tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64938598557434601712012-02-16T01:42:42.829-08:00A glance into my life and what is me...That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-76239945475213703982010-12-15T10:15:00.000-08:002010-12-15T10:26:22.610-08:002010-12-15T10:26:22.610-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">it definitely has...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">so much has happened since the last time I posted here.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">the only way to get things up to date here would be to post from my personal journal. But I'm not going to do that. I'll just keep it brief and to the point:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">since the last post, I've been through so many ups and downs...</span><br /><br /><ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><li>I have a girlfriend now</li><li>I went through a period of separation</li><li>I found out what extreme jealousy feels like<br /></li><li>I lost a friend</li><li>I laughed</li><li>I cried</li><li>I lived</li><li>I learned</li><li>I grew<br /></li></ul><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">and now I stand before you as a stronger person than I once was. Much stronger than I was when I last left you.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-7623994547521370398?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hw9U5b8LyT-svKcra8P-a3P6MPU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hw9U5b8LyT-svKcra8P-a3P6MPU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hw9U5b8LyT-svKcra8P-a3P6MPU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hw9U5b8LyT-svKcra8P-a3P6MPU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/xbEK_-HI8FU" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-62458319954908774902010-07-10T19:09:00.000-07:002010-07-10T19:20:43.780-07:002010-07-10T19:20:43.780-07:00I've been gone from here for some time, but I'm back...<br /><br /><br />and first, before I say anything else, I must apologize. From this point on, the things I post might not always make sense. Why? because the things I see through the windows of my soul and what is going on behind them no longer make much sense. pray<br /><br />with that said:<br /><br /><br /><br />I am hoping this broken/depressed feeling isn't coming from a contract being broken and this feeling being a sign that it is. I am really praying that it isn't<br /><br />because my heart hurts right now and I have no idea why...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-6245831995490877490?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fd01Imn_eA3zLgOOO0r9f7NLxCs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fd01Imn_eA3zLgOOO0r9f7NLxCs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fd01Imn_eA3zLgOOO0r9f7NLxCs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fd01Imn_eA3zLgOOO0r9f7NLxCs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/lTgwjBns-FQ" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/07/scattered.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-51696370149206803482010-05-29T21:14:00.000-07:002010-05-29T21:17:20.153-07:002010-05-29T21:17:20.153-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">this poem was inspired by the song Airplanes by B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams of Paramore +the remix ft. Eminem...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">this is gonna be in a different format than all the other poems I've posted, but bear with me on this one</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Let's pretend that airplanes are shooting stars in the night sky</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> And let's wish that this world wasn't cold and that we couldn't die</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Let's wish that pain didn't hurt and that hurt would go away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> while your you're sitting in your room wishing for better days</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Let's pretend that the birds in the sky are angels</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> And in the sky, you can see heaven overhead</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Pretend that the clouds will open up and miracles will rain down</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> and instead dying in floods, we will swim in happiness and drown</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Let's sleep with our eyes open and live out our dreams</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> and let's make this life more worth living that is sometimes seems</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Let's pretend that its not suicide to believe that you can fly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> and stretch our arms out wide and leap forth into the sky</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> now close your eyes and wish as you hear the sound</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> of those shooting stars flying from the ground</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Let's pretend that airplanes are shooting stars</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> because we could really use a wish right about now...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-5169637014920680348?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ssNf61Zcfe4BXm78PJUqyRXL120/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ssNf61Zcfe4BXm78PJUqyRXL120/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ssNf61Zcfe4BXm78PJUqyRXL120/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ssNf61Zcfe4BXm78PJUqyRXL120/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/mSXC_2zpmB8" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/airplanes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-73873479079012339872010-05-04T22:40:00.000-07:002010-05-04T22:57:06.020-07:002010-05-04T22:57:06.020-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">So...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">after a long time, heartbreak has found me again...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /><br />My friend heartbreak has returned<br /><br /> From the cold corner I left her in<br /> She is back to consume my soul<br /><br /> So that she will be my only friend<br /><br /><br /> She turns my blue skies black<br /><br /> And causes my world to flood<br /> But she leaves me with no water for tears<br /><br /> So I drown in my tears of blood<br /><br /><br /> Every pulse of my beating heart hurts<br /><br /> And the pain cries out for the grave<br /><br /> There is a knife piercing through my chest<br /> And I'm bleeding out on the page<br /><br /><br /><br /> As I lay me down to rest and say my prayers before I sleep<br /><br /> Heartbreak comes to bed with me, my wife forever to keep<br /></div><blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z231/remyxthakid/BleedingHeart.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 221px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z231/remyxthakid/BleedingHeart.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wEfHreqDzI/SN0ShxOsxdI/AAAAAAAAB0w/oRqVvM0JNTg/s400/heart+bandage+bloody.jpg"><br /></a><br /></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-7387347907901233987?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiksSeEy3fVM5rXeBJTLDj1ASXs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiksSeEy3fVM5rXeBJTLDj1ASXs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiksSeEy3fVM5rXeBJTLDj1ASXs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiksSeEy3fVM5rXeBJTLDj1ASXs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/QBF3dlFVER8" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-friend-heartbreak.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-15762515616655215392010-03-05T07:07:00.000-08:002010-03-05T12:05:23.080-08:002010-03-05T12:05:23.080-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A question everyone wants to know...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">but truly, I have no answer.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What makes me who I am is the full compilation of random thoughts and ideas that run through my mind. So many thoughts cross my mind in a split second that it is sometimes hard to remember just which one I was supposed to be concentrating on. I know it may seem like I just have ADD (which I probably do), but Its much deeper than that. Though some of my thoughts may have nothing to do with anything, most have a substantial amount of weight to them. At this moment I can't go into any detail about what these thoughts are about because I would end up going off on a tangent and having a jumble of heavy thoughts here that have nothing to do with each other, and go on for pages. All I can say is...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">My mind is a universe onto itself</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-1576251561665521539?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AOrKw0kybovfnKr7RJlff4bl1s8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AOrKw0kybovfnKr7RJlff4bl1s8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AOrKw0kybovfnKr7RJlff4bl1s8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AOrKw0kybovfnKr7RJlff4bl1s8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/sLfrIuYf4EA" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-makes-me-tick.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-68169659914352093972010-02-05T07:27:00.000-08:002010-02-05T07:44:38.440-08:002010-02-05T07:44:38.440-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Ah yes, heartache...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">many of us have felt it, and know how much it hurts. As it is so close to Valentine's Day, many of us will be feeling it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I'm here to offer some consolation...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I know you have heard it before, but the pain won't last forever. It will eventually fade and be a life lesson to you. The emptiness you feel with one day be filled with a wholeness that will last</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">If anyone is in need of someone to talk to, I will be here</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">_Xneosoul</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-6816965991435209397?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wy6hz_MMLqCgTYYvqG4gXjc8Hdg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wy6hz_MMLqCgTYYvqG4gXjc8Hdg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wy6hz_MMLqCgTYYvqG4gXjc8Hdg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wy6hz_MMLqCgTYYvqG4gXjc8Hdg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/Q8WupOKhskQ" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartache.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-12904676304668303842010-02-02T14:54:00.000-08:002010-02-02T15:01:04.583-08:002010-02-02T15:01:04.583-08:00Yes, it's an oxymoron<br /><br />but that's what I consider myself. Yes, I like to look on the bright side of thing, but for some reason I also like to see things go horribly wrong.<br /><br />I can't really explain it, that is just how I am...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-1290467630466830384?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Un5wPts1z8YO2yUz0w5XPnq4ZOI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Un5wPts1z8YO2yUz0w5XPnq4ZOI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Un5wPts1z8YO2yUz0w5XPnq4ZOI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Un5wPts1z8YO2yUz0w5XPnq4ZOI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/K8tc3ACFHP0" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/02/pessimistic-optimist.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-80690763962774033192010-01-30T13:47:00.000-08:002010-01-30T13:53:18.018-08:002010-01-30T13:53:18.018-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">You can hear the breath of the universe that goes on forever...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">some say that it is the breath of life that God breathed into the universe.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Others say its the echo from the big bang. Still, others say that people who say these things are mentally incompetent.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">You be the judge.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-8069076396277403319?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YPrsH3XawLDKZgJI6SYuBXOlWNE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YPrsH3XawLDKZgJI6SYuBXOlWNE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YPrsH3XawLDKZgJI6SYuBXOlWNE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YPrsH3XawLDKZgJI6SYuBXOlWNE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/92LtTB0_xNo" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-it-is-really-quiet-and-you-sit-still.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-79142474230318295492010-01-29T08:11:00.000-08:002010-01-29T08:17:44.198-08:002010-01-29T08:17:44.198-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">It seems that there is no escaping it...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Often, it seems as if we are bound by it, almost as if we are slaves to it's every whim. No matter how much we wish we could turn it back, speed it up or stop it, we can't because it is intangible and forever out of our grasp.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">But one must think...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">If time is intangible, does it really even exist?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-7914247423031829549?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4_8Wj68RMeybTCuiAPGP3BXxP_8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4_8Wj68RMeybTCuiAPGP3BXxP_8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4_8Wj68RMeybTCuiAPGP3BXxP_8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4_8Wj68RMeybTCuiAPGP3BXxP_8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/-dT38UrRHUs" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/01/time.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-88961858659858143692010-01-29T01:22:00.000-08:002010-01-29T01:41:11.688-08:002010-01-29T01:41:11.688-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The thoughts and ideas expressed by the person you see (the one who is typing this stuff) run deeper than they may seem.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Simply put, there is a meaning behind everything posted here, but you may have to take time to think about them first. For the most part, everything will be pretty much straight forward. You may like it. you may not. However, please consider taking time to think before you respond to anything here. This is not meant to be just random babble about nothing (though I have been known to engage in that from time to time). This is for more serious subjects. Subjects that actually matter. With that in mind, I know everyone who reads this has something intelligible to say, so please do not stoop to the level of making a reply that is completely ignorant and has nothing to do with the subject at hand.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Thank You...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">_Xneosoul </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-8896185865985814369?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YeUfPDbzO96fLzks1v5zkJ58qZI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YeUfPDbzO96fLzks1v5zkJ58qZI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YeUfPDbzO96fLzks1v5zkJ58qZI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YeUfPDbzO96fLzks1v5zkJ58qZI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/MWUeZhoGPd0" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/01/side-note-person-you-see.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493859855743460171.post-5152154564038743672010-01-29T00:32:00.000-08:002010-01-29T01:42:20.963-08:002010-01-29T01:42:20.963-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">This is how I look at life now...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">the way I see it, if you spend all of your time worrying about what you are going to do tomorrow and the day after and even weeks from now, you just end up causing yourself undue stress.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I used to fret about everything all the time. Now, I just think for the day and leave tomorrow for the next day.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493859855743460171-515215456403874367?l=xneosoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I8AJk0P39JDrZmTrvwbT-7sMHr0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I8AJk0P39JDrZmTrvwbT-7sMHr0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I8AJk0P39JDrZmTrvwbT-7sMHr0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I8AJk0P39JDrZmTrvwbT-7sMHr0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheWindowsOfMySoul/~4/myyFyfjb8Vc" height="1" width="1"/>That Guy Over There...noreply@blogger.com0http://xneosoul.blogspot.com/2010/01/lifeone-day-at-time.html