<?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-9135963447378800279</id><updated>2024-10-04T22:20:27.226-04:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="poetry"/><category term="dreams"/><category term="frustration"/><title type='text'>The Spice of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-6856213703760643958</id><published>2013-03-22T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-22T23:13:21.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foolish women repeat themselves while queens learn from past ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been shown who I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I waited for your heart to speak my language&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; and found myself tongue-tied and lost.&lt;br /&gt;
Realized my words were gibberish and foreign to your realm of what matters.&lt;br /&gt;
I translated your barricades into welcome mats and warnings into love letters...&lt;br /&gt;
But we were saying the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am the closed diary and a young boy&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; with all the memories of a time that has repeated itself.&lt;br /&gt;
Foolishly, I still miss the you that&#39;s etched in the comfort of untruths&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; and am ashamed of finding peace in a lie.&lt;br /&gt;
My adoration is tempura thick while your resolve is diluted and mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;
I never required much.&lt;br /&gt;
Believing in one-night eternities and true love in stolen moments.&lt;br /&gt;
Those moments filled in spaces and you exposed them again.&lt;br /&gt;
I sat on the bench and watched you call the shots.&lt;br /&gt;
Trusting in a phantom...my love challenged tall tales and made itself known&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; and you ran as if from your last breath.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m picking up the pieces of your absence with gritted teeth and bruised pride.&lt;br /&gt;
My favorite song now tortures my sensibility and distorts my disposition,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; making it an extension of you.&lt;br /&gt;
Confused by the cohabitation of disappointment and the need to taste your lips again.&lt;br /&gt;
I see that I love someone who reserves me in his back pocket &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; and watched me set up shop in the recesses of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;
I think I hear you laughing at me now.&lt;br /&gt;
An intense love story, we spanned across time.&lt;br /&gt;
Now we&#39;ve become a fable.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6856213703760643958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/6856213703760643958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/6856213703760643958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/6856213703760643958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2013/03/foolish-women-repeat-themselves-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-1053103637879979303</id><published>2013-03-22T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-22T22:47:07.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Absolute...proven theory. &lt;br /&gt;
You and I are a scientific certainty that I prove every time I stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m bound by the strings you strum when you tell me you&#39;re thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; and remember those moments in times of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love happened in a million yesterdays...&lt;br /&gt;
We have exemplified, mastered, and transcended it.&lt;br /&gt;
This is something else....&lt;br /&gt;
A connection greater than magnetic pull,&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll feel my touch from the top of a distant thought&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; and hear my heart calling for for across lifetimes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No expectations needed.&lt;br /&gt;
We manifest each other.&lt;br /&gt;
Our paths are ingrained in our beings,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Our thoughts dance with one another when we sit in silence, stealing normalcy.&lt;br /&gt;
I entertain the idea of forever&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; because you serve as a cushion for me to fall on.&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t know you were possible.&lt;br /&gt;
Your smile is genius and your touch assaults my questions.&lt;br /&gt;
They&#39;d ask me what my name is&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;d reply, &quot;Grateful&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
You lend substance to my prose and create my next achievement.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll spend the rest of my&amp;nbsp;days trying to&amp;nbsp;explain what we have,&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;ll never get it right.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1053103637879979303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/1053103637879979303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/1053103637879979303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/1053103637879979303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2013/03/absolute.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-4585482622158675186</id><published>2012-03-25T04:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T00:39:09.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You</title><content type='html'>I see you.&lt;br /&gt;
I know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;
Distant and jaded...&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ve perfected the art of blame...&lt;br /&gt;
Wearing yesterday&#39;s regrets like a winter coat during a blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;
Afraid of your own shadow, so you stand in someone else&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;
Stuck in someone else&#39;s muck and make it your own.&lt;br /&gt;
I have your number...&lt;br /&gt;
Dialed it accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve seen some like you.&lt;br /&gt;
Obviously broken.&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re a bad reputation engulfed in fake agendas.&lt;br /&gt;
A mistake that continues to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;
Defense mechanisms built on marshmallows in glass huts.&lt;br /&gt;
You wear my patience pancake-thin&lt;br /&gt;
And relish in the thought of my ignorance...foolish.&lt;br /&gt;
Those like you never think anyone else sees...&lt;br /&gt;
Wrapping lies in pleasantries and well wishes,&lt;br /&gt;
But I translated them.&lt;br /&gt;
I know what you try to do&lt;br /&gt;
Because your failure wreaks in the air around you...your theme song.&lt;br /&gt;
It seeps through your pores making you pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;
I saw you were before you said my name.&lt;br /&gt;
I call you out.&lt;br /&gt;
Expose you.&lt;br /&gt;
You know who you were.&lt;br /&gt;
I know exactly who you are.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4585482622158675186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/4585482622158675186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/4585482622158675186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/4585482622158675186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-see-you.html' title='I See You'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-6680175873970072474</id><published>2011-11-07T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:53:07.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&#39;d thought for a portion of a minute&lt;br /&gt;Like pixi dust in a treasure chest...marked with an &quot;X&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d found him.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;A face I painted a million times over&lt;br /&gt;Different in each attempt&lt;br /&gt;Appeared in a teardrop from my past.&lt;br /&gt;I prepared to comfort this fantasy like an abandoned child.&lt;br /&gt;I crushed stars and blew through galaxies to see his smile.&lt;br /&gt;Enamored by a tainted idea of forever,&lt;br /&gt;I held my arms out to the hope of talks under the stars and late lunches with him.&lt;br /&gt;His name became part of my vernacular...&lt;br /&gt;Just before he packed his things&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my vows,&lt;br /&gt;While he put my diginity in his suitcase like a keepsake to remind himself of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;Foolish and aborted, again.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to return.&lt;br /&gt;Stripped down,&lt;br /&gt;Bare,&lt;br /&gt;Acapella...&lt;br /&gt;The band left.&lt;br /&gt;The music knows something I haven&#39;t figured out yet.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6680175873970072474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/6680175873970072474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/6680175873970072474'/><link 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words...&lt;br /&gt;He vanquishes those question marks&lt;br /&gt;Sealing the gaps and settles the iniquity that festers in a race never won.&lt;br /&gt;He puts a conclusion to the stories I was told....making all the fairy tales true.&lt;br /&gt;I spend each day devising new ways to say &quot;Thank You&quot;...&lt;br /&gt;He knows I&#39;m the perfect candidate...&lt;br /&gt;I fulfill old expectations, make new ones, boost egos and heal souls... all before breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;Because I&#39;m that bad...and he&#39;s that worth it.&lt;br /&gt;His voice pays homage to ideas configured in better times.&lt;br /&gt;A compliment to a queen&#39;s standards...&lt;br /&gt;He&#39;s what was needed when my majesty sat in rags,&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless in the dungeons of empty homes.&lt;br /&gt;More than a breath of fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;He&#39;s the wisp of oxygen I searched for feverishly when I drowned,&lt;br /&gt;And he continues to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m retiring my poker face because he&#39;s my partner.&lt;br /&gt;He called my bluff and nurtured it...&lt;br /&gt;I bowed out gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;He&#39;s an accoutrement that never overshadows...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on my tongue as the coolness of wine,&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart digest him in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m trying to put a face to this energy,&lt;br /&gt;And dare someone to tell me I can&#39;t</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/9040638646839525372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/9040638646839525372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/9040638646839525372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/9040638646839525372'/><link rel='alternate' 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you.&lt;br /&gt;Scared to ask you to stay...so soon.&lt;br /&gt;I stand astonished at my willingness to share so much.&lt;br /&gt;Restraining myself from locking the door behind you.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m taking leaps and strides directed toward your good graces,&lt;br /&gt;Landing in a kiss that&#39;s bred to sparkle and enchant a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;disillusioned&lt;/span&gt; heart....&lt;br /&gt;A kiss that sits patiently next to all that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;I practiced how I&#39;d invite back before you even left the first time.&lt;br /&gt;All of my cards are on the table...&lt;br /&gt;A touch so definite...&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that are knowing and confident enough to call my bluffs..&lt;br /&gt;I notice your confidence as I watch you raise the stakes with every just-for-nothing text.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m in a place I promised myself I&#39;d never be&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets in sight.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m appreciative of you &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3222395109637629847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/3222395109637629847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3222395109637629847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3222395109637629847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2010/08/avoiding-missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-3442446966138743954</id><published>2010-07-28T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:02:34.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to erase you.&lt;br /&gt;Cease these violent truths with gentle ends,&lt;br /&gt;Turn my head and not imagine you asking for a steady return.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m asking for scientific and figurative impossibilities.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to stop mattering.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being...here.&lt;br /&gt;No more rendezvous in my subconscious&lt;br /&gt;Self-inflicting this sure loss...&lt;br /&gt;Losing the war when I permit you to my chambers.&lt;br /&gt;The past glory of your affection can no longer grant you asylum here.&lt;br /&gt;Your absence and your presence are co-existing&lt;br /&gt;Playing on my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m routing for a team that&#39;s not even playing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I need you....&lt;br /&gt;I need you to go</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3442446966138743954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/3442446966138743954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3442446966138743954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3442446966138743954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-to-erase-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-8677707587927396833</id><published>2010-07-10T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:55:02.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are as real to me as the vows I took.&lt;br /&gt;Your form becomes true and real when you whisper my name.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you&#39;d never come.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve dug through the rubble of a fire I thought was extinguished,&lt;br /&gt;Sifted through the debris of lies and &quot;never again&quot;s.&lt;br /&gt;We connect as if we&#39;ve been looking for one another.&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re my missing artifact.&lt;br /&gt;You laugh when I hum tunes you don&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re amazed at how comfortable we are in silence.&lt;br /&gt;We promised forever and that&#39;s what I&#39;m giving.&lt;br /&gt;I am living for this &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am breathing life into flowers, notes, and candles.&lt;br /&gt;Every nerve impulse dedicated to new ways of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;exceeding&lt;/span&gt; your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;I am mimicking you.&lt;br /&gt;I felt special when you chose me.&lt;br /&gt;I still sleep in my white dress...&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re always here, dwelling in between whats real and what keeps me warm.&lt;br /&gt;You are my &quot;husband-in-my-head&quot;&lt;br /&gt;And I continue to share my forever with you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8677707587927396833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/8677707587927396833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/8677707587927396833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/8677707587927396833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-as-real-to-me-as-vows-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-3472023020785394681</id><published>2010-05-06T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:54:04.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>Escaping &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he melodramatic reality of solidarity&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like half....&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; enough...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hree quar&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ers.&lt;br /&gt;Falling shor&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; of worthiness....no&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot;&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; Cup half empty&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;thirsty&lt;/span&gt; although you&#39;ll never say.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll walk in circles...&lt;br /&gt;Trace my steps &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o find &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he ground I forgo&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ouch&lt;br /&gt;Find &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he words I was supposed &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o say&lt;br /&gt;Figure ou&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; my mistake&lt;br /&gt;Find my way back &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o you. &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m los&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insufficient&lt;br /&gt;Obsolete&lt;br /&gt;Frivolous&lt;br /&gt;Jaded&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m just so.....without you. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking my hear&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s abundance sealed &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he holes...&lt;br /&gt;Filled your vacancies&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I never came close.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;oo presumptuous &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn&#39;&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; enough. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3472023020785394681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/3472023020785394681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3472023020785394681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3472023020785394681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2010/05/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-1699615051923026543</id><published>2010-04-11T22:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:49:41.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... You&#39;re Here</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m s&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ill exci&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ed as if you con&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;inue &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o happen...&lt;br /&gt;Like a recurrence....&lt;br /&gt;I linger on your spurts of existence &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; never &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ake leave&lt;br /&gt;Entangled in &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he wings of butterflies born upon your majesty.&lt;br /&gt;You continue &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o be&lt;br /&gt;As if your breath &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;thrives&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he strength of your grip on my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Always something different&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bu&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he same &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o me.&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;anding where I&#39;ve been for months....s&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ill.&lt;br /&gt;I wait in moments &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; have already expired...bu&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; appear again as new.&lt;br /&gt;Foolishly believing I&#39;d changed...&lt;br /&gt;I held onto you...&lt;br /&gt;Adding personality &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o my daydreams&lt;br /&gt;I wait for what seems like countless kalpas&lt;br /&gt;The s&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;roke of your hair lends meri&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he minu&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;es.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll s&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;and diligent&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for as long as i&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; takes.&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re better &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;han you know.&lt;br /&gt;So special &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; it&#39;s fac&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;...absolute.&lt;br /&gt;I think it&#39;s dope   &lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; you ge&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ve become each o&lt;span class=&quot;stat_title&quot;&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;her&#39;s solutions.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I miss you before you say goodbye.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1699615051923026543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/1699615051923026543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/1699615051923026543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/1699615051923026543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-youre-here.html' title='Finally... You&#39;re Here'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-4516440728058169153</id><published>2010-02-09T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:37:42.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While You Were Sleeping 2</title><content type='html'>Up before you&lt;br /&gt;I watch patiently....&lt;br /&gt;Hovering like a new parent&lt;br /&gt;Stealing kisses&lt;br /&gt;Keeping tabs like a warden would...&lt;br /&gt;Concerned....&lt;br /&gt;In rapture...&lt;br /&gt;Awake as if missing something,&lt;br /&gt;Making sure you&#39;re really here&lt;br /&gt;For I have daydreamed about these moments.&lt;br /&gt;Upset that I wasted time on sleep in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Watching....&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you understand the risk I&#39;m willing to take&lt;br /&gt;The measures I&#39;m capable of pushing just to keep you here...&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m respecting you.&lt;br /&gt;Watching....&lt;br /&gt;Pushing my hope to the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;back burner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection forcing me to relish in the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping the &quot;I Love You&quot;s on the curve of my lip&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you&#39;ll taste them&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as simple syrup&lt;br /&gt;Just as I remember and long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more than it may be appropriate to say.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m up before you...&lt;br /&gt;Savoring the now&lt;br /&gt;Observing you in your solace&lt;br /&gt;And now....for just right now...I have mine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4516440728058169153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/4516440728058169153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/4516440728058169153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/4516440728058169153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-you-were-sleeping-2.html' title='While You Were Sleeping 2'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-8933202259816513257</id><published>2009-11-22T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:14:38.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Solitude</title><content type='html'>Daunting silence.&lt;br /&gt;The steadiness of your breath.&lt;br /&gt;Chest heaving...up and down.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m watching a sleeping ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes, using my fingers to trace the lines of your face.&lt;br /&gt;Addressing the cold spot on the other side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Reading old messages,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering sweet nothings,&lt;br /&gt;Existing in a new realm of self-torture.&lt;br /&gt;Bathing in puddles of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping broken appearances, lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Stationed by a dead phone, uninhabited rooms, empty windows...&lt;br /&gt;Made a mockery of by an uneventful caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;One-sided conversations with picture mail...&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m pitiful,&lt;br /&gt;But not ashamed...&lt;br /&gt;Sending cosmic energy&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping my arms around you despite your absence.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve never left...&lt;br /&gt;I made promises that I now uphold to a phantom.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was always ten steps ahead of forever.&lt;br /&gt;It was in paradise with you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8933202259816513257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/8933202259816513257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/8933202259816513257'/><link 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stars...&lt;br /&gt;Connecting the dots, making a face that&#39;s emblazoned across my home.&lt;br /&gt;Find me sniffing the sheets&lt;br /&gt;Savoring the moments for just another minute&lt;br /&gt;Putting my head across your chest,&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the musical agreement our heartbeats have decided upon.&lt;br /&gt;I preserve you like ripe fruit and spread you thick to nourish my past.&lt;br /&gt;I sustain you in the heart that&#39;s been missing.&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to let you seep into my skin...&lt;br /&gt;Begged your eyes not to call out my transparency&lt;br /&gt;But you showed no clemency....&lt;br /&gt;For once, I wasn&#39;t so lucky...but its fine.&lt;br /&gt;Taking my common sense for high ransom&lt;br /&gt;And I don&#39;t mind.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m putting my feet in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Filling the spaces with the passion of last night.&lt;br /&gt;I think I get closer to you...&lt;br /&gt;Holding high station in my existence&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing you like religion on Sundays,&lt;br /&gt;Reclining in deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;You are the backbone and premise of my thoughts and everything I have to say&lt;br /&gt;And I am standing in this emotion on stilts.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m walking on thick ice..&lt;br /&gt;Walking around in that scene from a movie&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Digesting your thoughts, making them a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve dreamt of the good life, but I&#39;m now basking in excellence.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m with you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6944394464339001179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/6944394464339001179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/6944394464339001179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/6944394464339001179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-with-you.html' title='I&#39;m With You'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-4817863906583925825</id><published>2009-10-05T05:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:10:10.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband</title><content type='html'>I proclaimed you the bearer of my torch.&lt;br /&gt;I hold onto your arm proudly...not afraid of falling.&lt;br /&gt;You encompass the knight my mother promised me,&lt;br /&gt;Safeguarding my heart, granting my dad&#39;s wish.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you with my vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;My gratitude is leaps beyond what you can begin to fathom.&lt;br /&gt;So in tune with your heart that its sitting on mine&lt;br /&gt;Perched like a sheltered hummingbird in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;I have played our wedding a million times,&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed my vows on a star-kissed path to enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;I retire in your sweet nothings...&lt;br /&gt;Smooth like Beaujolais on the driest night in Dahab.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for quiet sunsets on the back porch sipping iced tea&lt;br /&gt;No words needed&lt;br /&gt;Walks under tranquil willow trees&lt;br /&gt;Old butterflies still flapping their wings</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4817863906583925825/comments/default' title='Post 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-5634357691455594465</id><published>2009-10-03T06:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:33:59.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While You Were Sleeping</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m staring at a resting savior...&lt;br /&gt;Modest in his brow,&lt;br /&gt;Lean in deceit or anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on with every ounce of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the rise and fall of your chest, trying to mimic you.&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope my breaths are that graceful.&lt;br /&gt;These days they&#39;re staggered, restless, waiting for your call, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;staccato&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re way too beautiful for me to just let you leave at the turn of light.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we were meant to be just like this.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m making up excuses to get me out of watching you leave.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else never matters.&lt;br /&gt;My hangups are precipitously disconnected with no room to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Your face is stapled under my eyelids and attached to my palm like a dingy love letter&lt;br /&gt;Falling harder than a quarter from the top of a skyscraper....&lt;br /&gt;For once, I&#39;m not scared.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5634357691455594465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/5634357691455594465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/5634357691455594465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/5634357691455594465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-you-were-sleeping.html' title='While You Were Sleeping'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-2266864129958020187</id><published>2009-10-01T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:26:16.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;something I can say I really feel...a real dedication&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been thinking of the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;About the &quot;what if&#39;s&quot;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;Awaken dormant thirsts&lt;br /&gt;Exciting my taste buds...leaving them in awe of something new.&lt;br /&gt;This is refreshing...even in its obscurity.&lt;br /&gt;They tickle me in my downtime&lt;br /&gt;Revoking my woe&#39;s iniquities.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you....&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining beautiful scenarios without shape&lt;br /&gt;Pressing my face against the imprint left in my mind, feeling closer to you&lt;br /&gt;Escaping vulnerability, standing firmer in this feeling...this....awareness.&lt;br /&gt;More than a crush...a prospect.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you.....&lt;br /&gt;Smiling a smile I thought I lost&lt;br /&gt;It has been aroused by the citings of a face I may never see.&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering things I shouldn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering if you&#39;re doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/2266864129958020187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/2266864129958020187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/2266864129958020187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/2266864129958020187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-3677980214404623811</id><published>2009-09-28T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2017-02-04T19:37:31.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Maid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;
Feeling as if the lonely nights are tenants now&lt;br /&gt;
They&#39;ve become familiar like the paint on my walls&lt;br /&gt;
Bold in hue&lt;br /&gt;
The emptiness plays a drum roll for me&lt;br /&gt;
Asking me about my day&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m living with absence and heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m co-existing with someone else&#39;s failure, making it my own&lt;br /&gt;
Proactive in defeat&lt;br /&gt;
Beaten up and downtrodden by disappointment&lt;br /&gt;
Bells ringing because I&#39;ve lost the fight...so tired&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering if I have one more in me&lt;br /&gt;
Because this alone thing ain&#39;t cutting it&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Its amazing how things always have a tendency to come full circle.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3677980214404623811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/3677980214404623811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3677980214404623811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3677980214404623811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-maid.html' title='Old Maid?'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-5662824154188845819</id><published>2009-09-01T04:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T04:51:39.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I have never seen anything so beauteous&lt;br /&gt;Never been held so tight by a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me company when I&#39;m &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;sequestered&lt;/span&gt; in dark thought&lt;br /&gt;A nightlight&lt;br /&gt;A glow that was whispered in the times of holding hands and steady pins&lt;br /&gt;Giving shape to the breath that keeps me kicking&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I find completion in the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;The way you rock under my eyelids in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And stay there to tell me goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I owe you more than you&#39;re aware of&lt;br /&gt;Standing as a protector of my heart when solitude was becoming probable&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you felt me probing the depths of poetic verses to find your face&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you noticed me disarm during a kiss that is still lasting under my skin&lt;br /&gt;This is almost too real to be mine&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude suspended in the spaces between my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re better than perfect, wearing your scars in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re superhuman....&lt;br /&gt;Choking the life out of any uncertainty in my heart</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5662824154188845819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/5662824154188845819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/5662824154188845819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/5662824154188845819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-3455197012986602635</id><published>2009-08-24T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:18:19.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>So... I had some important stuff to do today. Started my day as normal...granola bar, fruit, iced &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt; tea...and I&#39;m off. I went to the city as planned...and came back to Brooklyn.... starving. I stopped downtown...Court Street, actually. Got some chicken, rice, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;salad&lt;/span&gt; from the Halal truck in front of Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. I decided to stroll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found myself under the Brooklyn Bridge. Its beautiful. A small park-like area with benches. I found an empty one and sat down. Took off my shoes and blazer...perched my big legs up on the bench and took in the breeze from the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for a minute...almost as if in a trance.. Food on my lap...sweat nowhere to be found...purse on the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;ground.&lt;/span&gt; I sat and sat...then it happened... Almost as if it were just waiting for me to give some kinda &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;approval&lt;/span&gt;. Tears... not just any tears... like a floodgate opened. I couldn&#39;t stop. They stared trickling down my face slowly. Then they began to congregate in the creases of my neck as if there was a meeting I wasn&#39;t aware of. I didn&#39;t know what was going on...still don&#39;t.. but I cried like a baby. Hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this way? Why am I still carrying around these last fucking 40 lbs. like I owe them something? No one cares. What about when I need a place to swim? Where&#39;s my constant? What about when I&#39;m not sure? No one ever hears me..Why did she not care enough about herself? She has 3 kids she left behind. I need my mother. My heart hurts. Why did he leave me alone to do this by myself? The &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;cruelest&lt;/span&gt; thing ever... Why do they say one thing and mean another? Why do they all have to be mean and call it something else? Why did this fucking doctor have to tell me about those cells on my cervix last year? I didn&#39;t wanna know. She &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;coulda&lt;/span&gt; kept that shit to her fucking self! Bitch! How come the minute I give a little thought to someone..they step all over it as if its not there? Why do I always have to come fucking second? Fuck that!! Why have I been alone for so long? Why do i always feel outta the loop? Feeling so hurt...can&#39;t even say why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s what I was thinking...the various thoughts that ran through my head. I don&#39;t why they came like that... but they left just as suddenly as they came. After a while, my face dried and I became preoccupied with the big bird that was flying a bit too close for my comfort. I looked down at my food that sat on my lap. Opened the carton and slowly ate. People-watched. Felt vulnerable. Wasn&#39;t sure if anyone saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit better.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3455197012986602635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/3455197012986602635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3455197012986602635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/3455197012986602635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-170140091968587597</id><published>2009-08-21T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:52:47.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Today...I posted something on Twitter...and it got the tweets rolling. But when I said it..I was just talking and I didn&#39;t realize how deep it was until other began to recognize it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone&#39;s love has different parameters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn&#39;t this the truest thing ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...people need to hear this. Singles complain about their other half &quot;not getting them&quot;. There are often miscommunications of intent and expectations. This is where there must be open honesty. Not even so much with the other party, but even moreso with ourselves. Everyone&#39;s love has different parameters. People show how they feel in different ways. The small things to you may be a big step for someone else. They may be going through their own human revolution, trying to find and expand their life to include you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, people&#39;s affection has different languages. Some people like physical touch, some folks are a bit more vocal. For some its quality time. I knew someone who was like the latter. He just wanted to be in his girlfriend&#39;s presence...just her being in the house while he watches the game or something...he was good. I personally have a mixture...but I think I&#39;m more vocal than anything. I communicate what I think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to find someone who speaks your language. The word love is relative. One&#39;s love may not look the same as the next. So, we must find someone who looks similar to us...or someone who can respect the look and feel of our love.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/170140091968587597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/170140091968587597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/170140091968587597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/170140091968587597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/08/common-ground.html' title='Common Ground'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-6250607938086406393</id><published>2009-08-11T18:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:01:07.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes of a Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just wanna sit with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stare and it not be awkward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathe in your company.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;read your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think your thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ask how your day was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch you...be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can sip your favorite tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;draw silly faces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&#39;ll be comfortable and safe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;i&#39;ma&lt;/span&gt; tell you some secrets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you won&#39;t judge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&#39;ve known each other for longer than we actually know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other things won&#39;t matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unspoken things will be mentioned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some things we won&#39;t even have to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so intimate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;falling into place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jokes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not planned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more freedom than &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;i&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt; had in a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gratitude in my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so dope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathing new breath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finishing each others sentences in our heads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just..... right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;basking in the moment at hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;over-thinking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;relaxed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;i&#39;ll&lt;/span&gt; make a meal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe we&#39;ll order out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts pour out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some scrabble and wine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i care more now than i did before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you look at me differently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where have you been?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;i&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt; missed you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe a kiss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no pressure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just long overdue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;i&#39;ll&lt;/span&gt; just lay with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pick out stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rest a bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sit in comfortable silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let all of you seep into my pores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&#39;ll wear me like a quote on the tip of your tongue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6250607938086406393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/6250607938086406393' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/6250607938086406393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/6250607938086406393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/08/minutes-of-meeting.html' title='Minutes of a Meeting'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-6421153652835224007</id><published>2009-08-06T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:02:46.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Time lost...wiggling around in uncomfortable skin&lt;br /&gt;Missing a piece of my heart that I never had&lt;br /&gt;Feeling caged in by selectively forgotten memories&lt;br /&gt;Held captive by emotions subdued by time&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as if the lonely nights are tenants now&lt;br /&gt;They&#39;ve become familiar like the paint on my walls&lt;br /&gt;Bold in hue&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness plays a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;drum roll&lt;/span&gt; for me&lt;br /&gt;Asking me about my day&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m living with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; and heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m co-existing with someone &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;else&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; failure, making it my own&lt;br /&gt;Proactive in defeat&lt;br /&gt;Beaten up and downtrodden by disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Bells ringing because I&#39;ve lost the fight...so tired&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I have one more in me&lt;br /&gt;Because this alone thing ain&#39;t cutting it</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-6381630708568131531</id><published>2009-07-21T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:58:42.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder....THIS IS A REPOST!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Someone said this was her favorite so I promised I would re-post it...For Gina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the center of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;dark and unfavorable...&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed by color, jealous, unable to resist.&lt;br /&gt;The muddy waters that surround a Lotus flower.&lt;br /&gt;The wretched smell of a loveless home.&lt;br /&gt;Yelling &quot;checkmate&quot;...handing my slippers to me when I come in from work.&lt;br /&gt;Its like the infidelity that sits on back porches,&lt;br /&gt;lurking in family courts&lt;br /&gt;with blinded adults and taunted children.&lt;br /&gt;Its whooping and hollering in its Sunday Best, taking my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;giving my eardrums a run for their money.&lt;br /&gt;Its making a mockery of me.&lt;br /&gt;Its a different kind of post-traumatic stress that reverberates throughout my existence.&lt;br /&gt;Popping wheelies along twisted vines, choking the breath out of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Thick as if I added cornstarch.&lt;br /&gt;Textbook heavy.&lt;br /&gt;I never win the war and I get vanquished in the battle.&lt;br /&gt;Its stifling my heartbeat...&lt;br /&gt;staining the fabric of my dream catcher.&lt;br /&gt;Subduing the fight against these tears....&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, its the only constant I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can count on.&lt;br /&gt;Your absence is more apparent than I want it to be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTAtDwFnQoyzmrFhcBEyvL-bAaH-if1Bbzu-nrVFWiH8PMrjRxWuw7PfC7ToGnwWNXleF-Y-EtLET0QTFFfhRGhy85L4bs08QNUows1EapwSWggSJ87fsmHyltZ8f6BI/s220/nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135963447378800279.post-8001574220115964146</id><published>2009-07-21T09:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:48:59.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Video blog coming soon!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8001574220115964146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/8001574220115964146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/8001574220115964146'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Loving the complexity of this feeling that I sang about in my shower&lt;br /&gt;I had called out for you aching in fury&lt;br /&gt;Looked for you on thrones, in flowers, at the bottom of oceans...in my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;I put my feet in your good leather shoes...&lt;br /&gt;Walked around....&lt;br /&gt;In a trance...&lt;br /&gt;Tracing your steps, sniffing the sheets you slept on.&lt;br /&gt;Can&#39;t even begin to find the means to say....&lt;br /&gt;Continuing right where we left off...this isn&#39;t awkward at all&lt;br /&gt;We were never apart&lt;br /&gt;You never left&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;dwelled&lt;/span&gt; in the places I don&#39;t have the courage to mention&lt;br /&gt;Telling old jokes followed by new smiles&lt;br /&gt;Being safe in a smile that stretches across lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;Cool like iced chamomile on tar beach&lt;br /&gt;Sweet like peach flesh&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d missed you for longer than I&#39;m gonna say</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/feeds/510559728416974638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9135963447378800279/510559728416974638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/510559728416974638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9135963447378800279/posts/default/510559728416974638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicysweetginger.blogspot.com/2009/07/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313817842267576087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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