<?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-3634809507422811685</id><updated>2024-08-29T05:49:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SoundsOfMyWords</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-9187348136129970431</id><published>2017-03-27T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2017-03-27T04:53:13.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Kind..</title><summary type="text">

picture source

You proved me right..I just hope you know, I know..The difference between us is really starting to show..Holding on to letting go..Who would have ever guessed you would stoop this low..







They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste&amp;nbsp;

Hearts &amp;amp; souls should mean more to us than materialistic things and a pretty face&amp;nbsp;

Running from my past in my dreams, hoping</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/9187348136129970431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2017/03/the-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/9187348136129970431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/9187348136129970431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2017/03/the-mind.html' title='Be Kind..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-5621426001949852852</id><published>2016-04-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-16T08:11:03.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles &amp; Miles..</title><summary type="text">

picture source




How many hearts do I have to touch before I&#39;m remembered as a good person?

I just want to get to the point where everything&#39;s okay and I can tell my mom she can stop working...

Since she has been doing it alone ever since I could remember..

None of us want to see our parents having to work forever..

Maybe this is the motivation I need to help me get myself together..

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5621426001949852852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2016/04/miles-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5621426001949852852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5621426001949852852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2016/04/miles-miles.html' title='Miles &amp; Miles..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-7690672934635829531</id><published>2015-09-23T15:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-23T15:23:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until I See You Again..</title><summary type="text">

Looking through these pictures&amp;nbsp;Cassita, you were always by my side
You always had a smile on your face,your wings were the only things you could hide
Now I&#39;m scrambling, trying to make sense of it all
You were highest on my list,how did we fail and let you fall
I&#39;m here trying to convince everyone not to be so sad
But I wasn&#39;t there to see you get resuscitated three times, I can&#39;t even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7690672934635829531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2015/09/until-i-see-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/7690672934635829531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/7690672934635829531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2015/09/until-i-see-you-again.html' title='Until I See You Again..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3a4RzeA7HtRQv6VvLdBN2-2gc_Lwijv2j8u1xJka7JD5CpFgFBmnjd0RzseRNr0UeirbPFgwZ868l8XNzHOAXelm6U1FPI35eNq2NYhMTvmfbWH5BioE_7Lpl8oNjtqQeS-Tp1uZE0PgH/s72-c/cass2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-4591355937234538471</id><published>2015-02-08T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-02-08T05:18:59.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 My 1..</title><summary type="text">

picture source


Some people settle for less,but I waited for a girl like you. I always promised myself,my search will continue until I find the best..

So now that I found you, you&#39;re the one I plan to keep..

With you anything is possible,we could find happiness just by walking down the street..



I want to wake you up..but I&#39;d rather watch you sleep..

I slowly started letting everyone else</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4591355937234538471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2015/02/4-my-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/4591355937234538471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/4591355937234538471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2015/02/4-my-1.html' title='4 My 1..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-1659718299955139223</id><published>2014-08-10T12:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2015-11-03T14:53:35.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only I Knew..</title><summary type="text">

picture source


Treat her like she&#39;s the only star you&#39;ll ever get to touch..

Give her all your time when she asks for it..love should never be rushed..

Show her how much she means to you..even if you said it a couple days before..

Prove to her that your word is bond, and that your love is pure..

Don&#39;t just do the minimum for her birthdays or Valentines day..always do more..

Because 9/10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1659718299955139223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/08/if-only-i-knew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/1659718299955139223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/1659718299955139223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/08/if-only-i-knew.html' title='If Only I Knew..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8q6MKhF_bMEBx5YFdOhzS3hLOz3lpLwNULuSgAdo4yJ8VPCwLT-wtmVOepzCLQVQCV_fC8MgjoqhidC1dC1fF04yOq3zyku7htGSYxxCtPbFJHjRNIUkqStRRSt4l2qVmReIsOSDls3M/s72-c/remote_image_a39a488738.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-159456782053899578</id><published>2014-08-02T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-11-03T14:57:18.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Her..</title><summary type="text">

picture source

And when I find her..she will always feel loved.
Some may say I over do it..but I don’t want to half-ass love.

I want her to feel the strongest love ever.

For her to know that it’s possible for someone to love all her flaws which to me are perfections.
For her to never have to wonder if it’s real or not.
For her to never have to feel alone in this world.

Because none of us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/159456782053899578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/08/for-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/159456782053899578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/159456782053899578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/08/for-her.html' title='For Her..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCuQXskZ00_d4h_9GeQ4yjlCnP3JTcOM9ttElLSafn1u159b2VBRpvu_cZZJ11ZIAUs6Oyny79ll-xFwX8YX3HJc3JHZdl0yrHFIlj7IjgTOGTlmiuytM_15PcDRMI2aQ2boDAgOr41w/s72-c/tumblr_m8frms3ICM1rw9n3to1_500.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-5689294154801871775</id><published>2014-07-20T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-20T03:14:49.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For You..</title><summary type="text">



picture source


Will you ever see, that I&#39;m waiting for you..

The wind whispers your name,and the clouds spell it out too..



Yesterday has come &amp;amp; gone..

Why have I waited for you so long..



I stare at my window,I gaze at my clock..

All I see is old couples holding hands,I desire a love like that,

One that will never stop..



I see your face everywhere I go,no matter where I look</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5689294154801871775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/07/waiting-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5689294154801871775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5689294154801871775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/07/waiting-for-you.html' title='Waiting For You..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-5576462832640411048</id><published>2014-07-14T17:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-14T17:29:54.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear View..</title><summary type="text">Clear View...
I don&#39;t think you&#39;ll ever realise…what great beauty I see in you..
Yeah, the others might see it by your flawless appearance,but I admire you from the inside too,
Even if I had a chance..I wouldn&#39;t change a thing
You make me wish I was an artist like Banksy or preferably have a voice like The Weeknd so I can sing…
But I don&#39;t possess those wonderful gifts..so all i can do is write </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5576462832640411048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/07/clear-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5576462832640411048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5576462832640411048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/07/clear-view.html' title='Clear View..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-5429860035463536751</id><published>2014-07-13T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-13T16:13:50.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flare..</title><summary type="text">

picture source

I&#39;ll listen to you when no one else cares..
Fill you with courage,while they do their best to just demolish your dreams with fears
I’ll be a shoulder you can cry on..I’ll even help wipe all your tears
Because I’m experienced enough to know how much life can damage you in such a small amount of years
I&#39;ve been around those demons that they call our peers
When you&#39;re crying for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5429860035463536751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/07/flare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5429860035463536751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5429860035463536751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/07/flare.html' title='Flare..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-8921894906318933816</id><published>2014-06-24T06:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-24T06:23:15.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From A Lover..</title><summary type="text">

picture source



As I lay in bed..all I can think about is you&amp;nbsp;

I want you next to me..

I want to see your pretty smile..

I want to see your hair bounce the way it does..

I want to hear you giggle the way you do..

I want to feel you close to me..with your heartbeat against mine..

I want to look into your eyes like never before..

I want to caress every part of you&amp;nbsp;

I want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8921894906318933816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/06/thoughts-from-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/8921894906318933816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/8921894906318933816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/06/thoughts-from-lover.html' title='Thoughts From A Lover..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-2699366689560090797</id><published>2014-06-22T15:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-22T15:35:19.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait..</title><summary type="text">

picture source



Looking at the most beautiful image I&#39;ve ever seen
But you&#39;re so far away from me..so I have no choice but to look at my computer screen
A picture of you on my background
It speaks to me so fluently,without ever making a sound
I guess somethings we can&#39;t explain
Our love will get stronger,if it doesn&#39;t stay the same
About 12 hours away by aeroplane
We&#39;re still on the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/2699366689560090797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/06/wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/2699366689560090797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/2699366689560090797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/06/wait.html' title='Wait..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-5334565394544003699</id><published>2014-05-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-20T00:32:28.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway.</title><summary type="text">

picture source

So now your some where you don&#39;t want to be..
You feel unappreciated by the lack of love you receive..could it be
That maybe it&#39;s only you...maybe you&#39;re all alone
Maybe you get all the newest gadgets &amp;amp; clothes .but you still feel no love at home
You just want to go outside to feel alive
But nobody wants to play anymore...everyone is more fussed with what kinda of car you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5334565394544003699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/05/runaway_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5334565394544003699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5334565394544003699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/05/runaway_20.html' title='Runaway.'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRZQqpNyiS4PbEYHvkInjSCkXONPQT7CP90XM2gSsHkR9o-R69qc-1tA5t-FIG-p2Unlk05sp6CczBla31GnWOe1dt0VlVvq-18yy2lyiOkV-CiZv2T0KSqhdxOiNSYXF133b54i1wRzE/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-7672008328204632713</id><published>2014-05-07T13:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-07T14:04:03.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Days..</title><summary type="text">

picture source

I saw something in the shadows..
It kinda looked like the old me..
I gazed a little deeper,saw a reflection of the past..
Interested in all the little lessons I (from the past) might show me
You see, what we perceive about ourselves isn&#39;t always true
We aren&#39;t overweight or too skinny,
We often treat our bodies brand new
It might sound corny,
But most of us are perfect just the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7672008328204632713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/05/days-of-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/7672008328204632713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/7672008328204632713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/05/days-of-days.html' title='Days of Days..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-5212160966835033745</id><published>2014-04-25T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-26T10:18:33.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah..</title><summary type="text">


So today was your last day…Around 3pm tomorrow..you will be on a plane to Korea flying away

You&#39;re probably &amp;nbsp;the most amazing person I met here so there are some things I wanted to take the time out &amp;amp; say..

To take it back a little,we met in&amp;nbsp;FTAC&amp;nbsp;about two years ago…

Now we&#39;re saying goodbye,you never see the good times coming…you just get to see them go

But I want you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/5212160966835033745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/04/sarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5212160966835033745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/5212160966835033745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/04/sarah.html' title='Sarah..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtibk6yIN403-qdkZrHppWFYHe_iM745z4nZmuC63_9IIIusY9lGgDFAkJJH8MRi_UY5te5E1nYgj8iTEBpMTprOyPy-Kjuhm0ipyaG1QTttUohTcp6K5KFsH6TKvYEjFl201RtMia3Sp/s72-c/551356_4022375457629_1425258210_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-6520465316014047575</id><published>2014-04-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-15T12:07:54.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days In The East..</title><summary type="text">


picture source

Chase your dreams…don&#39;t let them chase you

Don&#39;t take it the wrong way..I&#39;m just trying to inspire you

Before the military I wasn&#39;t sure what I was going to do..

To be honest there are times when I still don&#39;t know what I want to do..

But I know I want to be that person that all my loved ones can run to



Runaway…Runaway

Are you listening to your heart?Or just what others</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/6520465316014047575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/04/days-in-east.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/6520465316014047575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/6520465316014047575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/04/days-in-east.html' title='Days In The East..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-7101778966003996565</id><published>2014-03-11T14:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-11T14:37:47.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melrose</title><summary type="text">

picture source


Someone gave you all my love..all the love I was giving to you

You were scared of what was real..so you just accepted the love that you knew wasn&#39;t true

Most of those guys didn&#39;t even take the time to get to know you

But I guess half of the blame falls on the fact that..you don&#39;t really know yourself..do you?



Now your in a place where I can&#39;t even help

I don&#39;t even know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7101778966003996565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/03/melrose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/7101778966003996565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/7101778966003996565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/03/melrose.html' title='Melrose'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-8324014635357377677</id><published>2014-03-10T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-10T12:56:54.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil May Cry</title><summary type="text">

picture source


They say try to forget,they advise for you to move on

But how do you allow something so right,to be tainted so wrong

Some wait an entire life-time for that one moment to feel alive

But if you don&#39;t go out there and get it,it may never arrive



We&#39;re all connected in someway

Will the rest wake up and finally realize that one day?

Cherish all the little moments,before they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8324014635357377677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/03/devil-may-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/8324014635357377677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/8324014635357377677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/03/devil-may-cry.html' title='Devil May Cry'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-3590718973828021468</id><published>2014-02-07T02:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-02-07T02:26:50.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight Of The Navigator ..</title><summary type="text">

picture source




When two strangers automatically connect..

Without saying a word..their communication is perfect

With no worries of what the world holds next

Because the love they share..mirrors all the happiness &amp;amp; joy they choose to reflect



Is this time any different than the one before?

The say love is when your okay with receiving less and happy to give more

Now I drive about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3590718973828021468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/02/flight-of-navigator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/3590718973828021468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/3590718973828021468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2014/02/flight-of-navigator.html' title='Flight Of The Navigator ..'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9r7uASXUxDGjtMA5qvyqjY3c4ggqaqOLsKK2VuBTAsctriWHRPxNp2H834AFy5KAVpQMZEZ4C-e8VhEPXgFYAuj3pRRD9qdVQCkrznH0BeFWfEbx89yLm3MBSitcHEUZJ11pZHdQDwA/s72-c/Screen-shot-2014-01-14-at-10-26-30-AM-506x400.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-7364315984929942852</id><published>2013-11-03T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-11-03T07:28:11.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good People </title><summary type="text">

picture source


There will be few good people in your life..Ones who you know for sure you were meant to cross paths with..Ones who &amp;nbsp;continuously make a positive impact on you..

Ones who see the bad in you but still choose to stick around..

Learn to appreciate these people..because there will come a time when they can no longer be around..~



You know that person who always tried to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/7364315984929942852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/11/good-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/7364315984929942852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/7364315984929942852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/11/good-people.html' title='Good People '/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-4785638876732169711</id><published>2013-10-31T03:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-31T03:16:23.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><summary type="text">


Picture source

You bring me up..

But you still hold me down

You&#39;re always still there..

Even when no one else is around

Without you,I would probably float away

I guess I need you more than I think..what more can I say

I&#39;m drawn to you..I&#39;m not even sure why

They say &#39;seeing is believing&#39; ,I guess that can sometimes be a lie

We don&#39;t know what we have until it&#39;s gone

Taking you for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/4785638876732169711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/10/gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/4785638876732169711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/4785638876732169711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/10/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-3510424951769640084</id><published>2013-10-29T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-29T17:56:57.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Peace</title><summary type="text">

picture source


Finding peace within ourselves is sometimes the hardest thing to find

We all have those nights where we can&#39;t sleep because thoughts keep running through our mind



No heartbreak last forever

Things might break,but that&#39;s only for better things to come together



Today might suck,but tomorrow will be better

Would tattoo the entire alphabet for you,yeah every letter



And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3510424951769640084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/10/bed-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/3510424951769640084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/3510424951769640084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/10/bed-peace.html' title='Bed Peace'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfZXTysUNRi7uOGuBH11XpurCQKUwzIClj28MTT4sGISmFX7zHCVND4QoAGxqWlWVw3rlK4WywGxOq8uJsXeJZgsLEf6wht2KDsPFbYbQP1eH4B5lCvWoOO2tWts_ljNwX7KbxLD2qxc/s72-c/Jhene-aiko-childish-gambino-bed-peace.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-3077471792907780153</id><published>2013-10-15T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-15T00:56:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><summary type="text">



picture source




And it&#39;s like only this can bring me to a place where I&#39;m calm

A safe haven where no one can see all that I did wrong

A place where I feel I finally belong

The only question I ask myself..is why did it take this long



Tomorrow never comes,it always slips away

Sometimes I wonder if certain people truly believe in the things they say

It really doesn&#39;t mean much anyway.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3077471792907780153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/10/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/3077471792907780153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/3077471792907780153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/10/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vpyAOCusjNPB1b9WEL2QE22kFyCKmBK25uDNlky5PQMA2XCrtrc2RnijjB89tNnpYdaHeLZGtIjpK9lCpyrEoH6emCxiTxbRt0IHZ8a6zwMHIgaedqtkhKjMT9IabdiHFndInMG_x0s/s72-c/tumblr_lkk4jrPQFd1qjck12o1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-8369571230924287391</id><published>2013-10-02T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-02T05:28:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much</title><summary type="text">

picture source





And it always seems like I think about it too much

It&amp;nbsp;made&amp;nbsp;sense that the&amp;nbsp;further&amp;nbsp;I moved away,the more we would lose touch

I got family that I don&#39;t hear from,and they don&#39;t hear from me

It&#39;s like all the&amp;nbsp;love was ripped away from me &amp;amp; my family

We have all these&amp;nbsp;mediums&amp;nbsp;of contact,but none of it really helps

Hate to say it,but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/8369571230924287391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/10/too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/8369571230924287391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/8369571230924287391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/10/too-much.html' title='Too Much'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyeQvWBa2pFUZk8R0QbmGVSVyQ2lfo-vSYwnecG9AGqGUZ6fmkymx1V8-f139H6qShyphenhyphenK0x_0FUQFRPjBjN8EUm58QArGiN7-pGx_dB_xo8fK9WbDSnuzfLhoJzNKnUwuYs4EYYioP03ks/s72-c/1174064902_9e38e82d20.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-3849296524169125446</id><published>2013-07-31T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-31T01:23:33.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love In The Sky</title><summary type="text">

picture source


This world&#39;s not for us,it&#39;s not what it seems
What we&#39;ve been promised is death &amp;amp; broken dreams
And maybe a little bit of happiness in between
But where does a king look,when searching for his queen
The good ones are hard to find
Because now we only tend to see with our eyes since it&#39;s lust that occupies our minds
We say we want love,but what do we do
Ignore the ones who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/3849296524169125446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/07/love-in-sky_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/3849296524169125446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/3849296524169125446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/07/love-in-sky_31.html' title='Love In The Sky'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhov6vQN-TsBGHyFaKJcExlx8sMf65NE5O3vlwHrnEPtwO67i4tFCbhOGwYQn6WCM1e-_rEjR2l_xNunGPJh_rOsBgN252oGjNg0V-h1DbKiU-ntitC9yyowqX9KSEpQsaiqmoHVxLavo0/s72-c/5737868087442486969cJsCigsc.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634809507422811685.post-1521428306186334634</id><published>2013-07-25T11:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-25T11:23:15.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Centipede</title><summary type="text">

picture source


I would hate me too,if you did to me what I did to you
Trying to figure out these life lessons man,but I really don&#39;t have a clue
They love the fake smiles, but I&#39;d rather cry to show you what I feel is true
If I could go back,the things I would do
I just continue to go day by day,
Still looking for a way, to truly get away
But you were my getaway,
we use to talk everyday
Now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/feeds/1521428306186334634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/07/centipede.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/1521428306186334634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634809507422811685/posts/default/1521428306186334634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundsofmywords.blogspot.com/2013/07/centipede.html' title='Centipede'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594645199474967206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk0waAokoVRKYm43_jpyd_Qskq6ek09PpmFdOFzjn3-j9Fnra5ChHC8vWA9YaLmrCWthgKbf7HvaeM54YqiukbirHGIgBb0cHUaSLZo4Eo0yQ4mTBVyhrmPTj_4Ok1g/s151/A_Heart_Beat_by_Insanityisthefuture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV32GUQTzZDBQ7uHwGpvvXKoqeKE-edKFaXxuziCti-1koWuimEDcKYz2VJ1Ue5r5KNJCJIY1WfI8nRl_thln7qu8G3zMEH2QIJN2ant5Pd3ylQslZi5S4hOs8h1y4Nk7HS7lc8n5TcoY/s72-c/ba-sunset-obelisco.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>