<?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: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-21809836</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:10:44.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing about cold days</title><subtitle type='html'>i'll put my jacket on jacket on. it's freezing out here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a leaflet without words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11947251770188288621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809836.post-3707908078121098979</id><published>2008-06-23T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:20:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grace</title><content type='html'>i am above your still impressions&lt;br /&gt;smiling at the sight of hearts in love.&lt;br /&gt;this new flare,&lt;br /&gt;is it worth your time?&lt;br /&gt;i gave you so much&lt;br /&gt;then you leave me behind.&lt;br /&gt;the numbers&lt;br /&gt;the figures&lt;br /&gt;all amount&lt;br /&gt;to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;the pushing&lt;br /&gt;the fighting&lt;br /&gt;are beatings to noone&lt;br /&gt;you don't even recognize my smile&lt;br /&gt;and my heart any longer.&lt;br /&gt;i am above you&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;and a new flare&lt;br /&gt;who seems to smile&lt;br /&gt;a familiar one&lt;br /&gt;a smile i see&lt;br /&gt;each time i stare at myself&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-3707908078121098979?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/3707908078121098979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=3707908078121098979' title='0 Comments'/><link 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feet! but not as cold as it used to be.=)&lt;br /&gt;it's GREAT to be back!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kaya ngayon lang ako kasi nalimutan ko yung pasword ko.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-320368439524805258?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/320368439524805258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=320368439524805258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/320368439524805258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/320368439524805258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-as-cold-anymore.html' title='not as cold anymore =)'/><author><name>a leaflet without words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11947251770188288621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809836.post-8723494126078467661</id><published>2007-02-28T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:04:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lilly</title><content type='html'>the quiet is calm.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i need..&lt;br /&gt;the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;the calm.&lt;br /&gt;the sun is warm.&lt;br /&gt;it's light&lt;br /&gt;broken in the branches.&lt;br /&gt;i love the touch of warmth on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i need..&lt;br /&gt;the soothe.&lt;br /&gt;the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;i remember her.&lt;br /&gt;deep in the warmth of her arms.&lt;br /&gt;in the calm of her hands.&lt;br /&gt;the soothe of being next to her.&lt;br /&gt;in the quiet of her memory.&lt;br /&gt;i'll recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i need right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-8723494126078467661?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/8723494126078467661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=8723494126078467661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/8723494126078467661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;hoping for a lot a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to resist&lt;br /&gt;but you're hard to battle,&lt;br /&gt;harder still&lt;br /&gt;to forget.&lt;br /&gt;still lovely.&lt;br /&gt;still the best of all the things i'm hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;this will teach me&lt;br /&gt;to wait further.&lt;br /&gt;never to ask&lt;br /&gt;if there really is forever..&lt;br /&gt;i feel the battle&lt;br /&gt;come to it's end.&lt;br /&gt;down to the final people&lt;br /&gt;i have to hold&lt;br /&gt;and bury in memory.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never regret&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;i sought&lt;br /&gt;for a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;to live suddenly&lt;br /&gt;and die silently,&lt;br /&gt;falling in love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-117031952354739942?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809836.post-116399558096806111</id><published>2006-11-20T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:06:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cloud</title><content type='html'>i want to be a cloud..&lt;br /&gt;a traveller..&lt;br /&gt;a nomad..&lt;br /&gt;a mask to a beautiful face..&lt;br /&gt;a face filled with stars..&lt;br /&gt;i wish to be blown away..&lt;br /&gt;to places uncharted..&lt;br /&gt;be purposeless..&lt;br /&gt;yet commited to letting little kids imagine..&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;so i will never have to fall&lt;br /&gt;deeply in love with ayone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-116399558096806111?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809836.post-116399530130396237</id><published>2006-11-20T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:01:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a ghost</title><content type='html'>shuffling my feet over the waves of the sea..&lt;br /&gt;newborn anthuriums stealing kisses from my hand..&lt;br /&gt;they are the offsprings of winter&lt;br /&gt;unmindful to the possibility of death&lt;br /&gt;and the pain of loss..&lt;br /&gt;tonight i'm a ghost..&lt;br /&gt;a phantom in the moonlight..&lt;br /&gt;relaying events&lt;br /&gt;to an audience of stars and my reflection..&lt;br /&gt;alone and bitter..&lt;br /&gt;like her songs..&lt;br /&gt;i listen to the music of the water crashing to stones..&lt;br /&gt;and little pebbles making bautiful dropping sounds..&lt;br /&gt;like a dive from the sky..&lt;br /&gt;a plunge to the abyss..&lt;br /&gt;my body will be a silohuette&lt;br /&gt;when it touches the water..&lt;br /&gt;slow to immerse..&lt;br /&gt;unknown as love's departure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-116399530130396237?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/116399530130396237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=116399530130396237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/116399530130396237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/116399530130396237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/2006/11/ghost.html' title='a ghost'/><author><name>a leaflet without words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11947251770188288621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809836.post-116185190461102351</id><published>2006-10-26T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:22:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were both sojourners</title><content type='html'>we stood&lt;br /&gt;staring at each other.&lt;br /&gt;with no words left to say&lt;br /&gt;only tears and whimpers.&lt;br /&gt;'it's almost time'&lt;br /&gt;she said,&lt;br /&gt;'but you will see me again.'&lt;br /&gt;' will i really see you again?'&lt;br /&gt;i asked.&lt;br /&gt;'you don't have to wait'&lt;br /&gt;she said,&lt;br /&gt;'but you can always pray that you will.'&lt;br /&gt;with that i held her words&lt;br /&gt;and let  go.&lt;br /&gt;then she turned away,&lt;br /&gt;still so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and faded slowly in the distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-116185190461102351?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/116185190461102351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=116185190461102351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/116185190461102351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/116185190461102351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-were-both-sojourners.html' title='we were both sojourners'/><author><name>a leaflet without words</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11947251770188288621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809836.post-116150075768483954</id><published>2006-10-22T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:17:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the silence of many</title><content type='html'>all senses rivetting&lt;br /&gt;the hand that saveth not bullets.&lt;br /&gt;my God, such grace and power.&lt;br /&gt;like flames to an arrow&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of a new love.&lt;br /&gt;envelop my heart in the sheath of thy mercy.&lt;br /&gt;the willfull murders the skillfull&lt;br /&gt;teach my feet to run.&lt;br /&gt;to the final battle and the ages to come.&lt;br /&gt;we wither like flowers&lt;br /&gt;lose grace like orchids.&lt;br /&gt;i am what i am because you chose to keep me.&lt;br /&gt;your veil i will touch,&lt;br /&gt;i will befall no evil.&lt;br /&gt;the art of drawing near to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;open thine eyes&lt;br /&gt;revere you in love.&lt;br /&gt;two stars burning in the expanse of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;with your love i forget her vouches.&lt;br /&gt;i will fade like a dew in the morning and be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;memories ebb away&lt;br /&gt;but never your promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-116150075768483954?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/116150075768483954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>the poetess</title><content type='html'>with words you take me&lt;br /&gt;with words i shatter.&lt;br /&gt;so skillful and clever..&lt;br /&gt;i drift like a feather&lt;br /&gt;atop a stream of pleasant words.&lt;br /&gt;this will take me nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;but i heed anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there's nothing promising ahead.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot be all the more concerned..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as skilled a writer as you are,&lt;br /&gt;not as clever with words.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i stay afloat..&lt;br /&gt;drifting quietly.&lt;br /&gt;above your stream of pleasant words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-116118571326460986?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/116118571326460986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>a laid back drive</title><content type='html'>supressing the words i haven't said in years&lt;br /&gt;i could feel our hearts race.&lt;br /&gt;like galloping horses.&lt;br /&gt;seeing you again&lt;br /&gt;still not sure what to say.&lt;br /&gt;days with you are always slow&lt;br /&gt;and calming.&lt;br /&gt;you haven't said a word yet&lt;br /&gt;just busying yourself with the wind outside.&lt;br /&gt;we pass by the park benches&lt;br /&gt;where we'd sit for morning coffee's and jog home.&lt;br /&gt;i glance at  you from the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;nothing's changed since.&lt;br /&gt;i hear you sigh,&lt;br /&gt;like a muted whisper of delight.&lt;br /&gt;you still manage to warm one's heart,&lt;br /&gt;like you always have.&lt;br /&gt;now you're looking up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;it's relieving to see you smile again in years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809836.post-115761972659514898</id><published>2006-09-07T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:22:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop D for the one that i adore</title><content type='html'>excited and all,&lt;br /&gt;sparks all around the yellow and orange surroundings of your school,&lt;br /&gt;an unwanted festival of strangers,&lt;br /&gt;you make my heart leap.&lt;br /&gt;a song,&lt;br /&gt;plays in my head&lt;br /&gt;as you walk by.&lt;br /&gt;looking through the pearls of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;there we have a conversation,&lt;br /&gt;we exchange stories.&lt;br /&gt;you're all around,&lt;br /&gt;in my room,&lt;br /&gt;and when i go out.&lt;br /&gt;loving you is a no-brainer.&lt;br /&gt;everything is dissipating like icing on left-over cake.&lt;br /&gt;have i mistakenly forgotten what's delicate and what's never meant to be moved&lt;br /&gt;or did i purposely touch on a non-beneficial subject?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-115761972659514898?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/115761972659514898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=115761972659514898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/115761972659514898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/115761972659514898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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feel,&lt;br /&gt;like saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and everything you are.&lt;br /&gt;but i know&lt;br /&gt;that my heart&lt;br /&gt;will always sing to you.&lt;br /&gt;this hand will never tire,&lt;br /&gt;and as much as it wants to rest,&lt;br /&gt;it won't.&lt;br /&gt;it forever will write&lt;br /&gt;about the way&lt;br /&gt;you easily move one's heart,&lt;br /&gt;and how in-love i am with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-115755181656182677?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/115755181656182677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=115755181656182677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you.&lt;br /&gt;slowly,&lt;br /&gt;yet surely&lt;br /&gt;i'll come home to you.&lt;br /&gt;i left you waiting.&lt;br /&gt;i've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back,&lt;br /&gt;leaving everything behind.&lt;br /&gt;such a rush,&lt;br /&gt;now i'm missing you.&lt;br /&gt;so lost and tired,&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;still enamoured by your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-115712204262084857?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/115712204262084857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=115712204262084857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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glimpse&lt;br /&gt;of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;an extension&lt;br /&gt;of your memory.&lt;br /&gt;until spring appears,&lt;br /&gt;i will feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;for the one&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;i always see you in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the girl&lt;br /&gt;beneath&lt;br /&gt;a flickering light&lt;br /&gt;of hopeful promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-115106520065652745?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/115106520065652745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=115106520065652745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for so much words&lt;br /&gt;she knows that you know what she wants to say&lt;br /&gt;and she knows that you love it.&lt;br /&gt;she sees you fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;when she tries to ignore you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and she knows you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;you'll be waiting for her,&lt;br /&gt;she knows that you will&lt;br /&gt;and she definitely knows how to keep a promise.&lt;br /&gt;she's like a drop of rain in springtime&lt;br /&gt;a shade when kids are playing&lt;br /&gt;like a wish beneath a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;she knows i'm always waiting.&lt;br /&gt;she crosses your heart&lt;br /&gt;your mind is filled with thoughts about her&lt;br /&gt;you know she makes you swear to yourself&lt;br /&gt;one day you'll take her out for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;she crosses your mind&lt;br /&gt;as your heart reminds you&lt;br /&gt;that's why you fell eventually&lt;br /&gt;and your heart knows that well.&lt;br /&gt;she knows all your imperfections&lt;br /&gt;still she thinks about you.&lt;br /&gt;her voice is elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;and you would like to be anywhere near it&lt;br /&gt;just to hear her say,&lt;br /&gt;just to hear her say.&lt;br /&gt;and all this time she's owned your heart&lt;br /&gt;and how it loves to be held by her loving and assuring hands&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-115106492868459327?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/115106492868459327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=115106492868459327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/115106492868459327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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enough,&lt;br /&gt;when the sun's not shining..&lt;br /&gt;she seems farther with each moment she melts with the crowd..&lt;br /&gt;i can't hold my breath when she's near&lt;br /&gt;her hand is a mid-summer breeze brushing through my skin&lt;br /&gt;like a voice in a field of tall grass and butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;singing love songs&lt;br /&gt;over and over..&lt;br /&gt;one by one&lt;br /&gt;these days will be done,&lt;br /&gt;i'll move on only to find myself running back&lt;br /&gt;to the one this weary heart is longing for..&lt;br /&gt;she's still the hardest song to sing&lt;br /&gt;so much that it pains my heart to hear her speak&lt;br /&gt;whenever she's around..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-115034586474404747?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809836.post-115008243764548807</id><published>2006-06-12T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:13:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post on my friendster blog (i changed the title though)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end this winter soon&lt;br /&gt;you will then,&lt;br /&gt;bloom with the flowers..&lt;br /&gt;rest your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;for a while..&lt;br /&gt;i'll watch you unfold your thoughts in your sleep..&lt;br /&gt;i stare at the water&lt;br /&gt;it whispers quietly&lt;br /&gt;your frozen aphorisms..&lt;br /&gt;your smiles' reflection&lt;br /&gt;on it's glassy surface&lt;br /&gt;is a calming scene to a stranger..&lt;br /&gt;someday,&lt;br /&gt;the streams will have life again..&lt;br /&gt;i'll find it once i see..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i will..&lt;br /&gt;we could always go back to the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;as we were..&lt;br /&gt;but for now..&lt;br /&gt;life will be colder than usual..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809836-115008243764548807?l=writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingaboutcolddays.blogspot.com/feeds/115008243764548807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809836&amp;postID=115008243764548807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/115008243764548807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809836/posts/default/115008243764548807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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