<?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-3860869499437895969</id><updated>2026-05-03T19:25:57.270-06:00</updated><category term="poetic prose"/><category term="Theories"/><category term="life as I know it"/><category term="New Year"/><category term="ex sister in law"/><category term="health"/><category term="money"/><category term="our culture"/><category term="paths"/><category term="work"/><title type='text'>Lou&#39;s Inferno</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-2364613720308265779</id><published>2012-04-10T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-04-10T13:21:34.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things to learn from our pups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BIxd392xi_WYsRwafxezoFFm5ktujixfjjHxMuWDcmW0jS6Qhk35MPiUQSp8H9y1uV-kk1gd_ALB2xh1zn3_AYfYSyPZLl7YUSG16s1RkSzNxp5jXzrxCYfDfbU79m3u4twrs5Yysk4/s1600/what+we+learn+from+dogs.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BIxd392xi_WYsRwafxezoFFm5ktujixfjjHxMuWDcmW0jS6Qhk35MPiUQSp8H9y1uV-kk1gd_ALB2xh1zn3_AYfYSyPZLl7YUSG16s1RkSzNxp5jXzrxCYfDfbU79m3u4twrs5Yysk4/s320/what+we+learn+from+dogs.jpg&quot; width=&quot;247&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/2364613720308265779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/2364613720308265779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2364613720308265779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2364613720308265779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2012/04/10-things-to-learn-from-our-pups.html' title='10 things to learn from our pups'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BIxd392xi_WYsRwafxezoFFm5ktujixfjjHxMuWDcmW0jS6Qhk35MPiUQSp8H9y1uV-kk1gd_ALB2xh1zn3_AYfYSyPZLl7YUSG16s1RkSzNxp5jXzrxCYfDfbU79m3u4twrs5Yysk4/s72-c/what+we+learn+from+dogs.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-9204579755112643677</id><published>2011-12-07T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:52:48.930-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life as I know it"/><title type='text'>Generation Techy: High School of Today</title><content type='html'>This poor generation is in for one hell of a ride.&amp;nbsp; Technology has left them speechless.&amp;nbsp; Literally.&amp;nbsp; They communicate through social networking, text messages, twitter, etc.&amp;nbsp; And yet, when it comes to confrontation...they shy away from it all, and go verbally abuse their friends/enemies via facebook and text messaging.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Luring and bating each other into a quasi-culture of&amp;nbsp;completely uncommitted promises that aren&#39;t held accountable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Emotions are held deep, dark, and secret, vs. putting them out on the table.&amp;nbsp; Articulating words and sentences has become a four letter word, and writing an actual hand written letter...well...good luck reading it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
So Teacher&#39;s and parents REALLY have their work cut out for them now.&amp;nbsp; This year I have had the absolute pleasure, and I mean that in all sincerity, of becoming a part of the Lincoln Public School system.&amp;nbsp; It has been wonderfully satisfying, and the kids are incredible.&amp;nbsp; I love watching them get excited about being successful, and although there have been significant trials &amp;amp; tribulations thus far, its amazing how much I truly want all of these kids to succeed in their life paths.&amp;nbsp; HOWEVER, it is SO difficult trying to stress day in and day out COMMUNICATE PLEASE.&amp;nbsp; Face your problems, deal with them head on and come to a justifiable conclusion/solution.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t run from the issues at hand.&amp;nbsp; Which also lends a helping hand into my own life...and facing everything I am thrown with as much diligence as possible.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
All the while, I do believe it is completely irresponsible for my generation and generations older to completely throw these kids under the bus, and look at their world of technology as completely asinine.&amp;nbsp; I think its important to understand it, and become a part of it as much as feasibly possible without crossing boundary lines, and help the kids to understand we want to understand them as much as we expect it vice versa.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
My unborn children...oh god...I dread the day they understand their mother and father were born in the 1980s.&amp;nbsp; How awkward is that conversation going to be...and where in the world will technology take us at that point????</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/9204579755112643677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/9204579755112643677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/9204579755112643677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/9204579755112643677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2011/12/high-school-of-today.html' title='Generation Techy: High School of Today'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-1210223646413251454</id><published>2011-12-07T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:01:31.139-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life as I know it"/><title type='text'>Divorce, Marriage &amp; everything in between</title><content type='html'>Guilt is a difficult hurdle to overcome.&amp;nbsp; After going through a divorce, I have finally started to feel like myself again.&amp;nbsp; The divorce was tough...don&#39;t get me wrong...it was excruciating making the choice to leave a man who had been nothing but understanding, loving, and compassionate.&amp;nbsp; But I also knew that i wasn&#39;t happy, which in turn made him as miserable as me.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it was selfish to go into the marriage wondering if it was right...but I don&#39;t regret it.&amp;nbsp; And if that makes me a selfish woman...so be it.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t regret my marriage to Brandon.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t regret any of my life learned lessons with him, or loving him enough to know my family, and my needs would never fit into his life.&amp;nbsp; And as much as it hurt to walk away from him...I can only hope he is happier now because of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
But that brings me full circle back to the life I&#39;m living today.&amp;nbsp; I have been fortunate enough to have my high school sweetheart come back into my adult life and sweep me off my feet all over again.&amp;nbsp; Last year was a brutally emotional year, and he stood tall beside me through it all.&amp;nbsp; I have my Grandmother&#39;s 100 year old engagement ring on my finger, and am going to wed Marshall on July 14th, 2012.&amp;nbsp; Not only that, my best friend and I have a new found respect for our friendship and have been through, yet again, a life altering transition only to come out on top of the pile still holding steadfast to our womanhood we are experiencing together.&amp;nbsp; I have literally turned my career upside down, and am coaching High school sports, subbing full time, and completely immersed into the school system...and I could not be happier. My personal bills are barely paid every month, and I can hardly contribute to Marshall and my house bills, insurance, etc....but the smile is still on my face.&amp;nbsp; I feel satisfied.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I&#39;m moving forward.&amp;nbsp; But I also have this incredible cloud of guilt, clinging to my back....which constantly makes me look behind.&amp;nbsp; How are you supposed to overcome your guilt of hurting a truly great person,&amp;nbsp;all the while&amp;nbsp;being blessed enough to find an old love in a new stage of my life?&amp;nbsp; I know planning this wedding should be exciting, but the guilt of being happy is a heavy burden.&amp;nbsp; Getting past that guilt...well I guess that&#39;s just the next obstacle in my life.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/1210223646413251454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/1210223646413251454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/1210223646413251454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/1210223646413251454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2011/12/divorce-marriage-everything-in-between.html' title='Divorce, Marriage &amp; everything in between'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-1135993453200466849</id><published>2010-08-11T13:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:51:26.810-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Come Back</title><content type='html'>What did these women do&lt;br /&gt;Where did your gentle go&lt;br /&gt;How are your feelings true&lt;br /&gt;When you&#39;ve hit the bottom low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even feel me&lt;br /&gt;Are memories all you&#39;ve got&lt;br /&gt;Our rooted family tree&lt;br /&gt;Should supply the lesson taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s time to heal your clot&lt;br /&gt;Let the pieces fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Come back to our sacred spot&lt;br /&gt;Come back and give your heart.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/1135993453200466849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/1135993453200466849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/1135993453200466849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/1135993453200466849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/come-back.html' title='Come Back'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-7149145006147271167</id><published>2010-08-11T13:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:18:37.417-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Sandpaper</title><content type='html'>Roughness consumes you&lt;br /&gt;
Darkness that confides&lt;br /&gt;
Deeper secrets leave a clue&lt;br /&gt;
Share your other side&lt;br /&gt;
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I know you&#39;re still there&lt;br /&gt;
But layers of gray hide&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes lock longing to bare&lt;br /&gt;
The past is mortal to collide&lt;br /&gt;
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Confessions slowly leak&lt;br /&gt;
Futures unfold a windy ride&lt;br /&gt;
Hazy glass seemed so bleak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Rip curl&lt;/span&gt; waters bring the tide.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/7149145006147271167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/7149145006147271167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/7149145006147271167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/7149145006147271167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/sandpaper.html' title='Sandpaper'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-277155316191501022</id><published>2010-08-11T13:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:48:17.315-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Unsolved</title><content type='html'>Cast your line&lt;br /&gt;Bring me in&lt;br /&gt;Drink my wine&lt;br /&gt;Eat my sin&lt;br /&gt;                  Find the bliss&lt;br /&gt;                  Swim too deep&lt;br /&gt;                  Simple in kiss&lt;br /&gt;                  Willows that weep&lt;br /&gt;Unsolved desire&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in dark&lt;br /&gt;Set me on fire&lt;br /&gt;Body left stark.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-2950750114178514120</id><published>2010-08-11T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:46:58.096-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Practicality</title><content type='html'>A coffee laden buzz drips slow&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes take me to a deeper low&lt;br /&gt;Ink runs quick to set the flow&lt;br /&gt;Confusion speaks fluid in tow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes set my core on fire&lt;br /&gt;Your words bring me to inspire&lt;br /&gt;Are your intentions to simply tire&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtless actions for acquire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me now that you knew&lt;br /&gt;A heart that falters and often flew&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak not certainly new&lt;br /&gt;Two on your line and you still do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken can&#39;t be taken back&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve said my piece and laid the track&lt;br /&gt;Take them seriously, hold the slack&lt;br /&gt;Find what you need to fill the crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll remain a mystery to you&lt;br /&gt;Tenderize my heart but please don&#39;t chew&lt;br /&gt;Steer your boat and man the crew&lt;br /&gt;Decide your fate, intend to be true.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/2950750114178514120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/2950750114178514120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2950750114178514120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2950750114178514120'/><link 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/&gt;Eyes lock on glances&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm&#39;s forbidden dances&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for the chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing waves of a womb&lt;br /&gt;Untold secrets swirl and loom&lt;br /&gt;Escaping their darkened tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to the skies&lt;br /&gt;My time to arise&lt;br /&gt;And let go of these ties.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/2714897056892400332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/2714897056892400332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2714897056892400332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2714897056892400332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/magnets.html' title='Magnets'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-8174991221374820650</id><published>2010-08-11T13:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:41:30.031-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Montana</title><content type='html'>You drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;You drive me sane&lt;br /&gt;My sight goes hazy&lt;br /&gt;You drug my vein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your lips&lt;br /&gt;I feel your soul&lt;br /&gt;You kiss my hips&lt;br /&gt;You fill me full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touch my face&lt;br /&gt;You touch my mind&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m in your trace&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m in your bind.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/8174991221374820650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/8174991221374820650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/8174991221374820650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/8174991221374820650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/montana.html' title='Montana'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-1398961407550565239</id><published>2010-08-11T13:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:39:54.117-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>Why when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Do you still need to crush my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making money spin a web so tight&lt;br /&gt;Putting evil spirits out to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies trapped by confusing word&lt;br /&gt;Anger and spite is all that&#39;s heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you can&#39;t let me go&lt;br /&gt;When the end is here and we both know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stagnant love knocks down the door&lt;br /&gt;A tear drop falls and hits the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hug me close and whisper low&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;love&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; a dream on paths that flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release this bond and hold it dear&lt;br /&gt;Release my love, embrace your fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all fell apart in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Release my love and let me fly.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/1398961407550565239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/1398961407550565239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/1398961407550565239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/1398961407550565239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/garage-sale.html' title='Garage Sale'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-4353051911715393791</id><published>2010-08-11T13:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:35:57.455-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Unheard</title><content type='html'>Pushing everything said away&lt;br /&gt;Not allowing yourself to think&lt;br /&gt;It won&#39;t make my pain stray&lt;br /&gt;These words won&#39;t drown and sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn&#39;t okay today&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are still here&lt;br /&gt;Because you didn&#39;t say&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how you deal&lt;br /&gt;Magically its solved&lt;br /&gt;I am completely real&lt;br /&gt;You need to be involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You abandoned my words&lt;br /&gt;You burned my heart&lt;br /&gt;You left...being unheard&lt;br /&gt;and tore my core apart.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/4353051911715393791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/4353051911715393791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/4353051911715393791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/4353051911715393791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/unheard.html' title='Unheard'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-5811032317292288671</id><published>2010-08-11T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:33:56.888-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Taunt</title><content type='html'>Avoid a look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this pool of bliss&lt;br /&gt;My heart always defies&lt;br /&gt;A lover&#39;s tempting kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this not to end&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the want&lt;br /&gt;And yet I still defend&lt;br /&gt;A lingering song to taunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One handed to me&lt;br /&gt;The One walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;Yet you&#39;re trying to set me free&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re trying to take my strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all my pain&lt;br /&gt;It tastes my body whole&lt;br /&gt;Give into the sweet strain&lt;br /&gt;It completes my aching soul.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/5811032317292288671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/5811032317292288671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/5811032317292288671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/5811032317292288671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/taunt.html' title='Taunt'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-6237165850885790686</id><published>2010-08-11T13:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:31:17.829-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Jagged Taurean Bull</title><content type='html'>Temporarily out of service&lt;br /&gt;Dares laid out to explore&lt;br /&gt;Essentially indulge in bliss&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the closed door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left behind dwelling on&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts float in air&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting new hope dawn&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I didn&#39;t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would ever come&lt;br /&gt;Similarities repelled the chance&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s enough for some&lt;br /&gt;My heart needs to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does that to me&lt;br /&gt;A look says it all&lt;br /&gt;He can set me free&lt;br /&gt;Can&#39;t help but fall.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/6237165850885790686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/6237165850885790686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/6237165850885790686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/6237165850885790686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/jagged-taurean-bull.html' title='Jagged Taurean Bull'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-4430386486701570788</id><published>2010-08-11T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:28:33.940-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Melt</title><content type='html'>Her fire can lick his blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And change teh concrete into mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiling over with poison urge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbs ache and slowly merge.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/4430386486701570788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/4430386486701570788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/4430386486701570788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/4430386486701570788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/melt.html' title='Melt'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-6858033596500600089</id><published>2010-08-11T13:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:27:57.037-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>Unraveling desire&lt;br /&gt;              questionable doubt&lt;br /&gt;passionate fire&lt;br /&gt;               unreliable drought&lt;br /&gt;If equal parts can not be&lt;br /&gt;                let the equally loved be me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/6858033596500600089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/6858033596500600089' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>The Grapevine</title><content type='html'>Restless beats at the door&lt;br /&gt;eyes of the dark&lt;br /&gt;souls of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markings on the sacred wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Chauncey&lt;/span&gt; glass&lt;br /&gt;A sodden call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; a lock&lt;br /&gt;I am the key&lt;br /&gt;You are my vine&lt;br /&gt;I am the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks of a spirit&lt;br /&gt;Clothes for the soul&lt;br /&gt;I am immortal&lt;br /&gt;You just burn coal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the accused&lt;br /&gt;Question the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Feathers of a legend&lt;br /&gt;Now seem all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts remain still&lt;br /&gt;Reversed in a motion&lt;br /&gt;Rumors of the cross&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s create a potion.</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-1008285441983484563</id><published>2010-08-11T13:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:24:09.051-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>Twisted words and rumpled sheets&lt;br /&gt;Hidden tears and lost defeats&lt;br /&gt;Outstretched leaps pray for hope&lt;br /&gt;Undying affection thirsts to cope&lt;br /&gt;Phrases contrived in fevered moans&lt;br /&gt;Musical secrets in amber tones&lt;br /&gt;Methodical waves of champagne envy&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics swell insane within me&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re on this road of hungering success&lt;br /&gt;Cleverly committed to nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Love&#39;s lingering finger tips burn&lt;br /&gt;My aching lips will never learn.</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-6475528014359923137</id><published>2010-08-11T13:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:22:20.440-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Lord I ask</title><content type='html'>Lord, I ask why&lt;br /&gt;You answer believe&lt;br /&gt;Why did you die&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to conceive&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I ask how&lt;br /&gt;You answer with love&lt;br /&gt;I understand now&lt;br /&gt;Wings soar above&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I ask when&lt;br /&gt;You answer in time&lt;br /&gt;Soothe wounded men&lt;br /&gt;Golden wings chime&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I ask where&lt;br /&gt;You answer right here&lt;br /&gt;This love is unfair&lt;br /&gt;Search for the cure&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I ask who&lt;br /&gt;You answer you know&lt;br /&gt;Lord, what should I do&lt;br /&gt;You answer let go.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/6475528014359923137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/6475528014359923137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/6475528014359923137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/6475528014359923137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/lord-i-ask.html' title='Lord I ask'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-3821643801904933598</id><published>2010-08-11T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:20:45.974-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Hopper</title><content type='html'>A cafe scene is set&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers appear near&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s no sign of regret&lt;br /&gt;But subtle signs of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is right&lt;br /&gt;Even all the wrongs&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s holding on so tight&lt;br /&gt;Does either hand belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s a mystery in the air&lt;br /&gt;Its left unsolved so far&lt;br /&gt;He can&#39;t bare to stare&lt;br /&gt;We haven&#39;t set the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe lights have dimmed&lt;br /&gt;Secrets still afloat&lt;br /&gt;The night quickly trimmed&lt;br /&gt;Anything left to quote.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/3821643801904933598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/3821643801904933598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/3821643801904933598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/3821643801904933598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/hopper.html' title='Hopper'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-94938442374100082</id><published>2010-08-11T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:18:54.014-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Merge</title><content type='html'>I feel a little wreck less&lt;br /&gt;Running down the checklist&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s wrong and what&#39;s right&lt;br /&gt;Hope soars through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out of your blind spot&lt;br /&gt;Read the lessons taught&lt;br /&gt;Rear views mean too late&lt;br /&gt;Side mirrors appear close fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unclear expressions read&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from your mouth seed&lt;br /&gt;What is it you feel&lt;br /&gt;Was anything really real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re so scared to fall&lt;br /&gt;Off that cracked glass wall&lt;br /&gt;I see right through your smile&lt;br /&gt;Merge into this for awhile.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/94938442374100082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/94938442374100082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/94938442374100082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/94938442374100082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/merge.html' title='Merge'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-6057913751843270986</id><published>2010-08-11T13:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:16:20.172-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Font</title><content type='html'>We live with our flaws&lt;br /&gt;We make our path&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the applause&lt;br /&gt;Assuming the wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We choose our truth&lt;br /&gt;We speak our mind&lt;br /&gt;Bluntness is uncouth&lt;br /&gt;Searching to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories set the font&lt;br /&gt;Words on a page&lt;br /&gt;Lingering fingers taunt&lt;br /&gt;Filled with love and rage.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/6057913751843270986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/6057913751843270986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/6057913751843270986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/6057913751843270986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/font.html' title='Font'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-3784447190875828589</id><published>2010-08-11T13:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:04:27.473-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Thirst</title><content type='html'>What is this need I need&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling I feel&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to feed&lt;br /&gt;Why do we want to seal&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;Every time I&#39;m at your center&lt;br /&gt;Has no one every lied&lt;br /&gt;Or ever tired to enter&lt;br /&gt;What is this wall you build&lt;br /&gt;What is this clock ticking&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need to be filled&lt;br /&gt;With what is clicking&lt;br /&gt;Why can&#39;t I breathe&lt;br /&gt;When you don&#39;t say&lt;br /&gt;Why can&#39;t I sheath&lt;br /&gt;When its not ok&lt;br /&gt;I crumble so easy&lt;br /&gt;Yet show no mercy&lt;br /&gt;Insides become queasy&lt;br /&gt;You leave me thirsty.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/3784447190875828589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/3784447190875828589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/3784447190875828589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/3784447190875828589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/poetic-prose_11.html' title='Thirst'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-2960192921791420448</id><published>2010-08-11T12:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:03:45.830-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;You say honesty is your game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Written throughout your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;But where&#39;s the this truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Actions are so uncouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;All I want to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Is where is your flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Do you have any room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;For your heart to consume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Your eyes burn through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;You&#39;re the one who knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve fallen from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;But again taste the tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Everything fits like a glove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Something sent from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;How did you become you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;What makes you so true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I blame you for my jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;For this throat lump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I&#39;m a natural being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Who is completely seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Where is your flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;What don&#39;t you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I&#39;m lifted beyond this all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;And yet all I do is fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/2960192921791420448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/2960192921791420448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2960192921791420448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2960192921791420448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2010/08/poetic-prose.html' title='Flow'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-4497363306559524333</id><published>2009-02-25T10:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:38:26.810-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetic prose"/><title type='text'>New Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Filler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sin created my killer&lt;br /&gt;Your sin left this hole&lt;br /&gt;And all you received was a filler&lt;br /&gt;For 31 years of a forgotten goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you rub the pain deeper&lt;br /&gt;And expect smiles in return&lt;br /&gt;Her see-through lust couldn&#39;t be cheaper&lt;br /&gt;But we will survive your burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you find yourself again&lt;br /&gt;I pray my father will surface&lt;br /&gt;Your efforts are put to strain&lt;br /&gt;But can find that sacred purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Laura Daigle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harbor on Antiquated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Her eyes harbored on antiquated&lt;br /&gt;His mouth was all she read&lt;br /&gt;Their thoughts somehow fated&lt;br /&gt;For everything left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left the world she lived&lt;br /&gt;He gave her soul-less flight&lt;br /&gt;Their lips burned to forgive&lt;br /&gt;The mortal blackened night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futures abound curled paths ahead&lt;br /&gt;Two lives imprinted in history&lt;br /&gt;Forever will never be completely said&lt;br /&gt;And forever will always be the mystery...&lt;br /&gt;Laura Daigle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loaded Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I gave my gun away loaded&lt;br /&gt;A shot you took shaped &amp;amp; molded&lt;br /&gt;Blanks fired throughout my soul&lt;br /&gt;Burying skeletons tired &amp;amp; full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bullet reached mortal ground&lt;br /&gt;Where a lifeless past died &amp;amp; found&lt;br /&gt;Secrets stored for target&#39;s aim&lt;br /&gt;Releasing dark &amp;amp; all it&#39;s shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wash my hands of hate&#39;s blood stain&lt;br /&gt;I take my share, I take your blame&lt;br /&gt;I give you back my loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;I give it back as all or none...&lt;br /&gt;Laura Daigle</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/4497363306559524333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/4497363306559524333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/4497363306559524333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/4497363306559524333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-poems.html' title='New Poems'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860869499437895969.post-2266953950682934337</id><published>2008-05-01T08:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:39:11.896-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Theories"/><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>An old year passes, the days fly by&lt;br /&gt;Those new resolutions reach sky high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old memories are caught in photos so clear&lt;br /&gt;New friends bring hope with shining, bright cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our paths keep winding, their roads of success&lt;br /&gt;Our days keep records of whispers to confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make our goals for this bright New Year&lt;br /&gt;To hold and bind these dreams from our fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology booms, handwritten divides&lt;br /&gt;Computer screens loom, and people collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through each day new, we question our fate&lt;br /&gt;With each hour gone, don’t sit and just wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this New Year to heart my dear friend&lt;br /&gt;Take this New Year and run with amend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn a new page &amp;amp; leave written the past&lt;br /&gt;Life is only present, and it goes far too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Cheers to the New Year&lt;br /&gt;                                    Laura A. Allen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/feeds/2266953950682934337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3860869499437895969/2266953950682934337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2266953950682934337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860869499437895969/posts/default/2266953950682934337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousinferno.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Laura Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700578836685719081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGcDxEBrI5g/TGLtwHCaH8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rwPlIXajZQQ/S220/just+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>