, a true partnership found,&lt;br /&gt;
The sweet embrace wrapped all around.&lt;br /&gt;
I sink into nirvana, sweet serene bliss,&lt;br /&gt;
As I wait for your voice, your touch, your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3786306797642854329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/3786306797642854329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/3786306797642854329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/3786306797642854329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-dreams-are-becoming-realities-my.html' title='Happiness Is Knocking On My Door'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-1004402536495647150</id><published>2012-12-24T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-24T23:26:01.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Lady</title><content type='html'>The old lady tossed me out on my ass&lt;br /&gt;
No more living large or spending cash&lt;br /&gt;
On the down and out and on the mend&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve only got one more message to send&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gotta tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;
Tell you the things I know are real&lt;br /&gt;
You kill me with a look&lt;br /&gt;
And you know how to kill&lt;br /&gt;
No shame, just the thrill&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1004402536495647150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/1004402536495647150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/1004402536495647150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/1004402536495647150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2012/12/old-lady.html' title='Old Lady'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990053.post-982884846812175675</id><published>2012-07-30T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-30T15:20:45.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch</title><content type='html'>There&#39;s a woman&lt;br /&gt;
The fucking bitch ruins me with a look&lt;br /&gt;
All she needs to do &lt;br /&gt;
Is to put the lead in my head&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m waiting for her to kill me&lt;br /&gt;
To put me out of my misery&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day I will be eased&lt;br /&gt;
The great divide will be ceased&lt;br /&gt;
She will rip off my face&lt;br /&gt;
And dissect the mind she can&#39;t understand</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/982884846812175675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/31990053/982884846812175675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/982884846812175675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990053/posts/default/982884846812175675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collinjoneswriting.blogspot.com/2012/07/bitch.html' title='Bitch'/><author><name>Collin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318620587007058945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXSsnpHkzmBOkC4u12HXmwVc1mTsxgt8VDPBCq9qWbh-TMi4qxsAXF3cuXVp9zWUhyCM5vFAKcxCEvEgyJ1slz02rxsH7ie3FSRr1pdakHqWCFtc3fS3wP0VMeZr5fw/s1600/skull-and-crossbones.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>