<?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-451185012495412134</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:42:19.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Llama Po-A-Tree</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Llama Po-A-Tree Blog where I share all of my deepest poems and thoughts. Llama Po-A-Tree copyright 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1771548884199240868</id><published>2008-12-06T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:23:03.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;You can find all of my new pieces here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/lamaz1928/"&gt;http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/lamaz1928/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/451185012495412134-1771548884199240868?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1771548884199240868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1771548884199240868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1771548884199240868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1771548884199240868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/12/attention.html' title='ATTENTION'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2389369807626650342</id><published>2008-11-28T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:56:03.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Karma prickling up your back, consuming your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Devouring the very mental image, the modern day spread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Making you think about what you did. What you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sins upon thought and reaction, bring nothing but dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So fall upon truth and lies. Fall for thought instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For what is new and what is lost, has already been said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wars to be fought. Battles to lost. Blood to be shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let the rules of karma slither into an unseen thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So small. So invisible, that not a thought is said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Steal this dignity I've held. Tear it to shreds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The reoccurrence of karma, stands right up ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-2389369807626650342?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2389369807626650342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2389369807626650342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2389369807626650342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2389369807626650342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2868494203210474306</id><published>2008-11-25T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:13:43.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again And Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stroke my cheeks with your soft fingertips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Extend your arm to find a resting place around my hips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Look me in the eyes and tell me you love this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Then take one last look, close yours, and kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This heart free falling from the highest mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Only to be caught by your loving passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My stiffening fingers type on these cold keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Only to show you my true and honest feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Love, text me back. I sit in this leather chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Cold against my thighs, without your care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Your sweet warmth enlightening the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You close those mending eyes too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Love, call me tonight. I lie on this bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; These rhymes in my head, waiting to be read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; By those beautiful blessings you call eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I hold you tight, and keep them disguised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; until later tonight,when I release them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Love, kiss me now. I dream in your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Leave us be, at least for a wile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Brushing against your sweet skin, is my touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; An angel descending before me. You bring much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Lingering smoothly across your neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We lean towards knowing what to expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But love, lets take a different route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; A kiss upon your cheek. Your smooth chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; A glorious pleasure. I kiss again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Again and again, you stop me with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I love you, you begin. I see you grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Again and again, with no such end.&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/451185012495412134-2868494203210474306?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2868494203210474306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2868494203210474306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2868494203210474306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2868494203210474306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/stroke-my-cheeks-with-your-soft.html' title='Again And Again'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4956140264737454948</id><published>2008-11-24T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:50:06.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Says I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Walking past that bench we both know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Great times upon emotional ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; As our hands sway to and fro, speech comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A bench, she says knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She sits down as we both know what's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My arm daces over your soft shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Reaching for rapture, I stroke your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So much colder than we know, but we don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Love provides for the ones who need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cold creeping past our bench, it barely nips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clinging to my body, you seek warmth and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; We find it in each others eyes. You look above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your sweet head resting upon my sturdy chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Wind blowing roughly, the cold's best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your voice sings those sweet words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I listen carefully, finding the speech of her's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No other words to describe such a quick action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Such a sign of love, lasting no longer than a fraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A fraction well spent of my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But to leave the reality behind for you, it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look me in the eyes. Don't look away love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Eyes coming to dry feeling, you blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So adorable in the most amazing way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Makes me think, just what you would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So I simply ask you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your lips open and start with these few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  I respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look here. I've got your beautiful heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; In my hands, I hold it carefully, never to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Writing with the will of making you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; These words extend happily for many miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Never to end. Look for the thinking behind my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Read it all again, and single out the verbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My arm tightly around your waist, we sit anxious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your arms wrapping my own waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You start with haste, and we move cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your head and neck and lips erecting as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your beautiful eyes close, we aren't done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So close, I can feel your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You whisper in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   I respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-4956140264737454948?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4956140264737454948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4956140264737454948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4956140264737454948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4956140264737454948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-says-i-love-you.html' title='She Says I Love You'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-8001974355099265157</id><published>2008-11-24T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:57:59.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Try It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These repetitive words stop at raw emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; God, only you know what I truly mean, behind this curtain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't breathe without the warm perfume you exhale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Reminding me of your smooth hair, now seeming frail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This love, I'm afraid to say, is not yours Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The wondrous beauty I hold in the air, shifts like a chord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Strumming to the beat of my heart, sings her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Slow and enchanting, my tone shouts to rejoice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I love you, I scream wielding the power of many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your lips move closer, only to stop at pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Gazing into each, our eyes meet with a bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Creations of love and life, within this very room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But, I need more girl. I need more than simply this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your smile, your love, your fragile kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm in love with the physical, but need desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I need to love you for more than this fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; More than this rage building to see you, when I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I wait hesitantly. I can't. I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Tired of waiting, we make this relation end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Beauty reaches the end of insanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; driving towards the edge of madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My mind coming to the yield sign of reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; each of us stop with a feeling of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't tell me about it girl. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Been through this, even though, I was foolish enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to try it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-8001974355099265157?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/8001974355099265157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=8001974355099265157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8001974355099265157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8001974355099265157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-try-it-again.html' title='To Try It Again'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-8530683459536507344</id><published>2008-11-22T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:59:16.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Wasted Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Step outside. Feel the cold my love. My one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look towards the sky, above yet gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is the one thing we've waited so long for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time to know one another. Time to hold each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time to fall for each other. Time to feel one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dry as the air we inhale, is my lonesome heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Taking more in, only becoming further apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh my god, let me love her until my mind crashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pick up the stakes, drive them into me, creating gashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Frigidness overcoming my self control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sending shivers down my body, you save me from the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your arms around my waist. Your hands gripping my ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lay your head upon my skin, as my body shifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You try to rid the cold with the warmth you hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're shivering, she says. Lips unable to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right after this girl, I will accept the rage of depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No way of communication, I show desolation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My heart crumbles beneath the body of nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're not here keeping me up. Crumbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These few words rip my throat apart with aggression,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as I slowly fall into the heartfelt trap of depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Soon unable to speak from continuous weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These words haunt my mind, continuing to reap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My eyes grow fond of the printed paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A photograph containing beauty, I hold my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God, these hands contain rough callouses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Working the shift for you, I realize instances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Her love controlling my love of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Makes me ask myself, if my heart of you, is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But dear Lord, enter thy heart with your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Show me you're here. Your very existance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Crusted puss ripped from this scab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only to re-open this wound that drips of mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trickle. The infection passing as the blood flows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Over my skin, the acid begins to slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As my skin twists and tuns, so does the blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Crackling. Flaking off of my awful cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Another wasted love, unable to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The sadness is too much. Lonely again, cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Another wasted love, unable to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The line continues through past my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Another wasted love, unable to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Causing cold blue. Here, take my coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't go on. Stop writing she says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My love grows old. Today, no more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Another wasted love, unable to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-8530683459536507344?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/8530683459536507344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=8530683459536507344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8530683459536507344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8530683459536507344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-wasted-love.html' title='Another Wasted Love'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6189129926653626859</id><published>2008-11-20T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:38:29.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretful Touches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look me straight into these eyes and tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Inhaling your burden, you made it mine to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Reading the scripture of your mind, you beg and plead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't. Please don't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; See me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; See who I am and what I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Rip you from all your love and nothing new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No where to begin in our new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I look past it all, only seeing you girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Dissect the pain out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But not seeing a reason, from what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Damn the structure I've built. Burn this from inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The barbed blade rutting my wrist, soon turns to suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Take one look at my shaking body. Cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I want to see these tears falling from your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Holding you. I've written so much for the feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Now, the flames singe my skin. Layers peeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The sodium extracting from my sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Leaving me hotter an hotter, making myself regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; ever touching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-6189129926653626859?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6189129926653626859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6189129926653626859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6189129926653626859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6189129926653626859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/regretful-touches.html' title='Regretful Touches'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5713695363787569295</id><published>2008-11-19T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:08:54.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing Essence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I raise my arm, seeking the jacket that holds your sacred essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The fragrance slowly illuminating the light around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Bringing out the best scent, wile your light helps me see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Inhaling your addicting coke-like properties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Left behind to stop me in my tracks, so I can sense thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Far and near, I seek the odor of my thy I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My nose resting upon the sleeve containing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Making sure it's still there, and not degrading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Making sure your still with me, and not detaining,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; the love I speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5713695363787569295?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5713695363787569295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5713695363787569295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5713695363787569295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5713695363787569295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/flowing-essence.html' title='Flowing Essence'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-8753299392666446954</id><published>2008-11-18T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:55:30.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When my mind falls below the debt of sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you seem to catch me before the devil can begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My soul deserving of misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Already holding hardship, you kiss me softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Lips flowing with the lighting of angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Against mine, my love then unstable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Passing through the gates to heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; exactly what we wished for at eleven eleven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Holding the edge of my lips, soundless and calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your essence runs into mine, as if nothing wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Reach my imperfections and leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My prediction wrong, I realize surrounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Surrounding your revealing heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; only to be awaken as you aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Sleep. Let the passion impose past you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Love will last forever like it shouldn't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My nameless pains reach the feet of your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Sudden realization of me, but you've always known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't leave me. Sooth this pain only you can heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Only in my dreams. That is what I choose to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I only hope we stay, in this in this pain to soon reveal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-8753299392666446954?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/8753299392666446954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=8753299392666446954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8753299392666446954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8753299392666446954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-really.html' title='Am Really'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6949664804462729345</id><published>2008-11-14T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:32:32.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Index</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Grass slowing crunching beneath my jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No longer walking but simply doing what I came to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I look right up into the clouds, wile listening to the birds scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Finding the perfect mate, the birds fly as a new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A new couple. A new favorite bird. A new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;They fly into light blue oblivion to look for nothing but the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The sweet delicacy of their small pounding hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Get them through love and life, soon to depart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Looking past peripheral, I see the smile of a goddess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Smiling back I notice our Lord brought this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gave us this happiness and time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To think our relation over and enjoy each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Turning my head to see your sweet face clearer than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Drawing my arm to touch your glowing hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Looking right into the beauty that is your eyes, so high in demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Every want and need in the world disappearing into nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We relax our backs to find a slow stop at the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From a different perspective, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From our own hearts, we know every bit and sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Every piece of each other, we tell vividly to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We peer into each others mind, only to stop at assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The eager thought rebounds in our mind, our heart swells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We both dwell past this thought as our imagination runs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            I&lt;br /&gt;               love&lt;br /&gt;                      you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The words index into my soul to find feelings behind each file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Replacing the current file only to make sweeter sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Seeping into your smile, we pass accomplishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Each of us sitting up, we still exchange glances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You look deeper, beyond my pupils, to find chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chances to show further affection. Chances to show love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Both knowing the right direction, to assume of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Slowly but eagerly, we extend our necks to find soft lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Releasing every bit of normality to face the rawness of a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wanting more, and getting it. Nothing to fear. Nerves left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;With you, my thoughts clear to be replaced by theft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My heart stolen by, not the kiss, but what the kiss means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Look me in the eyes after, and tell me your mental screams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Your mental words and your real thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tell me of your thumping heart, and why its beating so proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Why does the sound keep repeating? Seeming so very loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The continuation of love and adulation steaming from your breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Slowly creeping up my lips as the whisper ends the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Touch my chest with your fingers and head so you can rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My arm holding your waist to keep you close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We sit for hours under our own control, both so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            I&lt;br /&gt;               love&lt;br /&gt;                      you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-6949664804462729345?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6949664804462729345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6949664804462729345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6949664804462729345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6949664804462729345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-index.html' title='Love Index'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7206226748660917701</id><published>2008-11-13T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:53:13.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See into my mind and look past my physical self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I hope you find what you're looking for on this shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Used. Read. Abused. A damaged biography with everything of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Through painful stories of lost love, I find a new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I see the final love story. I read it. The perfect match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Come into my life to make the high-fly catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Reaching for conclusion, I extend my arm for the feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My chest hitting the dirt covered ground as I steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Steal the objectives already reached to move further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My run comes to an out as I stop to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Everything I've ever wanted at the perfect time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Continue to love me and care for me as we leave love-struck behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Nerves coming to a wondrous clam, finally getting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You don't have to love and have physical attraction to fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Fit the empty spot in your hear with a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Replace it with affection and care, to see what this girl became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I look now to find the miracle that contains, my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-7206226748660917701?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7206226748660917701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7206226748660917701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7206226748660917701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7206226748660917701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-into-my-mind-and-look-past-my.html' title='Look'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5171694115492740080</id><published>2008-11-10T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:08:40.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I scream your name with a heart pounding screech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're so far away, but I know you can hear my speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My true feelings into words, to your heart and your lovely soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They reach out. Only receiving your spirit, I cry in this cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alone and so far away, you leave me. Not meaning to, but doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tonight will be a lonely one without the treble and bass of your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Filling every part of my body, terribly I seek your face. No choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Either way, you're there, not here, with me. Lord, soon, let this be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want the feel of her smooth skin rolling across my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want the eyes of an angel, staring right back at me. My heart lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Keep this flame of connection alive. I want to be with you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;See this flame rising only to die. Only to keep you with me someways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mentally, or for real. I will always need more of your sweet loving heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Loving you always, when you are here, and when we are so far apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5171694115492740080?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5171694115492740080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5171694115492740080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5171694115492740080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5171694115492740080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-far-apart.html' title='So Far Apart'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-3206043574583072299</id><published>2008-11-06T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:44:54.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Tell You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                  Falling into the pure perfume essence of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Letting it fill the head with thoughts from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Letting your Lord and Lover into your very mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nothing to regret, knowing what they seek and find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please baby dont go, I love you. You're mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Holding you tight. Body heat radiating from your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Beating loud and fast. Unconsciously, our eyes never part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Staring into each others as if we witnessed a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I move your bangs from your face. So beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want nothing but the love you release from within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feeling your body against mine, brushing your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our fingertips keep the grasp, as lips move in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gently erecting my neck to the perfect position,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I watch your eyes close and fall into perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everything stops. Nothing but air holding the silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Out of this world, we stop breathing, just for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lead me to your lips. I follow the warmth to our kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Slowly falling away, I fall into mental bliss. Over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Over with. Done with. I can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only the one holding true love knows how to control it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I pray to the Lord, once more. Once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Looking into your eyes, I feel the sense of repetition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You lean closer to me. I stay where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I slowly extend my arm to find your back. Temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Holding you gently, knowing you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can simply relax in my arms. Your sweet scent filling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The words I love you send a sudden alarm, distilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Breaking down the words into such a thing as action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I continue to hold you, as we then rest in satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me tell you, just how great it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-3206043574583072299?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/3206043574583072299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=3206043574583072299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/3206043574583072299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/3206043574583072299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-tell-you.html' title='Let Me Tell You'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-805469742826714929</id><published>2008-11-03T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:09:28.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love And Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                  Every time I seem to come back to this place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I feel this sadness in my soul, and show it on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The anger swelled up into the wound we call a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ask me about what just happened and how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Strip me of my pride and glory, and seal the deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The very existence of reoccurring karma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; gets into my head, as I soon realize I'm dead ahead of harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My neck feels weak holding this head I no longer find conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A lot to say. A lot to pray. Get on your knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Pray to the one and only Lord, the only one who sees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You bleed to death under pressure from this aching corpse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Soon realizing nothing of you is left. You fall without remorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Freely and empty you drop like a feather. Gliding without a real course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Who gave you the permission to touch me. Leave me be and wash your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hold the the most common disease of all. Found in every corner of land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Come and find me in my square foot of space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Everyone has the same case. No one heals at the same pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Above the sun and the clouds. I slide your bangs from your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You smile with the greatest of ease, seeming to despise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hating the time taken away to do a simple task such as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Clearing your beautiful eyes, you look into mine. Such a task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What they think. What they say. They don't know, what we say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; To each other and to ourselves. We think for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You can take everything I have, just give me your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Expressed through drama, you feed me attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Trying to rid you from my mind, I find and odd retraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Coming back to my friends after these hard times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What is a friend? You said never. Forever friends. Look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Throw this up into the air. Slowly falling up then down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; through this thick fog we see as pollution. Look around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Our own minds go crazy with solutions. Staying found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Find another. Find another problem. Seek it, avenge it. See the sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; See him run. See him leave my dear friend. Not coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let me help you. Lets see if can save you from his lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Lack of consideration. Lack of love. Loss of heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; He tried to take you whole, but you only gave him part. Thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This rhyme of sincerity climbs to the top of your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Leading you to think beyond yourself, and look who else has fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look at who else has been through the pain you've now forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Maybe you don't want help, but you're simply lost in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; your own heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-805469742826714929?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/805469742826714929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=805469742826714929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/805469742826714929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/805469742826714929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-and-feelings.html' title='Love And Feelings'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7420767170009330087</id><published>2008-11-02T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:19:17.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love you. Tired of the three words you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Diving into deeper oceans. To the Lord, I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Give me strength to take this relation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Give me strength to overcome repetitive depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Listen to me. You always do my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But just once. Once, be there to wipe my tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Be here for me. Come find me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm by myself with no one to hold me tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Wrongly enough, you sleep with haunting dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I never see you anymore, so it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Friends bond with friends. Relationships grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every moment without the one I love, I seek from God above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Give me these precious moments back so I can live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I have one chance at life, with everything to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll give you love, heart, and my very soul. All for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I wait for another moment, another moment without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So I seek the warmth you contain. Feel me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Rest your head upon my shoulder and watch me bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Bleed these emotions that keep me from sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A love transplant with those emotions I choose to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I faint from the nausea you always give to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Love deprived. Love depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Would love to see, just what you see in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-7420767170009330087?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7420767170009330087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7420767170009330087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7420767170009330087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7420767170009330087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/feel-me.html' title='Feel Me'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-8540928578948907116</id><published>2008-11-02T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:56:45.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stop talking. No one wants to hear you speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You hurt everyone and everything. Your so unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look at all you've done. You won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In fear of your own mistakes, you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All the beautiful girls you loved, trashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love lost and love broken. Heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I shake the tower on which you stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trying to get your attention man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Wake up and see the pain. Feel the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let it consume you and destroy you. New and old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Both times of personality. Both were wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; How can every song you like, be our song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-8540928578948907116?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/8540928578948907116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=8540928578948907116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8540928578948907116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8540928578948907116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-song.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5028012927955479433</id><published>2008-10-30T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:23:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You think you see the world and all its treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You assume the world has no pain, but simple pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I wait until the day you fall into the trap of depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Wake up, and feel the grasp of tight compression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Bottled feelings kept within the boundaries of comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Misunderstood assumptions stay with the mind. No effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No strength put forth to make yourself realize the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Instead, you keep telling this lie of empty proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Learn what it's like to have the devil under your chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Making sure the lies and sins you tell never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Soon the burning within the heart starts to infect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You cant take the pain. You fall to surgery and inject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Inject the toxins of the living. Soon to drive you insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Side affects, defects, intersect into your very brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Bring forth the forever wounded. What became, of the scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The longing memory you hold filled with breakdowns and shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; See this cut filled with puss and realize, what you truly became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cleanse the penetration of broken love and emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Feel the antidote flow and wash away these deep erosions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The stinging process frees you of ailment and worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No longer going back to one you love. Your new heart curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Rejecting the offer of short term affection, you find something above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Someone with the absolute cure to your sickness and the gift of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5028012927955479433?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5028012927955479433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5028012927955479433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5028012927955479433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5028012927955479433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/infection.html' title='Infection'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5894535890291242187</id><published>2008-10-26T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:17:35.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Right Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're crawling into my arms to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hold your soft head upon my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You look up into my eyes, the affection begins to seep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We think through everything, then forget the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your cheeks a soft tone of beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seeing this side of you, is so new to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please don't look away my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stare into this world of nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nothing but you and me, that is everything we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Living on love. Loving to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We need each other, and hold everything out to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll give it all to you my sweet dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't regret anything. Not a single tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Leave it behind in the world of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Come and rest in my heart. Be a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your precious, adorable heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hold in my grasp, only to become part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Feel my skin against yours. Unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I touch your gentle, calm face, being so careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Please don't look away my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5894535890291242187?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5894535890291242187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5894535890291242187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5894535890291242187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5894535890291242187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-right-here.html' title='Look Right Here'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5449591906334304740</id><published>2008-10-25T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:28:09.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm grown mad from my own loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Beaten to a disabled lover, I feel nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Tired of my self. Tired of her. What is with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Speak louder I can't hear. Your words no longer cleansing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; God. Help me. True insanity comes from the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Was this meant to be? My life left behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cleanse me of this hatred I hold for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Fill those crevices with new love. Open these shutters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let the light in. Let me see your grace oh Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My mind rips the layer of normality with a longsword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Breaking through towards my own mental illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; For thine is the power, help me refill this. Feel this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No longer breathing, I fall to the dirt unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No longer caring, I rise to the lord, with nothing to miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Save me. Love me. Show me you're able to do these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I've torn myself apart. What more can this world bring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; With a savaged heart, I turn to nothing but dead ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Falling for these pleasures, which I soon depend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I miss her. My arms bends to slowly extend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Nothing to hold, and no where to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Crying harder and harder, only to see my own my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I wish you could see me now. I'm insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5449591906334304740?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5449591906334304740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5449591906334304740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5449591906334304740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5449591906334304740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/insane.html' title='Insane'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-3286462093223470502</id><published>2008-10-24T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:56:37.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please dear Sir, get away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You don't seem to care, so let me be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He asked if something was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I realize it has been that way for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Walk forward pacing. Breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My heart full of confidence. Racing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Destroy all I have. Learn from all I have l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You're so disabled towards these feelings. It's so obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Tiredness running thin. I loosen my grip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My calluses ache. I drink the poison, but only a sip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Slowly seeping through the tissue of my stomach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I take the pain, knowing what will happen next. All of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The whole story, even the ending scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Where I loose all I have and my control over everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-3286462093223470502?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/3286462093223470502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=3286462093223470502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/3286462093223470502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/3286462093223470502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-dear-sir-get-away-from-me.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4269002237164911787</id><published>2008-10-21T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:04:33.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Of This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I grow so unbearably tired from this blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Take me into your dark room, and shout my shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Tell me what I am. Tell me what I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But don't you ever, talk about how I fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; How I lost everyone and everything on a gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You run your mouth with ease, stop your ramble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look at what you've done. Close your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; There are so many things you need to realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I throw my life away for the emotions you pretend to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Get up off your feet. Touch my temperature. Cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Wake up to your problems. Dream about your problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Nothing will change. I feel it coming down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Bag on me. Throw your shit strait at me. Have me resolve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop your performance of caring towards my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The very friends we once were, have fallen apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop looking for the pieces. Leave me be, with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Yours text means nothing on a screen. Feel me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop looking. I don't want you coming back anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop retreating to your fallback, and realize the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Its right under your feet. A hard and stable surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I did what I could. Your knees bend and fold. Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Kiss the floor with cold lips. Cement solid for bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hit the skies and fall tonight. Pray to your true lord, I'm not the knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-4269002237164911787?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4269002237164911787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4269002237164911787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4269002237164911787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4269002237164911787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired-of-this.html' title='Tired Of This'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6425334958620401963</id><published>2008-10-18T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:58:15.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Looking back, I see everything I should have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trying to forget, but knowing there was some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some connection. Some love. I'm through with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A huge deception? Surely not. We both knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The night I no longer try to see in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The night I no longer look forward to thinking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Simple imagery of your soft, warm lit face in front of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No longer so beautiful. But instead, a different route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your ice filled heart seeping out through your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I gaze into them, only to be tricked and hypnotized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your cold, chapped lips. Discrete from the warmth I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The ones I can't seem to remember avoiding. No visual cue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All lies. All of these recent thoughts. Mental lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lovingly, my mind lingers and hopes for the same tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I get back on my feet from these scratched hands a bloody knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Leaving nothing but a smile. The true feeling, once in a wile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Leaning closer. The warmth of your lips brush against mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stop. My selfishness taking over, leave it behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lord, help me past these wonderful needs and wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I no longer want what I had. I truly want it, but know I can't confront.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I cant face anymore of that depression I once held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Know that I wanted it so much, but can't take that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't take all of the many pleasures you give to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I have nothing left to give to you, still feelings guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't stop thinking of your gentle face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I close my eyes, as I think, and fall into a haze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-6425334958620401963?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6425334958620401963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6425334958620401963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6425334958620401963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6425334958620401963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/lips-touch.html' title='Lips Touch'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1680231837346664536</id><published>2008-10-15T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:03:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My body consumed by the love from your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your arms slowly wrap around me. Never apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You and I both wish the separation is never to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; When you add love, care, and truth, you get a definite sum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The wrinkles in your shirt stretch to a soft smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; We hold each other for the time being, trying not to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Communication from the vibrations of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Both up to a fast pace. Your eyes look into mine. A start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So incredibly beautiful. So beautiful. Let me hold you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your brows flex to an amazing, yet wondrous gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your back set on my palm. I can't look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The force of attraction between yours eye's and mine stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Drink up the joy my lungs now grasp for you to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I open my mouth releasing my words of affection in bold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Whispering them quietly into your ear, but a mental scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I will love you forever and always. Nothing but a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1680231837346664536?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1680231837346664536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1680231837346664536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1680231837346664536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1680231837346664536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-dream.html' title='Past Dream'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1312629906366780279</id><published>2008-10-14T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:33:39.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come back into my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Don't leave me in different parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You did before, and I fear what for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Why did you do this to me then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Did I deserve the torturous beatings you gave me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You wouldn't let me die, mentally or physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This time I see you with the welcoming of many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Of many unbroken hearts, and needing times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The times I need to recover from unspoken rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So lead me not into temptation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but deliver me from evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; For thine is the power of love and confrontation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Enter my heart and leave me full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be thy Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sacred love found, and needed love came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Now with consideration, love enters the mind.&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/451185012495412134-1312629906366780279?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1312629906366780279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1312629906366780279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1312629906366780279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1312629906366780279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/enter-my-mind.html' title='Enter My Mind'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6047468934705022027</id><published>2008-10-13T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:19:25.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopped Intoxicating</title><content type='html'>For at least a while, these toxins seem to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Only doing it to see a smile that is now seeming old.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me well. Keeping me normal.&lt;br /&gt;I stop. Physical hell. These friends seem formal.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to reality and see the light of normality.&lt;br /&gt;All the wrong memories of all the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;Seem to follow my trail. I wait to see who it brings.&lt;br /&gt;People I don't even know, forcing these chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;Now needing this help. Real drugs are for fools.&lt;br /&gt;Ask for help, spend the time. Get help, pay the money.&lt;br /&gt;My brain seeming fried, no longer seeming funny.&lt;br /&gt;No longer can I enjoy these substances.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they will affect the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters. Leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;No more love, seemingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-6047468934705022027?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6047468934705022027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6047468934705022027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6047468934705022027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6047468934705022027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/stopped-intoxicating.html' title='Stopped Intoxicating'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7545796259577056635</id><published>2008-10-08T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:42:51.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unthinkable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Throbbing through the never ending days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It stings the soul with a sharp blade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No questions. I can't tell myself to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't make myself care. Nothing new in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Breathing to stay. Staying live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Living to help. Helping to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Innocent enough, I fall into the pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My ears ache and pop from the height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Above the ground, I see above your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Above your thoughts. Above and behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Realize I'm more than one who judges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; An intruder. I know you. I don't hold grudges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I scream. My lungs flow with the power of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I just wish, there was someone above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; To see right through me. To see my knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; To show everyone I can surpass the mere existence of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Still confused by my logic, you read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Read this. Read it again. On and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Illiterately enough, you think you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But I'm the only one playing in this one man band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Get into my head. I explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You listen carefully harshly abused by my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The vocab from my heart spills into the deepest feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Help? Thank-you for trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But at the moment, I'm the one lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Never being able to express this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Never having the truth in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I see flaws. I see mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I dare not speak, for my words seem fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Untold to your mental self esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Emotions speaks for us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; They burn in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Devouring maximum flammability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Overcoming the tallest flame, they crackle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Listen to flames. Burn me to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hurting every unit of life I've built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let the flames die. Put them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; of their misery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-7545796259577056635?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7545796259577056635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7545796259577056635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7545796259577056635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7545796259577056635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/unthinkable.html' title='Unthinkable'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5684122598117596270</id><published>2008-10-05T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:33:30.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion Compressed In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confusing love. Lovingly confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The power of love, wrongfully abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Understand the basics of compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Then try to comprehend the bold caption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The text that needs to be understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; No one understands, no one could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The power of love compels the human soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Love is needed, pain is simply cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Unwanted. Unneeded. Exists to show you it's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The mixture of mind and personal affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The power of protection and mental deflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The feeling of great compassion soon brings emotional extraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The end relationship sealed with the essence of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Careful now. One chance to take it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Pay attention and be sure to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Spilling my heart. Every bit of love compressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Squeezed into the tiny form of communication we call words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All of my feelings soon expressed into verbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Let it flow from your heart and reflect in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You try to hide the words like some clever disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Reveal them to me love. Show me the real feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Always here, awaiting your talk of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Awaiting the talk of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The blind-spots you can't see. Here's a light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5684122598117596270?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5684122598117596270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5684122598117596270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5684122598117596270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5684122598117596270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/confusing-compressed-in-love.html' title='Confusion Compressed In Love'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7548785647584406411</id><published>2008-10-05T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:20:55.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dreaming quietly only to be disturbed by the scenes you send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hard lit image of your face, seen too much. Help me bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Help me get over the long grudge of lost love. Tell me you miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know what I am thinking of? Let me tell you, maybe then, you will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pain. Without your godforsaken warmth and love, I crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't hold on to myself. The thought of you makes me fumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dreamt of an empty room, you and me. I burst out my true feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. My emotions peeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I look at your face. Unable to describe it, like I've done so many times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You give me a similar look. The exact one you gave me on The Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The night we shed our feelings, our opinions, from each others sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The look you gave me, before you kissed me. Before you kissed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at me. I've gone insane from just the mere thought of your scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I reach out to hug you. I care about you. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not the same as I did, but friendly love. What friends go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kill me. Kill me now. Take my soul. I don't want to live this hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've crashed, broken down. I can't go on. I fell from your grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You let me go. I loosened my grip, for you. Forget my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forget what I became, after you destroyed the boy you once loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wrote this before the date posted.&lt;/span&gt;&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/451185012495412134-7548785647584406411?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7548785647584406411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7548785647584406411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7548785647584406411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7548785647584406411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-sorry.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4035425622243189831</id><published>2008-09-27T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:34:12.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Touch Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every time. Every time I hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; All the time I feel you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Inside me. Outside my very skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Once more, or never again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Leave me. Leave everything. Drop this whole emotional breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Lose me. Lose everything. I lost everything. Taken then taken down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A knife in my hand. I know I look innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The only person I've hurt is myself. No loner decent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; These tears bleed to death, falling down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I feel it. The blood stained skin you no longer see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You opened your eyes, only when you were apart of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This cabinet stores my thoughts, my memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The shit you left me remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My eyes soon dry to beat red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't see past your face, when all I am is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Can't see me. I see you. Alive and alone in a world of unconsciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Needs no longer holding me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The skin in my face now cracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Dryness filling not only my body, but the people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; They try to help. They want to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Leave me be. The idea fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-4035425622243189831?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4035425622243189831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4035425622243189831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4035425622243189831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4035425622243189831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-touch-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Touch Me'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5116277143411231723</id><published>2008-09-19T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:39:14.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sweet fragrance of your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My mind runs in circles again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I want to think of your sweet face. Your sweet smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I soon realize we are in the same place, where we first fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Where we first realized this feeling was here to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The feeling of being welcome, of being loved. Nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; After all this time, I have nothing to say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I've wondered so long, hoped so longingly, for just a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Only a few moments to truly know you, inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Listen to your voice. Touch your skin. Learn what your all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; With no time to waste, we go ahead and begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My arm tightly around your waist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My rough calluses brushing the surface of your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your soft cheeks resting on my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Quiet. Just the way we both want it. Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I try something new. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Words breaking out of my heart and running through my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; When I'm not with you, I have everything to miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5116277143411231723?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5116277143411231723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5116277143411231723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5116277143411231723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5116277143411231723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-scent.html' title='Your Scent'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-252263997465979491</id><published>2008-09-09T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:48:47.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hold me dear. Speak your mind.&lt;br /&gt; What are you thinking? Something to hide?&lt;br /&gt; Don't. Let your emotions out.&lt;br /&gt; These thoughts in my head, now aimlessly about.&lt;br /&gt; Brainstorming every key feature. Every detail.&lt;br /&gt; Can't wait to see her. My heart swells.&lt;br /&gt; Shrinks. Only able to hold the love you tell.&lt;br /&gt; The love you tell me you have for me.&lt;br /&gt; I wait every night, wait and see,&lt;br /&gt; what exactly you have been thinking.&lt;br /&gt; Rest your head upon me. Touch me.&lt;br /&gt; Let yourself be found.&lt;br /&gt; I want to hear you speak the sound.&lt;br /&gt; The sound I love to hear, your voice.&lt;br /&gt; The soft soothing tone.&lt;br /&gt; Flowing through my mind, I pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt; Knowing what to hear, and loving what I hear.&lt;br /&gt; Your voice. Tell me you need me.&lt;br /&gt; Tell me you love me. Tell me now.&lt;br /&gt; Tell me you miss me. You want me.&lt;br /&gt; I want you. I need you. Save me.&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/451185012495412134-252263997465979491?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/252263997465979491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=252263997465979491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/252263997465979491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/252263997465979491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-me-dear.html' title='Hold Me Dear'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1210245335148735239</id><published>2008-09-08T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:42:09.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can take everything I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ill give it all to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Everything I need is your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You leave me at a stopping point too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Go away down your lonesome road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hope you will learn to carry the same load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The same things I had to deal with. Put up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The same things you left me with. No such gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I shouldn't have accepted your present of guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm left with everything on my back, yet here I sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I made it through the hard times, and got passed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Nothing I write seems to rhyme, but you still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Still ring in my heart. What you left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You took part, in not seeing what kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What kind of guy I really am. You don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You walk by me everyday, with that same unconscious stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Afraid to look at what I've become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Or are you afraid to simply come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Come to smile again to the guy you once knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Start something. Become friends. Something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Standing in the streets, I scream my heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Listen to my cry, it's all you. Don't pout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't cry yourself for sympathy you don't deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Listen to me, then tell me your story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You start to speak. Run for home, I'm not sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't take the shit you gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Fix you. Fix me. Fix them. Fix the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1210245335148735239?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1210245335148735239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1210245335148735239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1210245335148735239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1210245335148735239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/09/screaming-streets.html' title='Screaming Streets'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7581439180757622375</id><published>2008-09-02T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:52:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One hope. One final dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So far away, so you would seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't feel the soft vibrancy of your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ive lost my place, tell me where to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Here? Where love, show me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't take it, continuous bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cut me open. See my pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Come back into my heart, where you no longer remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; See my lungs full of unwanted air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You make me want to die, but I can't share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Can't share my love for you and love him as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't go again. No longer this hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Pain with or without you. I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I want to know love again. Everything to prove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I have to prove it. Talk to you. Know you once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hear your voice. I drop my pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop writing. Begin loving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop the pain. It's still coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop the flow. Pressure the wound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Internal bleeding. I need more room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Room to love, room to show you I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Room for you and I. The essence of your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every little aspect my heart longs for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every perfect detail, I remember and adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Once more. Another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Do you still see me in this motionless trance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not here. Avoid my own hell and live your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I fell for you and the knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Save me. Pick me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Become part of me. Interrupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Intrude on my life, make it yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Make our lives one, forever more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-7581439180757622375?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7581439180757622375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7581439180757622375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7581439180757622375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7581439180757622375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever-more.html' title='Forever More'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1129651494088758474</id><published>2008-08-29T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:43:26.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bright like the sun, the stars shine down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not knowing where to begin, we find common ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So many things. So many difficulties in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The throw them aside, and look at the heart. That's all you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The true depth of my soul has been revealed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to the person that I find unreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My heart cries for you. My love shouts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Pain. Pain. Again, the same repetitive morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I prick myself after each and every thorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Each and every other heartbreak, I fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I lose my strength, myself. I call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A new. Always a new. Needing more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But I can't take the landing, because I was shoved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Shoved to the harsh ground. Unable to act,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; before I have the chance to react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Forced love. So beautiful, but later, so painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Oh my god, I cry  every night. Kill me now, save me the fright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I want to love you lord. I want to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But these distractions are keeping me from the blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The wide open space you give me to see the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm blind and can't see. Save me. Kill me, tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I want to know love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Friends, family, all loved. All so very dear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But it seems impossible to shed even some of my love, to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Take me from her. Let me know your passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm falling, save me. True compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1129651494088758474?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1129651494088758474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1129651494088758474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1129651494088758474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1129651494088758474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-compassion.html' title='True Compassion'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-8084525400469379425</id><published>2008-08-26T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:25:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Callout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stop looking at me. Don't Show your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Just let me be, I keep my own pace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Go and on with your perfect damn life. Try to hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Try to destroy every molecule my body contains. You use a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The painful slow way. The way that makes someone go through insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You put me through hell, try profanity. Insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The words that made me hit the rock of depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Sinking lower, and lower, with every expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every little thing you do. Every little smirk you hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The color of your eyes. Once a warm brown, now a rush of cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Understand the pain of truthfulness, of unforgiving torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Realize what you did to me, and how much I suffered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Lose everything. Try it. Put yourself in my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But you can't walk in this race. You lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; All the effort in the world, but nothing to show for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The confusing metaphor of teen affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; An illusion. You see it, you believe it. No connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not for me. Everything about you. Every word you spoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; kept in tune, until the next mental smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The next time I pull a joint out of my pocket a try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The addiction of love. Relaxing, yet troublesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Throw it to the ground, I won't take some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No more. The last call. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Feel it. Read it. See it. Believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No connection.&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/451185012495412134-8084525400469379425?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/8084525400469379425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=8084525400469379425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8084525400469379425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8084525400469379425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/08/callout.html' title='The Callout'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-507864357231193343</id><published>2008-08-09T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:11:32.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Love Be Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The time means nothing to you. How long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Believe me when I say, let your love belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Belong to me. Belong to others, hold strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hold on. Hold on to me. Don't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Open my eyes, makes me see. Your the guide to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Show me the love within the physical image you hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Show me the hidden pages in your book. Let them unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let them reveal themselves as you decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Decide to reveal them to me, when the time is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So many mysteries your wondrous heart keeps hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hidden with the secret encryption of your love and soul. Written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Write it to me. Show me these secrets you have to let out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Share them with me, tell me your life, and what its all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Shout and I will listen. Whisper and I will listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Talk to me, and I will talk back. Your heart again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I listen to your heart beat. It says we can begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Start going across the bridge that never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Forever, I will love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-507864357231193343?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/507864357231193343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=507864357231193343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/507864357231193343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/507864357231193343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-your-love-be-strong.html' title='Let Your Love Be Strong'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-338878652105350114</id><published>2008-08-01T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:56:58.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Through open eyes, I see nothing but this empty person.&lt;br /&gt; How can you see even a little more.&lt;br /&gt; I feel like the very first one. I hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt; Unable to keep my self up. Unable to stay together.&lt;br /&gt; Words pass through my head like wind through a feather.&lt;br /&gt; Invisible flowing past the unconscious forever.&lt;br /&gt; Incurable. Chronic. Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt; Few things stand the chance of helping.&lt;br /&gt; Everything I once loved. Gone, killed by the sickness. Melting.&lt;br /&gt; Still dissolving within the living fire I live.&lt;br /&gt; Wanting to help others, but unable to give.&lt;br /&gt; Nothing left in me with the willingness to.&lt;br /&gt; Vision of this. So very soon. Too soon. Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-338878652105350114?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/338878652105350114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=338878652105350114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/338878652105350114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/338878652105350114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-soon.html' title='Too Soon'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7158110863802578663</id><published>2008-07-10T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:06:16.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing Our Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They don't know assuming friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We both know, that we both hope, this never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I love you. So very much my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All the time, every time, wishing you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; With me. With each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Know that we each love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Wanting to hold you. Touch your soft skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Inviting you to come, just wanting to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; One more time. Tell me again and again, that you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I know you do. You have told me so many times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I love you too, but need to hear it once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The fabric of your T-shirt feels warm.warm against my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This feeling between you and, is one of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Your head gently falls upon my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Not wanting time to stop, or us to get any older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Everything quiet. The secret silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We both know. We both stay silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Every hour that goes by, I want to hold you a bit tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Every feeling you give me, makes my life a little brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-7158110863802578663?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7158110863802578663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7158110863802578663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7158110863802578663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7158110863802578663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-dont-know-assuming-friends.html' title='Knowing Our Love'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7493119975475149493</id><published>2008-07-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:45:15.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Hidden Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Vibrancy of your eyes. Texture of your skin.&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been in disguise? Hidden.&lt;br /&gt;I never realized just how much beauty you hold.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just how much your warmth could save me from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Your love. Your willingness to help others.&lt;br /&gt;Your willingness to help me. No other.&lt;br /&gt;No other makes me smile like you do me.&lt;br /&gt;Just the beauty of your smile is all I need to see.&lt;br /&gt;The cure to depression. The cure to loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;So complex. You love me back. I feel selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I have something so amazing. Your love.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of loving you. Exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your skin. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;My heart no longer empty, but full.&lt;br /&gt;Your head against my chest. I feel your heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;The rush of warmth we both seem to meet.&lt;br /&gt; You give me light, just enough to see.&lt;br /&gt; I gaze upon your gorgeous eyes. How they set me free.&lt;br /&gt; Comfort and love, so much. So little time.&lt;br /&gt; All summed up into this simple rhyme.&lt;br /&gt; Hopefully, you can see just how much,&lt;br /&gt; my love, you really mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-7493119975475149493?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7493119975475149493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7493119975475149493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7493119975475149493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7493119975475149493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-hidden-wonder.html' title='Your Hidden Wonder'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-773707669147994682</id><published>2008-07-01T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:20:44.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream Louder Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sound of yelling for your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Knowing I don't have to, but enjoy being part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Enjoy giving back what you've given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love, joy, you've made me so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sound of your heart beating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;leaves this rhythm in my ears, ringing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Close to me. Just knowing your here is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But you give me love, and so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How can I live up to what you have become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So brilliant, wonderful, happy. Only some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only some of the characteristics I can hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can love you back, save you from the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Help you when you need it, and save you from the bold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Give you my hand, show me the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't do this alone, I need you everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everyday I mourn for the sound of your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sound of your footsteps coming by choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coming for the love that I so pitifully wield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You strike me with love. I drop the sword and shield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Knowing we can love with staying protected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Knowing you will love me from your heart, without being rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I scream louder now for the beauty of your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Knowing I have to, because I love being part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Without you, I'm nothing. I wish we us never apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-773707669147994682?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/773707669147994682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=773707669147994682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/773707669147994682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/773707669147994682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/07/scream-louder-now.html' title='Scream Louder Now'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4236215775972744091</id><published>2008-06-28T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:16:12.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You said hold on, don't let this go to your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I look back, at all the things you haven't read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All the hours I put into feeling and thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All the times we had together, wasted. So few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Together, but with out you. Flying colors, your different hue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can't help me. You can't stop the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wish you could see, the sad boy I became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stare into my eyes, and tell me you don't see anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look at me. Look at the pity before scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The final act in the performance. The ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Get a good look girl, you were pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You were acting to be someone you weren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To steal my act, my performance. I learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My life, my joy, my love, burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gone, you destroyed the records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Did go back and take a look at the result afterwards? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No. This road has to many curves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I don't know where it goes. Show me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You didn't show me the map. I couldn't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I have to make a U-turn on this 2 lane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Take back all the steps I took and became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The hard part is getting started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Help me turn the wheel, so we can be for ever apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-4236215775972744091?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4236215775972744091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4236215775972744091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4236215775972744091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4236215775972744091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/hold-on.html' title='Hold On'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4596552258501630447</id><published>2008-06-25T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:13:22.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love's Remote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Play. The sound of drum rolls playing in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stop. The start of leaving friendship behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Rewind. The experience so hard to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My arm extends to find it's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Knowing exactly where to go, and keeping pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The warmth already feeling within my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My fingers gently touch your surface. We begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The entertainment playing, we have no interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I try to hold it back but I can't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My arm gently holding your soft arm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; bringing you closer to me, protecting you from harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The fabric in your shirt I brush against my fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you fail you notice, wile your mind lingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I look at the screen of the seemingly blank TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I look at you, your beauty, it makes me so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't stop staring at your gentle face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I close my eyes, as I think, and fall into a haze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Thinking of you. Only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The girl I love. The girl who loves me back. Only few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Only few are like you. So many trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I compliment you, but your humble, and keep denying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Open. Your head now resting upon my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So calm. So beautiful. I watch as you rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hours. I could sit with you for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Would you sit with me love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The moments we both lived together, ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-4596552258501630447?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4596552258501630447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4596552258501630447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4596552258501630447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4596552258501630447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-loves-remote.html' title='Our Love&apos;s Remote'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2776776929282764264</id><published>2008-06-25T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:35:19.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Moment Spent Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm always thinking of you. Always loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I want to hold you, Forever and ever. Why so few?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Why so few times we get the chance to share our feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So young they say. Not ready for love. Uncontrollable feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't hold them back. You seem to be having them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Why do they hold us back? We have yet to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Soon, very soon my love, we will together at least for a wile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Until then, your all I think of. Your beautiful smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So delicate, with so little might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you put in to making my entire night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Just us two. Me holding you. Lovely memories of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Shared with each other, and later we discuss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; what we did, just to make each other smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; We have yet to begin my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every moment I spend with you, is a moment spent well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No regrets. We waited until we fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Until we fell for each other within the pit of love and desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The warm signals you send remind me of your fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The things that dwell within you until we meet once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I find them hidden in the deepest part, the core. Your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every moment is a moment spent well, with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-2776776929282764264?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2776776929282764264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2776776929282764264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2776776929282764264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2776776929282764264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-moment-spent-well.html' title='Every Moment Spent Well'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2867207553313137595</id><published>2008-06-23T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:09:38.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I look across, I see your beautiful self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to just go ahead, have you to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I reach to put my arm around you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you move your head, as I sign that I can pass through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Through the barrier of friends, and onto lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Leaving it behind, and wanting no other, but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My fingers gently touching the surface of your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thinking about what we used to be back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we were friends, nothing but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I love you, and you love me. A cleared rut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Moved away all of the mixed emotions, and added the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The feeling of love, the knowing of feeling part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Part of you, part of your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your mine, no one else's, my one true girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The cotton of your shirt, smooth against my arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Protecting you from danger, any kind of harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Holding you. The feeling of completeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Everything that makes me happy, except the kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You turn your head, I look into your precious eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I wait for the ok, and watch you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Simple, pure, lovely. The words I choose to describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The wonderful vibe, I get from being at your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Us two. Alone. The world is ours. The time is ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Fully, meaningfully, I feel your heartbeat, as we sit for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-2867207553313137595?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2867207553313137595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2867207553313137595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2867207553313137595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2867207553313137595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/around-you.html' title='Around You'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1717938328234629261</id><published>2008-06-21T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:10:03.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Warmth from the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Light from the fire.&lt;br /&gt;I have to come to my final defeat,&lt;br /&gt;the defeat of my desire.&lt;br /&gt;How much I long for the things that will never come.&lt;br /&gt;How they sit inside my thoughts, and I come undone.&lt;br /&gt;I loose my mind. My every will to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Live on. Continue as a pawn.&lt;br /&gt;No sense of importance. No recognition.&lt;br /&gt;A mental fence. Give me the definition.&lt;br /&gt;Something holding me back. Something keeping me out.&lt;br /&gt;It's something I lack. Let out everything. Shout.&lt;br /&gt;The decibel causing weakness of the mind.&lt;br /&gt; But letting out what it was holding behind, this closed gate.&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/451185012495412134-1717938328234629261?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1717938328234629261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1717938328234629261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1717938328234629261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1717938328234629261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/fire-of-desire.html' title='Fire Of Desire'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2537105905344486094</id><published>2008-06-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:11:09.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Drug Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Intoxicated with the essence of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It makes me think things never thought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Filling my lungs and leaving a mark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;beginning the process, but no where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No more room in your mind for others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you think of yourself, just another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The joint of lust and temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Filling my mouth with condensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Touch of skin, cotton of your shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My arm around your shoulder. I feel like dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Once this over, will you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Or will you go with another, and treat him unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Smoke another, throw away the ashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Unstoppable love, avoid the crashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The ultimate drug. Love. Why can't it last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-2537105905344486094?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2537105905344486094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2537105905344486094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2537105905344486094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2537105905344486094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/ultimate-drug-love.html' title='The Ultimate Drug Love'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1098880299689873396</id><published>2008-06-12T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:52:52.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This terrible battle is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our bloodshed brothers have help us won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fought for me. Helped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Aided my wounds, helped me see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The sword kissing my skin, but breaking heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The shield protecting me, but its falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Weakened by every touch of her sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Temptation, falling after ever point scored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every man down, every heart broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every dream shattered, that you helped provoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Blood waiting to be shed by your lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I see nothing but loneliness in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Now dimmed from the brightness you used to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Turned against from this love-like rehab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Why didn't you choose my side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; There is no where to hide, from the pain you set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This soul is now alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1098880299689873396?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1098880299689873396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1098880299689873396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1098880299689873396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1098880299689873396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/battle-of-love.html' title='Battle Of Love'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-64884223582397047</id><published>2008-06-07T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:04:43.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You've got your gun to my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Unable to act. Remember what you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Things change. I changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Evidently. I was blamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Screwed up. Messed up. The state you left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Move along nothing to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pass me by. You see. You ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know I was left on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Unnoticed. Uncared for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Dust, crumbs, dirt. My friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; That's what you see in them. This ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This addiction for your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What I am now. Nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My love is dead. You have it, but its useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Be careful, you can be careless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Then again, you can't use it, its worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Stare at it. Touch it. Try to understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You can't, we weren't the right fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-64884223582397047?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/64884223582397047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=64884223582397047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/64884223582397047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/64884223582397047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-146857052426317352</id><published>2008-06-04T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:03:34.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unholy</title><content type='html'>We stand on this ball of ground,thinking, where is he to be found?&lt;br /&gt;When I do see him, what will I do?&lt;br /&gt;Will I speak? Will my words be few?&lt;br /&gt;I am unholy compared to the only god.&lt;br /&gt;Will he let me enter? Will he see me as a fraud?&lt;br /&gt;He is my god. The only.&lt;br /&gt;How holy? How holy am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-146857052426317352?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/146857052426317352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=146857052426317352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/146857052426317352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/146857052426317352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/unholy.html' title='Unholy'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6343341756371094722</id><published>2008-06-04T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:01:15.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is On My Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where are my friends? Where is my family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm lost is this world of sin, it's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Alone, so alone. So Misunderstood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I want to be known, if only I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not fame, not riches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; just my name, just these wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Listen to me. Hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You hear nothing, you won't let yourself see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Is anyone on my side? Does anyone care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I have no one to rely, this doesn't seem fair.&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/451185012495412134-6343341756371094722?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6343341756371094722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6343341756371094722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6343341756371094722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6343341756371094722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-is-on-my-side.html' title='Who Is On My Side'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7633746716253010035</id><published>2008-05-24T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:34:36.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel so beat down. Crashes, mayday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What was going through my head when I saw you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ask me. Do you even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Probably not, so theres no reason to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll tell you though. I'll explain it as best I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anger, hate, sadness, jealously, loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What could make me feel that way? Only this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The sight of your perfect life, your perfect kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What happened to it, the girl I used to miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not allowed to miss you anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; we're broken up, no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But inside, I still do. I still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Almost everything about you. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Do you miss me? Is this still new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Have you gotten past our breakup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Changing in relationships. Shakeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; When anyone mentions your name, they shutup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; They know the pain I feel. Why can't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Laugh in the face of my name. That's your cue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Make a joke out of everything, you always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I saw you today. Mayday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-7633746716253010035?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7633746716253010035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7633746716253010035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7633746716253010035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7633746716253010035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/05/mayday.html' title='Mayday'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4891807617848407919</id><published>2008-05-21T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:42:45.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless Sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remember what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What you did, who you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This blood pulsing through my head, I loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The sound of your heart racing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The pain it is now creating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why? Why did you do this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can you not see, you were the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The key to my soul, my very heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You turned the diamond back to coal, every single part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Leave me incomplete. Leave me these non existing sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The ones I cry for every night, they rebound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Inside my head, outside my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Wheres the key? Getting further apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I saw you today. You were happy, but inside alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Do you miss our conversations on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I do. Now the words you speak, have become few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I looked back at what I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I miss what was going through this head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Do you remember all the shit I put with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No you don't. You took it as a myth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A story. A joke. A rumor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm stuck with a mental tumor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cut me open, inject the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Take a look, at what I became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Will I make it? Will I forget this all happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Now you tell me only a fraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A fraction of the lie. No I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I lay on my side, in agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The feeling won't stop nagging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Forever in my head. Laying by my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I sit in my bed, feeling so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Heartless sounds.&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/451185012495412134-4891807617848407919?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4891807617848407919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4891807617848407919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4891807617848407919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4891807617848407919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/05/heartless-sounds.html' title='Heartless Sounds'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4673741830097885389</id><published>2008-05-20T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:31:09.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mental High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;The feeling repulsive, but at the same time, calming.&lt;br /&gt;The mental pain, needing aid, calling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to help, I don't want this feeling to stop.&lt;br /&gt;My knees buckling. About to drop.&lt;br /&gt;I stand knowing I have the strength.&lt;br /&gt;But fall, knowing the pain inside will someday sink.&lt;br /&gt;It will detonate my mind destroying any thoughts of this.&lt;br /&gt; Doing nothing, but creating one big dent.&lt;br /&gt; Fixable, not fixable, but still needing that extra cent,&lt;br /&gt; extra push, to get it started so it can be at normal level.&lt;br /&gt; In a dazed state. Eyes half open.&lt;br /&gt; Unable to move, but hoping, that someone will help.&lt;br /&gt; Get you moving, get you up to pace.&lt;br /&gt; Just enough to be able to compete in the race.&lt;br /&gt; So hard to define, but easy to defy.&lt;br /&gt; A mental high.&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/451185012495412134-4673741830097885389?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4673741830097885389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4673741830097885389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4673741830097885389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4673741830097885389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/05/mental-high.html' title='A Mental High'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4987491717013444201</id><published>2008-05-16T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:47:10.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink  Up Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I saw you today.&lt;br /&gt; The look you had was filled with dismay.&lt;br /&gt; Why? Why are you sad?&lt;br /&gt; Don't tell me you miss me. Don't say what you wish you had.&lt;br /&gt; My words, my love, my warmth.&lt;br /&gt; Look at yourself. Depressed?&lt;br /&gt; Look at me, and take a guess.&lt;br /&gt; Drink from the fountain of compression.&lt;br /&gt; Combined feelings to fit this space for depression.&lt;br /&gt; Drink up beautiful. Your cup is filled with anguish.&lt;br /&gt; You added the substance, Relinquish.&lt;br /&gt; Give up? You already did.&lt;br /&gt; You left me in the rain. Lord Forgive.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe it's not you. Maybe it's me.&lt;br /&gt; What have I wrong, can you even see?&lt;br /&gt; Misery? Do you feel it? I live it.&lt;br /&gt; You use it against others.&lt;br /&gt; Your ammunition full with my heart.&lt;br /&gt; Your the firearm. Which part? The trigger.&lt;br /&gt; You call the shots. You place the wound.&lt;br /&gt; This battlefield is running out of room.&lt;br /&gt; No more room for lust.&lt;br /&gt; I see your face, I'm filled with disgust.&lt;br /&gt; Drink up beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-4987491717013444201?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4987491717013444201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4987491717013444201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4987491717013444201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4987491717013444201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/05/drink-up-beautiful.html' title='Drink  Up Beautiful'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-7390691771392505829</id><published>2008-05-15T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:33:58.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;            Everything I once held dear is lost.&lt;br /&gt;The value to have it back has no cost.&lt;br /&gt;What happened? All my love, used.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have nothing but these memories of being abused.&lt;br /&gt;Abused by her words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;She left me in with these unsolvable fractions.&lt;br /&gt;Unevenly split up. She has everything she did but&lt;br /&gt;lost nothing but this kid.&lt;br /&gt;This something of a person she can control.&lt;br /&gt;The power of love, behold.&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down, tell me your hate.&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eye's, tell me my fate.&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to this scarred body?&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the gun, shot me.&lt;br /&gt;Was that supposed to happen?&lt;br /&gt;You tell me captain.&lt;br /&gt;The mellow light you shone down upon my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's warmth touching my skin, but I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;I need your warmth. The heat.&lt;br /&gt;It unbearable, and it runs through my head and my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine it now.&lt;br /&gt;The last time you came over,&lt;br /&gt;you promised a kiss. A simple touch.&lt;br /&gt;You had an excuse, it didn't take much.&lt;br /&gt;Cried. All night. Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell you. It might have hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-7390691771392505829?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/7390691771392505829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=7390691771392505829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7390691771392505829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/7390691771392505829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/05/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1792477030774033290</id><published>2008-05-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:02:10.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Look At Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I can't look at your face.&lt;br /&gt;This empty heart in this case.&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;You get over it, soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate. Enjoy your happy life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about me again, empty sight.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to see,&lt;br /&gt; what you missed in me.&lt;br /&gt; I'll stop trying to be, what you wanted me to be.&lt;br /&gt; Your's. I can't look at you.&lt;br /&gt; I can't be your friend.&lt;br /&gt; This is the end.&lt;br /&gt; Don't talk to me. Don't touch me.&lt;br /&gt; Don't call me. Don't care for me.&lt;br /&gt; I don't need your sympathy.&lt;br /&gt; I sense your near.&lt;br /&gt; I feel your warmth.&lt;br /&gt; I release a tear.&lt;br /&gt; But you won't.&lt;br /&gt; Before, you said love.&lt;br /&gt; Love. Define it.&lt;br /&gt; It's a word that never seems to fit.&lt;br /&gt; For you. For me. For us.&lt;br /&gt; What I was feeling is lust.&lt;br /&gt; I didn't love you. Young.&lt;br /&gt; That's what we are.&lt;br /&gt; My age left me hung,&lt;br /&gt; by the noose from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1792477030774033290?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1792477030774033290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1792477030774033290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1792477030774033290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1792477030774033290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-look-at-your-face.html' title='Can&apos;t Look At Your Face'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4132270602730582871</id><published>2008-05-05T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:02:28.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Took The Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;maybe I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This isn't easy for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;since I took the shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The bullet of pain and misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The gun of hardship and backfire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; For The wound that's killing me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I have no desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Where is your necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It holds my love, now its worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Keep it girl, let it teach you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The pain that can live in a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No big deal to you, just something to set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Something to stare at wile you sit beside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Beside my spirit of love. You have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You have mine. It fits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The spirit and the necklace. Ignore them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Feel them. See them. Wear them. Keep them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Keep them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Maybe your sorry. I doubt this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But I was for sure when I got that kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that you loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My heart now small, struggling to beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Its burning up, from this emotional heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It sings to me. It tells me about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I see, but there is nothing I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Go on. Go on. Go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Love those guys you so highly exalt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; They will soon look back a realize, its all your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Maybe your sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Maybe your not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This is easy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Since they take the shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I took the shot.&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/451185012495412134-4132270602730582871?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4132270602730582871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4132270602730582871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4132270602730582871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4132270602730582871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-took-shot.html' title='I Took The Shot'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-991625096556861967</id><published>2008-05-01T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:33:03.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water and Rye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's sad that you can't see.&lt;br /&gt; It hurts knowing we can't be,&lt;br /&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt; Never  ending, ever loving, so I thought.&lt;br /&gt; Did you even love me? I guess not.&lt;br /&gt; I needed you, I needed the touch of your skin.&lt;br /&gt; Without them, this relationship has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt; I feel the breeze hitting my face.&lt;br /&gt; Hits me, because I can't stay the same pace.&lt;br /&gt; Can't keep up, its to fast,&lt;br /&gt; like the net you forgot to cast.&lt;br /&gt; Didn't tell me ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt; Tonight, all I have is water and rye.&lt;br /&gt; All she has is water and rye.&lt;br /&gt; When I see her, or even think about her, I cry.&lt;br /&gt; Not physically, but from the pain inside.&lt;br /&gt; Lier. Heart breaker. Forgetful. Unseeing.&lt;br /&gt; The pain is everything but a human feeling.&lt;br /&gt; Monster. You took down the weak,&lt;br /&gt; now I have nothing to seek.&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/451185012495412134-991625096556861967?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/991625096556861967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=991625096556861967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/991625096556861967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/991625096556861967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/05/water-and-rye.html' title='Water and Rye'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-483427262267536337</id><published>2008-04-30T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:56:28.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Closer to alone,&lt;br /&gt;but not far from home.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting less, getting more,&lt;br /&gt;receiving what I've had before.&lt;br /&gt; The same thing, a different meaning,&lt;br /&gt; your looking, but I'm the only one seeing,&lt;br /&gt; what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt; What I have is all now gone.&lt;br /&gt; Moved on. Gone. away,&lt;br /&gt; wasn't long, before she had to say,&lt;br /&gt; things changed, you changed.&lt;br /&gt; What's wrong girl?&lt;br /&gt; It's over, is this for real?&lt;br /&gt; Lost meaning in my heart,&lt;br /&gt; Your name I try to start.&lt;br /&gt; Can't finish. These tears drown me.&lt;br /&gt; My heart now dead, you still won't see.&lt;br /&gt; I'm sorry. I'm not sure why, but I see pain.&lt;br /&gt; Your pain isn't much, but drives me insane.&lt;br /&gt; I want to help, want to help you.&lt;br /&gt; Your capacity in my heart has grown few.&lt;br /&gt; I did love you. Did.&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/451185012495412134-483427262267536337?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/483427262267536337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=483427262267536337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/483427262267536337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/483427262267536337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-love-you.html' title='Did Love You'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2226971216978424540</id><published>2008-04-26T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:01:58.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought it was more than teen affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She made it more than mental desolation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our love was not simple, so I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then I realized, she has everything I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She has a personality, a reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a heart with filtration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Simple needs in a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love, personality. She had a portion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Little love, too much personality. My abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Someone take me in, love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I need to begin, I need to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She wasn't my only choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I gave her my love, no rejoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All of it. Gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She was someone I could count on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Behind me it's not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it is something that still needs to be forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forgive her? How could I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How can I forgive suffering and lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I gave you your space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but all you gave me was disgrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Turned against. Let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You do not even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sedation of love kept me asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now I have nothing left to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No more love. I don't want it back beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Keep it. Let it sink in, let the pain fulfill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Feel what I went through, mental kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Sorry if I changed. We all do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; but I still can't believe it was the only reason you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; left me. Friends. All I have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can count on them, someone I will allow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not someone who will stab me in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You just took one big whack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The fact that you broke up with me isn't the issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Its what you did in the process too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; We had everything planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Us two, waiting for the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The breakup. We knew this wouldn't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The setup. You knew I wasn't fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Fast enough to make the decision to end it before you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Fast enough to to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Leave with no sympathy cold heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Where to go now? Where to start?&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/451185012495412134-2226971216978424540?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2226971216978424540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2226971216978424540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2226971216978424540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2226971216978424540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-than-love.html' title='More Than Love'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1732619993856013953</id><published>2008-04-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:29:04.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over. Done. Ended.&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel and the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;She was my everything. She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;She loved me, took me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;but left me at the heart. So long.&lt;br /&gt;How many day's will I sit here,&lt;br /&gt;knowing I love you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible. Trying to forget.&lt;br /&gt; Just how far we didn't get.&lt;br /&gt; How far we did get. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt; The last time I fall for your beautiful lure.&lt;br /&gt; To the extent of love. Impression.&lt;br /&gt; No other. Left in depression.&lt;br /&gt; My dignity, my pride.&lt;br /&gt; Left behind because it couldn't hide.&lt;br /&gt; Didn't know how to escape, with more a than meaning.&lt;br /&gt; Love. I'm not believing.&lt;br /&gt; You loved me? You cared about me?&lt;br /&gt; Now it's this broken heart you can't see.&lt;br /&gt; Wakeup to reality babe. Wakeup to truth.&lt;br /&gt; I'm hurt. See my pain.&lt;br /&gt; Feel it, for you are to blame.&lt;br /&gt; Just once. Notice me. Notice me.&lt;br /&gt; You can't leave me behind.&lt;br /&gt; You just don't see,&lt;br /&gt; because you choose to be blind.&lt;br /&gt; What now? You leave me in emptiness.&lt;br /&gt; All I wanted was one last kiss.&lt;br /&gt; A reason. An excuse, why you ended it.&lt;br /&gt; Tell me. I've already been hit.&lt;br /&gt; Why not take another shot?&lt;br /&gt; I'm in the view, what have you got?&lt;br /&gt; The heart to tell me? No.&lt;br /&gt; The heart to hurt me? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1732619993856013953?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1732619993856013953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1732619993856013953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1732619993856013953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1732619993856013953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-now.html' title='What Now'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1745715735931278689</id><published>2008-04-19T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:20:51.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lonely. Solitary. Nameless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All unique feelings only some feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You sit there, no hurt. Painless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Your perfect life, never needing to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Maybe not, either way, it seems better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; when I have nothing left but this empty letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Writing to no one but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Others read, but they do not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The person who sits here day after day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; feeling the sorrow of so much dismay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; God help me. Lord save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Give my soul life, make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Bring joy to my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; because right now, it's being ripped apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So close. So very close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Almost. Almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; No one cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; No one seems to. I see no action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; These friends want to help, but for their own fraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; For their own credit from the lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Thinking it will bring them closer to the almighty sword,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Friends help you for your good. Not their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; They help until you are fully healed and grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Regained full strength. Strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Happy. Feeling like you belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Light of the word, you stare down into darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Open my eye's, let me see.&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/451185012495412134-1745715735931278689?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1745715735931278689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1745715735931278689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1745715735931278689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1745715735931278689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-me-see.html' title='Let Me See'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4054272206988927757</id><published>2008-04-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:20:00.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I did this to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I chose the wrong shelf.&lt;br /&gt;The right place to find the wrong book.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read the review, all I needed was a look.&lt;br /&gt;That's all it took, to see you were no good.&lt;br /&gt;I was distracted. There was no way I could.&lt;br /&gt; Your beauty and happiness caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt; But now the tension to end this is redemption.&lt;br /&gt; Save me from this speeding car I can no longer control.&lt;br /&gt; Save me, this relationship is finally taking it's toll.&lt;br /&gt; You have to end it. I don't have the heart.&lt;br /&gt; End this before I can no longer start.&lt;br /&gt; No longer think because I'm addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt; I will no loner be able to feel a new,&lt;br /&gt; a new kind of happiness. A new kind of love.&lt;br /&gt; I sit on my bed. Looking at you.&lt;br /&gt; the only picture I have, is not something new.&lt;br /&gt; I've seen it more than I can count.&lt;br /&gt; But where are you really, I shout.&lt;br /&gt; Where is the angel I no longer can adore?&lt;br /&gt; Where is the girl that I can't love anymore?&lt;br /&gt; I sit on my bed, looking for you.&lt;br /&gt; Knowing you won't be there, but hoping soon.&lt;br /&gt; Soon you will arrive to tell me the end.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you won't, you don't want me to begin,&lt;br /&gt; a new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-4054272206988927757?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4054272206988927757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4054272206988927757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4054272206988927757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4054272206988927757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/new.html' title='A New'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6625140451461334999</id><published>2008-04-16T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:22:16.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;What if I left you. What would happen?&lt;br /&gt; What would you do? How would it happen?&lt;br /&gt; Would you cry? Would you still love me?&lt;br /&gt; Would you sigh and just let it be?&lt;br /&gt; The thought hits me when I think about your actions.&lt;br /&gt; I see what you are doing, and these aren't just captions.&lt;br /&gt; Not some text in a picture that means nothing,&lt;br /&gt; But my life your hands, you actually mean something.&lt;br /&gt; How would I live without your love and care?&lt;br /&gt; I still don't know, but this is getting unfair.&lt;br /&gt; You treat me like any guy, any other friend.&lt;br /&gt; I thought we were more. This is coming to a long end.&lt;br /&gt; It reminds me how we were at the start.&lt;br /&gt; Both of us loving with all our heart.&lt;br /&gt; Look at us now. Look at me now.&lt;br /&gt; Look at me.&lt;br /&gt; You obviously are blind not to see,&lt;br /&gt; the pain that is barely escaping me.&lt;br /&gt; Wanting out, but I try and hold strong,&lt;br /&gt; thinking maybe you will notice, but realizing I don't belong.&lt;br /&gt; You don't need me. You only need your friends.&lt;br /&gt; You just can't see. I'm not pretend.&lt;br /&gt; I'm right here. Love me,&lt;br /&gt; look at me, and see,&lt;br /&gt; the pain inside, you just let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-6625140451461334999?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6625140451461334999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6625140451461334999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6625140451461334999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6625140451461334999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-it-be.html' title='Let It Be'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1848697149812975505</id><published>2008-04-13T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:03:20.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;If I could take your pain and frame it, I would.&lt;br /&gt; Try to correct the picture, but it doesn't mean I should.&lt;br /&gt; You painted a portrait of pain for me,&lt;br /&gt; it's on your wall and doesn't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt; Simply ignored because the blind can't see beyond.&lt;br /&gt; You walk by, somehow grown fond,&lt;br /&gt; of the picture on your wall.&lt;br /&gt; Baby, even I can't see it all, but this is obvious,&lt;br /&gt; look closer if your even curious.&lt;br /&gt; Stop painting, drop your brush.&lt;br /&gt; Just stop before I'm completely crushed.&lt;br /&gt; All I see in your future is more portraits,&lt;br /&gt; more pain, I'm about to forfeit.&lt;br /&gt; Somehow I've made it this far.&lt;br /&gt; I didn't get here by car,&lt;br /&gt; Only by the portrait of my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1848697149812975505?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1848697149812975505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1848697149812975505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1848697149812975505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1848697149812975505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/portrait-of-pain.html' title='Portrait of Pain'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4526047333203045816</id><published>2008-04-12T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:17:24.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Sweet Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every moment, some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Every day, my last resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I get home, see her sweet words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; then try to make out what is hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Are these her words or feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; These lies aren't just killing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; They make one suffer. Make one feel terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Make you want to die, it's unbearable. Unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; How can simple feelings make me tremble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Why do you do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Can you not see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This damage is happening mentally and physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You have to stop this before it to late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I can't handle another date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Pain sweet pain. Thats all it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It went and came. I can't handle this.&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/451185012495412134-4526047333203045816?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4526047333203045816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4526047333203045816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4526047333203045816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4526047333203045816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/pain-sweet-pain.html' title='Pain Sweet Pain'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5655755487608188796</id><published>2008-04-08T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:13:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About  Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;            Honestly but slowly, I reveal my darkest thoughts and feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only to realize you never really cared, and it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To have complete trust in someone and then have that ripped away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It makes me want to end this, make this my last and final day. You left me with dismay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mental death has occurred in many thoughts and depressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But how many times has it been the real session?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The real action and death of my soul and spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only the mental breakdown of the strongest lyric. Let me here it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me hear the true meaning of death and solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to feel it, I want to live this never ending life of blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To feel what it's like to live with less than few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To feel what it's like to live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You don't know what your causing me. You don't know where I've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You won't open your closed eyes to see, the look that has brought us to and end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me help you see the light. Let me help you be blinded by what's unseen, by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry, but this is the last of my fight. This is all I can go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The days of despair and cruelty have come to a start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we all join in, and act the part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pain. Pain. Ripped away. You left me in the deepest dismay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is my last and final day, with you.&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/451185012495412134-5655755487608188796?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5655755487608188796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5655755487608188796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5655755487608188796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5655755487608188796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/truth-about-honesty.html' title='The Truth About  Honesty'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1788043350819493864</id><published>2008-04-07T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:23:09.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Say You Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Just a simple phrase. A simple text.&lt;br /&gt; The simple words, I hope come next.&lt;br /&gt; Can you say them to my face? No.&lt;br /&gt; But with such grace, I wonder how so.&lt;br /&gt; Do you really love me the way you say?&lt;br /&gt; It seems the exact same day after day.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you do, but do you think about what it means?&lt;br /&gt; Do you even know what's behind these closed screens.&lt;br /&gt; Isolated from the outside, trapped from the inside.&lt;br /&gt; Able to leave, but you have to decide.&lt;br /&gt; Do you really love me when you say it?&lt;br /&gt; It's hard to believe the way you display it.&lt;br /&gt; Cold feelings like any other guy.&lt;br /&gt; But then again, that's what I am, so why even try?&lt;br /&gt; Try to be the only guy who you feel emotionally attached to.&lt;br /&gt; When's my turn? Give me a cue.&lt;br /&gt; Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt; 3 times the charm, stop causing me harm.&lt;br /&gt; Do I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1788043350819493864?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1788043350819493864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1788043350819493864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1788043350819493864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1788043350819493864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-say-you-love-me.html' title='When You Say You Love Me'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4857191009763586718</id><published>2008-04-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:41:17.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Loved Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Everyday. Every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I see your face, but just a peek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Wanting more, but getting less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm becoming sore with no progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not getting stronger from the thought of your name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; but getting weaker because your to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You caused all this pain that driving me towards insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The mental stress that is caused from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What am I to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Break up with the girl I've so longingly lived for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Or stay with pain, just more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This relationship could has come to a end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Save it before another one begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You've already found another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; your leaving me in the dust, without a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No one to love. No one to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; All I had was you, and now your gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not completely, just out of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Your there, but not willing to put up a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I cant see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Maybe you just don't love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; If you loved me, you wouldn't put me through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But leave me here, let's see who's missed.&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/451185012495412134-4857191009763586718?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4857191009763586718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4857191009763586718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4857191009763586718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4857191009763586718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-loved-me.html' title='If You Loved Me'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5080484551358441057</id><published>2008-04-05T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:18:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Guy, Every Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Why am I here? Why are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Can you not sense the fear within my care?&lt;br /&gt;I care about you. Do you care about me?&lt;br /&gt;But you've found a new, how could this be.&lt;br /&gt;All those great times, all the shared love.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the chimes to release the dove.&lt;br /&gt;You've stayed your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Go. It seems like your wish.&lt;br /&gt;There is obviously no finish.&lt;br /&gt;No last lover. No last heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;I duck, I need cover, help me from the shell-shake.&lt;br /&gt;A wake-up to life. Cold water on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I pick up the knife, we can't stay the same pace.&lt;br /&gt;Your faster and can handle it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a disaster and can't take a hit.&lt;br /&gt;Why was I here? To show you, you can't have every guy.&lt;br /&gt;What you have to fear? All the guys who you bring a tear.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you but never in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you will realize, you can't have every guy, every way.&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/451185012495412134-5080484551358441057?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5080484551358441057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5080484551358441057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5080484551358441057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5080484551358441057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-guy-every-way.html' title='Every Guy, Every Way'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2732311950521687615</id><published>2008-03-31T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:14:50.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You treat me like a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There but unseen to most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You see me. Try to ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't want to know who I am truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Do I exist? Maybe you just can't resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love obviously to you was a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Every round I got the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Another problem, another guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I thought I was all you needed? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You promised me, you just couldn't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The one thing that set me free. You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't take this anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; it's causing my days to become more and more sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Miss me. Miss my warmth. It's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Chase it. Erase it, before it causes pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; like you did me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You had someone to save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Me. I loved you babe.&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/451185012495412134-2732311950521687615?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2732311950521687615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2732311950521687615' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2732311950521687615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2732311950521687615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2223145940612900143</id><published>2008-03-31T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:54:22.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New 'Meant-To-Be'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hoping for a little romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; What do I get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Everything to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; One or two happy moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; all destroyed by your unsaid comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You hold them inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you don't realize it makes me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Heart broken. One time spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All my hoping. Hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Forget it they said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it was the ending that was unread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Didn't read the whole book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; maybe I should have taken one last look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; before I took the bait of your hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Harsh? Not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; For you are the one who let me fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Didn't catch me. Rejected me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Found another 'Meant-To-Be'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sure, I got one dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but it was only so because of the tension of your trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Temptation fallen. Redemption calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Help me. Love me. Care about my simple needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Now untouchable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; No other love to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hope your happy, with your new 'Meant-To-Be'.&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/451185012495412134-2223145940612900143?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2223145940612900143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2223145940612900143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2223145940612900143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2223145940612900143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-meant-to-be.html' title='New &apos;Meant-To-Be&apos;'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6465204711389357252</id><published>2008-03-26T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:56:35.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;            The more ways you can say it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the worse it sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The more times I remember it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the worse it rebounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It comes back and hit's me harder than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Knocks me off my feet. I still want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hit the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still not enough to say I'm satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still not enough to forget the way you replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because you didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now it's over. No more pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But what have I gained? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A harsh word that means something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Something so empty. Something so quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But something so deep, it causes a mental riot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It describes feelings in more ways than I can name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but I'll just leave it as feeling "pain".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The breakup. The crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The setup. The last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The last time.&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/451185012495412134-6465204711389357252?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6465204711389357252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6465204711389357252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6465204711389357252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6465204711389357252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-time.html' title='The Last Time'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1309412505001523312</id><published>2008-03-26T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:55:49.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Friends Over Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                        Only now do you leave me there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with nothing but dishonesty and despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What am I to do. What is the puppet supposed to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when his master has made a new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A brand new toy to play with, to control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But this will never end, this will never get old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My controller. My deepest leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is until now, I realize I need her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Someone to get me through the hardships,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to get me through bullshit life has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But maybe there is someone else to fill the roll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;maybe someone to take the toll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now is when I need you more than ever just to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I need you with me, but your choosing your friends over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The wrong impression maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but for now, I need you more than ever baby.&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/451185012495412134-1309412505001523312?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1309412505001523312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1309412505001523312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1309412505001523312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1309412505001523312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-friends-over-me.html' title='Your Friends Over Me'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-9159243709701913392</id><published>2008-03-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:07:05.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natures Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Step outside, take a look at the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feel it hit you, let it cleanse your pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Step outside, feel the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watch the seeds fly, watch new life begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Step outside, listen to the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No sound yet the snow falls just to show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you what nature can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feel it, take it in, let it run wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You'd be surprised just how it will make you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The feeling makes you want to scream. Let everything go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Step outside, listen to the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You don't hear anything. This is your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Make it special. Listen to the rhyme.&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/451185012495412134-9159243709701913392?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/9159243709701913392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=9159243709701913392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/9159243709701913392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/9159243709701913392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/natures-calling.html' title='Natures Calling'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-8847981121122436596</id><published>2008-03-23T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:08:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Waking up, remembering the night.&lt;br /&gt;From a fly on the wall, I witness the sight.&lt;br /&gt;You and me having the time of our lives,&lt;br /&gt;just being together by each others side.&lt;br /&gt;Missing the feeling, missing your touch,&lt;br /&gt;it's something small, that means so much.&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss. Only a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Gone in just a moment, but one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;It touches my heart, makes it so very tender.&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable, yet lovable. Touchable, yet hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;Once touched, you've been hit.&lt;br /&gt;You get back up and try to recover,&lt;br /&gt;but all you can do is love one another.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours. Your mine.&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing? I'm just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-8847981121122436596?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/8847981121122436596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=8847981121122436596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8847981121122436596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8847981121122436596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-kiss.html' title='Only a Kiss'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2621443994152010127</id><published>2008-03-16T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:50:56.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Your somewhere else in the world right now, somewhere without me.&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard for my heart to allow, to let this be. The feeling I have is so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you and I are together. Just us two.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday forever, but for now, a little of you will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your heart. The sound of your breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Something thats grown part, of how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The memory of us enjoying each other's love and company,&lt;br /&gt;but the wishing for it now has grown to many.&lt;br /&gt;To many hours, days, weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The missing of delicate, soft cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I need the feeling of having you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I need the love of your wonderful charms.&lt;br /&gt;I now see how love can be such a  hard thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting by what it brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-2621443994152010127?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2621443994152010127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2621443994152010127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2621443994152010127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2621443994152010127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/somewhere-else.html' title='Somewhere Else'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5644710484347514906</id><published>2008-03-16T10:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:07:31.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Low to the ground. Down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;Another child. Another birth.&lt;br /&gt;High in the air. One above all.&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm lonely, I begin to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Falling from space, never even seen.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide, knowing I will never be freed.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the final touch. The touch of destruction.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the ground. I missed the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;No one to catch the mistake.&lt;br /&gt;They try to break the fall, but no one is awake.&lt;br /&gt;They hear. I hear no answer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding from this disease-like cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Not curable. Just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;No one understands, how frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's to late. Life wasn't worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;To late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5644710484347514906?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5644710484347514906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5644710484347514906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5644710484347514906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5644710484347514906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6408858942645479264</id><published>2008-03-16T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:18:17.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My mind lays somewhere above,&lt;br /&gt;Wile my heart is filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;It's on the ground, some say beyond,&lt;br /&gt;beyond because when I call, there is know respond.&lt;br /&gt;I get but a thump. A simple vibration.&lt;br /&gt;But your more than that, An endless sensation.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling gets to you like nothing ever before,&lt;br /&gt;you keeping going, keep wanting more,&lt;br /&gt;thinking it is her who you will always adore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true, maybe she'll be your only one,&lt;br /&gt;maybe your relationship has only begun.&lt;br /&gt;Even if not forever, your still in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But I highly doubt that anything can bring us apart.&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head high heavy heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-6408858942645479264?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6408858942645479264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6408858942645479264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6408858942645479264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6408858942645479264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-5053152273064024228</id><published>2008-03-16T10:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:44:19.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Nor Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Without plan. Without a ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I try to run. I try to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waking to no more than the present,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I stare up and see the current moon-like crescent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Always there, but never past or future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still there hasn't been a cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;A cure to fix things, to go ahead or back in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;To undo our so called crimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have no future. No past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;But these present times seem to go by way to fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;God help us see the future and what is to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;God help us see the past and what we have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;We need your eye's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our past and future seem disguised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-5053152273064024228?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/5053152273064024228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=5053152273064024228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5053152273064024228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/5053152273064024228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-so-great.html' title='Future Nor Past'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2408349874920429549</id><published>2008-03-16T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:04:37.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I imagine you, I see your wonderful smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That is what really makes life worth wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It makes me smile back and want to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;because inside, I know your mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So happy inside, so easy to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but this is one of the few things that make me love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I try and think of the happiest thing I can, I think of you with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you look back at how it began, maybe you will see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we have something special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Passing by, I see your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You smile, my heart starts the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Racing to the finish, for the prize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;keep going, looking at your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Almost at the finish, so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My mind keeps wondering, but I already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You talk to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your words fly out of your mouth so gracefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An angel. No other words to describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I look once more, I get that amazing vibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She cares, she loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She is the only one who can set me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So beautiful, so unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How can I be with you? This doesn't seem right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are so few, that can cause such delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your mine. I'm yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I watch your beauty soar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your smile.&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/451185012495412134-2408349874920429549?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2408349874920429549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2408349874920429549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2408349874920429549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2408349874920429549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-smile.html' title='Your Smile'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-3098673232860227210</id><published>2008-03-16T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:11:49.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of You</title><content type='html'>Here I am writing these lyrics, wishing you were here.&lt;br /&gt;This is the one thing I tried to avoid, I feared.&lt;br /&gt;It's makes me depressed when your not beside me,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to go to you, and see,&lt;br /&gt;if your really my key.&lt;br /&gt;The key to unlock my loneliness, to free whatever is inside.&lt;br /&gt;But where is the lock? Why aren't you here sitting beside.&lt;br /&gt;We can't be together all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;You and I are perfect, we're like a prime.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that can't be divided. Can't be split,&lt;br /&gt;But when your not with me I can't help throwing a fit.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your somewhere else sickens my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Your the key that I can't find.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you today. Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Same routine, same way.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;So please, give me the cue, to come and see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-3098673232860227210?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/3098673232860227210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=3098673232860227210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/3098673232860227210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/3098673232860227210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/thought-of-you.html' title='Thought of You'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-151636044557261498</id><published>2008-03-16T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:03:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to stay together, you need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My life is not some simple thing, it's a complicated show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I present, people watch. Watch how my life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But they are the actors, I'm a pawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The lowest position in the game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then you happened, you came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's where it turned from low class to Broadway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but you have to listen when I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I do have a past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It went by to fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for anyone to see the pain that became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I take the blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Understand that I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;because I truly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But things won't be perfect with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just hope you can understand and we can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Be, stay, together.&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/451185012495412134-151636044557261498?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/151636044557261498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=151636044557261498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/151636044557261498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/151636044557261498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/understand.html' title='Understand'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-794476701115310373</id><published>2008-03-16T10:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:02:26.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Looking out my window, looking through.&lt;br /&gt;the sight of raindrops, beautiful, just like you.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of rain fills me with joy,&lt;br /&gt;when the droplets hit the ground, they break apart, destroy.&lt;br /&gt;I see 2 drops hit the ground,&lt;br /&gt;the drops fuse together, a puddle is found.&lt;br /&gt;Lake of water, my reflection,&lt;br /&gt;containing a puddle of it's collection.&lt;br /&gt;Standing there, feelings come out,&lt;br /&gt;this is the time I get to shout.&lt;br /&gt;Shout what I'm feeling, shout whats wrong,&lt;br /&gt;emotions peeling,I sing a song.&lt;br /&gt;See my reflection, think of you,&lt;br /&gt;wish you were here, just us two.&lt;br /&gt;But my wish can't come true, so I won't continue.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this,&lt;br /&gt;something simple but something to miss.&lt;br /&gt;kiss.&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/451185012495412134-794476701115310373?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/794476701115310373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=794476701115310373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/794476701115310373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/794476701115310373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/raining-you.html' title='Raining You'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-3637504063578408172</id><published>2008-03-16T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:17:46.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sitting here, thinking of you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; my pain is severe, what can I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I need you here with me, I need someone to help me through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I try bravely, but I need a renew, of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You call me all the time, but its not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I sit through the daytime, it's to rough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I need to see your beautiful face, I need you to help me through this place, called reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; One day with you would be the world to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but with both of us so busy, how can it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Everyday, I'm here writing, because every time I'm reciting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; how much I miss you.&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/451185012495412134-3637504063578408172?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/3637504063578408172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=3637504063578408172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/3637504063578408172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/3637504063578408172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-of-you.html' title='More of You'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4052694694272620627</id><published>2008-03-16T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:58:32.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                                    How can I express how I feel when I never see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to talk to you, feel you, just us two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you were here right now, I'd want you to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but your not, somehow, I make it through the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to put my arm around you, you just there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but I can't. Everything seems unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to kiss you again, watch everything begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because that night shouldn't have had an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe this time it won't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;please don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It makes me cry when I think of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't help it. I Obsess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Over you.&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/451185012495412134-4052694694272620627?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4052694694272620627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4052694694272620627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4052694694272620627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4052694694272620627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2500778508195057150</id><published>2008-03-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:57:31.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                        That night, you with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I kept thinking how it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just the two of us, you with me, me with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;nothing to discuss, but we both knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that I had to make the move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waiting for the movie to end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waiting, waiting, so we could begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Credits black and white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I waited all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thinking how to start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thinking about how loud my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;was beating. The room was heating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You looked at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought how pretty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you looked that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How amazing the sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the feeling, how you were stealing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Will you kiss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hoping in my mind it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mental images already appearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then all my thoughts began clearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I lean forward, you lean toward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our lips touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lips together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wish the feeling forever.&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/451185012495412134-2500778508195057150?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2500778508195057150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2500778508195057150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2500778508195057150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2500778508195057150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-kiss.html' title='First Kiss'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6547194052697568469</id><published>2008-03-16T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:56:11.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Your perfect in more ways than I can say,&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you, I smile because you just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;All I have do is take one look,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish I could read the whole book.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know everything about you,&lt;br /&gt;and everything I already knew.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough no matter how hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;I start to think about you, wish you were here, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of loneliness hurt more than I can explain,&lt;br /&gt;drives me insane.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy make me happy especially when&lt;br /&gt;I get to see your beautiful face again.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your voice, when I look.&lt;br /&gt;When you make the choice, to let me read your book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-6547194052697568469?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6547194052697568469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6547194052697568469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6547194052697568469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6547194052697568469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-book.html' title='Your Book'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-2833425922748051447</id><published>2008-03-16T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:21:23.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the World Spins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;When the world spins,&lt;br /&gt;so does my mind.&lt;br /&gt;When we win, I watch us shine.&lt;br /&gt;In the wind, the grass blows.&lt;br /&gt;Like the water in a stream,the people row.&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;until the wrapper begins to peel.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs and makes fun,&lt;br /&gt;but their life has yet begun.&lt;br /&gt;In the world,&lt;br /&gt;people kill.&lt;br /&gt;Some of those people,&lt;br /&gt;have no free will.&lt;br /&gt;We all suffer and die,&lt;br /&gt;it happens every day.&lt;br /&gt;We suffer and cry&lt;br /&gt;it happens every way.&lt;br /&gt;The battle has yet to be finished,&lt;br /&gt;when all things dare be different.&lt;br /&gt;Although people go on,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder when I mow the lawn,&lt;br /&gt;how we humans survive,&lt;br /&gt;in this world of no revive.&lt;br /&gt;I find amazing how we live, but no one seems to give...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;a care about the lonely ones.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh we cry,&lt;br /&gt;but we have soon to find why.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are one part,&lt;br /&gt;and we have only found that in the entire cart.&lt;br /&gt;Our parents our family,&lt;br /&gt;seem to share similarity.&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes down to every detail,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, its impossible to tell.&lt;br /&gt;You make new friends,&lt;br /&gt;you live a better life,&lt;br /&gt;you're a better person,&lt;br /&gt;you drop the knife.&lt;br /&gt;You made mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;god made the lakes,&lt;br /&gt;you made the difference&lt;br /&gt;god made the existence.&lt;br /&gt;You 're on a long ride,&lt;br /&gt;don't be scared,&lt;br /&gt;god is on your side.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/451185012495412134-2833425922748051447?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/2833425922748051447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=2833425922748051447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2833425922748051447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/2833425922748051447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-world-spins.html' title='When the World Spins'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6313303519439851770</id><published>2008-03-16T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:52:38.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Started off like she hated me,&lt;br /&gt;now, how could this be.&lt;br /&gt;She was a friend nothing but,&lt;br /&gt;and it hurt me like the deepest cut.&lt;br /&gt;How could i say how I really felt,&lt;br /&gt;always weird like a tight belt.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me up, not letting me down,&lt;br /&gt;when talking to you, how could I frown.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, she liked me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shout and scream.&lt;br /&gt;I sit on my bed thinking about her,&lt;br /&gt;I found the ingredient, she found the cure.&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/451185012495412134-6313303519439851770?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6313303519439851770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6313303519439851770' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The person who stands up for their friends. The knight.&lt;br /&gt;The person who hurts others. The fight.&lt;br /&gt;A friend will be by your side through everything,&lt;br /&gt;friends don't be your friends for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You need them, they need you.&lt;br /&gt;Some people have a-lot, some people have very few.&lt;br /&gt;You feel pain, you start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They see you, they help, or at least they try.&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;Then you remember that one day they told you “Hi”.&lt;br /&gt;They make you feel better, in a friendly way.&lt;br /&gt;They help you up and ask if your ok.&lt;br /&gt;You get depressed, you feel like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;You start to sing but can't remember the words.&lt;br /&gt;they help you along,&lt;br /&gt;they show you the lyrics to the song.&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/451185012495412134-8543195054464461928?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/8543195054464461928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=8543195054464461928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8543195054464461928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8543195054464461928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1873391059170693923</id><published>2008-03-15T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:15:32.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Great Depression</title><content type='html'>The time when everything goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The time when you sing, but there's no song.&lt;br /&gt;You feel empty but full, never right.&lt;br /&gt;You stay inside, you need to see the light.&lt;br /&gt;You look outside and see the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Every look causes more and more pain.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dark,&lt;br /&gt;so no one can see the mark,&lt;br /&gt;it left on you.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends try,&lt;br /&gt;but when they ask, it makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;You know this isn't right,&lt;br /&gt;but your to upset to fight.&lt;br /&gt;You look at the past, it wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;You don't react fast, your so tight.&lt;br /&gt;You need someone to help you out,&lt;br /&gt;you don't have friends, so there's no reason to shout.&lt;br /&gt;You have nothing to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;My great depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-1873391059170693923?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1873391059170693923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1873391059170693923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1873391059170693923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1873391059170693923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-great-depression.html' title='My Great Depression'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1274546787125434546</id><published>2008-03-15T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:13:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She reminds me of everything I've come to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and somehow we go together like a hand in a glove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We make each other laugh, we help each other out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I look at the graph, there's no doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We were meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I listen to my favorite song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wonder, just how long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we will be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hopefully forever. There's no way to tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I would go with you trough heaven or hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your the one who gives me something to fight for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your the one I will always adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I would give anything if you would stay mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;because I know forever, you and I will shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We can overcome anything because we are one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and think, our relationship has just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think to myself where I would be without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and then I think what my heart would be like in 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am nothing with out you, only some guy in a crowd of many,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now that I'm with you, and I think, you could have had any,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;any other guy. You picked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's what makes us perfect.&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/451185012495412134-1274546787125434546?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1274546787125434546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1274546787125434546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1274546787125434546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1274546787125434546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-546260053210180864</id><published>2008-03-15T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:12:13.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Missing out, keeping pace,&lt;br /&gt;feeling like I'm out of the race.&lt;br /&gt;Life is bad, always wrong,&lt;br /&gt;life is hard,&lt;br /&gt;I hear that song.&lt;br /&gt;The song thats makes a bad day a good one,&lt;br /&gt;the song that actually makes me feel like someone.&lt;br /&gt;The song that makes you think positive,&lt;br /&gt;the song that makes you want to live.&lt;br /&gt;It has the lyric that makes you think,&lt;br /&gt;it has the music that makes everything link.&lt;br /&gt;You hear it again,&lt;br /&gt;you listen to it begin.&lt;br /&gt;That Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-546260053210180864?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/546260053210180864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=546260053210180864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/546260053210180864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/546260053210180864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-song.html' title='That Song'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-8432697902572823979</id><published>2008-03-15T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:10:53.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have done so many wrong things in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when those thoughts hit my mind, they go away fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I do not like to think of them, it hurts me inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;they bring me shame, not at all pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When others find out, they try to understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;they don't get it, they act as if it was planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes theres a person who understands. A special person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sometimes you don't, and the memory begins to worsen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I could take back what I did, I would,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the only problem is, there is no way I could.&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/451185012495412134-8432697902572823979?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/8432697902572823979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=8432697902572823979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8432697902572823979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/8432697902572823979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-memories.html' title='My Memories'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4064607915824606549</id><published>2008-03-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:09:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your's Truly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Standing by her side, I am filled with pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for without her, I am but a smudge, a blur, on this Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I wouldn't succeed, for it is her I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I would face battle or war, for it is her I adore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The harshest of storms to me, I wish no sympathy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; As long as you are with me, I will forever be, your's truly.&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/451185012495412134-4064607915824606549?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/4064607915824606549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=4064607915824606549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4064607915824606549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4064607915824606549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/yours-truly.html' title='Your&apos;s Truly'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-1706035775525491941</id><published>2008-03-15T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:05:06.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;They say they make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;You take them, you sign the letter.&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead and sign your life away,&lt;br /&gt;not even thinking about your life the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends and family don't trust you,&lt;br /&gt;You sit down and think, "Who?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I now.&lt;br /&gt;These people aren't my friends. How?&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen, time went by so fast."&lt;br /&gt;You look back, you think of the past.&lt;br /&gt;You need help, you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;That is when everything begins to drop.&lt;br /&gt;School, Attitude, Life,&lt;br /&gt;You've plunged the knife,&lt;br /&gt;no turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &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/451185012495412134-1706035775525491941?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/1706035775525491941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=1706035775525491941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1706035775525491941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/1706035775525491941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-6029158158336125126</id><published>2008-03-15T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:03:52.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If people could understand what its like to be different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then people might care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But some people just don't get it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and that's not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For some, being different is your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For some, being different is one big fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If everyone was the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there would be no one to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If everyone was different, it wouldn't bring shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now days people try to be just like their star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but that is exactly when it goes way to far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Different is not something you try to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;different is something that comes naturally.&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/451185012495412134-6029158158336125126?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/feeds/6029158158336125126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=451185012495412134&amp;postID=6029158158336125126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6029158158336125126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/6029158158336125126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/different_15.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-4490214518169392324</id><published>2008-03-15T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:10:02.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451185012495412134-4490214518169392324?l=llamapoatree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4490214518169392324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451185012495412134/posts/default/4490214518169392324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llamapoatree.blogspot.com/2008/03/different.html' title=''/><author><name>Read Dis Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10822905925382399439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z6GVgzrw_rw/R93SifU3C3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nTpHXsCFz0I/S220/LlamaLordSig1-19-07a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451185012495412134.post-3974659078648815605</id><published>2008-03-15T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:58:24.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chose Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="sz_v"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time I think of you, I want to see you, listen to you,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that you will always be true, no matter how blue, me or you.&lt;br /&gt;You understand what I say, you understand me.&lt;br /&gt;I sit there some days and wonder how can this be, &lt;br /&gt;your so perfect, and thats why it hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;You could be off with some other guy, but your not.&lt;br /&gt;Your with me and that really means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll be together for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to it knowing that I get to see your beautiful smile.&lt;br 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