<?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-21449351</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:25:59.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114680002110426372</id><published>2006-05-04T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:33:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>locked away in these walls full of hate&lt;br /&gt;crying absurdly while the nurses pass by&lt;br /&gt;wondering what just happened&lt;br /&gt;leaving the mystery up to the doctors&lt;br /&gt;closing my eyes brings me to a better place&lt;br /&gt;trusting the people i love to hate&lt;br /&gt;hating the gut wrenching feeling inside my body&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;needing the beeping to stop&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of the new shift of nurses to go away&lt;br /&gt;crying only on the inside&lt;br /&gt;while the pain is flowing on the outside&lt;br /&gt;today is the day that i meet my destiny&lt;br /&gt;today is the day he'll see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114680002110426372?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114680002110426372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114680002110426372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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away to move the earth below&lt;br /&gt;My soul controlled the madness that&lt;br /&gt;screamed down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Speed became my life and to live&lt;br /&gt;I needed more.&lt;br /&gt;The soul of my foot molded&lt;br /&gt;to the pedal and I took the&lt;br /&gt;red devil for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;It was a day to quench my&lt;br /&gt;thirst with fuel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114600380400566621?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114600380400566621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114600380400566621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114600380400566621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114600380400566621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/pistons-burned-with-gods-anger-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114600368102528985</id><published>2006-04-25T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:21:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Locked in a room with a key I made&lt;br /&gt;For the one I lost, I've had to trade&lt;br /&gt;Way deep inside my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I hate what I cannot control&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I've hardened more than most&lt;br /&gt;Cold as ice and opaque a ghost&lt;br /&gt;How can I explain what i've put you through&lt;br /&gt;I will always love me more than I love you&lt;br /&gt;My invisible land I raise my drink&lt;br /&gt;An eternity in hell to sit and think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114600368102528985?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114600368102528985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114600368102528985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114600368102528985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114600368102528985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/locked-in-room-with-key-i-made-for-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114434538000252339</id><published>2006-04-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:43:00.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This has just started i wanted to put this up to get my creativity mind flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm only a size 00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the door&lt;br /&gt;I see a shadow of something fierce&lt;br /&gt;drooling and crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114434538000252339?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114434538000252339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114434538000252339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114434538000252339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114434538000252339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-has-just-started-i-wanted-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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-21449351.post-114434521535063500</id><published>2006-04-06T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:40:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can smell the delicious life just ahead&lt;br /&gt;Individuality is the name of the game&lt;br /&gt;Watch Dogs!&lt;br /&gt;Watch Towers!&lt;br /&gt;Alarms!&lt;br /&gt;Freedom such a lucky chance to encounter&lt;br /&gt; Covered up in a velvet blanket in July&lt;br /&gt;As I climb up the neverending rickety stairwell&lt;br /&gt;Watch Dogs!&lt;br /&gt;Watch Towers!&lt;br /&gt;Alarms!&lt;br /&gt;Cool, wet spring  water is all i need&lt;br /&gt;                      to finish this shopping trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114434521535063500?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114434521535063500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114434521535063500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114434521535063500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114434521535063500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-smell-delicious-life-just-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114376501285473012</id><published>2006-03-30T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:30:12.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attention Deficit Dis-where the hell did I put my shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I died in the old bench beside the walk&lt;br /&gt;Line with people who never looked twice.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard and cold that night and it suited me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;My dismal surroundings warmed and charmed me.&lt;br /&gt;Comfortably numb, I placed my callused hands&lt;br /&gt;Into the plush jacket that had been torn over time.&lt;br /&gt;I had been torn over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left, I lost, How the shit did this happen,&lt;br /&gt;She's gone, Why?, NO not why,&lt;br /&gt;It's so cliche to say why; Should I pound the ground and curse&lt;br /&gt;it. I would kill to hear her call me names again, to tell me how&lt;br /&gt;childish and self-centered, and demanding I was, to cut me down&lt;br /&gt;to size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much hacking as she did, I was never as miniscule as I am&lt;br /&gt;right now. Bacteria, no, an atom, no electron, quark, GOT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Planck length. Thank you advanced Physics, for giving me such&lt;br /&gt;a perfect name to assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave a burger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114376501285473012?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114376501285473012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114376501285473012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114376501285473012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114376501285473012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/attention-deficit-dis-where-hell-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114315994919718262</id><published>2006-03-23T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:25:49.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet and sultry&lt;br /&gt;the taste lingers upon my lips&lt;br /&gt;Sour that tempts the tastebuds&lt;br /&gt;Natural and pure&lt;br /&gt;Softness and warmth of your pocket&lt;br /&gt;with just one rip&lt;br /&gt;they all spill out upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;colorful and sweet&lt;br /&gt;the perfect mixture of sweet and sour&lt;br /&gt;that joyfully rests upon my lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114315994919718262?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114315994919718262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114315994919718262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114315994919718262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114315994919718262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweet-and-sultry-taste-lingers-upon-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114257624009102840</id><published>2006-03-16T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:17:20.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finding your true love could quite possibly be easier than finding the damn remote control that you swore you set down on the side of your bed before you fell asleep. However, when you find that special guy or girl in your life it's like your life is like your driving in your car during a haze. You don't know where your going, but you certainly know where you've been because you've encountered that 7-11 store 1 too many times. Damn it you missed the turn, supposedly knowing how to get back to your home, your safety net. Before long your heart yearns for there touch, and silent serenity, and all you have left is your Friday nights filled with Lifetime without a remote, and  your t.v. dinners. Maybe next time you'd change the batteries before it went dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114257624009102840?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114257624009102840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114257624009102840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114257624009102840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114257624009102840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/finding-your-true-love-could-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114257576208803567</id><published>2006-03-16T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:09:22.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Danny Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if a fart were elected&lt;br /&gt;to presidency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;three words&lt;br /&gt;that are better than&lt;br /&gt;died, dead and die.&lt;br /&gt;lived, living&lt;br /&gt;and lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Wal-mart were inversely&lt;br /&gt;large would it be but a&lt;br /&gt;fly on the wall, then could we smack it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by it seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;you could have been a better friend to&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples aren't oranges&lt;br /&gt; Beneign is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Italy&lt;br /&gt;before Italy goes home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and ten both&lt;br /&gt;have three letters. Together&lt;br /&gt;they have six. Six is&lt;br /&gt;kinda in the middle of&lt;br /&gt;one and ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon Cheeseburgers are a culinary&lt;br /&gt;hilarity. Theres a dead pig on a dead&lt;br /&gt;cow topped in stuff the cow made.&lt;br /&gt;that's funny but God doesn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114257576208803567?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114257576208803567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114257576208803567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114257576208803567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114257576208803567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/danny-random-what-if-fart-were-elected.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114201954520602469</id><published>2006-03-10T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:39:05.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..."Supposedly love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Tears of anger, tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;       When will this madness stop?&lt;br /&gt;       Fighting and crying&lt;br /&gt;       Tears in  your eyes and a dagger in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114201954520602469?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114201954520602469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114201954520602469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114201954520602469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114201954520602469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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-21449351.post-114166888166064244</id><published>2006-03-06T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:14:41.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If anyone has any suggestions on this piece for me to improve it, it would be greatly appreciated and taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Love of a Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The smell of flesh freshly burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                                     Stiff and swollen with gauze wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                                       Don't look at his hands now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                               Curled within, like a fetus in the womb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                 What assumptions are necessary to explain this disaster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                            Needing someone to open the ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                                    Only two possible outcomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                                    Struggling to reach Euphoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                             Beeping and screaming engulf his ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114166888166064244?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114166888166064244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114166888166064244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114166888166064244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114166888166064244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-anyone-has-any-suggestions-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114107377145382028</id><published>2006-02-27T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:56:11.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rough Draft of a setting--maybe people can  help me jazz it up a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;two unlike  items:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   Beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   Football Stadium &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The tropical sunset, the smell of hot dogs and popcorn popping--yes! the biggest football game is today as the lines shuffle through the white crystal sand. Garbage cans and umbrella stands-what perfection! Though the tuba band man got stuck in the sand! With other members of the pep band...perhaps it could be the biggest day of all, as the kickoff proceeds into play the ball gets kicked so far it lands in the pale blue ocean to be taken away by a passerby....a dolphin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114107377145382028?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114107377145382028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114107377145382028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114107377145382028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114107377145382028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/rough-draft-of-setting-maybe-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114099563068542240</id><published>2006-02-26T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:13:50.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Aristocrats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Over break I stopped by Blockbuster with my boyfriend to check out the newest movies out on release, looking through the shelves I pondered upon the movie the Aristocrats, known for it to be rather good by my Professor and fellow students I decided to pick up and rent it. I quite honestly had no idea what this movie was or what and who the Aristocrats were before watching this documentary. To my astonishment it was a fabulous movie yet really grotesque though utterly hilarious at what each comedian came up with and what type of story they put with the man coming into producer's office and with that the imagination runs rampant throughout this film. I recommend this to anyone who has a sense of humor and can really cut loose and let there imagination run freely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114099563068542240?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114099563068542240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114099563068542240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114099563068542240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114099563068542240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/aristocrats-over-break-i-stopped-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-114023163637430104</id><published>2006-02-17T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:00:36.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Dreams are the only escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silently crying&lt;br /&gt;no one knows how much she's hurting&lt;br /&gt;painfully sweet&lt;br /&gt;blood bubbling with anger&lt;br /&gt;hurtfully sorry&lt;br /&gt;for she has seemed to hurt many&lt;br /&gt;silently crying&lt;br /&gt;slouched in a corner of her room&lt;br /&gt;bitter love&lt;br /&gt;mysterious eyes all around her&lt;br /&gt;     ....as she weeps in her sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-114023163637430104?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114023163637430104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=114023163637430104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114023163637430104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/114023163637430104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/dreams-are-only-escape-silently-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-113963013630058972</id><published>2006-02-10T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:55:36.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a great workshop today...I'm very happy to hear the different views on what people thought on my poem , just a side note: the pink text on my second poem Faith was just because of my faulty printer. It was a real fun day to learn and have other people be able to critique my work. Thanks a lot for helping me on the way to become a better creative writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Sarah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-113963013630058972?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113963013630058972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=113963013630058972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113963013630058972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113963013630058972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-great-workshop-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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-21449351.post-113936795302328482</id><published>2006-02-07T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:19:17.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carbon Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The diamonds begged and shone below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With unparalleled gleam and deceitful glow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are my friends, my only foe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each stone as wretched as the row&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The reason why they need my hand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Breathes behind me where I stand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And beneath the glass of blood and sand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is eternity entwined with a single band&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The years have passed, I’ve gone astray&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From carbon fears and a thoughtless way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A broken silence so to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’ve left behind that diamond day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-113936795302328482?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113936795302328482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=113936795302328482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113936795302328482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113936795302328482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/carbon-fears-diamonds-begged-and-shone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-113925700689375978</id><published>2006-02-06T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:16:46.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;They went mildly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; in alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It's Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bad Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Snosberries taste like Snosberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What about Strawberries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Are they Red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This is starting to hurt my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So I take some Advil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Rampant  Ravaging Rats rescue retards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;living in the sewer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The stench was so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It curled my toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Worse than watching a surgeon at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;the gore of brains hanging out of his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;He got his with the shovel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;the brains are gorey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Had it been Bush, there would be none there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Then what the eye sees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Which is a whole lot of fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;fun for her, or her, or her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am ready for all of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And then, they spontaneously combusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I didn't understand and I guess I never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-113925700689375978?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113925700689375978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=113925700689375978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113925700689375978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113925700689375978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-went-mildly-in-alert-its-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-113925663812911744</id><published>2006-02-06T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:10:38.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  Faith Screams down the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;                                    Robes draping over the masked lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;                                         Leaving a trail of blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-113925663812911744?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113925663812911744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=113925663812911744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113925663812911744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113925663812911744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/faith-faith-screams-down-streets-robes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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-21449351.post-113874029366958434</id><published>2006-01-31T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:44:53.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Everytime we touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I still feel your touch in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Forgive my weakness, but I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Without you it's hard to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And everytime we kiss I swear I (could)can fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I Need you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Can't you hear my heart beat so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I can't let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I want you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; They wipe away tears that I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; The good and the bad times, we've been through them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; You make me rise when I fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I need you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Can't you hear my heart beat so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I can't let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I want you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And everytime we kiss, I swear I can fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Can't you feel my heart beat fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I want this to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite songs and I thoughts  of this as a really good poem. It describes feelings in several different ways with all the senses. This song while reading can make me really see everything he is talking about with imagery. I could really visualize what this person was writing about, I liked it a lot when he talked about how the significant other could make him feel like he can fly though we know he can't really fly.&lt;br /&gt;&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/21449351-113874029366958434?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113874029366958434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=113874029366958434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113874029366958434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113874029366958434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/everytime-we-touch-i-still-hear-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21449351.post-113858525906546150</id><published>2006-01-29T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:40:59.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm Sarah, and i'm just testing this blog out to see if it's up and running. I hope all will enjoy your visit to my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21449351-113858525906546150?l=poulinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113858525906546150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21449351&amp;postID=113858525906546150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113858525906546150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21449351/posts/default/113858525906546150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poulinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-im-sarah-and-im-just-testing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358845081833938223</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
