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Poetry</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" 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/&gt;Yet deep intense passion,&lt;br /&gt;Romantic and sensual,&lt;br /&gt;The world seems simple&lt;br /&gt;And life bright and cheery,&lt;br /&gt;All with one sweet kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-4360096215780881611?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/0pjRi_Ybxe4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4360096215780881611/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/cotton-candy-kisses.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/4360096215780881611?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T22:00:47.644-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Challenge: DeviantArt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deadbeat Fathers" /><title>Letters Never Sent</title><content type="html">I wrote a letter&lt;br /&gt;To demand answers,&lt;br /&gt;I poured my soul&lt;br /&gt;Into the printed words,&lt;br /&gt;Tears stained the pages&lt;br /&gt;And smeared my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to know&lt;br /&gt;Why you never loved&lt;br /&gt;Your first born child,&lt;br /&gt;Did you easily forget&lt;br /&gt;Or did you pretend&lt;br /&gt;Your seed was never shared?&lt;br /&gt;Was it easy to&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Years later I wondered&lt;br /&gt;If you admitted to fatherhood&lt;br /&gt;Before your other children,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this all&lt;br /&gt;In a letter,&lt;br /&gt;Sealed it with a tear,&lt;br /&gt;Added it to several more,&lt;br /&gt;Of letters never sent,&lt;br /&gt;For if you were to answer&lt;br /&gt;With truth or lies&lt;br /&gt;It matters not,&lt;br /&gt;If you were to answer&lt;br /&gt;I would have to admit&lt;br /&gt;To being your daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-2583243905134605876?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/VMvQUiXm770" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2583243905134605876/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/letters-never-sent.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/2583243905134605876?v=2" /><link 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T11:53:29.836-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Challenge: DeviantArt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heartbreak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Eraser</title><content type="html">In a book&lt;br /&gt;With edges frayed&lt;br /&gt;And pages worn,&lt;br /&gt;There I once&lt;br /&gt;Wrote of a&lt;br /&gt;Love I thought so pure,&lt;br /&gt;A love that consumed&lt;br /&gt;My very soul,&lt;br /&gt;Was I too young&lt;br /&gt;Was I naive,&lt;br /&gt;Does love truly exist&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just&lt;br /&gt;A passing fade,&lt;br /&gt;Words written in happiness&lt;br /&gt;Words written in hope,&lt;br /&gt;Written with no &lt;br /&gt;Knowledge of heartbreak,&lt;br /&gt;A life I never wish&lt;br /&gt;To write about again,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a devotion&lt;br /&gt;Without lies&lt;br /&gt;Without deceptions,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to erase&lt;br /&gt;The days I was blinded&lt;br /&gt;By an impure love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-2343916132733466117?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/agYwQghuNvE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2343916132733466117/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/eraser.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/2343916132733466117?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/2343916132733466117?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" 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tongue,&lt;br /&gt;Managing to sooth&lt;br /&gt;yet burn all the same,&lt;br /&gt;The first dose is measures&lt;br /&gt;Until the tears refuse to cease,&lt;br /&gt;The bottle tips&lt;br /&gt;Pouring clear relief,&lt;br /&gt;All I wish is an end&lt;br /&gt;An end to this inconsolable grief,&lt;br /&gt;Though the end is but&lt;br /&gt;A momentary lapse,&lt;br /&gt;A pause is all I can wish,&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning inside a bottle&lt;br /&gt;A bottle clear and cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-593184230621742664?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/0iRzgTPnvpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/593184230621742664/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFQ3o-eip7ImA9WxNUEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-7883815051921816054</id><published>2009-11-02T16:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:20:12.452-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T16:20:12.452-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Challenge: Every Photo" /><title>Behind The Door</title><content type="html">A wooden door&lt;br /&gt;Stands before,&lt;br /&gt;Blocking the way in,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the outside world&lt;br /&gt;Unable to cross the threshold,&lt;br /&gt;This door also&lt;br /&gt;Locks in the cries of anguish,&lt;br /&gt;The light creeps &lt;br /&gt;Through the corners,&lt;br /&gt;Beckoning from a life unknown,&lt;br /&gt;What lays beyond this door&lt;br /&gt;That guards my heart,&lt;br /&gt;What lays beyond the walls&lt;br /&gt;That guard my soul,&lt;br /&gt;What lays beyond this life&lt;br /&gt;That I have lived so long,&lt;br /&gt;A jumble of keys&lt;br /&gt;Surely one must fit,&lt;br /&gt;One step out to feel&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine upon my skin,&lt;br /&gt;One moment to take in&lt;br /&gt;A breath of air fresh,&lt;br /&gt;One step out this door&lt;br /&gt;To a new life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-7883815051921816054?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/4ZYJT8OKyTg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7883815051921816054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/behind-door.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBR34-cSp7ImA9WxNUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-70374331621854472</id><published>2009-11-01T13:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:59:16.059-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T13:59:16.059-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photograph" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Challenge: 1000 Words" /><title>Cooling of the Days</title><content type="html">Crunch crunch crunch...&lt;br /&gt;Crisp and cool beneath my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Down the path I make my way&lt;br /&gt;To find myself another day,&lt;br /&gt;This journey controls my time&lt;br /&gt;And captures my soul,&lt;br /&gt;My eye watching careful&lt;br /&gt;For a sight to freeze behind the lens,&lt;br /&gt;As the sun slips from&lt;br /&gt;The cerulean sky,&lt;br /&gt;Frost attempts to share his chill,&lt;br /&gt;Crunch crunch crunch...&lt;br /&gt;Leaves of amber and auburn&lt;br /&gt;Float to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like falling tears from the trees,&lt;br /&gt;The days of summer have gone&lt;br /&gt;Draining color from the hours,&lt;br /&gt;Soon the winds will blow&lt;br /&gt;With curtains of white closing,&lt;br /&gt;Crunch crunch crunch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-70374331621854472?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/FlwVsJhLnRk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/70374331621854472/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooling-of-days.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAMR3c-cCp7ImA9WxNUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-1031911033365770453</id><published>2009-10-09T16:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:19:46.958-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T13:19:46.958-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grief" /><title>Escape the Rain</title><content type="html">Like a flash in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Grief rips apart my soul,&lt;br /&gt;In an instant so brief&lt;br /&gt;All the walls have&lt;br /&gt;Been burnt to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me raw and exposed&lt;br /&gt;Unable to turn the pain away,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I had&lt;br /&gt;Built barriers against&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly were able to attack&lt;br /&gt;Deep down to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Grief opened the door&lt;br /&gt;And tore apart my defenses,&lt;br /&gt;All the memories I was able to hide from&lt;br /&gt;Rain down on my skin like frozen needles,&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay here on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;Unable to feel beyond&lt;br /&gt;The urge to tip back the bottle,&lt;br /&gt;And for even for a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;I could forget the pain&lt;br /&gt;And escape the rain,&lt;br /&gt;My body aches&lt;br /&gt;And my thirst has no delay&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels as if&lt;br /&gt;All I had loved is gone,&lt;br /&gt;For just a moment&lt;br /&gt;Can I escape the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Can I hide the pain?&lt;br /&gt;For just a moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-1031911033365770453?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/F5xQY7Diok0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1031911033365770453/comments/default" title="Post 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gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMSX0-eip7ImA9WxNWEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-1722120925300002849</id><published>2009-10-07T18:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:44:48.352-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-10T18:44:48.352-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>I Took a Walk</title><content type="html">Its just a bit of kryponite&lt;br /&gt;I left my body somewhere&lt;br /&gt;In the sands of time,&lt;br /&gt;As I took a walk&lt;br /&gt;To find myself&lt;br /&gt;And who I should have been,&lt;br /&gt;The answers are all the same&lt;br /&gt;All hidden in the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Realizing how small we are,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering which one will &lt;br /&gt;Shoot across the sky&lt;br /&gt;And grant my wish tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I let my mind wander&lt;br /&gt;And leave my body behind&lt;br /&gt;In the world of tangible,&lt;br /&gt;I ride the waves of imagination&lt;br /&gt;Soaring through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Of doubt, dreams, and damnation,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-1722120925300002849?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/5hNXmCnitHc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1722120925300002849/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-took-walk.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/1722120925300002849?v=2" /><link rel="self" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-30T22:22:22.342-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heartbreak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Lullaby</title><content type="html">Kalei Kalei do not cry for me&lt;br /&gt;For I am but a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;To send you off to pleasant dreams,&lt;br /&gt;A thought to ease your woes&lt;br /&gt;And heal your broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;Though you long to be held&lt;br /&gt;Tightly in my arms&lt;br /&gt;This cannot happen tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and imagine&lt;br /&gt;Me there by your side,&lt;br /&gt;For I do not wish&lt;br /&gt;To see you cry,&lt;br /&gt;Kalei remember though I am gone&lt;br /&gt;My memory lives in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Hold true to the love we had&lt;br /&gt;If that will ease the pain,&lt;br /&gt;But dear Kalei know this&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we were never meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;After all these years we may still fit&lt;br /&gt;And seem like a missing piece,&lt;br /&gt;But after all this time&lt;br /&gt;We are still not one&lt;br /&gt;Not the way your heart desires,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the happiness&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps this is&lt;br /&gt;All we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Kalei do not cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be your lullaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-6904386171005426240?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/KfFihikOC4Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6904386171005426240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/lullaby_30.html#comment-form" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;D08DQ38_cSp7ImA9WxNXEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-4069281008553972351</id><published>2009-09-29T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:57:52.149-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T20:57:52.149-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self Confidence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Finding My Voice</title><content type="html">Deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl I know,&lt;br /&gt;Yet she is a stranger&lt;br /&gt;All of you will not see,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself screaming out&lt;br /&gt;But unable to find my voice,&lt;br /&gt;I dream in shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;In a world seemingly fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;My name up in lights,&lt;br /&gt;Or a little house painted white,&lt;br /&gt;A life safe and settled&lt;br /&gt;Or wild and carefree,&lt;br /&gt;Anything that I already see&lt;br /&gt;Is the life I dream I can be,&lt;br /&gt;My soul has been held prisoner&lt;br /&gt;To the lack of love of the&lt;br /&gt;One I gave my heart to long ago,&lt;br /&gt;I bite my tongue&lt;br /&gt;And forget my dreams&lt;br /&gt;For a fragile maybe from his lips,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he promises&lt;br /&gt;The life I've always yearned,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he pretends to know&lt;br /&gt;But in truth we are clueless,&lt;br /&gt;I must reach down deep&lt;br /&gt;And find the girl I should have been,&lt;br /&gt;The one who lose her voice&lt;br /&gt;That day she met you,&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we make sense&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot wait around on love&lt;br /&gt;And on dreams that have yet to come through,&lt;br /&gt;I am finding my voice&lt;br /&gt;Shouting out and singing a new song,&lt;br /&gt;I am finding my dream&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on a new star,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could come with me&lt;br /&gt;As I venture forth to find&lt;br /&gt;The girl I should have been,&lt;br /&gt;But while I am finding my voice&lt;br /&gt;The world we knew has muted&lt;br /&gt;Faded from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Though I am out there&lt;br /&gt;Finding my voice,&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-4069281008553972351?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/Bk47zSMgBFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4069281008553972351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/finding-my-voice.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/4069281008553972351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/4069281008553972351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~3/Bk47zSMgBFM/finding-my-voice.html" title="Finding My Voice" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/finding-my-voice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADSHYyeSp7ImA9WxNXEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-1107437873051970274</id><published>2009-09-27T20:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:19:39.891-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T20:19:39.891-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heartbreak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Trying Not To Think</title><content type="html">Sweet sixteen and full of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about&lt;br /&gt;Our first time,&lt;br /&gt;How scared but safe I felt&lt;br /&gt;Being held in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About our goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been broken&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and scattered in the night,&lt;br /&gt;And you came along&lt;br /&gt;To hold me tight and clear&lt;br /&gt;Away my falling tear,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About all my secrets&lt;br /&gt;Of which only you know,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;Of those late nights laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Or those hours just talking,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About our goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About the day he came into life,&lt;br /&gt;The day I became a mother&lt;br /&gt;And you became a father,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About all the nights&lt;br /&gt;Spent scared and alone,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if decisions were right&lt;br /&gt;If I had the strength to continue on,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About the days you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And the few days you were here,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About our goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to remember&lt;br /&gt;How easy it is to love&lt;br /&gt;And how easily my heart breaks,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About you when I decide&lt;br /&gt;On if I will stay or go,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About being in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;I try not to feel&lt;br /&gt;I try to pretend&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I try to act as if you&lt;br /&gt;Never touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;Never were part of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I try not to remember&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-1107437873051970274?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/6oR0Ek4HKU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1107437873051970274/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-not-to-think.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GRH4zfyp7ImA9WxNQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-2091651193907869379</id><published>2009-09-24T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:07:05.087-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T15:07:05.087-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>You I Need</title><content type="html">I just want you here&lt;br /&gt;To hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Sleep alone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;So pull me in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me not to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Its ok if you&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me,&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you care,&lt;br /&gt;With only you&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel safe,&lt;br /&gt;Its you I need&lt;br /&gt;To comfort me now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking&lt;br /&gt;For your love,&lt;br /&gt;Not begging for&lt;br /&gt;A forever promise,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Sleep alone tonight&lt;div 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href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~3/h5xgN4iWimg/you-i-need.html" title="You I Need" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-i-need.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBR3wzeCp7ImA9WxNQFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-6313396353959545055</id><published>2009-09-21T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:44:16.280-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-21T18:44:16.280-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deadbeat Fathers" /><title>Would You</title><content type="html">If I call you today&lt;br /&gt;And tell you of a life&lt;br /&gt;That was created yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me,&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;If I told you the father ran&lt;br /&gt;Because of the responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;Would you have sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;If I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I am scared&lt;br /&gt;That I can't do it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold me,&lt;br /&gt;Would you brush away my tears,&lt;br /&gt;If the world turns it's back on me&lt;br /&gt;Would you still hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;If everyone gossiped of me&lt;br /&gt;Would you defend my honor,&lt;br /&gt;If I call you today&lt;br /&gt;Would you still be my friend tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-6313396353959545055?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/e3VnJU351eQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6313396353959545055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/6313396353959545055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/6313396353959545055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~3/e3VnJU351eQ/would-you.html" title="Would You" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEDQXc5cCp7ImA9WxNQGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-1773475096058718747</id><published>2009-09-17T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:37:50.928-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T01:37:50.928-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heartbreak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Happy</title><content type="html">It tears my heart apart&lt;br /&gt;But love does funny things,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what might have been,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing something could be,&lt;br /&gt;Alas but I do not know&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds for me,&lt;br /&gt;My soul longs to be your mate&lt;br /&gt;But yet I hesitate,&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;So I will let you go,&lt;br /&gt;I will turn the other way,&lt;br /&gt;Find someone who will &lt;br /&gt;Treat you right,&lt;br /&gt;Do not settle&lt;br /&gt;For the wrong one again,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand to see&lt;br /&gt;You in that pain,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so I will &lt;br /&gt;Turn and walk away,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;And if that's not with me&lt;br /&gt;Then I have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait forever&lt;br /&gt;Hoping on a dream,&lt;br /&gt;We seem to fit so perfectly&lt;br /&gt;But never try to finish this puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;I only feel alive&lt;br /&gt;When you are here beside me,&lt;br /&gt;But I will sacrifice my love&lt;br /&gt;For you to find another,&lt;br /&gt;I will turn around&lt;br /&gt;And look the other way,&lt;br /&gt;All I want you to be is happy&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is not with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-1773475096058718747?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/3NJaH7h-7Fw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1773475096058718747/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/1773475096058718747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/1773475096058718747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~3/3NJaH7h-7Fw/happy.html" title="Happy" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QARnw8eip7ImA9WxNQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-6070176373590067410</id><published>2009-09-15T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:02:27.272-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-15T19:02:27.272-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Challenge: 1000 Words" /><title>An Empty Room</title><content type="html">I sit upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;staring up at the empty walls,&lt;br /&gt;The paint faded with time&lt;br /&gt;And filled with faint picture lines,&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit in an empty room&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how time has gone,&lt;br /&gt;New memories will be made,&lt;br /&gt;A new life I am about to live,&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of this life&lt;br /&gt;And into another,&lt;br /&gt;I am about to venture out&lt;br /&gt;On a grand adventure,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps tragedy and heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Linger around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;Or just maybe happily-ever-after&lt;br /&gt;Is waiting there for me,&lt;br /&gt;All I know is everything is about to change,&lt;br /&gt;I think of this as I sit&lt;br /&gt;In this empty room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/empty-room.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFQnw8eip7ImA9WxNWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-5362698898153124699</id><published>2009-09-07T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:21:53.272-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-10T00:21:53.272-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grief" /><title>Ride Alyssa Ride</title><content type="html">You were always one of a kind,&lt;br /&gt;A cowgirl in a man's world,&lt;br /&gt;You never listened to&lt;br /&gt;"No you can't"&lt;br /&gt;As you went off with&lt;br /&gt;You bell and your rope,&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can say is&lt;br /&gt;Ride Alyssa ride,&lt;br /&gt;Take that 8 second bull&lt;br /&gt;And ride across&lt;br /&gt;The clear blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And don't look back,&lt;br /&gt;Ride Alyssa Ride,&lt;br /&gt;I always knew you'd &lt;br /&gt;Be one of the greats,&lt;br /&gt;And now you're up against&lt;br /&gt;Lane Frost himself&lt;br /&gt;At that rodeo in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say is&lt;br /&gt;Ride Alyssa ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-5362698898153124699?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/VTB9XyyTXSY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5362698898153124699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/ride-alyssa-ride.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/5362698898153124699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/5362698898153124699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~3/VTB9XyyTXSY/ride-alyssa-ride.html" title="Ride Alyssa Ride" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/ride-alyssa-ride.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYEQXw9cCp7ImA9WxNSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-7890912245935522858</id><published>2009-09-03T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:35:00.268-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T00:35:00.268-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Time" /><title>Breathe</title><content type="html">Take a moment&lt;br /&gt;And pause time,&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at &lt;br /&gt;The world around you,&lt;br /&gt;And just breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-7890912245935522858?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/SgATr2lp090" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7890912245935522858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/breathe.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/7890912245935522858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/7890912245935522858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~3/SgATr2lp090/breathe.html" title="Breathe" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/breathe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CRnk6fip7ImA9WxNSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-2224814229025632912</id><published>2009-09-02T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:06:07.716-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-02T00:06:07.716-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><title>Play</title><content type="html">I see you there&lt;br /&gt;Peaking back at me,&lt;br /&gt;I see your grin&lt;br /&gt;As you're ready to pounce,&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to fright&lt;br /&gt;As you leap from hiding,&lt;br /&gt;I shriek and run&lt;br /&gt;As your little legs follow,&lt;br /&gt;Playing with you&lt;br /&gt;Is the highlight of my day,&lt;br /&gt;For how can anything&lt;br /&gt;Be more important&lt;br /&gt;Than time spent&lt;br /&gt;With my son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-2224814229025632912?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/1EltwjY4iKE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2224814229025632912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/play.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/2224814229025632912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grief" /><title>No Words</title><content type="html">Sometimes there are no words&lt;br /&gt;To express an emotion too strong,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to comfort&lt;br /&gt;And take this ache away,&lt;br /&gt;I want to heal your shattered world&lt;br /&gt;But can find no words,&lt;br /&gt;As our hearts are weeping&lt;br /&gt;And our souls are screaming,&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe this day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-1414446448625586195?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/r2MIPV8EuaE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1414446448625586195/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-words.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/1414446448625586195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/1414446448625586195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~3/r2MIPV8EuaE/no-words.html" title="No Words" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4EQH4zeip7ImA9WxNSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-7684591238913478329</id><published>2009-08-31T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:35:01.082-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-31T00:35:01.082-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Star" /><title>Follow Your Star</title><content type="html">Be your own person&lt;br /&gt;And follow your star,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where it may lead&lt;br /&gt;It is where you are meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Find your own dreams&lt;br /&gt;And sing your own song,&lt;br /&gt;And you shall shine and sparkle&lt;br /&gt;Like a diamond in the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-7684591238913478329?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/ymkJQJ0dp-Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7684591238913478329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-your-star.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/7684591238913478329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7207858243185868099/posts/default/7684591238913478329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~3/ymkJQJ0dp-Y/follow-your-star.html" title="Follow Your Star" /><author><name>Holly Elizabeth-Jean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jNgNWpI08-g/SlfBR5g2hjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cO66rsHyiq4/S220/Golden.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-your-star.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICRHg5eyp7ImA9WxNSFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-253431755472733079</id><published>2009-08-30T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:42:45.623-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-30T01:42:45.623-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grief" /><title>Still Here</title><content type="html">Today we gather to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To a friend daughter sister,&lt;br /&gt;To a girl we all hold dear,&lt;br /&gt;Life sometimes leaves us with&lt;br /&gt;So many unanswered questions, &lt;br /&gt;All of which begin with why,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a magic word&lt;br /&gt;That would ease the ache inside,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;And a single second be changed,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew the answer why,&lt;br /&gt;All I do know is though in body&lt;br /&gt;Our dear young girl has left,&lt;br /&gt;But she shall live on forever,&lt;br /&gt;For now her spirit lives in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;For every person who holds a memory&lt;br /&gt;Holds a part of her soul with them forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-253431755472733079?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/sGJp0k9NTWY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/253431755472733079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIBQ3k6eSp7ImA9WxNQEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207858243185868099.post-2105288773802806741</id><published>2009-08-29T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:22:32.711-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-15T14:22:32.711-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grief" /><title>Where Were You</title><content type="html">You were there that day&lt;br /&gt;She was born,&lt;br /&gt;You were there&lt;br /&gt;Protecting that little girl&lt;br /&gt;From a midnight fire,&lt;br /&gt;You were there when&lt;br /&gt;She spent eight seconds&lt;br /&gt;Upon those wild bulls,&lt;br /&gt;All along her way&lt;br /&gt;You had been there,&lt;br /&gt;But where were you yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't you there&lt;br /&gt;When that gravel road&lt;br /&gt;Took that girl away?&lt;br /&gt;Surely a child of but fifteen&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't needed in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Surely if someone had to die&lt;br /&gt;It could have been another,&lt;br /&gt;Why did you take her&lt;br /&gt;Who inspired girls to break the mold,&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't you there&lt;br /&gt;To protect her that night?&lt;br /&gt;All along you had watched&lt;br /&gt;And guided her through life,&lt;br /&gt;Where were you&lt;br /&gt;As her truck rolled?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you as&lt;br /&gt;Her last breath escaped?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you take her&lt;br /&gt;When we needed her here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-2105288773802806741?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/vpml09TniJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2105288773802806741/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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after,&lt;br /&gt;The new things I found&lt;br /&gt;After I healed from the heartache,&lt;br /&gt;Even though these old photographs&lt;br /&gt;Will never remind you of me,&lt;br /&gt;I can only remember you,&lt;br /&gt;With memories bittersweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-3718457784665378350?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/mKOzBNXhzgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3718457784665378350/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/memories-bittersweet.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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/&gt;To a captivating novel,&lt;br /&gt;A shadow cast&lt;br /&gt;Always following,&lt;br /&gt;A witches hat&lt;br /&gt;And her cat,&lt;br /&gt;The dress of grievers&lt;br /&gt;Gathered to say farewell,&lt;br /&gt;A midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;Illuminated by twinkling stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7207858243185868099-2788989557331490649?l=pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PinkPenguinPoetry/~4/cxrP_iqVIAI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2788989557331490649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pinkpenguinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/black.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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