<?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-2091504614061414014</id><updated>2024-10-06T22:12:39.540-07:00</updated><category term="poetry"/><category term="writing"/><category term="anger"/><category term="depression"/><category term="family"/><category term="anxiety"/><category term="heartbroken"/><category term="sad"/><category term="mental health"/><category term="friends"/><category term="loss"/><category term="love"/><category term="pets"/><category term="pictures"/><category term="New Year"/><category term="angel"/><category term="animals"/><category term="black"/><category term="blind"/><category term="brave"/><category term="breast cancer"/><category term="breast cancer awareness"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="dolphin"/><category term="fire"/><category term="flame"/><category term="flames"/><category term="flicker"/><category term="killer whale"/><category term="memorial"/><category term="orca"/><category term="poem"/><category term="rabbit"/><category term="random"/><category term="remembering"/><category term="socks"/><category term="tiger"/><category term="wasp"/><category term="welcome"/><category term="whale"/><category term="white"/><category term="white tiger"/><title type='text'>.+*   Poetry In Motion   *+.</title><subtitle type='html'>various poems and writing that i have been keeping, well trying to keep over the last few years. i enjoy writing, although i do it when i am down, but i find that it helps with writing out how i feel deep inside without having to word it out or tell someone in person without embarressing myself. I hope people join up and follow me and leave me some comments..&#xa;be warned some of these poems can cause distress or upset, as i do put alot of feeling into my poetry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-6556596358348656792</id><published>2011-03-06T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:40:55.177-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breast cancer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breast cancer awareness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memorial"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="remembering"/><title type='text'>Poem For My Nan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is a little something that i wrote for my nan, today is the anniversary of her death, and i always try and write a little something, as it shows that i am thinking of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tonight, i plan to dig out my candles and write her name, or even the letter V ( her name&#39;s Violet ) in tealights and then light them when i feel ready to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I may actually do this outside on the ground.. &amp;nbsp;but would be even cooler if i could do it on the beach like all of the amazing blogs i&#39;ve read on here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Still, something i do should and will be a little bit special, even if it isnt the same as everyone else&#39;s ideas etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.progressionshairsalon.com/images/pink_breast_cancer_awareness_ribbon.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://www.progressionshairsalon.com/images/pink_breast_cancer_awareness_ribbon.jpg&quot; width=&quot;256&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;15 years has flown by fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;Why didn&#39;t the memories of you ever last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;I miss you more each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;but I still love you Nan in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;I still cant believe your gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;I think of all that you missed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately this is something one can do about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;For now I live with you in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;And dream what could&#39;ve been in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;But I wish I could be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;I also wish i could bring you back just for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;Just so i could make new memories come my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;It never gets easier each year passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;I still question it, I wish I knew why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;I really want to hear your voice again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;R.I.P Nan, Always in my heart, Gone.. Not Forgotten!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;21.06.1940-06.03.1996&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5052_215531360656_591060656_7408404_939520_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5052_215531360656_591060656_7408404_939520_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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to make things better and stop missing you&lt;br /&gt;
i hurt so much inside its hard to find the right thing to say&lt;br /&gt;
to tell you just how much this hurts me more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;
i feel so alone and empty deep inside&lt;br /&gt;
i just wanna sit under covers away from the world and hide&lt;br /&gt;
i look up to the clouds floating in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
wondering what it would be like sitting up so high&lt;br /&gt;
today i&#39;ve lost my mind and i feel like i want to die</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3711861775767234740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-loose-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/3711861775767234740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/3711861775767234740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-loose-my-mind.html' title='Today i loose my mind..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-309538184417837854</id><published>2010-02-28T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:27:48.539-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angel"/><title type='text'>Little Angel Unknown</title><content type='html'>A little angel unknown I, am, my place is as an angel in a secret land. &lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t have a name as such, you didn&#39;t get the chance, &lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#39;t meant to live on earth just touch you by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been sent to touch your lives and I know you’ll think that cruel, &lt;br /&gt;
but its only special people that are chosen exceptions to the rules.&lt;br /&gt;
I knew you would love me from the very start, &lt;br /&gt;
from that first sighting &amp;amp; beating of my tiny heart, &lt;br /&gt;
so I know that it will hurt you that you have to say goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;
but I am your guardian angel now and I&#39;ll dry the tears from your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll be there by your side wherever you now go, &lt;br /&gt;
I will hear you speak of me often &amp;amp; what I might have been if I&#39;d grown, &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll be the special angel in the picture that you have, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll have your little features all of you as one &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; I&#39;ll love you always as my special mum. &lt;br /&gt;
You might not have got to see me as a living breathing thing, &lt;br /&gt;
but I&#39;ll be the ribbon around your heart and my love will be deep within, &lt;br /&gt;
this pleasure I promise will be mine, &lt;br /&gt;
to be your guardian angel from now until the end of time. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll gift you with my presence every night within your dreams, &lt;br /&gt;
walk always as your special unknown angel &lt;br /&gt;
gifted to you within just for a short while, &lt;br /&gt;
so think of me often and smile, &lt;br /&gt;
For I, am your very own special unknown gifted child.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...this isnt my own but i got sent it when a friend sent it when told about my ectopic pregnancy i had on the 26th feb&lt;br /&gt;
gorgeous poem..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/309538184417837854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-angel-unknown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/309538184417837854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/309538184417837854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-angel-unknown.html' title='Little Angel Unknown'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-180273498178394876</id><published>2009-12-31T04:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:42:00.882-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Year"/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Just a message to wish you a&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Best Wishes From Us For 2010</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/180273498178394876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/180273498178394876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/180273498178394876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-3600415796986647524</id><published>2009-12-14T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:37:28.108-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="black"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="socks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="white"/><title type='text'>Striped Socks</title><content type='html'>I like my knee highed stripey socks&lt;br /&gt;
they keep me warm and really rock&lt;br /&gt;
they dont really suit me but what can you do&lt;br /&gt;
i did have coloured pairs including pink and blue&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://images.ozcostumes.com/acc_witch_socks_striped.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://images.ozcostumes.com/acc_witch_socks_striped.jpg&quot; width=&quot;193&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I wear them pretty much all the time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;they really cool and their all mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3600415796986647524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/striped-socks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/3600415796986647524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/3600415796986647524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/striped-socks.html' title='Striped Socks'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-1089682161487295989</id><published>2009-12-14T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:51:57.620-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><title type='text'>Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9z89EjKjyvHEpRJ2ItDmL1uxmPaoErJv3RN4vZiLp0lGXJQmPQ7ICAcDzgcwha1Yu0Ag2hbvh7Sq2wsxx1r744mEiqBysud5aEYPqsVx6LCXIRjPNhWTZxr1iYZ1YBa7JSVtlMhqC0M/s1600-h/ChristmasDecorations-main_Full.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9z89EjKjyvHEpRJ2ItDmL1uxmPaoErJv3RN4vZiLp0lGXJQmPQ7ICAcDzgcwha1Yu0Ag2hbvh7Sq2wsxx1r744mEiqBysud5aEYPqsVx6LCXIRjPNhWTZxr1iYZ1YBa7JSVtlMhqC0M/s320/ChristmasDecorations-main_Full.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas is not far away&lt;br /&gt;
it will be here in a few days&lt;br /&gt;
i want it to be over and done with&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas is about presents and family coming together&lt;br /&gt;
not be on your own and left to suffer&lt;br /&gt;
at least it be new year soon, new year, new start!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why is christmas always so depressing every year!?&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas just hasnt been the same since you&#39;ve gone&lt;br /&gt;
my family is a big old mess.. and i dont know what to do thats best!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1089682161487295989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1089682161487295989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1089682161487295989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9z89EjKjyvHEpRJ2ItDmL1uxmPaoErJv3RN4vZiLp0lGXJQmPQ7ICAcDzgcwha1Yu0Ag2hbvh7Sq2wsxx1r744mEiqBysud5aEYPqsVx6LCXIRjPNhWTZxr1iYZ1YBa7JSVtlMhqC0M/s72-c/ChristmasDecorations-main_Full.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-748351583096842468</id><published>2009-12-04T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:13:37.282-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brave"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>Alone..</title><content type='html'>sit alone in my room tears welling in my eye&lt;br /&gt;
i cant help but feel my life is passing me by&lt;br /&gt;
i cry cry and cry some more but nothing seems to work&lt;br /&gt;
all i am doing is upsetting myself and driving me bisurk&lt;br /&gt;
i dont deserve this life i dont deserve to be me&lt;br /&gt;
why cant i just rot alone or walk into the sea&lt;br /&gt;
no one sees me hurting or knows what to say&lt;br /&gt;
i thought i did myself proud for what i done today&lt;br /&gt;
being brave is very hard and not easy to come by&lt;br /&gt;
but now all i am doing is questioning myself and cant work out why&lt;br /&gt;
for world is just a big scarey place with loads of random people in&lt;br /&gt;
i feel like hanging from a tree having my bits dumped or binned&lt;br /&gt;
i love my family alot i do to the moon and back&lt;br /&gt;
but all i am to everyone is just a bit of slack&lt;br /&gt;
i wish i was normal so people may even want me&lt;br /&gt;
but no one seems to want me or take me as i be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://seo2.0.onreact.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/you-re-not-alone.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://seo2.0.onreact.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/you-re-not-alone.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/748351583096842468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/748351583096842468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/748351583096842468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/12/alone.html' title='Alone..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-7786326379587837429</id><published>2009-11-30T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:46:01.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;i sit on the prominade and i watch the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the waves crashing upon the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea entice me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;i feel like its calling me to join in the fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;to swim and dance with the fish under the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;i like the idea of the sea being blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;what doesnt make sense is to how the water in my glass is clear &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.schmoker.org/OutdoorAdventure/CramerRapid/CramerAnimated.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;171&quot; src=&quot;http://www.schmoker.org/OutdoorAdventure/CramerRapid/CramerAnimated.gif&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7786326379587837429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/7786326379587837429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/7786326379587837429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/sea.html' title='The Sea'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-3138267082969707586</id><published>2009-11-30T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:32:17.777-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flame"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flames"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flicker"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>The Fire..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I look into the fire burning away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;i sit beside it each and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;i watch the flames flicker in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;i cant help but sit watch and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;the feeling of warmth is hitting my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;thinking of things i feel some embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;i watch the colours orange and yellow and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;i feel at one with the fire like me talking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.baycitybombers.com/turbos/animated_Fire.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://www.baycitybombers.com/turbos/animated_Fire.gif&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3138267082969707586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/3138267082969707586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/3138267082969707586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/fire.html' title='The Fire..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-6187204691742765295</id><published>2009-11-30T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:13:57.739-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blind"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>If I Was Blind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;if i was blind i would miss the the face i look at before i sleep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;but then these are the thoughts, the memories i would keep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;if i was blind i would miss the site of the fire glowing and burning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;for missing the site i would end up yearning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;if i was blind i would miss the site of the stars up so very very high&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;the blackness and the dots of stars and planets up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;if i was blind i would miss the site of the waves crashing at sea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;this memory would be the best one to someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;if i was blind i would miss the site of my family smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;the memories would last but dont know how long for you see?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;if i was blind i would miss the television progammes that i like &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;although there aint much else on to watch on it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;if i was blind i would miss the friends that bother with me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;the ones that care the ones that worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i was blind it would be a big loss, as i would have memories and things to remember for as long as i will live.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6187204691742765295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-was-blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/6187204691742765295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/6187204691742765295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-was-blind.html' title='If I Was Blind..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-5541688127060223533</id><published>2009-11-30T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:48:35.906-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dolphin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="killer whale"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="orca"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rabbit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tiger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wasp"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whale"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="white tiger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>If I Wasn&#39;t Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;If i wasnt Me, do you know what i would like to be!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I would like to be a dolphin swimming in the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;an animal so intellegent and so beautiful to see&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If i wasnt me, do you what i would be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;a white tiger prowling through the depths of the jungle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;pouncing and growling and hunting through the big open jungle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If i wasnt me do you what i would be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I would like to be a killer whale riding the crashing waves&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;i would be a rabbit running wild and free&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;reproducing every day is the best way to be&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If i wasnt me do yo what i would be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;i would be a wasp or a big bumble bee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;to come find you and sting you till you beg for mercy&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Out of all the animals and creatures i&#39;d like to be, i have to pick one and which would i choose!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;if i had to be an animal i would pick a Orca Killer Whale for they are pretty big and powerful and i could then be something other than me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5541688127060223533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-wasnt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/5541688127060223533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/5541688127060223533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-wasnt-me.html' title='If I Wasn&#39;t Me..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvkoLG76pVph_i01pwjoQKAQLg8bn0atEeY7gisW34bAX7mtHsIEYgz3kMGpFwPwg_ZDEQjRSSY1UUYwucaUKprwwUwqPO3s0RgzAvKsnHd0rBrYBOY6vdqWP3V5ZF08E1bmx9jJHEfs/s72-c/dolphin.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-3074088305021304042</id><published>2009-11-30T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:34:06.687-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>why are things difficult...?</title><content type='html'>why are things so difficult for me to be what i am&lt;br /&gt;
for now i seem invisible what happened to little old sam?&lt;br /&gt;
things have changed not for good but i guess for the worse&lt;br /&gt;
i feel as thought i have been hit with something maybe even a curse?&lt;br /&gt;
i am not well and i am not better i just keep going down hill&lt;br /&gt;
i am smoking so much more than i used to because it can kill&lt;br /&gt;
but i dont know why i try to do it when i scared and dont really want to die&lt;br /&gt;
its a stupid thing that is and i keep trying to ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;
but never can i find the answer to carry on and be myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;
i look and feel as thought i have been battling so many wars&lt;br /&gt;
that i just want to give in and let them people win now&lt;br /&gt;
i think of what i used to be and what i have become i hope i can go back some how&lt;br /&gt;
but for now this needs fixing and sorted so they can go back to what they used to be &lt;br /&gt;
i want to fit in i want to be free of this curse that has been placed upon me</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3074088305021304042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-are-things-difficult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/3074088305021304042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/3074088305021304042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-are-things-difficult.html' title='why are things difficult...?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-1586439082879557598</id><published>2009-11-29T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:02:01.083-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><title type='text'>For My Bunny My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>Nibbles (RIP 3.06.05 to 08.04.07) &lt;br /&gt;
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Nibbles my lovely lil rabbit&lt;br /&gt;
why did god come and take you away&lt;br /&gt;
i miss you more each day,&lt;br /&gt;
why does things end this way?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it feels it was only yesterday i held you in my hands&lt;br /&gt;
i would bring u back if only i had a few magic wands&lt;br /&gt;
i am sorry i havent really said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
i dont want to and i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you were the best friend a young woman could ever have!&lt;br /&gt;
no other rabbit or person comes close to what we had!&lt;br /&gt;
i talked to you as if you were human&lt;br /&gt;
although you never replied, but thats because you cannot talk!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i miss them little kisses you always gave us&lt;br /&gt;
it feels as thought i often feel you licking again&lt;br /&gt;
i hope u knew how much i loved you when i wasnt around&lt;br /&gt;
i know i should had taken you to preston, but i wasnt aloud&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i still came back and you was always excited to see me&lt;br /&gt;
just wish you was still here so i can hug thee&lt;br /&gt;
your always in my heart and most certainly in my mind&lt;br /&gt;
thinking about you and the things we shared helps me unwind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i got you on the 3rd of june&lt;br /&gt;
i was so excited and lucky to have had you&lt;br /&gt;
thanks for being a great pal to me and my family&lt;br /&gt;
just a shame that we will have to miss you now for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Written 14th july 2007&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this is a poem i wrote for my Bunny/Best Friend Nibbles, i got him when he was a baby and he sat in the palm of my hands.. he was tiny, dearly missed to this day..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is Nibbles, i got him on the 3rd June 2005 just a few days after my 18th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is Nibbles bit bigger, a few months or so before he died&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is a video that i made of Nibbles&#39;s images, and used a song from Oliver &amp;amp; Company a disney film, admittedly about a cat, but the song was meaningful to me and Nibbles, as i said he was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1586439082879557598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-my-bunny-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1586439082879557598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1586439082879557598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-my-bunny-my-best-friend.html' title='For My Bunny My Best Friend'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmehOqZfUr3MqwR5pPYFn5AGXrCPGdmFBo5L9QMdbJwspfXPPA9365JYQWj8fhWX7sdt7INrtBYng90aNDWChNYRZY2OxCcCkmkEDAatK7IW7w3mQMaEOUKYU3aX-XGFlIBngp3CAWDU/s72-c/04-06-05_0948.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-1619293973261342510</id><published>2009-11-29T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:05:27.299-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><title type='text'>For My Nanny Lee (RIP 21.06.1940 - 06.03.1996)</title><content type='html'>wow 11 years have kinda flew by&lt;br /&gt;
all i seem to want to know is why&lt;br /&gt;
you left so soon without a proper goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
well now your safe up in the sky up so high&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its a shame i dont remember much about you&lt;br /&gt;
but mum fills me in the bits that she knew&lt;br /&gt;
i was young when you had fell asleep and never woke up&lt;br /&gt;
but now i wish you was here to see me grow up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i know you are one of gods angel now&lt;br /&gt;
and i can seem to say is wow&lt;br /&gt;
i hope you found our kimberley up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
and hope you are both looking down on us from up so high&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you are always going to be my nanny lee&lt;br /&gt;
i guess sometimes things have to be&lt;br /&gt;
we all miss you and wish you hadn&#39;t left&lt;br /&gt;
but maybe sometimes we think it might had been for the best&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
goodnight gods angel up so high&lt;br /&gt;
when i look up at the stars i think of you in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
the sky is blue and the clouds are white&lt;br /&gt;
but without you blimey it bites!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
written 25th june 2007&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
..I wrote this whilst i was thinking about my Nanny Lee.. although i dont remember much about her, i did my best! (i was 9 when she died)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1619293973261342510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-my-nanny-lee-rip-21061940-06031996.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1619293973261342510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1619293973261342510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-my-nanny-lee-rip-21061940-06031996.html' title='For My Nanny Lee (RIP 21.06.1940 - 06.03.1996)'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJldDpACqg73bc-T0lQgzENeueAgiHQjUS37KZZgVfIPZQN7JSCcvL2E5npGqSa9nICSPZRF8FOJu7U_qh8HvUjAN-Nx2Zp8h8UcgkRqiheVA0DWot2z9-iPJ_xlmOn37DfPIJQzVBRR0/s72-c/xmq2-10y-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-1148365188183099162</id><published>2009-11-29T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:39:32.412-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>How I Often Feel</title><content type='html'>I have gone off the rails,&lt;br /&gt;
Ive fallen far from the train,&lt;br /&gt;
I dont want to walk this path,&lt;br /&gt;
Right under the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Im soaking wet,&lt;br /&gt;
And will never dry,&lt;br /&gt;
I cant go on,&lt;br /&gt;
I will not cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The rails have gone,&lt;br /&gt;
They wont be back,&lt;br /&gt;
All i can see now,&lt;br /&gt;
Is empty dark and black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Im not meant to give up,&lt;br /&gt;
Im supposed to fight,&lt;br /&gt;
But ive climed to here,&lt;br /&gt;
To jump from this height.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*So here i jump,&lt;br /&gt;
Falling quick but slow,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Watch out down there&lt;br /&gt;
Watch out below&quot;..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is a poem a friend gave me on the internet, but this is basically how i feel on most days!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1148365188183099162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-i-often-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1148365188183099162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1148365188183099162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-i-often-feel.html' title='How I Often Feel'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-1534587623759696709</id><published>2009-11-29T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:37:26.062-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>it all started today at almost midday&lt;br /&gt;
sitting there i was thinking &quot;no way..not today&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
but then it happened and it wasnt good&lt;br /&gt;
then all at once we were all in a mood!&lt;br /&gt;
i hate myself most of the time as it is&lt;br /&gt;
why am i here, whats the cause of my &quot;bis&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
i feel a disgrace and i feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;
i want to be cut me up and disposed of my bones&lt;br /&gt;
i dont want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;
as i dont think that they&#39;d believe what i used to be&lt;br /&gt;
i used to be fun and also a laugh&lt;br /&gt;
but when i think of that i wanna barf&lt;br /&gt;
crying makes me feel so much worse&lt;br /&gt;
and then i just want to sit here and curse&lt;br /&gt;
but i am not totally like that so i hide away&lt;br /&gt;
not just for now but at least for the day&lt;br /&gt;
i feel i dont have the best family in my life&lt;br /&gt;
maybe if i did i would be much funner and full of life&lt;br /&gt;
i know you cant choose your family but you can your friends&lt;br /&gt;
but it often makes me so made sometimes, and drives me around the bend&lt;br /&gt;
dont get me wrong i do love them all&lt;br /&gt;
but they make me feel bad and i wanna ball&lt;br /&gt;
but thats them and they wont change never&lt;br /&gt;
not now, tomorrow, the next day not ever&lt;br /&gt;
so i guess we have to deal with it on our own way&lt;br /&gt;
and leave each memory for just another day&lt;br /&gt;
but that wont happen really in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;
so for now we just have to run and scurry!&lt;br /&gt;
until the day that whats done is done&lt;br /&gt;
and until then noones won&lt;br /&gt;
we all have a life and we all have feelings&lt;br /&gt;
but it doesnt matter to keep us reeling&lt;br /&gt;
i dream of the day when we are all sorted&lt;br /&gt;
until then i feel like im haunted&lt;br /&gt;
im haunted by the past that i had&lt;br /&gt;
which is probably why i feel so bad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
i always seem to smile on the outside&lt;br /&gt;
but you&#39;ll never realise im crying on the inside&lt;br /&gt;
so now you know the real me&lt;br /&gt;
so you can go on and be what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;
...written 21.08.2007...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this was based upon another row and feelings i was having at the time</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1534587623759696709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/why_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1534587623759696709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/1534587623759696709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/why_29.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-5224568682137678865</id><published>2009-11-29T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:36:31.981-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>Why..</title><content type='html'>i am invisible to the naked eye&lt;br /&gt;
i know its true so dont ask why&lt;br /&gt;
i shouldnt be here and i know thats true&lt;br /&gt;
to bring her back, i bet your wondering who&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i would make it so kimberley was here and well&lt;br /&gt;
to sing and dance to be praised aswel&lt;br /&gt;
for im just a bit of a waste of prescious time&lt;br /&gt;
for her to be here will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
all them bad images are back in my head&lt;br /&gt;
i think its about time god put me back to bed&lt;br /&gt;
for it seems i have nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;
so why should i be here, why should i live&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i have no-one to turn to, no-one at all&lt;br /&gt;
for my family seem to have a ball&lt;br /&gt;
its not what i asked for i didnt wanna be here&lt;br /&gt;
looks like im stuck here with nobody near&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
all i think of is the day when i die&lt;br /&gt;
then i will be happy and then i can fly&lt;br /&gt;
for i can sit on the clouds up above&lt;br /&gt;
and look down on those who DID give me love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but things wont change i will be stuck this way&lt;br /&gt;
so i will just dream of that peaceful day&lt;br /&gt;
i dream of the day when i can be set free&lt;br /&gt;
but dont dwell on that little person me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it sucks this time because i cant run and flee&lt;br /&gt;
so this time i have to suck it up and let things be&lt;br /&gt;
i hope this blows over and things get better&lt;br /&gt;
for i cant handle this no more not ever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
written 23.08.07&lt;br /&gt;
because i have had a real bad day, and felt like my family had been totally outta order on this day!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5224568682137678865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/5224568682137678865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/5224568682137678865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Why..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-380643162080158081</id><published>2009-11-29T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:34:43.124-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>The Way I Feel</title><content type='html'>i feel lost and confused&lt;br /&gt;
empty and used&lt;br /&gt;
why you ask me &lt;br /&gt;
i havent got a clue&lt;br /&gt;
why things have to be this way&lt;br /&gt;
and tell me that everything will be OK?&lt;br /&gt;
why do people have to sit there and lie&lt;br /&gt;
but even though i ask that i will never know why&lt;br /&gt;
for most people are generally hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its annoying becaues i get lied to day in day out&lt;br /&gt;
and its always later on that it comes about&lt;br /&gt;
what have i done to people for them to be this way&lt;br /&gt;
and at times i feel i will never be ok!&lt;br /&gt;
for im scared to believe in a friend or a best friend&lt;br /&gt;
because the others in my past who drive me around the bend&lt;br /&gt;
i dont understand why people have to pick little old me&lt;br /&gt;
but then things are the way they should be?&lt;br /&gt;
why in life is there these pain in the arse obsitcles!!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...written 15th august 2007 ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is based upon what i was feeling at this point in my life,</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/380643162080158081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/380643162080158081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/380643162080158081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-i-feel.html' title='The Way I Feel'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-7690726848002870959</id><published>2009-11-29T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:34:30.507-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>Me...</title><content type='html'>this is me this is my life&lt;br /&gt;
will anyone take me 2 be a wife?&lt;br /&gt;
im often sad and i am quite a miserable cow&lt;br /&gt;
whats made me this way, why and how?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
im all over the place, myself and head&lt;br /&gt;
i feel at times im dreaming in bed&lt;br /&gt;
can anyone hear my calls my plea&lt;br /&gt;
for someone 2 help and direct lil old me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i cant and dont seem to wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;
because if i do it makes me walk&lt;br /&gt;
i feel like i wanna bury and hide&lt;br /&gt;
what im feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i feel so alone and confused inside&lt;br /&gt;
can anyone help me put my feelings aside&lt;br /&gt;
i really want to change and feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;
but all i can think is what i knew&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i feel there is someone or something inside&lt;br /&gt;
tearing me apart and make me feel i want to hide&lt;br /&gt;
why am i like this i ask all the time&lt;br /&gt;
but all i do is cry and whine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
why do i feel useless and alone&lt;br /&gt;
but when i talk about how i feel people moan&lt;br /&gt;
i cannot confess how i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;
even if i did what would become of me now?!!&lt;br /&gt;
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written 10.08.07 based upon what i felt and saw within my self</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7690726848002870959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/7690726848002870959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/7690726848002870959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/me.html' title='Me...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-4735309671635742756</id><published>2009-11-29T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:03:44.850-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>There Once Was A Girl...</title><content type='html'>why do we have people as friends&lt;br /&gt;
they often drive ya round the bend!&lt;br /&gt;
the certain girl is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;
maybe a little witch!!&lt;br /&gt;
shes ruined me and ruined my life&lt;br /&gt;
and she deserves to be someones wife?!&lt;br /&gt;
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she ruined my life and my head&lt;br /&gt;
i hope she realises that shes made her bed!&lt;br /&gt;
for the way shes hurt me i will often shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;
but i now know who my friends are and keep them near!&lt;br /&gt;
shes taken away from me my pride and some friends&lt;br /&gt;
and shes made me feel like i dont want to live and it was the end&lt;br /&gt;
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i now am wise to what she had put through and how i felt&lt;br /&gt;
but im not going to let her affect me now and leave her to melt&lt;br /&gt;
over the year i keep letting her come back in&lt;br /&gt;
but every time she hurts me and then again she wins!!&lt;br /&gt;
im not going to bother with her not now not ever&lt;br /&gt;
for she is an evil cow and she wont change, never!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Written by Me, Samantha Osman - based upon an incident with a friend a few years ago.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4735309671635742756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-once-was-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/4735309671635742756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/4735309671635742756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-once-was-girl.html' title='There Once Was A Girl...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091504614061414014.post-2000933748807640010</id><published>2009-11-29T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:02:51.425-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="welcome"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>...   Poetry In Motion   ...</title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome to poetry in motion!&lt;br /&gt;
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here you can view and read my poetry that i write in various &#39;moods&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
i have been writing or trying to keep a note of my writing for a few years now. I have written various things over the years, most of what i have written i have written about myself and how i feel or what is going on or just feeling low i put pen to paper regardless of the outcome!&lt;br /&gt;
i enjoy writing, and in a way it is a shame i just write when i am down, depressed and miserable, but i guess thats when i write the good stuff the meaningful to me stuff, even if others dont always agree with what i have written etc.&lt;br /&gt;
i havent thought about sharing everything until now, so this is a biggish step for me to actually share with you, random people! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;
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It would help if i was to recieve some comments, followers, or just anything in general really, it be nice to get some perspective on my writing instead of me saving it and reading it back to myself in few months time, as in a way i kind of waste my little talents that i have.&lt;br /&gt;
Looking forward to seeing some new visitors and new followers etc.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2000933748807640010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/poetry-in-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/2000933748807640010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091504614061414014/posts/default/2000933748807640010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryinmotion-x.blogspot.com/2009/11/poetry-in-motion.html' title='...   Poetry In Motion   ...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05083885004205914541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>